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The sun rose in the distance bright and cheery. Not a cloud in the sky, not a worry in sight, or it would be for everyone but Avid.
He paced around the cell; he could feel the hunger in his bones. The way it twisted and pulled. The way he spaced out, the way he could barely remain normal. It wasn’t... Natural, at lease he hoped.
He could feel a pull to the castle, a pull to... Scott it was strong, but it wasn’t unwelcome. Surprisingly.
The foolish, naive hunter’s pace got faster.
A sudden tap, tap of the top of the silver door to the jail house rubbing against its frame brought him back to the present, snapping him out of the hunger paranoia he seemed to have found himself in.
Avid looked out from behind the bars of the prison of his own making to see Pearl, light brown flowy but curly hair in a dress of black and white cotton, light blue eyes the colour of the sky, as she walked into the former clinic with Sausage; chocolate brown hair and blue eyes the colour of the ocean on a crystal clear day, cloak unbuttoned and loose flowing around his figure appearing stiff from an outsiders view point, close behind.
As the thump of Pearl and Sausages boots hit the floor of the former clinic. They investigated the cell not expecting anyone to be there because who in their right mind would lock themselves up? Avid apparently.
“Avid? What are you doing in there?” Pearl asked the man from the other side of the bars, head tilting slightly as if calculating all the possible options.
Just then a figure from outside called, “Avids here? Avid may I come in?”
To which the vampire replied with a simple; yes.
As the figure walked into the building Avid recognized that it was Legundo, Legs, or the doctor as the townsfolk sometimes call him. And it became apparent as to why Legs had asked to be let in, he was a vampire if the puncture wounds on his neck were anything to show for it.
The man wore a simple protective plain, albeit used, apron stained yellow with age. The man also has a simple yet identifiable hair style, ashy grey hair in a simple buzz cut. His eyes were also the colour of a fir tree's branches, the leafy and vibrant green striking him as odd.
If you were to look at him from behind though you would never tell how many horrors he might have faced, a scar running down the length of his face is visible. A pain from years past he says, bayonets slash he says. The wound has long healed, but the scar remains, just like the pain of war he told the town the day he arrived.
“Avid, why are you in the cell?” Pearl repeats the question with slightly more enunciation.
Drawing Avids attention away from the doctor he thought over what he should say before he replied.
“I- I didn’t feel safe sleeping in the house now that drift is, well is a vampire.” he lied stuttering slightly here and there in a way that would only be noticeable if you should be looking for it. And that is exactly what Pearl was looking for.
“You're a vampire, aren’t you?” Pearl accuses the man in the cramped cell.
“What noooo,” Avid drags on the sentence unreasonably until it becomes extremely awkward for the four of them in the building.
“Eat this garlic then, prove it.” Sausage hands him a clove of garlic through the bars of the cell, the stench of the garlic alone could make the vampire barf, how did he even stomach this before? He wonders.
Taking the garlic, he takes a little nibble, and waves of nausea overtake him. The fact that he hasn’t eaten anything since becoming well this, it simply makes the nausea worse. He practically doubles over simply from that one little nibble.
“Do I have to eat the whole thing?” he asks already knowing what they’re answers are going to be.
“Yes, the whole thing.” both Pearl and Sausage say at the same time.
“Okay....” Avid mumbles before shoving the garlic clove into his mouth, swallowing he gags violently, barely holding back from retching. “Ew, ew ew! It's so gross, bleh!”
Pearl and Sausage look at each other sharing a knowing look. “So, Avid what was that about you not being a vampire?”
“E-” he stutters as if trying to simply not acknowledge that fact that he is a vampire.
“Avid. Tell us, the truth.” the Doctor asked sternly.
“Err- well, yeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssss?” he drags out the sentence abnormally long, as if finally admitting to himself that he, yes, he is a vampire.
At this revelation Pearl and Sausage look at each other, Pearl gives a slight nod to Sausage in such a way where you wouldn’t even be able to notice it if you weren’t actively looking for it. Sausage quickly grabs the stake from his back pocket and steps into the cell pointing the stake at Avid’s upper chest, or more so where his heart is.
“Well, we have to kill you now then.” Sausage tells him rather dramatically if you asked Avid or anyone else for that matter. Flipping his hair back in the dramatic fashion that performers or con artists might use.
“Woah, woah, woah, Sausage! That isn't necessary! Put the stake down!” both Pearl and Legs quickly exclaim clearly worried for the vampire.
Pearl very clearly seems surprised because none of the other town vampires were threatened this badly.
Sometime during that whole mess Avid noticed Abolish quietly walk in and just... watch. He didn’t even speak he just stood there watching. But that was typical according to Avid, so he just didn’t point him out to the others.
Abolish walked in at an interesting time it seems, Sausage, Pearl and Legs were all surrounding the cell that Avid made a few weeks back. Specifically, the one that Avid said he would lock himself in if he ever became a vampire if his memory served him right.
Well, this changes things.
Abolish simply backs away very slowly, as to be as quiet as possible.
Avid watched, completely ignoring Sausage, as Abolish backed away slowly back towards the door. The man was as stoic as ever Avid remarked silently. But he’d let him be.
After a bit of back and forth they told Avid that he wouldn’t be murdered if he stepped foot outside the door of the clinic. Yes, they were mad, but they wouldn’t kill him.
Later both Avid and Legundo left to go search for more tomes outside the town of Oakhurst.
“Legs, you're not a vampire, are you?” Avid asks rather coldly.
“No, I'm not, but you are and can help us advance our knowledge in the cure.” Legs replies as usual going on about the cure. “Follow me.”
The doctor brings Avid down into a cave seemingly in the middle of nowhere and he goes up to a rock revealing a secret passage with a room inside it.
“What, what is this place?” he asks bewildered.
“My lab where I have been researching the cure.” legs answers Avid.
Legs goes to the back of the room hidden in the cave where there was a chest, in the chest were some materials, a couple water bottles and four bottles of holy water. He takes out one of the water bottles and hands it to Avid.
“Drink this.” the doctor instructs Avid.
“What is it?” Avid wonders aloud.
“An experiment.” the doctor replies emotionlessly
The blue liquid shone in the dim light reflecting around the room, Avid takes a sip and he swallows.