TheDevilsSpawn
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He wakes back up in his crypt, the lid secured over his coffin by hundreds of years of settling dust. The effort it takes to remove it is just like the first time, before when they had all just gotten to Oakhurst and he hated all of them for waking him in a world devoid of his own coven.
He’s hungry. Starving.
What had happened? Did Drift and Shelby put him back in his crypt to recover, and then leave? Had he slept for another hundreds of years?
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I'm fixing session 7 and nobody can stop me
The tags contain spoilers for fic plans, but idec atp, im so desperate I need them to live happily ever after, im undooming my yaoi (and further dooming another)
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25 Feb 2026
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“Fangs are important to vampires,” Scott says into the open, not moving for a long moment, “Without them we’re destined for death.”
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Every day, he feels himself draw closer to the other side. Avid knows this to be so, because day by day, the dead become clearer to his eyes.
It leads him to the ghost of a vampire, one who seems to know one of the vampires in town.
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Decision made, he twists awkwardly, trying not to draw attention to himself as tugs his cloak around so he might look at the back of it. His plan had been simple: grab and chuck it into the air. Was it the gentlest course of action? No. But was it the safest, most convenient one? Absolutely.
Instead, he finds the breath stilling in his lungs, chest growing cold as he takes in the bat in front of him. Short, stubby ears rather than the long, slender ones of the brown bats around them. The bat’s eyes gleam, nestled in an intelligent face.
A vampire bat. A vampire bat.
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- Part 1 of got a pocketful of bats
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It was to Scott Goldsmith's incredible misfortune that he had recently realized he could, in fact, still feel. Absolutely revolting. He should have followed his original plan. He should have just left Shelby and Pyro to their conversation; now he had to feel conflicted about allowing this whole mess.
Why couldn't he just have let the pathetic creature die?
Oh right; it was his pathetic creature.
Ugh—attachment. He hadn't at all missed the complexities such emotions brought.
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An Episode 8 Fix-It of a sort; if you like our favorite wet rat Jack von Pyroscythe that is.
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None of them noticed even a hint of Scott's presence as he carefully stepped onto the stone segment of the bridge behind Pyro. He hadn't thought they would, given his centuries of practice. But it was still disappointing; their enemy had at least one vampire firmly in their ranks— that his menagerie of Fledglings did so little to observe their surroundings for unwanted ears was a rather glaring weakness.