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Scott couldn't help but stare at the grave. He never had felt this odd emotion before.
Even when he was human, he never felt things. Maybe that's why he never felt particularly bad at spilling the blood of many others.
But this feeling was almost like a wet cloth over his heart, making it mold and spoil like some sort of rotten fruit.
It felt unnerving and suffocating to have this feeling in his heart.
It felt so out of place for the elder vampire to feel, yet it felt like it deserved its rights to be within the dead body he resided in.
He looked at the grave, at the name that he remembered always sounding like music from a guitar whenever it was spoken even when he hated the person whose name it was of.
His sweet, innocent Avid's grave. It was his Avid's grave. This poor, loveable soul that Scott just only recently recognized as his. It has been ripped away from him just when he felt like he found something worth caring for.
And yet, there's a grave. It was empty because Scott didn't want to see Avid's body.
He didn't want to see the bloodied body that was probably stuck in a screaming position from the fear he felt when his life was taken away from him so early.
He looked at the grave. He knew he'll never be able to enter the crypt properly.
Scott knew he himself was long gone from being redeemed to any possible diety that scott didn't believe in, but Avid was. He felt something twist in his heart.
Not like stake, not grief. But boiling anger, it made his hearing disappear.
It felt like a tree that was rotten inside had spread its form around him.
Grieving was something Scott had never done before. He never liked people that much to feel bad when they eventually died, yet Avid was his.
He was his in every way, and he died before Scott could even accept it and tell him.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and one grabbing his palm and clenching it.
He looked at Shelby, whose tears were dripping onto the ground like the rain that covered them from the sun.
She was holding onto his arm like it was the only stable line she could have whilst she was stuck in whatever nightmare her mind replayed for her.
And the one holding his shoulder was drift. She looked just as sad, yet she wasn't stuck in the head with monsters yelling at her like Shelby was, unfortunately stuck in.
Neither was she in this confusing limbo of emotions that are new but so very painful like Scott.
She seemed like she was drained of every little spark of kindness or even life she had.
Like someone who found out that she wasn't fast enough to help because it was like that.
All of them had to realize that someone they started or already enjoyed their presence just died a gruesome and painful death by the people he trusted.
Yet they all were so similar right now. They were all grieving, and yet they felt unbelievable rage pointed to two traitors that couldn't help but start backstabbing before their final battle between them and the humans.
The trio looked at stone with the engravings of a name, so familiar to them.
It felt like a slap to the face. Scott looked at Shelby again, whose grip began to be tighter.
"I can't forgive them, I... I won't forgive them for this." The anger showed in her eyes as she looked at both drift and Scott.
She had mascara marks running down her cheeks. They looked almost permanent, like grief was for them now.
Now that he touches his own face, Scott sees a bit of the darkness marks on his fingertips that touched his face, and even drift had similar marks to them.
Drift spoke. Her voice wasn't as shaky as Shelby's anger filled tone.
Yet she sounded so dead, so emotionless because all of her emotions had boiled her nerves in a way that could not be fixed any time soon, not until those two got their punishment.
"Scott?" The man hummed quietly. He didn't sound proud or like himself, honestly.
Drift's dark red eyes met his bright ones like they already knew what the other wanted.
"We aren't letting them get away with this, are we?" She asked. She still held his shoulders, but instead of comforting the elder or wordlessly telling that both she and Shelby understood his pain.
It felt almost like she wanted to be on the path where they three could mark the bodies that hurt their friend with their claws together and in spirit of him.
Scott stayed quiet before a sad yet dead, just like Scott smile appeared on his lips.
Shelby's eyes darkened like she also knew the answer and wasn't apposed to it all. "Of course. I wouldn't say no to get something like this to play out. But we might need to do this slowly. After all, catching the traitors off guard is important."
Shelby just leaned into his side like a younger sibling wanting comfort from the oldest sibling, Scott silently side hugged her as she spoke.
"It's fine, I don't mind my sire knowing what kind of pain he has inflicted onto me. Even if it takes long, the best revenge is the one that stews in anger before exploding, right?"
Drift nodded, and she fully agreed to this statement.
"Can I get a few hits onto Owen, maybe take off a few fingers from him when we get them?" Scott smiled brightly. "Of course, we must share that moment so I'm not apposed to having to deal with them."
The two saw something shimmering in Scott's eyes, and the two ladies knew that they should let Scott have some alone time.
They can work together and deal with these emotions with each other a bit later.
And when they left, the moon shined bright, Scott sat down and leaned against the side of the grave. He cried.
It was the first time he cried in a long, long time. He probably was still a young human boy when he last cried.
Yet his emotions felt like a wild wind pulling him side to side.
"I'm so tired."
He whispered, finally admitting that he was tired, not physically, but his emotions were drained. He looked at the brightest night star just to hum.
"Maybe you're still here, just watching like the shining star you were. Maybe you're alive, I hope this is just a cruel prank."
He quietly held the piece of fabric he had left Avid's west from when he was human.
It was accidentally teared of when the man first changed into his full form, so Scott took it in case he needed to fix that west for avid later into the future.
And now, there was no such future because there was no true fate avid left now.
He's just now a cold body somewhere that will never rot because vampires, even when their body is killed, don't rot. If they did, they wouldn't be vampires.
He held the piece closer to his chest, and he quietly whispered to himself in a fit of grief.
"When I get them punished and the others onto pur side or death, maybe I'll be able to be strong enough to bring your body here."
He looked at the star that might be Avid's soul. He hopes so at the very least.
"I'm sorry I loved you too late."