The most notorious hunters of the night were always thought to be just a myth, but they were real. Rohit is an average university student working his way through school as he holds down two part-time jobs. He doesn’t get involved with a lot of things around him unless it’s concerning his job, but one fated night changes all that. During his graveyard shift, he encounters a young woman of similar age, and quickly finds out that she’s a vampire, and from a noble lineage too. After he directs her pursuers away, Ingrid von Anfang takes an interest in the young man, whom she thinks will help her in her mission. Though borne from the first vampire bloodline, Ingrid was robbed of a normal life from birth, and wants no part in the underworld. Meanwhile, the Vampire Hunters have dispatched an assassin to discard the noble heiress, but her interaction with Rohit may very well help her sway from her purpose, which had been ingrained in her since birth. Rohit’s life then becomes all about helping two girls find their purpose in this world, as he too tries to balance his own ambitions. The cycle of the hunter and the hunted converges to a single route all because of one man mediating a millennium of conflict.

Blood Awakening

Ingrid’s stomach grumbled in front of the sandwich Rohit held for her. “I’ve never had this before, but it smells delicious!” She gratefully accepted it and sniffed the exotic aroma emanating from the sandwich, while unwrapping it. It was a cluster of rich scents she recognized to originally hail from a country within the Erobean continent, but acclimated to the standards of the Independent Union. 


“Thanks,” she continued, but noticed Rohit’s frowning expression. “What’s wrong?” 


He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but the words didn’t form until he cleared his throat. “Uh… it might have garlic…” he finally spoke. 


Ingrid tilted her head to the side, as he continued to explain the dilemma. 


“It didn’t dawn on me at first, but I don’t think you should eat that…” His voice trailed off, suddenly sounding disappointed in himself. 


Predestined Onus