The Hunted Hunter
Before that monster left me broken, defeated, and worse immortal.
And while I’ve had lovers over the decades, I don’t think I ever held their hands. And even if I did, it wouldn’t be like this. My lovers had been vampires or, in the rare case, humans that I turned into vampires, so their hands were as cold as mine. Yet here I am, letting this human, this Hunter hold my cold hand in his warm one.
“Yes, I speak from experience.” I confirmed, watching our hands as this thumb absently stroked my hand.