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Tommy wishes he was dead. He already was in sense, but he was still on this earth. He knew that he couldn’t wake up because the nightmares that he would get wouldn’t stop. Even when he would Phil would be there, scratching his scalp, telling Tommy just a little longer. And that he was sorry. Tommy wanted to scream at Phil to not put him under again that he didn’t want to see the many horrible fucked up images his mind would make.
But then it stopped. Not all at once but, there was a night where he woke up. Slowly, but not in any haze like the other times. Tommy noticed that he had a warm blanket on him and as he moved his arms, bandages were wrapped around him. He noticed one other big thing: he was alone.
Tommy knew that vampire covens were protective of their young, so him being alone, was very very strange.
Tommy tried to stand up. His legs wobbled a little bit before they gave out. Tommy let out a frustrated sigh before he tried to stand up again. Tommy leaned against the wall for support as he slowly made his way out of the room he's been in since he got here.
As he slowly puts one foot in front of the other, Tommy notices a very tall, split haired person.
"Ranboo?" Tommy says quietly, he lets go of the wall.
"Who- wait? Tommy!" Ranboo turned around, his red and green eyes were wide in surprise.
"Yeah, It's me-" Tommy lost balance as he realized the wall was too far away. "Fuuucccck!"
Ranboo helps Tommy stand up and Tommy leans his arm against the wall.
"Wait, Boo if you're here then-the report!" Tommy realized the three vampires who've saved his life…
"You were killed by the Syndicate."
The look Ranboo gave Tommy was one of confusion.
"Tommy, I was never- We need to go to Phil." Ranboo said.
As the two continue down the hallway Tommy notices that Ranboo keeps looking down at him every so often. Looking at something on him. Tommy knew he had scars but they shouldn't be that bad.
Tommy finds himself seeing Phil talking to someone with ram horns…
He knew who that was, he was the one who killed Tubbo: Schlatt. The Ram.
But is Schlatt is here that also must mean that-
"Tommy?" Phil said, with surprise in his voice.
All the vampires in the room turn to face Tommy. There were so many of them, which drained Tommy of all of the fake confidence he'd planned to have.
"Hi-" Tommy said weakly as he felt Ranboo hold up more of his weight.
“Arlright, mate, can you help Tommy over? Phil asks.
"Yeah I can." Ranboo said.
The taller vampire, Tommy assumed Ranboo was one, helped him to the coach across from Schlatt.
The older vampire was different from a standard, run of the mill, vampire. He was a coven leader sure, but he was an Elder coven leader. While this meant that they were obviously ridiculously strong and tough to even get a scratch on, that also means that they’re easier to spot. Like Phil and his huge black wings (which Tommy now figured out wasn't him imagining them), Schlatt has curling ram horns.
Tommy stares at Schlatt, remembering how he kidnapped and killed Tubbo. Getting that report and realizing he was the last of his friends left. Someone was picking them off and Tommy was scared. Now he was filled with a burning rage.
“I fucking hate you.”
“Hey, Phil, is the kid supposed to be out?” Schlatt said, ignoring Tommy.
“He’s not really a newborn.” Phil answers.
“Sure acts like one, listen kid I know you were friends with Tubbo and…This one." Schlatt gestured to Ranboo. "But if nothing too serious happens I could have him come with me the next time I visit."
Tommy refused to show excitement that he could see his best friend again but that didn't stop him from saying:
"You murderous bastard, I should've gone and killed you when I first got that report. But, that doesn't mean I can't do that now!" Tommy jumped to his feet and lunged at the vampire. He tried to swing a punch but someone grabbed him from behind.
"What hell do you think you're doing?" Tommy heard Phil hiss in his ear.
"Oh like you had no part in killing Ranboo? Or was that one of your sons! I've seen the reports, I know what happened to Every. Single. One of them!" Tommy struggled against Phil's iron grip. "Tell me Angel, whose death did you enjoy the most?"
"Tommy!" Ranboo now was in Tommy’s vision. Holding to his shoulders.
"Tommy, I don't know what lie the Huntsman told you, but I wasn't killed by Phil, or Wilbur, or Technoblade. I was jumped. I was coming back from patrol when I found myself attacked in an alley." Ranboo explained.
Tommy gave Ranboo a dazed look as thoughts circled in his mind.
"Alright, Phil, I think-"
The main doors of the mansion slammed open as someone came rushing in.
"Phil! Phil, you need- you need to help-" Wilbur failed to form a coherent sentence as he came into the room with a stake through the shoulder. "Fuck. Hunters, there are hunters."
"Shit." Phil said, although he looked more aware of the blood dripping onto the floor. "Ok, ok, Schlat…is already gone, good. Ranboo, follow me and Tommy make sure Wilbur has a functioning arm."
Phil and Ranboo leave the mansion and Tommy turns to Wilbur who was bleeding a bit more now from the newly formed hole in his shoulder.
"So are you just going to let that bleed or…" Tommy trailed off as Wilbur casually walked to a kitchen area.
Wilbur takes a pouch of something red-(its blood stupid) and starts taring into it.
The wound seems to heal but as soon as Wilbur stops the bleeding came back. Not as fast but its still noticeable and Tommy knew it needed something to stop it.
"Shit." Wilbur mumbled.
Tommy staggered his way twoards Wilbur.
"Hey, Will I don't know if you want, but I have nothing else to do and you…"
The older vampire gave Tommy a quizzical look.
"Fine, can I just patch you up or not?" Tommy asked.
"Sure." Wilbur said as he tossed the bandage roll.