Vampire Vengeance

Vampire Vengeance

I’ve spent my life straddling the line between the supernatural and the mundane, but tonight, that line blurred into oblivion. My name is Grayson Knox, and I am the Marshal of Magic.

The night was as dark as my thoughts as I stepped into the alley, my leather coat rustling like a harbinger of doom. The air reeked of blood, a bitter reminder of the twisted world I inhabited. At my feet lay the body of Vincent “Vinnie” Romano, a notorious mafia hitman. I should’ve felt a sense of justice served, but there was something else, something gnawing at my gut.

She was there, lurking in the shadows, a siren with raven hair and crimson lips. Her name was Seraphine, a vampire of incomparable beauty and unfathomable cruelty. Her fangs glinted in the dim light, a cruel parody of innocence.

“You took my prize, Knox,” she hissed, her voice a symphony of temptation.

I clenched my fists, my knuckles white beneath my gloves. “He was a killer, Seraphine. A monster.”

Her laughter echoed through the alley, a haunting melody that sent shivers down my spine. “And you, Knox, are no different. You serve the Council, but you’re no hero.”

The truth in her words cut deeper than any blade. I served the Council of Magic, hunting down supernatural criminals and maintaining…