Paris, France 1797

It is the middle of the Reign of Terror, Robespierre's wrath encircled the people of France, execution's by either firing squad or Guillotine took place as a part of life. French soldiers patrolled the streets in search of possible counter-revolution. A female english woman named Ashley Madison peeked put from a dark alley, spectating as a group of French soldiers interrogated and slaughtered a few French civilians, before speaking to them in a heavy French accent.

French soldier: Take the children to be the firing squads downtown. And take the mother to the guillotine.

Then, a black haired, pale skinned soldier stepped up to the group seemingly out of nowhere. Red flags instantly began waving at the sight of this young man. Who talked to the soldiers a bit, before they handed him the mother and walked off, I decided to follow them.

Y/N's POV

This is spectacular! Due to this new leader's little reign of terror, blood is everywhere! I have the supply I need! And since I killed a French soldier and stole his uniform, I can now go places where a normal looking civilian cannot! Which gives me more access to my meals...

Y/N: I'll take her to the guillotine for you sir.

The Frenchman nodded and threw the smother at me, I caught her and briefly shined my eyes red, her eyes widened in terror as she tried to escape my grasp.

Frenchman: She's all yours corporal.

I nodded and smiled, as I pulled her away. The others left with the children as I forcefully pulled her into an alleyway.

Woman: No! Please! Monsieur I-I don't want any trouble.

Y/N: You should be thankful. I didn't leave you to those barbarians. What I'm about to do to you as 10 times better than they would've done.

Woman: N-no! STAY AWAY FROM M-Mpph! MPPPH!

I silenced her using my hand and glared at her with my crimson eyes

Y/N: Scream, and your throat goes out of your neck and into my hand. Got it human?

She cried as I planted my teeth to her neck. She squirmed under my grip as she silently screamed when my teeth sunk into her neck. I slurped up her delicious blood, until her efforts to resist grew smaller and smaller. Until they were practically nonexistent, suddenly I heard a gun cock behind me and a feminine voice.

Ashley: Let her go! Vampire!

I dropped the woman as she grunted while on the ground, wiping the blood off of my mouth.

Y/N: Well well well. Another human has come to the slaughter.

I turned around, seeing a brown haired girl who was raising a pistol at me. I kicked my previous victim to the ground, she effortfully got up and limped out of the alleyway, into the streets.

Y/N: She'll die of blood loss anyway. *sigh* Speaking of which, aren't little girls like you not supposed to be out at this time of night.

Her demeanour stood, her smile as cocky as her pistol.

Ashley: I think you know full well why I'm here vampire... If you don't know, this pistol holds within it a silver bullet.

I stepped back, holding my arms up in a playful way.

Y/N: Ohh, a vampire hunter I see...

Ashley: Why yes. Now then... What are you're last words. You vile creature?

She flipped her hair as she aimed the pistol at my head.

Y/N: Oh, darling. You don't realize that it's you who need to say your last words.

She was confused for a moment, before I morphed into a bat and flew right behind her. I morphed again, before placing my hands on her fragile shoulders, and whispering into her ear.

Y/N: You're blood smells nice, you know sweetheart I'd like to have a taste-

She turned and pushed me away, quickly firing her flintlock pistol at me. I felt pain in my chest as I fell back, pretending to play dead, trying to ease the pain of the bullet's velocity ricochet on my body armour. She gave off a small laugh as she blew the barrel and turned around, holstering it and walking away. Before I got back up and cracked my back.

Y/N: Agh, that hurt like a b**tch.

She turned around and gasped in horror, unholstering her pistol and pulling the trigger multiple times at me. Scoffing in disappointment as she realized that she had no silver bullets left. She dropped it to the ground, desperately feeling all around her body for any other weapons she could use. And she didn't even think to bring a melee weapon, how disappointing.

Ashley: H-how are you?

Y/N: You know not all vampires are mindless savages. We can learn, and we survive, just like you humans.

She stared at me as I pulled out my protective metal plate beneath my French soldier uniform. And dropped it down onto the ground. She fell on her bum while walking backwards. Trying to escape me as I took steps closer to her before crouching at her level.

Y/N: What an inspiration to vampire hunters you are. Let's have a hand for this girl.

I grabbed her by the collar of her scarf and pulled her up, inspecting her as she began to sweat and look worried, she knew that I was eyeing at her perfect slender neck. It looked so... enticing, so vulnerable.