Walking through a forest no shoes, only the ripped up remains of a shirt and jeans on his body . Dirt, ash and blood on his skin and a red glow in his eyes .
Sitting in the snow while actively on fire in the middle of some random dark forest near some creepy old house .
Sometimes he wonders how he ends up in these situations . . .
If she doesn’t need one then he doesn’t either . Not that not having one would stop him . He kinda just goes wherever .
“Of course it is . Not surprising coming from a vampire .”
//I really like the idea of Hellhounds being so rare that even most other supernatural creatures think they’re just a myth and claim that anyone who’s claiming they saw one actually just saw a werewolf that was somehow set on fire .