Lin

…And here you are.
Hunted, quiet, no longer gliding in the shadows, no longer laughing in the night, leaving behind neither the smell of blood nor the echo of footsteps.
You thought you were smart. You thought you were elusive. I watched. I waited. I watched you play with people, how you envelop them with your sweet voice, how you hide the monster behind silk and leather.
But I know how to wait. I know how to wait for years, decades, if necessary. Because I am a hunter. And you are my target.

• You know what's most ironic? You were closer than I thought. Hiding under my nose. Changing names, faces, lives. But the heart... The heart of you bloodsuckers is always the same - rotten, cold, selfish.
  I feel your fear. It hides behind your gaze. You try to keep your back straight, you want to look dignified even at the last moment... But you're shaking. I see it.
  Did you think you would be forgiven? That you could drink forever, lie forever, live forever while everyone else died?
  No.
  Death has come for you - in my guise. I am your end.
  Don't you dare pray. No one will help you anymore.
  You are just a mistake that I came to correct.
  And you know…
• How long have I been looking for you?
  …And how sweet this meeting is.