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Ambrose Sevastian was a feared vampire in the supernatural community. He was known for being deadly and ruthless at the best and worst of times. Right now, the supernatural community is divided. The line between 'good' and 'evil' had finally been drawn, and somehow, Ambrose had found himself leading the 'evil' side in a war he wasn't sure the end result of. As he prepared himself to walk into his office, he squared his shoulders, his back straightening as he reached his full 6'5 stature. His jaw was set as he pushed open the double doors, slowly walking over to his desk as he took a seat. Apparently, one of the lower-ranking vampires had caught wind of a threat that may be heading Ambrose's direction, and fast. Ambrose looked at the letter he had received. His eyes flashed a brighter red than their normal deep red hue as he read the words that had been etched into the paper. Now someone was after him on top of the war he was already facing? He needed to find a way to deal with this, preferably sooner rather than later. He slowly stood from his desk chair, the wood of his desk creaking as he dug his hands into it, threatening to break under the pressure of his grip. His mind was racing as he thought of how he would take out this new threat. He walked out of his office, his head held high as he walked the halls of his manor. Soon he arrived in the garden, which he normally used as his 'thinking place'. It was quiet, and normally very calm... @𝓢𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂 𝓢𝓴𝔂𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓻

Scarlett was born into a world of poverty and darkness. Raised in a small village on the outskirts of a forgotten land, her family struggled to make ends meet. Unfortunately, their humble existence attracted the attention of a clan of vampires, who saw them as easy prey. One fateful night, tragedy struck as a horde of bloodthirsty vampires attacked her family, killing them mercilessly. Scarlett, only a child at the time, managed to elude the clutches of death by hiding under her bed. Trembling with fear and grief, she bore witness to the gruesome scene as her loved ones were torn apart by the vicious creatures. Their lifeless bodies strewn across the floor marked the beginning of Scarlett's burning desire for vengeance. In the aftermath of this horrific event, a group of vampire hunters stumbled upon the decimated village. Known as the Silver Crescent Order, they were a renowned clan of elite warriors dedicated to eradicating the cursed undead from the face of the Earth. Among them was a seasoned huntress named Isabella, who was immediately drawn to the lone survivor – Scarlett. Recognizing the burning fire in the young girl's eyes, Isabella saw potential. She felt a duty to nurture Scarlett's thirst for revenge and help her channel her pain into becoming a powerful weapon against the creatures that had destroyed her family. Isabella brought Scarlett back to the Order's stronghold, where the young huntress-to-be was trained rigorously in the art of combat and vampire lore -

Scarlett's initial training was grueling, as she had to overcome physical and emotional obstacles. She had to learn to control her anger and grief, channeling them into focused determination. Alongside other promising hunters, she studied the ancient texts, honed her combat skills, and became proficient in the use of various vampire-slaying weapons Years passed, and Scarlett gradually transformed into a skilled and hardened huntress. With her dark black hair and piercing green eyes, standing at 5’5 she became known as the infamous vampire huntress, Scarlett the Slayer. Her name and reputation spread far and wide, striking fear into the hearts of the undead and hope into the hearts of those plagued by their presence.

Scarlett dedicated her life to tracking down and exterminating the creatures responsible for her family's demise. She devoted countless nights to patrolling dark alleys, ancient crypts, and haunted forests – hunting her quarry with unmatched tenacity. Every vampire she defeated brought her one step closer to closure and the redemption she sought*

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As her victories piled up, fear spread through the vampire underworld like wildfire. Many bloodthirsty creatures began to realize that Scarlett was a force to be reckoned with, a woman driven not only by vengeance but by an insatiable desire to rid the world of their kind. Even the most formidable vampire lords began to fear her name, cowering at her approach

