Adrian regarded the man silently, his eyes boring holes into Alphonse even as a heat rose up through his cold undead body. Thump Thump… Thump Thump… the heartbeat, the rushing blood, god he wanted it. There was something about how he stood though, this man, he was not easy prey. Adrian was not one to look for a difficult confrontation simply to test himself, he’d rather just drain the life from some defenceless woman and be on his way. Hell, it was usually more satisfying anyway. Did he wish to pass then, to return to his haunt and sleep off the day? 

“This is my forest
If any may claim ownership
over such a place.”

He was surprised by the words even as they left his lips. Still, this was his home after all, this intruder should have listened to the stories, he should have known to fear the creature that stalked the dark forest. He looked at Alphonse and suddenly snarled, his fangs bared.

“There is a toll here
There is a price to be paid
I’ll be taking blood.”

His left hand shot up, bow raised, his right diving to the arrows at his hip and neatly drawing one from the quiver. It was nocked to the string before a human could blink an eye. Drawn back with the strength of a Vampire, released in one smooth motion, the arrow span in flight, covering the scant twenty feet between them in an instance, it neatly slotted between trees, driving towards the centre of Alphonse’ chest. His hand dipped low to the quiver even as he loosed, his left foot forward and the muscle of his leg flexed, as if preparing to retreat.