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The events that transpired that day were much less then fortunate for the vampires, being found out and ousted was not ideal, but they could make it work. All they needed was a fresh start and a plan.
Or at least, thats what Scott tried to convince himself, but ever since one of his fledglings died from the fight—despite not being in it— his sure instincts have been screaming to allow his fledglings to nest properlly.
Ever since he turned pyro, an emotion that long laid dorment resurfaced at it's wake, a feeling that he had last felt with his previous fledglings. It flight vigorously, trying to take Scott's attention away from the very important floor plans that he absolutely wasn't doing to distract himself from said feelings.
Yeah, he was just planning ahead. No distractions.
He was terrible at lying to himself, wasn't he?
Scott groaned as he leaned back into his chair, his head hung on the edge of it's rest as he thought long and hard about what he should do. He knew how to fix this, to get rid of it once and for all...
He put a hand on his forehead as he continued to ponder in silence. After god-knows how long, the doors to the tacky dining—meeting? He wasn't quite sure—opened, revealing a very pissed off Owen.
"Whats gotten you so worked up?" Scott asked, keeping up his cocky facade despite literally falling apart at the seams.
"It's those stupid humans, theyre causing havoc across the town and making everyone paranoid" he replied, expression stoic, despite the bite in his voice.
Everyone in the brood was stressed out, and it was all those damned humans faults.
So Scott made up his mind.
"You know... Owen" Scott started, not knowing how to convince the moody vampire into something as domestic as what he was thinking of. Owen raised his brow questionably, waiting as Scott uncharacteristically struggled for words.
"Have you ever heard of a... Nest?" Well Owen certainly wasn't expecting that.
"Ive heard it through word of mouth, although I don't think I've ever done it"
"But didn't you say you're over 200 years old?!"
"I spent most of my time sleeping"
Scott was speechless, he figured maybe Owen could help out a little, and then use the nest himself, but he hadn't expected the fledgling to never have done it at all before. It was obviously odd for his age. Did that mean he never started to properly develop as a vampire? Has his instincts just been sitting there in a pile of crap just waiting for his sire?
"Then how did you develop as a vampire? Your sire should've helped you out with those things" Scott asked, eyebrows furrowed in both concern and disbelief.
He saw how Owens body tensed at the mere notion. Did he have a bad experience with his sire? Were they dead? He had so many questions, but just didn't have the heart to ask them, seeing as the vampire in question was seemingly at the verge of tears. He never commented on it though, he knew it wouldn't be appreciated at the moment.
Owen simply stayed silent for a long duration of time, occasionally looking through the broken glass of the old windows with an almost longing look in his eyes. Scott knew that look all to well, and he hoped his perception wasn't as good as he thought it was. Because if so, the fate he's guessing Owens sire must've had was probably a cruel one.
After a while, Scott stood from his chair and placed a hand on owens shoulder, effectively grounding him and bringing him back to reality.
"I can give you the comfort your probably very much craving right now. I don't know what happened to your sire, but I know you can heal Owen. Allow me to help you" Scott reassured, his hand rubbing circles of Owens shoulder as he instinctively leaned into the touch.
Maybe he can heal.
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Scott just got out from sneaking into the town to grab his things—mainly for nesting. He made sure to get as many blankets he could find with his scent specifically, as he heard from his sire that the ancient presence could be calming in a way.
Aside from that, he also made sure to grab Owen, Pyro and Shelby's things as well. They all needed new clothes, Shelby had a lot, but Owen and pyro were lacking in that department. It was fine though, he could assist with that.
Soon, Scott walked into the castle, a huge sack taking up half his inventory. He walked into the dining Hall revealing Shelby and pyro, who were both talking to eachother rather happily. It was a cozy atmosphere, one that he hoped he could bring with him to the nest. But before that, he made sure to set down the sack onto the long table.
"Ooo what's that?" Asked Shelby, the ever-so-curious fledgling. Scott always loved that about her, having such a curiousity as a vampire can always make important life fun.
