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Legundo was no doctor,
yet that was his identity in Oakhurst: the damned abandoned and ruined town that held his soul and 13 others in the same place for god who knows long.
Legundo knew how to aid, how to bandage up wounds smalls as a nick to as big as an amputated appendage, knew how a human's artery worked as if the information was born and scorned into his brain.
but Legundo was no Doctor.
Legundo wasn't a doctor but that's what many called him in and out of Oakhurst's walls.
Now what Legundo really was?
A monster, waiting to unsheath their grotesque claws.
A monster, who knew when and when not to strike.
A monster, one that knew where your weakest points were.
A monster, one proficient in scalpel use.
A monster that looks just like any old doctor and not the much easier to spot creature was Vanpires: with red eyes, fangs, mystifying powers, and a need to feed on blood.
Because while a vampire was noticeable, a monster wasn't.