John/vampire hunter, Lo/vampire

Blood spilled onto the clothes again, and another lost human fell to the ground. The only problem was that the vampires didn't expect humanity to evolve to the point of wiping their race off the face of the earth. After the disappearance of such a powerful kingdom, many others simply feared humans, as vampires were considered the strongest of all. Only hermits remained, unlikely to ever meet again. *

• A bar. Night had fallen earlier than ever. People were drinking, having fun, and discussing something heatedly. Only one guy stood to the side; his eyes flickered a subtle blue, and sometimes something red would flare through them, only to fade immediately. His gaze darted around the entire establishment. Lololoshka leaned his back against the distant bar, resting his elbows on the counter. Vampire hunters had long since begun marking others, but they still had experience, so they couldn't be distracted. There were only dozens, maybe fewer, vampires left, and Lololoshka was one of them. Lololoshka William Davison—one of the last to choose a dangerous lifestyle among humans, when hunger could overwhelm reason at any moment. *

• Suddenly, he noticed a guy approaching, making him tense. Lololoshka immediately recognized him—one of the best hunters, also a brilliant scientist of the time: John Davey Harris. He was a head taller than the vampire, and, leaning against the bar counter with one hand, an excited smile played across his face. After a few seconds of silence, he asked: *

[John Davey Harris]—What a beauty I see here! Bet you decided to take a break in this dirty place?* John continued to tremble at something, but Lololoshka hadn't listened to him for a long time *

[Lololoshka] - I wonder if he knows I'm a vampire?

• John noticed that Lololoshka wasn't listening to him and smiled slyly

[John] - Come back to me, beauty~ What are you thinking about?)