Mr. Vampire Who Lives in My Neighbourhood

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No darkness could hide from those fiery red eyes that gleamed in the night, no shallow breath could escape his keen ears, for he was the sovereign of the night.

Perched atop a roof, Farrell blended into the darkness, his icy gaze sharpening as a sneaky figure approached nearby.

The hunt was on!

His hunting gaze, red as blood under the full moon, locked onto the target. His agile form leapt from one rooftop to another, soaring like a mighty eagle.

A sniper, armed with a long-range rifle, aimed at a window across the building, where a faint silhouette of a woman could be seen through the lit window.

Focused on his task, the sniper sought a quick, decisive end to his mission.

His target was in sight, ready to pull the trigger.

Suddenly, his view of the target was blocked, the moonlight casting a sudden shadow.

The man looked up in shock to the most terrifying sight he'd ever encountered.

A figure descended from above, eyes blazing red, hair billowing, clothes fluttering, exuding a chilling menace like a harbinger of doom.

"You're the fifth one," Farrell spoke in a deep tone, his sharp nails grazing the man's neck, drawing a bead of blood which he leisurely licked.

"The same heroin... You were sent by the same person as the others."

This man showed signs of drug use, similar to those who had previously kidnapped Florence and attempted her assassination, their blood laced with heroin from the same source. Finding this source would lead to the mastermind behind it all.

But this mastermind was cunning, even the assassins unaware of who employed them, merely paid to execute tasks. Yet, this assassin was different, lacking the professional detachment of the previous four, hesitating instead of immediately firing, peering through the scope at his prey like a voyeur, reveling in the woman's form before the kill.

A true professional would never falter, revealing this man's unprofessionalism and personal agenda.

"Peeping at my woman as she changes, I should gouge out your eyes," Farrell's eyes blazed with fury.

The man turned pale with fear, too terrified to even contemplate escape.

"You're a vampire..."

A smirk played on Farrell's lips, sensing this man had direct ties to the mastermind, having seen him before.

"You're lucky I won't kill you, because you're going to lead me to this mastermind."

His hypnotic red gaze ensnared the man's will, commanding his obedience.

Hypnotized, the man became a lifeless statue, nodding stiffly.

"Yes."