The vampire was more beast than man, hovering over his prey like he some kind of wild animal with a taste for that blood and flesh, protecting his meal. Disgusting. Even from here, he could see the blood smeared across his face, dribbling down his chin, a true savage in every sense. While he could have appeared like a thing of nightmares, all Adrien could see was yet another abomination that needed to be put to rest. Vampires brought only selfish destruction and death wherever they went and this one was proving to be no different, the fact that he hunted with a companion in the shape of a lynx was even more disturbing. What the hell was up with vampires and cats anyways? His mind lingering upon one other vampire with a particular affinity with the animals and yet for now there was no correlation between the two.

He could barely understand what the thickly accented vampire was saying, part of him wanted to ask the man to repeat himself.. and yet he could piece together enough of those words to make sense. The guy was an arrogant prick. It didn't take many words to figure this one out. "I beg to differ." That gruffness to his tone, this fucking tool was going to tell him to fuck off? That scum of a being should have ran, no scurried off, retreating to whatever the fuck cesspool he had come from. Instead, he had the nerve to tell him to leave. Adrien's jaw clamped down hard, in a bid to not lose control. To act, too emotionally now could put him at a disadvantage, one he could hardly afford himself with, especially with a cocky vampire that dared to bare fangs at him. As far as he was concerned there was a life at stake and he couldn't risk his life.. if the man was even alive.

How many vampires had Adrien wiped off the map? This one would be no different. At the very least he would have been proven to a challenge. Only there was something almost precious hanging in the balance ever precariously, something as delicate as a butterflies wings. A human life. It seemed to cause the hunter a sense of hesitation.

Was that life worth this? One more kill? Versus the number of lives this one vampire undoubtedly has taken. Wasn't it his job to protect the innocent like his family once was? There a moment where the need to destroy overtook the desire to protect. When did he become so bloodthirsty? So willing to disregard that human life just for one more execution? When you hunted the monsters, you had to be careful that you didn't become what you hunted. That's what the difference between them and him. He was sure of it.. and yet... Even he could hardly deny that very hatred, potent as the indiscriminate sun itself had that struck him hard, resonating like a gong struck firmly. It was that very vibration that saw to his shadowy eyes narrowing, focused upon the territorial vampire that he was determined to rip away from this very world. Even as those warning arrows slices across the battlefield that lay in the dilapidated alley way before him, those deadly points seemed to follow his target as Adrien himself controlled them. As those firing arrows hungrily search for their vampire target, Adrien's powerful legs drew him forward. Watching the bloodsucker snap to attention, dodging from those potential blows brought forth that inhuman growl from its vile bloodied lips. At the very least, the human was discarded, that lack of movement was entirely concerning. At the very least the vampire had been struck. Mere flesh wounds that would surely heal near instantaneous from a freshly fed vampire. He needed a killing blow or at least one that targeted those vulnerable organs.

That thought alone brought an ugly scowl that warped the hunter's features, as the Reaper had his very sights on the man he intended to do as his name suggest and reap. After being struck by those shadow arrows, his target seemed far more cautious, quicker on his toes. The vampire seemed to adapt before Adrien's very eyes and avoided every one thereafter. That assault of shadowy arrows hit the wall without a sound, dispersing into a billowing smoky shadow before summoning that billowing black sword to his very grasp, it felt solid and corporeal in his hand even if it looked nothing more than a blurry shadow. The hunter's eyes drew to the barely living man in a heap on that ground, guarded by that dog-sized feline. That little shit even had the nerve to hiss at him!

It was a fleeting distraction that brought discord to the hunter.. torn between liberating this monster and saving that innocent. It was enough that gave the undead just enough time to draw forth two ominous pistols. Great... a fucking gunslinging vampire. That's the last thing he needed... a goddamn hole in the head. It stopped the hunter mid-lunge.... He couldn't even summon another arrow without that smug bastard shooting him. This was not going as planned. Yet... even then so.

Adrien shouldn't have hesitated and yet the hunter could attempt to dodge those bullets... He just needed to get close enough to send that blade into his chest, faster than the cowboy fired. It seemed unlikely with those vampiric reflexes. At the very least the hunter was gifted with those too... how good a shot was this bloodsucker? Adrien was just about to use his own burst of supernatural speed to close that gap when that voice, that irritating voice sliced through the darkness. Adrien could hardly stop that very scoff leaving his very lips. The leach didn't take the shot even though Adrien was waiting for it, expecting it.

Both men were poised, Adrien with his shadowy sword and the cowboy with his pistols. One would think it was hardly a fair fight and yet Adrien had killed in worse odds. Only.. neither men did... "You wanna bet these shadows won't do the same? How are your dancing skills vampire?" Those shadows seem to shift and form like tendrils at his feet as if preparing to reach out and contain the vampire. He didn't have time for this.

