Van Helsing x Reader: Sanctus
(F/n) was being followed. Even without the aid of her vampiric senses, the woman would have been painfully aware of it. It was just after midnight, and the full moon cast a pale and eerie glow upon the world. If only the moon knew of the terrors that lurked in the darkness, she never would have shone so gaily.
As the stranger continued to follow her, (F/n) was tempted to stop and face her stalker head on, but resisted the urge. Let the fool follow her for as long as he pleased. She wasn't worried. For if he tried anything, it would be the last thing he ever did. . .
Purposefully, (F/n) let her footfalls land heavier on the cobbled street. The gentle click
of her heeled boots made her internally smile. Somehow something as simple as the sound of walking
could lull a human into a false sense of security. It was a simple hunters trick, and she knew that