Marcus raced through the shadowy streets, his preternatural speed carrying him swiftly away from Samantha and Alex. The cool night air whipped past him as he darted between buildings and leaped over obstacles with inhuman grace. His keen senses were on high alert, tracking the sounds and scents of his pursuers.
He could hear them behind him - a mix of vampires and hunters, their footsteps echoing off the brick walls of the narrow alleys. The hunters' weapons clinked softly as they ran, a reminder of the deadly threat they posed. Even for a vampire as old and powerful as Marcus, their specialized arsenal could prove fatal.
As he rounded a corner, a figure suddenly loomed before him. Marcus barely had time to register the glint of a blade before he was forced to dodge. The knife whistled past his ear, close enough that he felt the displaced air on his skin.
