Novel & Cerita Vampire Hunter Costume

He scrambled to get away from the cage. “You bitch!” He growled. “You villains are going to hell!” The girl screamed. “Shut up, you blood-drinking disgusting bitch!” The other one yelled while pulling his scratched friend away from the cage. I looked closer at her. She was a vampire with her black hair in a bob and dressed in a red halter neck rockabilly dress with black polka dots that flared out around her legs. She was seething, there was no doubt about that. The third guy smirked.

But despite the freakish difference between the two, friendship has been made. Hunter doesn't wear tops, he had a lot of bruises as some other werewolf does. His hair was white, its length is near the shoulder, his haircut is pineapple cut despite the length though, and he was shorter than Jacob. Hunter's eyes were clear black, a little bit wider than human's. His lips curved perfectly. "So what do you want me to do?" Hunter asked after a long listening. "Uhm, is it okay if—"

The color code was bordeaux, which originally wasn't a bright colour to begin with, but his was so dark it was almost black, save for the patches here and there that glinted a claret wine color under the moonlight. Dressed in his expensive-looking Bordeaux tux, his raven black hair emphasized his 'dark and mysterious' look, and reminded a lot of a younger version of a main character- whose name was Vlad Impaler- in a movie she'd seen few years back, called "Dracula Untold." He began to stride towards her in his usual way and Katherine froze where she was. Her legs which had turned to jelly at the sight of him were telling her that soon, they'd not be able to bear her body's weight if she did

Daisy said that made me cut my thoughts and gave my attention to her. “Dey…” I said as if I wanted to change my mind. “Once I get the payment, can I go straight home?” I asked. “Of course,” Daisy said with a knowing smile. I murmured my thanks and started to prepare myself. I wore the skintight red and black two-piece costume composed of a lace and velvet sports bra and spandex booty shorts with slits on two sides that made anyone wear them sexier. I ponytailed my long hair and put on some makeup that accentuated my costume. I made my eyes darker with a touch of red. I put bloody red lipstick on my lips and I was satisfied when I stared at myself in the mirror. I look like a vampire.

Startled, I whirl towards the source of the stranger’s voice. “Oh no.” I glare at him with the sullen distaste of someone who’s stepped barefoot into something squishy and warm. “How did you get in here?” The human-shaped equivalent of Tessa’s filthy, slimy ball grins at me malevolently, gray eyes set in a grayer face sweeping the length of my body from head to foot and back. He’s dark haired, and like all vampires, unnaturally thin and bony looking, dressed in a black leather duster, a Nirvana t-shirt and jeans and wears a god-awful ugly pair of primitively simple sheepskin boots either smudged or stained in irregular streaks with something black. The cold sharpness of his dead, gray eyes a

Haydee He came the way thieves come, over a wall built too high to climb, into rooms guarded too well to enter. I woke to the weight of someone in the dark and had my power halfway up my throat before I placed the shape of him. Black coat. Deep gold at the collar. The wrong pack's colors standing in Lucien's white house. Hunter. "You have ten seconds," I said, "before I bring the whole of Bloodpine down on your head." "I know."

--- They found the first hunter at the edge of a small clearing. He was a vampire, pale and gaunt, with red eyes that glowed in the dim light. He was kneeling over the body of a wolf, one of Seraphine's corrupted soldiers, checking for signs of life. He looked up as Kael approached, his hand reaching for his weapon. Kael didn't give him the chance. He lunged, his sword cutting through the vampire's throat before the creature could cry out. The hunter collapsed, his blood soaking into the forest floor, and Kael stood over him, breathing hard.

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.

The vampire that killed Ethan blurted out but his calm expression was broken into one of fear. “You are the vampire that hunts vampires!” This realization forced him to immediately try and retreat but that was not possible because the only thing that left that position was his body, not his head. The difference in their ability was that vast as he had been decapitated before he even realized that he was without a head. “Vampire hunter? That’s vulgar. Please, call me Liam,” The man said to the head in his hand.

Their gazes met, and the guy walked towards her. “Hey,” he said. He looked cute with his messy blonde hair, all-black clothes, and a long red and black robe. He smiled, but Vero’s bad mood made her not respond to it. Nonetheless, Vero greeted him. “Hey.” The guy tilted his head and furrowed his brow. His smile faded but didn’t completely disappear from his lips. His gaze fell on the axe that Vero was carrying. “What costume are you wearing?” Vero glanced at her axe. She really wanted to throw it to the bottom of the lake. “Vampire hunter,” she said lazily.