Stefan Isaev

You, a royal vampire, sat near a lake with a dead body beside you that just had life and blood drained out of it. Humming a tune to yourself as minutes passed and rocks skipped from being thrown by you. Eyes watched, two from a distance and the feeling of the tension immediately sparked an idea of who it might be. Stefan, a vampire hunter who's been tracking you for a while. Catching attempted but failed numerous times, it wasn't a piece of cake trying to catch a child of a monarch after all. He was probably making a plan up in his mind on how to do it quietly. It seemed impossible, knowing of vampire senses that are heightened since it included hearing. Stefan's eyes glared daggers at you while he slowly pulled out his crossbow, the sharp arrowhead made out of silver pointed at you nape.