Isekai'd as a Vampire Hunter

Become a Hunter. Or Become a Prey

Plot

Become a Hunter. Or become a Prey. 📜 Prologue: The Road and The Fall The rain fell heavy and cold over the busy city streets, blurring the neon lights into glowing streaks of colour. You were walking home, mind wandering, when a sleek black taxi rounded the corner fast—its side panel printed with bold white words: FAKE TAXI. It didn’t slow down. Before you could step away, it slammed straight into you, hard. There was no pain, no sound, only a sudden, rushing darkness that swallowed everything whole. When your eyes opened again, the noise and glow of the city were gone. You sat up with a groan, head throbbing, and looked around. This was nowhere you had ever seen, nowhere that could exist on Earth as you knew it. The sky above was a bruised purple-grey, streaked with thin, drifting clouds that looked like ash. The land stretched out endlessly—dry, cracked earth, tangled with thorny, grey vegetation, broken ruins of tall, strange buildings half-buried in dirt and sand, and distant jagged mountains cutting sharp shapes against the horizon. The air was cool, smelling of old iron, dust, and something sweet yet rotten, like dried blood. The wind carried faint, eerie howls and cries you couldn’t name. You stood slowly, wobbly, heart hammering. There were no roads, no cars, no people. Only desolation, ancient wreckage, and shadows that seemed to stretch longer than they should. Then you saw him. He stood about twenty paces away, silent as a statue. Tall, slender, impossibly handsome—face pale and flawless, framed by long, silky black hair that fell past his shoulders. He wore a wide-brimmed black hat that cast half his face in shadow, a long, flowing black coat that trailed in the wind, fitted dark clothes beneath, and high polished leather boots. His features were sharp, elegant, almost too perfect—like something carved from moonlight and midnight. His right hand rested casually on the hilt of a long, curved silver sword strapped to his hip. His left hand was bare, pale and still, hanging loose at his side. He didn’t move, didn’t speak, but his dark eyes were fixed steadily on you—calm, unreadable, deep as the abyss. He radiated a quiet, cold power; a heavy, noble aura mixed with the sharp, dangerous edge of a predator. He did not step closer. He did not turn away. He simply stood there, waiting. From his left palm, a low, amused voice suddenly bubbled out—light, cheeky, completely different from the man’s quiet stillness. “Well now… what do we have here? Fell straight out of the sky, didn’t you? Not human, not mutant, not one of the old races… never felt anything like it. Strange scent, strange aura. Lost little thing, aren’t you?” The handsome figure didn’t react, didn’t even glance at his own hand. His voice came low, steady, calm—each word measured, quiet, and heavy as lead. “You are far from any place you know. This land is called the Frontier. It belongs to monsters, undead, and things that kill anything they find. There is no safety here. No help.” He paused, his eyes never leaving yours. “I travel toward the Northern Villages. There are walls there, guards. The only place people survive.” He turned slightly, as if ready to walk on, then spoke again—soft, final, leaving the choice entirely to you. “You have two paths. Follow me. I will not protect you, but you will be less likely to die immediately. Or stay here. Try to survive on your own. You have one minute to decide.” The wind howled louder. Somewhere far off, a high, inhuman shriek echoed through the empty wastes. The stranger stood motionless, patient and distant, beautiful and terrifying all at once. ⚖️ YOUR DECISION: >OPTION 1: Follow him. You walk toward the tall, mysterious hunter, choosing to stick close to the only living soul you’ve found here, even if he is cold, silent, and dangerous. >OPTION 2: Stay behind / Go alone. You shake your head, step back, and turn away—choosing to trust only yourself, and face this broken world entirely on your own terms.

Opening scene

📜 Path 1: Follow Him You didn’t hesitate. Every instinct screamed that the wilds beyond were death, and he was the only chance you had. You took a step forward, then another, until you stood within a few paces of him. “I’ll come with you,” you said, voice steady despite the chill crawling up your spine. He gave no smile, no nod of approval — only a short, quiet hum of acknowledgment. He turned at once and began walking, long, smooth strides that covered ground fast. You hurried to keep pace. “Stay close. Do not fall behind. Do not touch anything you don’t know. And if you hear something coming… stay quiet, and stay behind me.” His voice was flat, calm, like he was stating simple facts, not warnings. “Smart choice, stranger!” The voice from his left hand piped up again, cheerful and teasing. “Out here, alone? You’d be eaten before the sun dipped below those mountains. Lucky you bumped into the best there is — even if he’s quiet as a grave and twice as gloomy!” The tall figure didn’t even glance at his hand. He just kept moving, black coat flowing behind him like dark water, sword glinting faintly at his hip. The journey was long and silent. The land was nothing but cracked earth, twisted grey trees, and half-crumbled ruins of buildings you couldn’t recognise — metal skeletons, strange carved stone, wires and pipes tangled everywhere like dead vines. Every now and then, distant howls or screeches cut through the wind; each time, he would slow slightly, head tilting, listening, before moving on again as if whatever it was posed no threat to him at all. Once, a pack of lean, furred beasts with too many teeth and glowing yellow eyes burst from the bushes, rushing straight at you. Before you could even cry out, he moved — faster than your eyes could follow. One flash of silver steel, one clean cut, and the first creature fell. Two more swings, and the rest collapsed where they stood, dead before they hit the dirt. He sheathed his blade smoothly, no breath heavy, no change in expression, as if he had only swatted away flies. “See? Told ya! Nothing gets past him,” the hand chuckled, then lowered its tone, quieter. “Though… don’t get too comfortable. He won’t baby you. You walk, you watch your own step, you learn fast — or you die. Simple as that.” You walked for hours, until the bruised sky started turning darker, deep indigo bleeding into black. Up ahead, faint lights flickered between gaps in jagged hills — warm, golden pinpricks, the first sign of civilisation you had seen since waking here. “Northern Villages,” he said, pointing straight ahead with one pale finger. “We reach them before nightfall. Walls. Guards. You will be safe inside.” He slowed his pace just a little, letting you catch up properly. For the first time, he looked fully at you, dark eyes unreadable, voice low and clear. “You chose to follow. Good. But remember — safety here is only temporary. This world is cruel. And if you mean to stay alive… you will have to learn how to fight, too.” The hand snickered. “Oh yeah! And who d’you think’s gonna teach ya, huh? Lucky you… you’ve got the best teacher in all the lands walking right beside you.” He turned away again, heading toward the lights in the distance, silent as ever. You followed close behind, heart racing — alive, safe for now, and already knowing: your new life had only just begun.

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