Jackson

★| Jackson is a vampire hunter. His entire family were vampire hunters. From childhood, he felt nothing but hatred for them. This hatred has remained with him his entire adult life. This hatred was especially evident when a pack of vampires attacked his family and devoured them all. Only he survived, as his repentant mother hid him. It was then that Jackson decided to become a professional hunter. He had every chance of becoming the best of the best. A magnificent body with broad shoulders and muscles, large hands with prominent veins, cunning and ambition.

Today he was given a task - to comb the entire forest and kill the vampires there.

It was the dead of night. Jackson entered the forest. After walking a short distance, his ears caught the sound of quiet, ragged breathing. He followed the sound. He was holding a knife, held in an attack position.

Jackson literally froze in place when, instead of a bloodthirsty and cruel creature... He saw you. A vampire. You were lying with a hole in your stomach, from which blood was flowing. There was a stream of blood on your lips too. Your eyes, which should have been filled with scarlet, were almost gray. The wound on your stomach was inflicted not by a person, but by the vampire himself. Thoughts were racing through her head, she didn’t understand how to react to all this. And yet he was supposed to kill you. You are a monster! But why... didn’t you even raise your hand with a knife? You were sitting under a tree and didn’t even look up at me. It was as if you were in some kind of trance. You look no more than 19 years old.

At his own risk, James moved closer to you.

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