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Scott appeared from the shadows upon spotting Cleo, Sausage, and Pyro. The three had been speaking about something, but there was only one thing on Scott’s mind.
He looked directly at Pyro, his first fledgling in 600 years. “I'm guessing if you’re here, it’s Avid that’s dead?”
Cleo answered before anyone else could. “Avid’s dead.”
Sausage let out a noise of agreement, but Scott didn’t care. Avid was dead. He never even got the chance to decide if he liked the kiss or not.
Interrupting Scott’s thoughts, Cleo spoke out clearly, “and Pyro killed him.” She seemed elated at this information. Scott recalled her wishing that it was Avid who died just earlier that day. Doesn’t she see that thinning the coven isn’t smart right now? Especially when it’s Avid! Scott was just beginning to like the fledgling, with his carefree attitude and eagerness to please.
“I was the one who did it,” Pyro confirmed.
Grief. The first emotion Scott had had for centuries. Grief over Avid, a man whom he had just tormented for fun a few weeks ago. Funny how the world works. As he stands there, processing, his vision goes dark, and his ears begin to ring. Avid was dead, and it was Scott’s fledgling who did the deed.
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The next thing Scott knows is that it’s dark, and he’s hungry. It’s not the dark from before; he can still see somewhat. Just where in the hell is he? He tries to move, but it's almost like he’s trapped in a box, which is weird unless- Was he back in his coffin? Did someone put him here after he blacked out? How long was he out? He was certainly hungry enough to indicate it had been a while. Whatever, the only thing that mattered now was making sure his loyal coven members were safe and making sure that Pyro wasn’t in the picture.
That’s another thing, Pyro didn’t have the balls to take Avid out on his own right? He always was so scared of Scott. He thought that he had done a good job of making sure that Pyro stayed in line after testing his loyalty. Did someone assist Pyro? If so, who?
Owen. Pyro and Owen were the only ones missing when Avid died. Everyone else was accounted for. Make that two people he’d be taking care of.
Scott carefully removes the lid, sliding the hard stone slab to the side while it makes that awful scraping sound. Good thing Scott’s always been one for dramatics, otherwise he’d hardly tolerate it.
As Scott wanders the halls of the crypt, he can’t help but notice that none of the crypts have been converted to rooms anymore. It was like Shelby was never here at all, a deeply concerning thought if true.
When Scott arrives at the stairs, he attempts to lunge out of the crypt, but finds himself jumping only a normal amount. Things were starting to not add up. Scott was level three before he blacked out. Sure, he was hungry, but vampires are always hungry. It’s not a new development. Nevertheless, Scott is definitely level one right now. Which is dangerous. You can only be staked to death at level one. He needed to level up right away.
Scott trudges up the stairs, highly annoyed. He decides he’ll grab some chickens from the chicken box and drain them once he gets to the castle. Only one major problem with that. The castle is dilapidated again, just like it had been when he woke up from his 600 year nap. All that time fixing it up, and it’s right back to where it was. What a waste! That was mahogany!
Another thing, where was everyone? Even if Owen and Pyro are hiding right now, surely Shelby and Drift would be hanging around the place, joking around like nothing was wrong as usual. Either that or the humans would be around, which would be highly convenient. Scott could definitely go for some blood right now.
Scott decides that heading to town would be a good idea; there was always someone in town, he can attest to this. Turning the town beacon was always such a hassle. And if Scott decides to drain a few sheep and chickens on the way in? Who is anyone to judge him? He was hungry.
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Walking. It was always something Scott was capable of, but he always preferred to stretch his wings instead when it was a possibility. Right now, though, Scott was level one, unfamiliar with what was happening around him, low on blood, and wanted to make sure he could get out of any situations that might arise.
As he walked, he realized something important. All of the trees were still alive. Unburnt, and thriving. The area itself looked as untouched as the castle. This couldn’t be a coincidence anymore. He compartmentalized this information for now. He needed to gain his bearings.
As Oakhurst came into view, Scott realized that just like the trees, the palisade was unburnt, untouched, and new as the day Scott woke up. The first time, his mind whispered to him. His suspicions are only confirmed when he walks into town and sees him. Avid, standing there, yelling about vampires, clearly human as the day they met.
Scott was sent back. He doesn’t know why yet, but he knows that he is not missing out on this chance. Avid was back. Sure, he was spouting his usual nonsense, but Scott could get his Avid back. The one who didn’t flinch at the idea of killing all of the humans. The one who sang to him that stupid little song about turning Avid again. The one who kissed him.