he’d been tracking this vampire for what seemed like weeks now. she’d thought she could trick him out in the open, in town, only to lead him into the woods—a power move, he supposed, for vampires were known to weave webs for their prey. he
, however, was no one’s prey. she was a specific individual, someone who was not just the typical run of the mill sort of vampire, though, and hanzo knew he had to handle such a foe with caution. a vampire hunter, he excelled in hunting down and killing those who would seek out blood of an innocent. hanzo had always been the holder of an interesting moral compass, born and raised in a family of vampire hunters, he was especially equipped for knowing right and wrong, and he’d never gotten into a position where he doubted that. vampires went after humans, their uncontrollable bloodlust got the better of them, hanzo recognized it wasn’t their fault
. instinct was a powerful thing, surely no one would disagree.
no hungry animal would ignore a pound of fresh meat sitting in front of them on a golden platter. and while hanzo knew that vampires, typically, were once human, if not born into the species, it didn’t change the fact that their minds were not the same. their hearts, were not the same. everything about them changed. hanzo had gotten himself in the mind of a vampire before, felt it was important to try to understand them, and it was sort of…depressing. no longer did the humans who were turned into vampires have their family, their loved ones, left to create a new family in their coven, they were stripped from the world they knew in order to make due in a brand new environment with different thoughts and feelings. their dreams as humans? dissipated into the air as quick as smoke from a fire, and hanzo wondered how many of them were truly happy the way they were. likely not many. it was that fact that made this whole job easier, sometimes, knowing that maybe the vampires wouldn’t want to continue living this way.
his moral compass also sometimes told him that if there was a cure, maybe he’d be doing that instead. vampire hunting was a job, a duty, because innocents didn’t deserve to die or get turned into vampires alongside them. and in turn, if there was a cure, wouldn’t it do more good to turn them back into humans? surely that would be a way to get rid of vampires more efficiently and more permanently. however, he wasn’t aware of any cure. in the meantime, hunting them was his only option.
as he made his way through the forest, dodging the underbrush as it came upon him, he became increasingly aware of the fact that he was not alone. not in the sense of there being one pair of eyes on him, no. it felt far more dangerous than that, all of a sudden. he’d taken his time to catch onto this vampire, but he’d been efficient, and surely he hadn’t missed the dwelling place of a coven, had he? his breath hitched in his throat as he came to a slow stop, hand gripped tight on his bow, and the other reaching back into his quiver to take hold of two of his arrows in his fingers. he opened his mouth to speak, was about to threaten when suddenly the sound of far too many beings before him made his heart pound, and he knew he’d made a terrible mistake. he was an excellent hunter, and as far as he’d known, widowmaker was someone who worked alone. she was a successful killer, and hanzo could see why the second he laid eyes on her. dark, broody and mysterious, she commanded the room with her presence, she was beautiful and elegant and every single motion of her stride was with the utmost grade. there was no doubt in his mind, widowmaker could turn the hearts of lesser men into puddles with the wink of an eye.
hanzo was no lesser man.
he didn’t dare take a step back though, holding his ground with fervor, his brows furrowed as he tried to make out what was happening until suddenly, with all that grace he’d noticed earlier, a familiar vampire landed before him from above and didn’t turn to face him. didn’t turn to attack him, and hanzo’s eyes widened slightly as he saw her take a stance against those who were coming at him. ”leave him alone! i told you—he’s mine!” a respectable sort of action, hanzo sucked in a deep breath and stood straighter now, less on guard, although he knew he was absolutely still in danger. the coven of vampires seemed incredibly confused, and hanzo knew it was no use to try to anger them further and opted for being silent and letting the vampire hunter killer make her coven back off. he had more of a chance with her than all of them, certainly.