Vampires and Vampire Hunters
Maybe it was that smirk, or the fact that this conversation hadn’t been as painfully bland as the ones I had had with others of his kind.
" What is your name?"
His smile grew even larger. My creep radar was going off.
" My name is Haydon Veneziano," he spoke confidently, and his smirk twisted into an evil smile and his eyes grew dark.
It was as though the person standing in front of me had totally devoured the cool, calm teenage vampire I had been talking to just a moment ago. I froze as I remembered his name- Haydon Veneziano. It was a name no hunter could ever possibly forget as it belonged to one of the most feared vampires to have existed. He was the son of a very rich, very powerful vam