"It's all your guys things from the town" replied Scott, before stretching his back lazily, "I want to make you guys a proper nest, now that the towns knows our identity"
He got many confused glances from his coven, he tried to hold the coo that threatened to leave at such cute behavior. If you really thought about it, they were basically his children, their lives being restarted to prepare for immortality.
No, Scott didn't want to think of such a childish thought. He was their sire, sure it had made some important bonds between him and his childer, but that didn't make him their parent.
He tried to ignore the instincts in his in unbeating heart that preened at the idea. So instead he took the liberty of explaining it instead.
"You all are very young vampires," he started, "so, i—as your sire—need to create an environment to which you guys can develop properly. If you really think about it, youre all newborns again, so the nest is created as a comfy atmosphere that you can all rest your instincts in"
Shelby and pyro glanced at eachother, a glint of curiousity in their eyes. They were definitely having some kind of silent conversations, probably via pyros bond with Shelby.
"Wait, is this why I felt so weird after turning Shelby?" Asked Pyro.
"Well, yes, but now that I took the bond with Shelby, the feeling is very much gone and transferred to me" Scott replied.
That was a good enough explanation, he figured the coven would find out the rest themselves, and he was willing to show them proper comfort. It was a running theme with them, all of them were touched starved to some degree. He could help with that.
"Well I'll be off now! Pull on the bond if you need me" Scott said abruptly.
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Scott stood from his crouched position, proudly staring at his creation.
It was a cozy room, around 6 feet across, with soft carpet everywhere. In the center, laid a large pile of various of him and his fledgling things. His blanket were at the very bottom, with each of he covens things placed in their own little section.
He walked out, only one mission plaguing his mind.
Get his fledglings comfortable.
It wasn't a very difficult task finding them all. Shelby was her again talking to Pyro, this time about Bigfoot. They seemed to get along nicely. He then saw Owen not too far off, he seemed to be almost done with the roof.
He always had some kind of vague bond through Owen, he figured his sire was one of Scotts coven mates, it seemed the most plausible.
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After rounding all of his fledglings together, he brought them back down into the crypt. Pyro and Shelby were now dragging Owen into their conversation, who was focused on Scott with his brow raised. Scott had been acting odd lately, almost caring in a way. It kind of scared him in a way.
And now they were being led down the spooky crypt. Great.
At some point, Scott took out his pickaxe and started digging a small hole in the wall towards the side, soon enough it opened up into a room.
The room erupted with warmth, the scent coming from it made the coven very sleepy.
Pyro was the first to enter it properly, his instincts taking over and leading him to the corner with his scent on it. Upon sitting, he laid his head down with a pleased sigh, turning to his side to suck in scott—his sires—scent. He felt like he was on cloud nine.
His happy thoughts transferred to Shelby and scott through the bond, making the girl slowly step in and lay down as well. She was doing almost the exact same thing, but she was also hugging purp fr behind.
Scott glanced at Owen, his eyes were clearly going heavy, if his long blinks were anything to go off of. He took the lumberjacks hand in his, before sitting down next to Shelby and Pyro. He sat criss-crossed, dragging Owen down and potting his head between his legs.
Owen gasped in surprise, his voice caught in his throat. What the hell was scott doing? He needed to get off... He...
He paused, a rumbling sound was coming from one of the vampires beside him. As he glanced towards them, the sound continued to get louder and lower. He eventually realised the sound came from Shelby, and the sudden increase in volume came from Pyro following suit.
They were asleep, but vampires couldn't sleep? How was that even possible?
"Are they.... Sleeping?" Owen managed to get out, his voice was soft, nearing a whisper. He knew vampires couldn't sleep, but he had the decency to at least lower his voice.
"Yes, fledglings need sleep," scott started, "but I couldn't risk them going missing and then being accused, so I had to hold it off until something happened" he explained, sensing Owen's question. Had he asked it out loud? He didn't know anything anymore.
