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The trees stilled, the dead woods dared not take a breath, the silence long and hardened. The only noise that dared to break the silence was the huffing of Avid, trying to steal a breath of air from the decaying grounds.
He limped through the woods, his breathing heavy, and irregular. His head was filled to the brim with thoughts, yet none of them were incomprehensible.
He continued to walk. Not stopping, and occasionally stumbling on the large, thick roots, littering the ground.
The only thing he could feel was pain. He felt like he was trapped in a small room, with the walls crushing in on him, snapping his bones and crushing his skull.
Yet still, he walked. And he walked. Every step he took, he felt like he would topple under the weight of himself.
When finally he collapsed, with a thud to the ground he lay there, his eyes half open and sweat running down his brow.
The twigs and rocks littering the ground under him pressed into his skin feeling like he was being stabbed repeatedly.
Black spots began encasing his vision, bringing him a release from the pain.
Until a sharp pain ripped through him, and drawing out a raw, and loud scream to rip from his throat abruptly.
The sound cutting through the silence of the dead woods, and disturbing the surrounding bird causing them to all fly off and away from the trees.
Owen froze. Time felt like it slowed around him, he slowly turned to meet Scott's gaze.
Scott paused, his first thought was, “was that…Avid?” It wasn’t easy to tell but it sounded like all the screeching he used to do when Scott snuck up on him with a skeleton head to scare him, but also in turn hide his showing vampiric traits.
Despite how Scott always messed with Avid, he didn’t particularly want him dead.
He's his main source of entertainment after all!
“What was that?” Owen said weirded out but not showing it, breaking up his thoughts.
“Let’s go find out, shall we?” Scott replied with a sigh, a frown now visible on his face. He was hoping this wouldn’t take too long.
They both turned to the direction of the dead woods to check out what was going on.
Laying on the hard grounds of the dead woods surrounded by trees, Avid curled himself up into a ball. His mind was unable to create thoughts or make him move or get up, the only movement he was making was the uncontrollable shaking, crashing throughout his body.
The scar on his neck now reaped its way across his neck, and up his face just about meeting his eye. Large spots of red appeared in his vision but it was too blurry to tell what it was, but deep down he knew.
It was his blood, is this it?
Was he dying?
He could get to see Elle again…
Would she forgive him?
He didn't know. He never forgave himself. He hated that he ruined EVERYTHING.
The stench of blood was now fragrant in the air, Owen could taste it on his tongue, the flavor ripping down his throat.
They both walked closer, and closer, and closer, to the direction it was coming from.
The smell of blood was fragrant and too… enchanting to be disregarded as some random animal.
Whatever it was, it was most certainly not a beast nor human.
No, it had to be something supernatural. It was impossible for it to not be.
“The stench is getting stronger.” Owen stated, absentmindedly.
It was almost overwhelming
They heard a cry. No, more like a roar or a growl of some creature, it almost sounded like it was pained. Though considering the stench of its blood flooding the vampire noses without their permission, it undoubtedly was.
But Scott knew.
Oh he hadn't smelt something like this since back when he was a fledgling, but it's all coming back to him…