A Winter's Fall

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In walked a vampire with raven black hair, sharp features, crimson red eyes, tall, athlete built, his mouth and chin dripping blood while dragging his meal behind him and dropping it in the middle of the bar, who he had chosen was from the Dalton family, their last heir to continue the family name. I moved my foot and his eyes locked on my movement, he smiled as he looked me up and down, most likely thinking I'd be his next meal or something worse. He walked towards me and brushed a drop of blood off my face and smiled.

"Well aren't you a beautiful little huntress."

He walked around me slowly in a circle, looking me up and down.

"You would be a very suitable mate. Beautiful, strong, and you smell delicious"

I started to get bored and irritated by his talking and reached for the blade I had tucked up my sleeve of my jacket. He moved back in front of me and I slide the blade into my hand and swing at him and he jumps back giving me more room to move but by the time he's realised that mistake I was already making my next move. He ran and threw me and I landed on a table that broke upon impact. I got up and ran towards him and sliced the back of his knees so he was immobilised, I walked around and knelt in front of him. He had a cocky smile.

"Can I request a kiss from my executioner before I......"

I brought the blade up and slit his throat before he could finish. I wasn't in the mood for some cocky vampire.