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Scott’s heart gave the illusion of hammering. He needed to be composed, at the very least he needed to put on the old facade of having everything in control. He knew those two siblings weren’t human, there had been something off about their scents. Scott hadn’t imagined, however, that the two of them would be actual demons.
He’d followed Avid throughout the entirety of what they had called an “episode” and saw the smoky ink-like thing consume him momentarily. And then he had calmed down the second Elle came around the corner.
They were kin, whatever had infected them both had given that effect. Scott’s knowledge of the demonic ended near there.
He took a slow breath in, leaning against the wood of his and Shelby’s house. Was there no end to the curses Oakhurst would be home to? Evidently not, as the vampiric influences had resided in Oakhurst for millennia. This wasn’t something Scott could gaslight anyone out of.
Part of him wanted to help, the remaining echoes of a weaker version of himself.
Elle had said that what Avid ate during the episode went to the infection. Scott had a few theories, largely regarding that specific detail. If the infection needed blood or meat to grow, if Avid wasn’t eating outside of an episode that was likely the cause. He sighed, looking at the house his friend roommate had created. She found Avid interesting, and he hadn’t done anything to warrant Scott’s dislike.
Fine, he’d see if he could take them in. They’d be of use to him in any case once he started another coven.
He’d like to turn Shelby, she’d at least be open to the idea. But scouting out potential people to turn had been.. slow, at the very least. Though it was largely nonexistent.
He joined the duo of Owen and Pyro to go out to the Obelisk. Either of them would be decent coven members, Pyro was a clever scholar, Owen at least had the strength and sharp tongue.
Scott looked over his shoulder a few times, part of him wondering if they’d run into the siblings out here as they went through the still live wood. Entering the deadwood was a stark contrast to that. It hadn’t always been dead, but Oakhurst was known as a cursed town for a good reason, and Scott was largely to blame for that.
The beacon was glowing that same disgusting holy orange as the one in town. Both him and Owen walked towards it.
“Well this is awkward.” Scott mused, looking to his fellow vampire.
“I’m fairly certain I was here first.” Owen muttered,
“Absolutely not.”
“How does two hundred sound?”
“Baby numbers.” Scott smirked as the other realized just who he was talking to.
“What are you two arguing about, the beacon?”
“Can I at least have a small bite?” Owen asked, ignoring the scholar. He was still a fledgling somehow, Scott could tell.
The elder agreed to the compromise. The younger stalked closer to the human, who was still incredibly confused even as Owen bit down on his neck.
“W- what?”
“We were arguing over you, silly.” Scott smiled, it was not a comforting thing, something used only to intimidate the man who would be the newest vampire among their ranks.
Owen removed his fangs, stepping back to allow the elder the ability to turn the human. Pyro’s eyes were wide with panic, he tried to run, foolish. You wouldn’t run from any other predator, it only makes the hunt draw out, and the heart pumped out more blood for the elder. Scott grabbed him, plunging his fangs into the human’s neck, making two adjacent scars to where Owen had bit down.
His blood was sweet down his throat, far more substantial than anything Scott had eaten as of late.
Pyro looked up in fear at the two older vampires, “What.. S- Shelby was right? The supernatural, vampires, are real?”
Scott hummed, “I’m not entirely sure on the rest of what she spoke of, but vampires are very real.”
It was mostly a truth, but Scott knew better than anyone that most of what the humans called “supernatural” was, in fact, very real. But the common human civilian didn’t know any of that.
“We need to get back to town.” Owen noted, “We’ve been out for a while now.”
Scott nodded, “Welcome to the coven, Pyro.”