A Rogue Vampire

Chase POV:

The night air felt thick with tension as I stood in the middle of the street, my senses on high alert. Something was wrong. The usual buzz of the city seemed muted, the distant sounds of cars and voices dimming under the weight of the impending danger. I could feel it creeping in from every direction—something dark, something twisted.

A rogue vampire.

It wasn't just the sudden chill that warned me. It was the way the shadows seemed to twist unnaturally, how the air shifted as though the very atmosphere was in upheaval. The rogue's scent was pungent, a rancid mixture of old blood and decay. A vampire turned rogue was no longer a creature of reason or morality; it was a mindless monster, driven solely by an insatiable hunger for blood. It was a killer, devoid of all humanity.