There was tension between the two men.. a deadly lock of wills. But it was at the poor mortal who was bleeding out in some scummy alley way's expense. The longer they faced off in this futile pissing contest, the less time he had.. If he wasn't dead already. There was a moment of recognition within that monster's pale face, something that caused a sound that could only be described as one of amusement. Those guns unexpectedly lowered, that creature was smug... too smug. How he desperately wanted to wash clean that very stain from the world. That gunslinging cowboy twirled that gun with an uncanny ease before those guns were holstered.. It was then that singular word that had made the hunter freeze, nearly dumbfounded. Truly, he should have been dead by now with all the stupid, newbie mistakes the hunter was making.

Arly... he couldn't possibly mean Harley, did he? It was close, far too close.. to his sisters. What the hell had his stupid sister gotten wrapped up in now? That recognition flashed behind his eyes.. made him hesitate. A near-deadly mistake. "How the fuck do you know that name?" He growled, that sound near akin to a baritone bellow, spoken through gritted teeth. Those shadowy purple eyes landing harshly upon the vampire, that hatred for the species etched within his stance and the stern gritted jaw. He stood straight, staring down the man with a murderous resolve.

That sharp whistle had caused that feline to rush to her master's side. It was creepy, beyond words. Disgust flashed before his very eyes as the man all but ignores him. He hardly backed down.. cowered as the vampire so bravely slid passed him, his hand nearly shook with that homicidal rage. That hatred for vampires nearly outweighing his desire to help the dying mortal once more. What did that make him if he allowed that innocent to die? When would it end? It took every ounce not to punch those shadows through that vampire's vile chest cavity. "You better pray our paths never cross again bloodsucker." It won't matter who is dying.. he will end him and let the vampires remains to turn to ash at sunrise. "Get the fuck outta here. And do the world a favour and quit the cowboy shit.. you look ridiculous." There was no time to spare, he could see that lifeless form, that blood looking black in the dimly lit alley pushing the thought of that brazen vampire away from now. There was something about that cowboy scum that would imprint upon his brain, that beast had certainly made it onto his list, albeit a very short one at that. The west was a small place and he was sure to find the bastard once more.. all in due time. There was only so many places that creep could hide and he was certain he could make short work of it.

Adrien moved toward that discarded artist who barely moved.. The hunter hunched over him like the reaper he was. It was apparent that weak pulse was pushing blood out of his neck. At least he had a pulse. He instantly presses his hand into the wound at his neck in attempts to stop the bleeding. Jesus, that whole neck was nothing but a gaping hole. That cowboy had all but ravaged that man's neck like he was nothing but a goddamn chew toy. Anger gripped at the hunter once more, his lip twitching in that agitation. How difficult it was to simply let that vampire simply go... He wasn't sure if that choice was the right one and yet that compulsion.... Still gripped him. He worked alone... he always did.. Yet... a peculiar thought entered his mind. Desperation overtaking the hunter then.. he couldn't simply let the monsters claim another life.. life that was capable of hunting those vampires. He was sure of it. His hand was slick with the other man's blood as he attempted to stop the remaining blood from leaving the other man's body. He was going to bleed to death.. fucking hell.

But he could still feel that pulse. As long as there was a pulse.. there was hope. Only he was sure he wouldn't survive a trip to the hospital. The whole ordeal was only a matter of moments and yet it felt longer than that. All he knew was that every second was vital. "Hey.. can you hear me? Twitch.. grumble.. do anything.. I'm going to need to ask you something.. Its important.." His eyes shift away from the broken man if only to capture a glimpse of that tumbled out pencil and sketch pad that spilled out of his bag. A fucking artist like his damn sister. It seemed to strike some familiarity, some immediate connection with the complete stranger and at that moment he was entirely committed to making sure this man didn't die. He should have been hunting down that monster and leave that barely alive human to die.. It would have served the greater good if he could and yet.... He couldn't do it. He couldn't seem to leave this man's side even though every instinct told him to do so.

"Your in bad shape.. I am going to give you a choice but I need you to give me a sign that you heard me.." His voice almost soft, reassuring... coaxing. If he could just get him to agree to that offer. He could somehow give the man a renewed chance at life. He had no right turning someone he hardly knew and yet.. somehow not allowing that vampire claim one more life... seemed important. Above all other reason.

"I can save you right here and now, but you will come back like me.. a hunter. Blink twice for yes.. if not.. know you won't die alone and I will kill the garbage who did this to you.. I will hunt him until he can't harm another.." He drew in a ragged sigh, his nostrils flooded with.... Cat.. and blood. So much of it.. too much.

God damn fucking vampires...