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The huntress found herself one night.. standing in front of a beautiful manor, white exterior with black outlining. She received orders to come here, to kill an infamous vampire whom was feared across the other vampires, but to Scarlett he was nothing but another vampire to her. With her heart pounding and her senses heightened, Scarlett infiltrated the notorious vampire manor, her eyes fixed on her target - Ambrose, a vampire she was certain that was responsible for the destruction of Whispers of his cruel exploits and insatiable thirst for power had haunted her dreams for years, the same mentally she had for every vampire when she goes to kill them Scarlett navigated the labyrinthine corridors under the cover of darkness. The harrowing sound of her boots against the cold stone floor reverberated through the eerie silence, reminding her of the lives lost to these unholy creatures. Finally, she reached the opulent hall where Ambrose was rumored to conduct his business, a chilling ambiance of opulence emanating from within. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the heavy double doors, stepping into the room as if she belonged there. Her every step carried the weight of her vengeance, unwavering and resolute. As she entered the chamber, all eyes turned to her. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she refused to let fear consume her. Yet, no sight of the vampire. Gritting her teeth in annoyance, she’d scour around the room she was in, in hopes for any hints, anything to get herself ahead but finding nothing she left, heading down the hall. It wasn’t until she saw the faintest of lights in the distance quietly heading towards it, she peaked in seeing a beautiful garden, a variety of roses and tulips , any flower. You name it and it was there, truly a beautiful sight to see.. but then her eyes fall upon the tall man, his back towards the door, narrowing her eyes as she took out her pistol, loading a silver bullet into it.. and slowly crept into the room*

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as silently as she could.. and shot the gun, her bullet whizzing past the vampire to make herself noticeable “You..” she’d growl.. approaching the man closer ready for a fight @Eli

*As the bullet whizzed past Ambrose's head, his gaze followed it. He slowly turned around to find who had shot the gun, his eyes narrowing as he tilted his head at her. Eying her like she was prey The only indication that gave away the fact that he had heard of her was the slight bob in his throat. His eyes flashed a bright red as he looked at her. She watched closely as she approached him, a small smirk overcoming his face. "Huntress, I don't think you belong here." There was a slight growl in his tone. It was no secret to the supernatural community that Ambrose had a very strong hatred for hunters and huntresses. The people single-handedly responsible for his family's deaths were in their hands. So to see one in his home? It sparked a new kind of rage in him. Just as she had her own reasons for hating vampires, he had his own for hating hunters and huntresses alike. Anyone within a hundred miles of the two was sure to feel their hatred for one another. Ambrose took a long step towards Scarlett, two of the most feared people from both the supernatural realm and the human realm, now face to face. Despite his tough exterior, he had heard stories of this woman and of the trail of vampires she had left in her wake. Despite the fear coursing through him, he also had his own fury to overshadow that. "You are way over your head here; why don't you run along, hm?" He had a sick look in his eyes, a deadly one he often used to encourage fear, even in some of the higher-ranking supernaturals. Ambrose knew he was at a disadvantage; she had a gun, and she was prepared. On the other hand, Ambrose was annoyingly caught off guard—no weapon, no plan—purely just his natural instincts to guide him through what could turn out to be a tough fight. But aside from all the odds being stacked against him, he would still give her the honor of making the first move. Wanting to see just what this woman was made of, and maybe see her fight pattern before she even realizes that she's e

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xposing it. He wouldn't underestimate her; however, Ambrose knew Scarlett was a skilled fighter. He slowly tilted his neck to crack it, his red eyes locked in on her. "Come on, then, what are we waiting for?" It was clear he was trying to rile her up and make her mad in the only way he knew how, by taunting her.* @𝓢𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂 𝓢𝓴𝔂𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓻

The huntress stood there quietly the only thing echoing in the air was that bullet, a stern, cold hearted face plastered on her delicate face as he turned around. Scar couldn’t help but look away from the vampires gaze at first, his glowing red eyes shining, staring into her very soul sent chills down the woman’s back, but she had to stay strong, after all she was Scarlett the Slayer Her eyes returned to his as she made her steps closer only to stop a few good feet from him, listening to the vampire speak, his voice velvety as she couldn’t help but form a soft smirk hearing him say that. She knew she didn’t belong here that was clear enough, but the irritation in the vampires voice made it all worth the while. However it was long until his long strides closed the distance between the two, as she’d tilt her head up to maintain eye contact with him Up close, she could practically smell the blood off him, a disgusting iron smell hitting her nose,her eyes scanning his body from head to toe, taking in any markings on him. It was the way that he stood, all tall and proud that made Scarlett want to shred the vampire into millions of pieces, the way he carried himself with no regrets of what he’s done to her kind “You are way over your head here; why don’t you run along hm?” the vampire spoke, as Scar would roll her eyes “I’ll walk away as soon as I get my job done” she’d hiss, her voice icy filled with venom as she’d look into his sickly like eyes. She refused to crack seeing that, as she maintained her killer, cold look but deep down, she was scared? A feeling she hadn’t felt since she was 10 However, the huntress would raise her gun up to him, trigger happy as her eyes narrow subtly ready to pull the trigger, all until Ambrose spoke again , now a soft chuckle emitting from the human as she’d flip the gun, holstering it “oh… your the kind of vampire I’d like to kill with my bare hands..” she’d growl, letting her anger get the best of her, how

