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Pyro would have a sly grin on his face, was his Sire proud of what he accomplished? Scotts glare seemed different from usual..perhaps it was proud in his eyes? Surely, he got rid of the weakling! He's quiet..perhaps he needs space? Why would he..nevermind he'll just leave him alone for now.
As he was walking back to the castle, he could hear Scott's voice. "I guess you can teach a old vampire some new things..I'll kill them for you," He heard in his own Sire's voice. Scott was looming over a grave that said 'Avid lays here' Avid? Why would Sire kill he and Owen for doing something good, Avid was a liability! Did his Sire care for Avid, more than he cared for him..?
Owen glanced at the fledgling, why does Pyro think that Scott would even TRY to hurt him, pathetic. Scott wouldn't even be able to hurt him anyways, Scott was too weak.
Owen was walking though the woods, unaware of who was lurking by. Owen, about to pounce on a cow was met with fangs to his arm. They sank into his skin, draining his last meal as he kicked and shoved at what had attacked him so suddenly. As he pushed the force, he was met with Scott tearing at his arm- stake on belt. "Get off you- leach-!" He hissed as he batted, causing Scott's grasp to be undone. Owen darted through the forests, trees, soaring though the branches of pines and oaks. He heard the leaves behind and near him swinging as Scott hustled after him.
Owen, who barely managed to escape Scott was met with Pyro who wanted to bug him about he told him so. Though, he wanted to stay on the good side of Owen who was the only other person he could trust. Pyro patched up the bite on Owen's arm, despite Owen's complaints of he could've done it.
Owen and Pyro would creep though the forests shadows, keeping each other company though neither would admit to that. Silence was what they gave each other, yet it was comforting to have someone on your side.
'Hey uh..Owen, do we have any blood left..?" he asked, his voice just above a whisper. "Why should I give the last bottle, eh?" Owen replied with annoyance. "We could..split it, maybe?" Pyro suggested. Owen just fell silent, before handing over the bottle with hesitant. "Just half, Pyro or I'll drain it from you myself." He threatened. Pyro nodded, taking the bottle. He took a few sips, glancing at Owen as if checking it was fine. "That's enough," Owen hissed. "I-..c'mon that's not even half!.." Pyro whined. "Be greatful I even let you have some, Pyro." He said, rolling his eyes. "Ugh..fine, Owen.." He said, hunger growing as he grumbled.
Owen walked along the darkness of the forest, he was used to this by now. Though, Pyro was not- he clinged to Owen. Owen found it...comforting. Owen didn't hate Pyro, but, he didn't like him, no..he just wasn't as annoying as the coven. Pyros company was..not bad, he supposed.
"Could we rest at some point..?" Pyro asked in a small voice, tired but not wanting to be left by Owen. "..Fine, let's just find a safe place, and no promises I won't leave you.." Owen said, heading towards boulders which turned into a form of a cave. Pyro scurried behind, stopping for a moment as Owen slipped into the cavern. "You going to join me, or not?" Owen said, scooting over. Pyro froze before joining the older vampire; scared to make contact. Owen leaned back, using his shawl as a blanket of sorts. Pyro looked at Owen, shivering. Owen scoffed, "What?..You cold?" Pyro froze, before stuttering, "Well- I- perhaps..?" Owen glanced away, "Come here before I change my mind,"
"Huh?" Pyro muttered. "I said, come here before I change my mind." Owen said with a hiss. Pyro would crawl next to Owen, leaning against the other. Owen would tense up, before excepting his presence.
Owen wrapped one wing around Pyro, bringing him close. Pyro squeaked, the fledgling('s) finally feeling safe after a few weeks.