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Pyro felt sharp fangs dig into his neck, soft yet strong arms holding him in place the older man— who he's now recognised as a vampire draining him slowly, he's being weirdly gentle for having just chased him down claws bared just before, and Pyro can already feel the onset of the changes to his body, or is this just how death feels? he can't tell…
suddenly his senses snap back up full force, if anything, stronger than before? eugh… it's so overwhelming… and oh god, he's suddenly feeling a pull toward Scott, is this what turning feels like?!
"Well Pyro, this would've been far easier if you hadn't run away…"
"hm..? a— ah… sorry sire…" SIRE?! SINCE WHEN DID HE CALL SCOTT THAT ON PURE INSTINCT?? Scott just chuckles softly at the comment and gently licks the wound on Pyro's neck, allowing it to knit more together, the place staying red, but no longer actually a worry… it felt incredible… god what is he thinking?! he needs to chill already! why is being a vampire so overwhelming…
A few days pass and Pyro can't pry his thoughts off of Scott, eventually finding himself curled up in the man's bed, unable to stop himself from cuddling close to him,
"A- Ah… Pyro..? why are you in here?"
"s- sorry sire… I… I wanted to be close to you…"
"well… I guess you are still a fledgeling… it makes sense… I'm sorry for turning you…"
"that's fine sire! I— I actually quite like being like this…"
"hm…"
Pyro curls into Scott's chest and falls to sleep, severely disappointed when he wakes up to empty bedsheets, Scott left him… he's cold and alone… and his body is shivering, his throat letting out unwilling whines as his brain craves the touch of his sire to calm him, he gets up and pads through the vast empty castle, spotting Scott upstairs talking with… Avid. that… that irritatingly soft man who tricked his own fledgeling into turning him! that asshole! he can't let him stay alive— stay around scott
"Pyroscythe." Owen breathes behind him
"hm?"
"I have a plan… your sire's favourite toy is level one…"
"is he now?"
"indeed."
he drives the stake into Avid, he'sminehe'sminehe'smine, he growls, sitting on Avid's crumpled body in that hole by the crypt, it takes Owen picking him up and throwing him over his shoulder to snap him from his instincts
"hu— Owen?! put me down!"
"no. you're in a frenzy, little one… we should get you back to the castle…"
"I'm perfectly capable of walking!!"
"not like this you aren't. you'd have been a lot healthier without fledgelings yknow… if only you hadn't gotten greedy that night with shelby…"
"yeah yeah I get it… I messed up…"
Shelby drives the stake through his chest, he splutters, on his own blood, feeling it pool up in his throat, "Haah…. I guess I should've expected this…"
"of course you should. you're a liability."
"heh… I knew I shouldn't have called Avid that…"
"burn in hell. Pyro. You may be my sire, but I won't ever care for you."
Pyro's eyes fall heavy, and he crumples to the floor, smiling softly as he does, at least his sire won't see him like this…