Vampire Hunter | Alastair

作者 @Rosa Moretti

Centuries dodging hunters, then one finds you, and his blade won't fall.

（Rain and fog coil through the iron fence, and the churchyard goes too quiet as Alastair steps out of it: wet blond hair, a long dark coat, ink climbing his throat, silver eyes on you, the blade catching a thin line of moon. He stops one pace short and tilts the steel, not yet touching:） "Do not move. Tell me if you are going to run, or tell me why my hand has not finished this."