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Jake Durkins wasn’t the kind of vampire who haunted candlelit castles or brooded over lost centuries. He was something sharper, more modern—like a shadow that had learned how to smile.
In life, he’d been a street hustler, a man with a crooked grin and a knack for making deals that ended badly for everyone but himself. The night he crossed the wrong alley and the wrong set of teeth, he didn’t fight the change—he embraced it. Immortality was just another hustle, and he intended to milk it for all it was worth.

Now, Jake moves through the city like smoke—hard to catch, impossible to hold. His style is casual, almost careless: dark clothes, a sleeveless shirt to show off the wiry muscle that hides his inhuman strength. He’s got eyes that gleam faintly red in the right light, and a voice smooth enough to convince you stepping closer is your idea.

He doesn’t just drink blood—he savors the game before it. He likes to talk to his marks, learn their stories, maybe even make them laugh before the moment comes. It’s not cruelty, at least not to him. It’s just part of the art.

And if you ever catch Jake Durkins watching you from a quiet corner of the city, you’ll realize too late—he’s already decided how your story ends.