He tried to fight both scott and the sleepy feelings overwhelming him. He needed to go and be productive, the last time he slept Louis died, he couldn't risk that again. He needed to get a damn grip, and that started with getting off scott.
The issue was, however, that scott is a very old vampire, and could easily overpower Owen at any stage. This gave him the upper hand in their quiet struggle.
He tried yet again to get off of Scotts lap, almost succeeding before being pulled down again. This time they were in a different position, or he was at least. He was now laying sideways on Scotts lap, with Pyro and Shelby grazing his knees. He had to admit, this was much more comfortable than earlier, but he would never admit that out loud.
At one point, he just gave up, simply turning his head and facing his side. He could smell scott properly now, his scent ancient yet comforting. It was honestly really relaxing, but again, he would never admit that.
Soon, he felt a hand go through his hair. He tensed, not expecting the sudden touch. He was about to his, but then the hand started to scratch his scalp, and good god it felt really good.
He couldn't help the relaxed sigh that escaped his dead lungs, it was overwhelmingly relaxing, the hand scratching the right spots in a perfect motion. His eyes grew even heavier.
Finally, he shut them.
As his consciousness was drifting off, he felt something vibrating on his throat, something that laid dorment for a while after the warmth of the room hit him. He could hear scott chuckling softly above him, the sounds dancing around the room pleasently.
He then heard what the vampire was chuckling at.
He was purring.
He froze in place, the purring getting yet again caught in his throat. This was incredibly embarrassing. Him, a vampire, purring? He never purred, he didn't even know vampires could do the action. It was this stupid syrupy feeling that was making him do this. So, despite the crave for it, he tried yet again to get up from his position.
He could hear scott sigh before placing him back down. Owen built up as much energy as he could muster so he can ask scott that dreaded question.
"Was I... Purring?..."
"Yes, thats completely normal Owen. Now go back to sleep"
"But vampires can't purr"
"Yes they can, fledglings do it often"
"But I'm not a fledgling"
"You are, just a very long over-do one"
Owen grunted in embarrassment, taking his heavy arm and placing it on his eyes in order to shield himself from the idea of scott hearing him purr. Ugh, he was probably having a field day with this.
His instinct were going into over-drive, telling him to go back to sleep, rest in the comfort of the elder vampire, promising both protection and peace. A part of him laughed at the idea, but that part was getting smaller and smaller the longer he stayed in this... Nest.
He heaved in retaliation, reflecting his options. On one hand, he could bold out of the room then and there. On the other, he could stay in the comfort of the pile of blankets—and scott—that he was in.
He decided to do the latter.
He could let himself indulge just this once.
He relaxed his body, hearing praise from the elder vampire at the resignation. He preened at it, but not out loud.
He relaxed just enough so that he wouldn't lose too much of himself in these weird mushy feelings. He sighed yet again, hes been doing that a lot lately. He felt the same feeling building up in his throat again, begging to be let out, so he did just that.
The rumbling started quietly at first, but at one point, the hand in his hair started scratching again—when had it stopped?—and it hit the spot. He started to shake from how much he purred.
When scott noticed this, he continued scratching in the same area, making Owen become louder and shake more.
Eventually, the purring quieted down, signifying Owens drifting conscience. He was definitely sleeping at that point, but scott wouldnt just stop, so he took his other hand and went to Shelby, and then switching to Pyro. Both fledglings learned into the touch. Scott couldn't help the feeling hanging in his throat as well. At first he tried to stop it, but he then remembered he was here with his fledglings—his childer—it was okay to let go of himself just this once.
So he let it out, his body relaxing even more then it already was. He could feel his fledglings feel even more comforted at the sound of their sires purring, and it in turn made him just as happy.
He was content to just lay there with his fledglings like this for the rest of eternity, but alas, there were humans just upstairs that threatened their safety.
So scott decided that day, he would protect his coven with his undead life, and ruin every enemy in their path.
But for now, he was glad he could spend time with them like this for now.