Vampire Hunter Costume นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Their utility belts, laden with pouches and holsters, hold an array of weapons and tools that make me gulp. The Hunters' hands are encased in sleek, black gloves with reinforced knuckles, as if they're expecting a fistfight with a brick wall. Their faces are partially hidden by dark green domino masks that stretch horizontally across their eyes, leaving their chiseled jaws exposed. It's a look that screams, "I'm a professional badass, and I know it." "Young lady," One of them rumbles, "get away from him. He's a vampire, and a killer at that."

The other one had his gun up and aimed it into the dark. Then, shadows started to move. I gasped and drew back. “What is it?” Vash asked. Mark’s eyes twitched. “Where’s Jack?” Vash cursed and reassembled her gun. She stood and went to the window as I saw the other hunter step just beyond the barrier. He shrieked as he was pulled into the darkness. Gunshots were fired. I saw flashes of light in the darkness, but he didn’t come out. In his place, several vampires, all dressed very well, came out. They were dressed in similar clothes as the piles that had been in the hospital.

The whole place had a pulse of excitement and anticipation. The tailors gave me the clothes for tonight. It is a three-piece suit made from wool that matches our eye color, blue, and silver. They embroidered the sleeves with symbols of our pack, the triskele. “Alarick!” I shouted as a lot of werewolves also occupied the tavern. “Ylva’s looking for you.” Alarick nodded and went in my direction. He looks like a busy merchant trying to greet all his emptor. “Let her be. She knows her way around.”

"You-You need to run! That's a wizard, Nat- the wizard." She finally seemed to realize that there was someone close behind her and she whirled around to face him again. He knew the picture he made standing there over her. Vampire Prince eyes glowing through the smoke and twisted black metal armor covering much of his body. His crowned helmet sported horns that curled up and back making him appear taller and infinitely more terrifying. He didn't really need armor, but he wore it anyway for occasions such as this. He enjoyed the way her throat bobbed as she tried to swallow past her own fear. She held up her trembling blade against him and his head tilted as he smiled down at her.

***** The following day, I awoke early with a grin on my face, knowing that this would be the day I exacted my vengeance on my love, the werewolf prince, for rejecting me. I cleaned my teeth after a good soothing bath. After that, I blew dry my hair and let it hang free to show off its lustrous curls and length. My costume was a very great fashioned red dress with a heart shape in the front, which I picked. It accentuated my curved body and looked great on me. To complete the appearance, I layered a black leather jacket on top. I donned my tall black heels since I had long legs and could walk in them. I didn't have to wear any make-up since my face didn't need it.