Luhan didn’t think of himself as a heartless monster.

(Most of the time he spent awake that is.)

He didn’t have sharp fangs, he didn’t have dangerous claws; neither did he have super strength or inhuman speed. He didn’t have magical powers to cast spells or incantations, he didn’t have the unexplainable ability to transform into animals and he certainly didn’t have the psychic telekinesis to read and control minds. Luhan was nothing like the supernatural beings. He wasn’t a vampire, witch, werewolf, shapeshifter or whatever they were called, but he had something in common with these inhuman beings.

Luhan was a killer.

He was not the average and ordinary human male; he was a vampire slayer – someone who was associated with the night, blood, death and darkness. And his sole purpose of living everyday was to protect the innocents from harm and misfortune while fighting the never ending battle with the darkness that was living side by side with fragile humanity.

One day however, when blood and death came to find the slayer on its own accord, Luhan finds himself inexplicably drawn to the unfathomable and strangely alluring darkness – Kai, the cruellest of vampires who saw human beings as mere playthings for his entertainment and Sehun, the angel who had willingly fallen from grace to bathe in bloodshed.

But then… were they really the monsters that they seemed to be?

Or were they just like Luhan, someone who was tainted with an unspeakable past? 

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