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Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
The air was tense, and a thick silence fell as Pyro finished explaining Avid’s death. For a moment he hoped that would be it. That Shelby would leave, teeth grit and fists clenched, but resigned. She would have to let go of the anger eventually, it wouldn’t do anyone any good. But the moment is shattered abruptly.
“It’s very clear to me now," Shelby takes a step towards Pyro, who fights the instict to step back. "The only weakness, the only liability here, is you,” Shelby says harshly, before punching Pyro hard across the jaw. Her claws are gone, as are his, a consequence of their fighting with the humans earlier.
“What are you doing Shelby?” Anger, worry. Pyro shoves her back, trying to create enough distance to escape her wrath. There is no world where he wins this fight. Even if he beats Shelby, Scott would hunt him down for eternity.
She doesn’t let him get far. She tackles him, clawing and punching wherever she can reach. He manages to shove her off once more.
“No, no, Shelby, don’t do this!” He backs away and runs. He trips on the stairs of the crypt, landing roughly at the bottom. “Shelby think about this, come on, think, think about what Scott would do to you!” It’s a weak defense. Pyro isn’t convinced Scott would truly be upset at Shelby, but it’s all he can think of.
“Scott’s going to be glad,” Shelby says with finality, and Pyro knows she’s right. She brings the stake down and the world is pain, and Pyro is gone.
Shelby stands up, dusting off her now blood stained dress. Her chest feels heavy, and her throat is tight with emotions that sit just under the surface. She can’t bring herself to sob or scream. She sighs heavily, before making her way up the stairs.
Soon she will inform the others of Pyro’s fate. No one will mourn. No grave built in his honor. Soon, no one will remember Jack Von Pyroscythe, the scholar who became a monster. No one in Oakhurst had truly known him. Not when he was human, and definitely not before he was a monster, for he had become a monster long before losing his humanity.
Nobody came
Deep in a crypt, dark and alone, lies a boy, barely a man. The youngest in Oakhurst, and the first casualty of the cursed town. His body lays buried in a grave of his own making.
No one will discover him. They will mourn, but his body will remain undisturbed. They will assume that he is ashes in the wind, much like the other creatures of the night. But he is not like the other creatures of the night.
Once he was accused of being a monster. Once he feared being the monster he was accused of. No one will know how true those words would end up being. Whether the boy will ever discover the truth is yet to be seen, as he sits between life and death. His soul sits in uncertainty as it waits for his eyes to open, or for his body to fade beneath the earth.
Somewhere on a hill, in front of a gravestone above empty ground, stands an ancient being. A man discovering feelings he thought he had lost. And a spoken vow that will be forgotten. It is better that way.
Somewhere on a bridge, a friend sees the death of her fledgling. She will lie through grit teeth, pretending it's fine while she sharpens a stake.
Father Mackenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
Abolish carved the stone with care. His last kindness to the dead, and he knew no one else would bother. ‘He finally got to choose his fate’. Abolish hoped to whatever beings ruled this world that Owen would find happiness in the end, even if he doesn’t deserve it. Abolish may not know the extent of it, but he understands enough to know the world had been cruel enough to Owen.
He pushes the stone into the dirt, but he leaves no flowers. There is no body beneath the ground, not for Owen. Eventually the lumberjack vampire who wiped out all of Oakhurst will be a distant memory. The words carved in stone will fade, and eventually be buried by the earth. Even now no one will speak of him, not after today.
Abolish stands, dusting off his suit. He gives the grave one last look, before walking back to town.
No one was saved
“It's alright Specs, I'll see you in a second," Martyn gave Ren one last reassurance, before turning towards the doctor. Legs takes Martyn's arm, biting the vein with precision. It's not painless, but it doesn't hurt as much as Martyn had worried.
He can feel his blood drain and his body grow colder. Legs releases Martyn's arm. Martyn lifts his head to thank the doctor, but his vision blurs and goes dark. He barely feels his body hit the dirt.
"Bare ye fangs demons, and let me show you what it means to be human!"
Ren, blinded in his grief and fear, loses the little trust he had in the vampires. In a desperate attempt to avenge Martyn and save himself, he fights, and he will go down swinging.
Legs will approach his death adding two more tally marks to the people he could not save. Two people who had not deserved their fate, simply victims of one small mistake. One more thing for the doctor to regret.