Love Lance

Prey that Fights (re-upload)

Top- Kuro (evil/clone Shiro)
Bottom- Lance

Tw- includes blood
(Cause vampires)

Third person POV

Lance was as quiet as he could be as he walked through the woods. The only sound that came from him was the crunching of leaves, dirt, and twigs from under his feet. Other sounds filled the forest, such as the chirping of birds, the rushing of water, and the gentle sound of the wind in the trees. It was peaceful and non-frightening. Lance kept his cloak around himself, hood up to protect his
soft brown hair from any falling leaves and whatnots. His bow stayed firmly over his shoulder, paired with his bag of arrows, and his waist held his other trinkets of protection. He was on the hunt,
not for any friendly creature of the woods but a monster, a vampire. He'd heard many reports paired with many rumours and headed to the area. Word had spread that it was not any vampire, definitely not the basic ones he'd easily fought before but one more of human nature in body and mind, one with intelligence. This was unlike the mindless blood hungry
creatures, which were more common and more contorted and ravenous. But this one, this one was said to be different, methodical, and meticulous. It kept its whereabouts unknown and prayed upon people in a way that wouldn't get it caught. Perhaps he blended in with
human crowds, and that's why no one had really seen this one.

As Lance walked, he went over this in his mind. He needed a plan, but one was much harder to conceive when he was so ill-informed. He needed to know weakness and how it thought and generally how it worked. But these vampires were a dying kind, and all information around them were lost to the ages. He couldn't
find a scrap of knowledge. He cursed under his breath as he wracked his brain for anything but came up with nothing. Was he scared? A little, he'd never come
across anything like it, and going in with nothing was jarring, to say the least. But he wouldn't give up. He continued to be lost in thought, so much so that he never noticed the silence. He knew that when
nature was silent. Something was wrong. He was being stalked. He slowly reached for his bow, lowering it off of his shoulder
and readying it with an arrow. He aimed it in several directions, scanning his surroundings. His heart raced.

His followers' eyes glinted with
amusement in the shadows it hid in. He had picked up on the hunters, increased heart rate, and it was amusing. It always was. He lunged, and before he knew it
Lance was pinned up against a tree. His attacker snarled, fangs bared and yellow eyes gleaming in the dim light of the forest. Lance had dropped his bow but thought fast. With his arrow still gripped
in his fist, he kneed the vampire in the stomach and moved his arm like a punch, slashing their cheek with the arrows tip. Stunned, they stumbled back, and Lance grabbed his bow, readying it again at his enemy. The vampire chuckled
and licked the blood from his scratched cheek.

"Fiesty~ I like that," he dodged the arrow when Lance let it loose.

He came forward to attack, but Lance evaded it, kicking at his leg, but he didn't fall. Instead, he returned the action, his leg kicked at Lance, hitting his torso and
forcing him back a few pegs. He groaned but wouldn't back down. He aimed again, and the arrow grazed the monsters shoulder. He leapt again and pinned Lance to the ground with a hiss.

"Do you really think You can kill me, boy? Do you know who I am?!" He bared his fangs, eyes glowing.

"I don't care!" Lance retorted, scooping ahandful of dirt and throwing it into his eyes.

He howled as he stood, staggering back as he furiously wiped at his eyes. Lance dropped his bow and went for his long knife, one made especially for killing vampires. He gripped it and raised it to attack, but his wrist was caught and held
up and away from the vampires chest. He grabbed Lance's hip and held him like he'd dipped him in a romantic dance.