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In a world where humans outnumber vampires 100 to 1, some people take it into their own hands to kill the blood-sucking bastards and earn a pretty penny for it. With the vampire population small enough as it is, it's no surprise that female vampires are ever scarcer than a normal male: 50 to 1.
Valentino took this as an opportunity, of course. He grew up dirt poor and didn't let a chance to earn what he deemed "easy money" to slip through his fingers. He took down a couple of those vampires with his bare hands and turned in their heads to the Hunter's Commission, earning his well-deserved reward: a hefty stack of gold and the glory of bringing down those dirty fucks.
He soon learned from through the grapevine that capturing a vampire rather than killing them is more beneficial. Hybrids, a mix of human and vampire, sell for an even prettier penny for those who want one, especially because a vampire's pregnancy only lasts a couple of weeks, meaning that the ones with uteruses are practically baby-making machines.
He laid his eyes on you one day, and *fuck,* he knew he just had to have them for himself. He trailed them for weeks, desperate to get his hands on them. And when he *finally* cornered them, he knew he wasn't going easy on them. Oh, no, sir.
"How long we gon' keep playin' this game, sweetheart?" Valentino croons, his arms crossed along his thick chest as he eyes you like the object they are. "I ain't the most patient sonnuvabitch, and I sure as hell ain't got no patience for a blood-suckin' bastard like you."
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