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Scott knew it had been a long time since he was last awake. He knew it the moment he saw the cobweb-laced walls inside the crypt, he knew it as soon as he couldnt feel the pull of each of his coven mates minds snap with their last bits of consciousness–most definitely their final death, he knew it as soon as the pang of hunger overtook his throat, he knew it as soon as a lock of his once pearly–white hair fell on his face, revealing the pale blue they once were when he was human.
He hated it, pure fury taking over his expression as he used his unbearably weak arms to lift himself up. His eyes were extremely dry, accompanying his throat in ways that made him groan in frustration.
How long has it really been?
That was the main question going through his head right now. He could tell it had been at least a couple centuries, if not more.
But there was another question plaguing his mind.
Where was everyone?
He wasn't completely unconscious in his lay. He had a sliver of thoughts going through his head, mostly from his coven. He could feel all their emotions, from love to hate, grief to hope. It was almost as if they made their emotions his. His fledglings subconsciously gave him signals in his sleep, making him feel absolutely terrible for leaving them in the wild without him. No wonder the majority of them died or got re-sired.
He held back the phantom tears as he finally managed to stand. He had other things to do first, even if his sire instincts begged for him to look for his childer.
Although...
He focused his energy on the trench in his mind, a bout of hope making its way in. He looked through his consciounce thoroughly, making sure to check on each of his childe bonds to look for even a tiny bit of some form of connection. Sadly all of them were empty...
Except for one.
Scott hovered his hand over his mouth, muffling the gasp he did. One of his coven mates were alive. The only issue was, it seemed this person wasnt his fledgling directly, it was his childe's fledgling. Which meant he had a much weaker bond. But it was a bond nonetheless, and Scott could work with it.
He continued focusing on the bond, his mind slowly turning into mush in order to go even further, but he prevailed, and managed to feel what the fledgling was feeling.
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Scott nearly stumbled over himself at the overwhelming feelings building up in his chest and mind. Thankfully, his age allowed him to have a better grip of emotions, so he managed to stop himself from immediately chasing after the childe. They were definitely still very young, practically a new born by there standards. They were probably trapped, if what he was feeling was anything to go by.
He stood there, contemplating his priorities. His first idea was to check on his castle and the town he used to rule over. He needs to make sure there's a viable food source for when he inevitable brings the fledgling home. His second idea was he needed to check how long it's been, judging by the state of his crypt, it must've been a long time.
He continued up the ladder and accepted the stairs, for now, he had to suppress his instincts need to look for the fledgling. For all he knew it was probably his old mind playing tricks on him. Right?
As he accended the stairs, he noticed his old diamond tools were about to break, so for now he dug into the wall in order to get some stone ones until he found more diamonds to fix them. After that, he finally got out of the crypt.
The sun was blinding, although it didn't burn as much as it was supposed to. It only felt a little bit hotter then if he was a human, but not in a noticable way. He hissed to himself, not from the sun, but from his pure annoyance at the thought of being so weak. He used to be tier 3 for goodness sake! Now he's a pathetic tier one! But he had to push those thoughts to the back of his mind. For he has a castle to check on.
He stood in front of his once magnificent castle. It was devoid of any feeling of life despite their undead nature. The once beautiful carved deepslate walls looked like they were going to fall at a single tap, his once beautiful mahogany was torched to the ground. Wait... Why does it look like everything was burned down? He would've expected the townsfolk to at least use his house as a townhouse. Surely it would be entirely useless to burn down such a building, would it not? But then again, these were humans he was thing about, of course they would burn his castle to the ground in retaliation. As if all his work towards them was for nothing.
Scott groaned at the thought, he had zero motivation to have to rebuild the building from the ground up again. It was tedious enough with the warm humans, but now he had to do it himself??? Absolutely not. That was a future him problem.
He walked towards the town in the hopes he would find at least some form of civilization. On the way he saw a poor cow all on it's lonesome. he killed it swiftly, making sure to savour every drop of blood that entered his mouth
He could feel his power slowly coming back, but he knew it would take a very long time to get back to his full strength. For now, he needed to make sure of something.
And with that, he could see the town.
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Owens body felt like mush.
He tried to move around in his grave in order to make it more bareable, but everytime he moved, all he could feel was pain. Completely agonizing pain.
Why was he even trying? He lost the one person who understood him, the one person who could tolerate his diseased form. Yet, they took them away, they took the kind soul, they doomed him to an eternity without them. That was all that was going through his head at that moment, pangs of guilt and grief taking over as his un beating heart ached. He then let out a noise. A noise that no normal being could make.
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It sounded almost like whining in a way. It was unimaginablely embarrassing, especially considering the fact that he was a vampire now. Vampires are meant to be powerful beings right? Why was he acting so pathetic?
He quickly pushed those thoughts back, along with putting a hand on his mouth in order to drown out the continuous flow of similar noises leaving his mouth. He opened his eyes and took in his surroundings.
He was still trapped in the hole he buried himself in, he could feel his dirty, blood-matted hair pulling on his skull painfully. His clothe stuck to his body, making stretching noises everytime he tried to move. His claws were practically non-existant, easily passable as human nails. He wretched, hands moving from his mouth to his throat, the blood he consumed in the massacre felt like it was going back up his gullet. He really was defective, wasnt he? What kind of vampire couldn't stomach blood?
He took his dirtied hands and raised them above his head, scratching weakly against the soil above him in an attempt to get out. The dirt refused to budge, simply falling further onto him.
Thats when it hit him.
He was stuck.
He began clawing more desperatly at the realisation, heart pounding absently as his muscles continued aching from the waste of energy. His mouth was coated in saliva from the hunger, causing him to nearly throw up yet again. This made him stop. He leaned back, sliding down onto the floor while hugging his knees. He was trapped in hole with no way out.
He laughed bitterly, maybe he could use the opportunity to finally stay dead? Maybe he could continue to starve himself, the the hopes he will find his lover in the afterlife? It was a pleasant thought, one that kept his tears in his eyes and thoughts in his head.
But louis wouldn't want that, would he?
He would want Owen to get out, explore, maybe even interact with people. He would want Owen to live on, live on without him.
That made him keep digging, whining becoming background noise as he tried to leave in the name of his love.
He tried, but to no avail.
He slumped down yet again, maybe taking another nap will help.