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The first thing Scott noticed was the ruin. His vacation home that his coven spent weeks planning, decorating, and capturing humans to build was burnt and in crumble. Chairs and windows smashed, tables flipped with axe marks in them. Come on! That was mahogany!
The second thing he noticed was the lack of his brood’s familiar pull tying them together.
There wasn’t a flood of emotions that he had gotten used to the overflow of or even the wall that some of his elder childer would try to put up to hide their feelings or anger whenever they got into a disagreement or fight. It was just missing.
They were gone. They were all gone.
When Scott catches that damned group, let alone the witch that cursed him!
600 years he’d been stuck in a slumber. Defenseless to nature and unable to protect his family.
Also 600 years without food. Scott was very hungry. That wasn’t good.
It meant he couldn’t tap into his powers and strength he mastered over the centuries, but more importantly he was starving with no food in sight. He had to find blood quickly before he became subseptable to turning feral, which would bode well for no one. His Sire hammered in that simple logic into his and his covenmates brains in their first few decades.
A hungry vampire could turn into a feral vampire and a feral vampire easily turns into a dead one.
So despite his grief, and dismay over his ruined estate, he emerged from the rubble to set out for a food source.
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Scott was usually a strategic man. He had plan to find food and any other worthwhile resources to gather on his way back to the castle and recuperate there.
He’d easily found a herd of cows in the forest that satiated his hunger, before running into an establishment. A quaint little village with tall spiked logs surrounding the border with several humans residing in it.
Scott had no need to run into town, and honestly didn’t want the see the mug of any human face after what they did to his coven. He was honestly about to turn around when a scent on the wind caught his attention.
Wolf. But not a Wolf? It was something more larger and powerful. Scott couldn’t really decipher the scent this far away, but it was definitely residing from town.
Scott scoffed and turned and moved from the tree line to retreat back into the woods. Whatever mangey mutt the town had to protect them had no interest to Scott. It would do little against him when he would go back to conquer the village and collect resources from them. He started to walk back, but someone guarding the gate noticed him. He’s stayed too long.
They ran up to him and asked if he was ok. He tried to wave them off, not really wanting to strike up conversation with those below him when they asked if he’d had a place to stay.
Now he had 2 options. Lie, tell them he had no where to go which would most likely lead them into inviting him to live in town. Something he wasn’t in the mood for currently. Or he had option 2, tell the truth. Say that he does have a home near by and he’s well off. Saying that though might lead to more questions.
“How long have you lived here?”
“Do you have any resources to trade?”
“Can we see your home?”
Scott wanted none of these humans near his home. He didn’t care if it’s been destroyed and left in ruin. That was his land, his home. He would not let another human get in a mile radius of it ever again!
Scott was usually a strategic man, but also an instinctual driven one. Sue him
So, he lied. They invited him in as predicted. Scott really couldn’t say no without drawing suspicion. (Who would reject free help?)
And that’s when Scott’s worst vacation began.
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He was moved in with the other humans who had also just arrived. They walked around for a bit, giving a brief tour of the town.
They were explained the laws, discussed when town meetings were, and other important details about the town that he couldn’t care to pay attention to. In his defense, knowing the lunch and dinner time had no impact on when whatever they served was uneatable and tastes like ash to him.
He also was more allured by the smell from earlier. Or he guesses he should say smells now. There’s probably about 3, if his tracking isn’t rusty, spread across town.
The smell is much clearer too, with their stench of territorial marks placed on almost every building. Scott rolls his eyes at the state of it all.
Werewolves. Arguably the only creature that outperforms vampires in territory obsession. And he was stuck in a a town with 3 off them. On their claim.
Just great.
At the end of the tour, they were paired up with an established town resident to roommate with. Something about the buddy system, in case something happens to the other. Scott was mildly annoyed by this, but some invisibility and pillows shaped like him under some sheets would work if he had to hunt under the cover of night.
His picked roommate hadn’t been so bad either. A small, redheaded girl. Shelby, if he remembers, who had glasses that gave her owlish eyes which matched her curiosity for knowledge. She was quick witted, had a very positive attitude towards everything which led her into some odd situations, but overall very sweet.
Her company wasn’t half bad on most days, which is a major compliment for Scott to say about a human. Her rants on Bigfoot and other creatures filled the void of silence in the drafty little shack the town assigned to them.
He almost had the mind to turn her.
No, he can’t think like that.
His current state and situation that he had himself working with was barely enough to sustain himself. It wouldn’t be right of him to turn a fledgling with such little resources available to care for them. It wouldn’t be fair to them.
Besides, she might like her life as a human. He wasn’t going to turn anyone if they weren’t going to appreciate the gift he was bestowing them.
He could wait. Gather his resources slowly and regain his strength. Sneak out and rebuild the castle in the dead of night. Grieve his lost family.
Then he can start rebuilding his coven.