OUR OWN ENDING [KimChay Stories Compilation]

SLASH & BURN [R-18]

"The lion fell in love with the lamb; where the lion is wearing a lambskin and the lamb wearing a lion's skin."

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Slash and burn. Slash and burn. The only way to kill a vampire. Slash them apart, then burn the remains. The burning scent of a monster's flesh was a pleasing aroma to a hunter's nose. The painful screams as they slowly burn into ashes are music to ears. Killing such a blood-thirsty creature is a satisfaction to a hunter.

This is the daily life of Kimhan Theerapanyakul, an infamous vampire hunter. He has been hunting since he was young; hence, his name is already known by every vampire hunter. After all, he came from a known vampire hunter family. Unfortunately, he is the only Theerapanyakul left. A very strong vampire clan wiped out his family out of revenge. Only young Kim survived.

Despite being known by everyone, Kim prefers to hunt alone. He hates hunting in groups. It felt like shouldering people's lives and being responsible for them. Kim doesn't like that. At least, being alone, Kim could only think about himself. He doesn't work with anyone. Kim thrived alone ever since the death of his family. He can handle himself alone.

Vampires fear his name. He has killed, if not hundreds, perhaps thousands of vampires. He was known to be an abominable hunter, merciless and cruel. If Kim is a vampire, he would be invincible.

The vampire hunter slowly creeps into an empty hall. That vampire should be around here. Kim saw him run when their group of hunters went in. Indeed, Kim never asked for help, but this time he did. He called a few vampire hunters with him to raid the largest vampire lair they could ever find. He lets the other hunters to the other vampires because he focuses on finding the only vampire he desires to kill.

Suddenly, he was attacked from behind. It was too fast. It knocked Kim to the floor, his machete clanging on the floor. "Fuck." he sweared as he quickly retrieved his weapon. He then was in a full fight with a male vampire. "Marcelo!" Kim called out with a dark chuckle.

The vampire ran, circling Kim to confuse him. "Kimhan, you filthy bastard!" the vampire spat at him. Kim followed the sound, orbiting in his own place. He heightened his senses to avoid another attack. Suddenly, Marcelo appeared on the top landing of the stairs, staring down at Kim with disgust like he was a filth.

Kim smirked at him, "Marcelo! Don't you miss me, bloodsucker?" he said, his sharp machete swinging as he opened his arms wide. The vampire continued to glare at him. Marcelo looked like he was just in his mid-30s when he was actually a 1,500-year-old vampire. Skin so pale white and red eyes glistening. Kim has been hunting him for ages. The bloodsucker is not easy to hunt. He was good at hiding and escaping from Kim's grasp. People say he is Kim's worst adversary.

Marcelo scoffed out a sarcastic laugh, "You're not going to stop hunting until you kill me, aren't you? Are you still doing this for your little bitch, you monster fucker?" he said, his words bitter and sharp.

The anger in Kim's veins boiled further. Not because he was called a monster fucker, Kim can handle any insults. But calling his sweet darling a monster and a bitch, Kim wouldn't let that slide. Kim sighed to calm his nerves down then forcefully smiled, "Of course, Marcelo. I will not stop until I have your head on top of the burning ashes of your kind. Also, you have something I wanted and I want it now." he said.

Marcelo bared his fangs, "Then let's do it, Kimhan. I would love to taste your blood on my tongue, you bastard!" he muttered and pounced at Kim. The hunter braced himself for a counterattack. Before the vampire could reach him, he swung his machete, slashing the vampire on his torso. The vampire scrambled at the floor, a huge gash across the torso. There was no blood, it was just like a big chipped part of a concrete wall. Damn, vampire.