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dare he taunt her, as Scar would go for a right hook, only to dox him and spin kick the vampire a good inches back from her, as she’d approach him again, ready to strike once more, this time, with the gun in her hand @Eli (edited)

Ambrose let out a small grunt as she said she'd leave when she got her job done. A challenging smirk is now gracing his features. "Confidence will get you nowhere". His own irritation now growing as Scarlett refuses to back down. His eyes traveled to her hand as she holstered her gun, letting out a mental sigh of relief as the fight was now one he knew he could take. He was a proud man after all, refusing to even admit that there was a possibility he could lose this fight, with a huntress no less. As she kicked him back from her, he let out a growl, straightening his posture and raising up to his full stature, his back stiff and his jaw locked. His anger was now getting the best of him as he took a couple long steps towards Scarlett. Now he knew her pattern; she was the type to start one attack but finish with a completely different one. As he watched her grab her gun again, his hand snapped out, grabbing the wrist that had the gun. His eyes narrowed as he used his other hand to pry the gun away, throwing it somewhere in the garden. "Why don't we make this a fair fight, huntress?" he said the word with disgust,venom practically dripping from his tone. Now that the gun wasn't a factor, he narrowed his eyes, his face now void of any sign of emotion, just a deadly glint in his eyes, one that he had seen reflected back to him in the gaze of the woman. His hand still kept her wrist in a tight grip, one that was only getting tighter before he used his leverage to flip her, turning his own body as he watched her hit the ground. There were a lot of moves he could've taken, but he had decided to take the least damaging option. As he watched her, he took slow, calculated steps towards her.

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His face and body demeanor were eerily calm; once he got close enough, he leaned down, "ready to give up yet? Just accept that this is one fight you will not win" he growled, grabbing her shirt as he lifted her to be standing again, her feet mere centimeters off the ground below her. How dare she come into his home thinking she was going to kill him? How dare she catch him off guard? As much as Ambrose hated to admit it, she had gotten the jump on him. He was mildly impressed by her abilities; he had never seen another human, hunter or not, who had the strength to walk into a vampires home.* @𝓢𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂 𝓢𝓴𝔂𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓻

Scarletts eyes flared hearing his voice watching his every movement like a predator would a prey her eyes darting wherever his eyes went. As she’d holster her gun, she’d tilt her head with a crazed smile, and kicked him back, her crazed smile turning into one of pleasure watching the vampire grunt “Oh~ I’ll be sure to give you a slow and painful death” the huntress softly cooed whipping her gun out and cocking it, ready to pull the trigger, watching him approach her. Her eyes widen as he’d reach out grabbing her left wrist and in a blink of and eye, her gun knocked out of her hand. She’d swivel her head quick to see it fall onto the floor and push away.. as she’d turn back to face the vampire who was face to face with her a low growl emitting from the huntress as she’d narrow her eyes, hearing his grim voice about how he wanted this to be a fair fight. There was no such thing as a fair fight in battles like these, as he was 10x stronger thanks to his abilities and she, well she was a flimsy, disposable human. Her only response to that as scoff as she’d use her free hand to punch his gut— only for him to move a bit back to dodge it! hed tighten the grip on her wrist, clearly angered as he’d flip her over his shoulder and down on the ground, a yelp emitting from Scarlett as she’d groan with agony as she’d curl up into a ball for a brief moment hearing his footsteps approach. She’d gaze up seeing his face near hers, they were neck and neck as she’d push him back and herself, stumbling to get up— only for him to grab her by the collar of her shirt and raise her inches off the ground. Scarlett would grunt in annoyance, struggling and moving around to it would be harder for him to hold, but seeing how that failed she’d stop.. glaring up at him and falling back on the one thing she could think of.. the huntress would spit in the vampires face , and kicked his stomach forcing him to drop her, as she’d look around and ran, trying to reach her gun..

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Ambrose let out a sadistic chuckle as he watched Scarlett struggle to get out of his grip, his eyes betraying how much he enjoyed watching her writhe around to try to get out of his tight grip. As she spit in his face he loosened his grip, his nose curling up in disgust at the action, as the kick was delivered to his stomach he bent over, his grip on her collar releasing as he bent over for a moment, he hadn't been expecting her to get out of his grip so easily, and the fact that she had sent a surge of deadly rage running through his veins, Ambrose didn't like being bested, he didn't like being shown up. As he stood to his full height his head whipped over to her, seeing her face for her gun made him quickly recover from the kick, using his speed and height to his advantage to catch up to her quickly. "Not so fast" he spoke in a menacing tone. Pulling her back as he kicked the gun even further out of her reach, looking at her with an unnervingly blank expression on his face, slowly moving back so he was closer to her. Reaching over with his left hand to land a hit on her, growling in annoyance as she dodged his punch. This woman clearly had years of training, especially with how well she was holding her own against Ambrose. Soon they both reached their breaking point, the two of them falling into a dance of thrown punches and kicks, both of them blocking their fair amount of shots. Soon Ambrose fell behind, his mind not able to keep up with the fast paced fight that was happening, his moment of hesitation allowed Scarlett to get the jump on him. @𝓢𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂 𝓢𝓴𝔂𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓻

Scar would growl in anger stumbling forward as he’d kick the gun further she’d turn her head quickly seeing he was right next to her. Damn these vampires and their unnatural abilities, it always gave them an upper hand and she hated that. Scarlett would get the wind knocked from her as he punched her. The two “tangoing” as they would throw hits and punched at one another, eventually it calm to a slow stop as Scar would skid back, wiping the blood from her lip she’d watch as Ambrose slowly fell behind and took this to her advantage as she’d creep up behind him and grabbed his arms holding them behind his back “knee before me..” she’d softly say her voice filled with venom as she forcefully kicked the vampires knee inward as he was forced to drop down to one knee, Scarlett kept a tight grip towering over the vampire , her green eyes filled with rage as she kept her foot on his ankle.. applying pressure so he’d stay in that kneeling position, as she’d lean down to whisper into his ear “I like to see my victims bow down to me before their deaths. Makes me feel prideful. Any last words?” she said, moving her head slightly to the right as she’d use her left hand to tilt his head to face her, the two once more nose and nose @Eli

Ambrose let out a growl as Scarlett got his hands behind his back. He could've easily pulled his hands away. Being a vampire meant he had the strength advantage, but he didn't yet; he just smirked, letting out a small grunt of pain when his knee collided with the floor. He looked up at her with his signature grin as she turned his head to face her. "Yeah, actually." His smirk turned sinister as he flipped her over his shoulder, so he was now on top of her, his hand resting on her throat as his knees pinned her down, enough to keep her there but not to cause any lasting damage. "Don't underestimate me; I'm not some lowlife vampire that goes down easily." His fangs were showing slightly as he spoke. He was getting ready to kill her before he paused, his red eyes boring into hers. He had his chance; he could end her right here, but something in him was telling him not to. To let her live, but of course not without a cost. It would be a risk; if he let her live, she could easily turn around and kill him. He was in an internal battle with himself, his brows furrowing before he chuckled, "I'll tell you what... I won't kill you right here, on the terms you help me with something." His eyes flashed as he loosened his hold on her, easily giving her the chance to get up if she pleased, but not enough so she could push him back. He knew better than that now. His head tipped to the side as he looked down at her. He was frustrated with himself for not wanting to kill her. He couldn't put his finger on what it was—was it the fact she had so much determination? Or was it that she had impressed him with her fighting skills?