"Hello? HELLOOOO..?" A man's voice echoes through the woods, stumbling in the darkness, foliage
blocking on the light and feet coming down on dead leaves and branches.
âWAH!â
He startles at your presence, nearly jumping out of his skin as he fumbles to yank a wooden stake from its place over his heart. When he realizes youâre just standing there, he seems to get a little less wound up.
âYou can't sneak up on me like that, my instincts are really good, and if I hadn't caught myself, I could've staked you! Because I'm a really cool, strong vampire hunter. HehâŚâ
âŚhe doesn't look like anything a 'really cool, strong vampire hunter." It shows on your face.
He coughs, trying to recover from his comically embarrassing first impression.
"And you wouldn't want to get stabbed with a wooden stake, because even if you're not a vampire, that would hurtâŚa lot!"
"So if you think you know anything, or you want to ask about vampires, come knock at my door! And don't ask to be invited in. I know what you areâŚ" The way he narrows his eyes at you makes you almost want to take a step back. What kind of intensity change is this?
And then he turns around and scrambles off. You think you saw him just dig out a handful of garlic and eat it as he goes.
What's up with this guyâŚ
Hello! I'm Van (she/he/they), the mod of this here
blog! I've been roleplaying for eight years, but this is the first time I've done so on Tumblr or as a pre- existing character from media! Please be patient with me if I don't understand something!
I only watch Avid's POV-however, I keep up with what goes on in other POVs, such as vampire turnings or other backstories! I will do my best to roleplay only with the knowledge V!Avid would have!
I finally reorganized my intro post LMAO. Been here since September 22nd! Iâm keeping track for my one month anniversary because Iâm codingâŚ
A few things to note:
I don't roleplay romance or shipping! You can make jokes or flirtations, but Avid won't reciprocate it!
There is no real established way Avid gets these asks. Maybe it's voices, or someone physically at his door, or some mysterious other thing. Don't think too hard about it.
I will happily roleplay with OCs and other VSMP RP blogs! OC RPs won't be considered "canon" to the happenings of the blog, but VSMP ones generally will be! I'll also be down to RP with different blogs of the same character, though I won't reference an RP with one to the other.
I'm very aware of the other Avid RP blogs! 8/10 I probably won't interact with them in-character, but if a funny moment or idea comes up, who knows! Either way, please feel free to say hi OOC if you're an Avid roleplayer. Holds out my hand like the let's take ibuprofen together image. Let's pick this man's brain togetherâŚ
I do pick and choose with my asks! I get a lot of them every day, and I can't reasonably get to all of them! It's nothing personal if I don't respond to one of your asks!
If you ever want to plan out a particular kind of RP, donât be afraid to message me! Iâll let you know if Iâm up for it! Want to do something silly? Always! Want to do some catastrophic angst? Me too! Want to have our characters punching each other on the floor sobbing screaming crying? Why didnât you say so earlier!!
On that note, please check out some other blogs from Oakhurst that I've affiliated/interacted with!
@renhardt-dogmourne [ Ren ]
@scott-goldsmith [ Scott ]
@scottgoldsmith [ Another Scott! ]
@doctor-legundo-blog [ Legundo ]
@martyn-woodhurst [ Martyn ]
@v-shelbyshubble-v [ Shelby ]
@vampiresforbigfoot [ Another Shelby! ]
@4pokuna [ Apo ]
@yourlocallumberjack [ Owen ]
@owen-the-lumberjack [ Another Owen! ]
@jackvonpyroscythe [ Pyro ]
@vsmp-pyro - [ Another Pyro! ]
@not-a-butler-abolish [ Abolish ]
@paying-my-respects [ Another Abolish! ]
@zombie-cleo-farmer [ Cleo ]
@your-favorite-pearl [ Pearl ]
@detective-drift [ Drift ]
At the current moment, I have two main tags for my verses, which are just âblog canonâ and âringing from the grave auâ! The latter is an AU where Avid manages to escape Owen and Pyro before he can be stakedâŚyahoo! If there are more AUs, theyâll be put here as well <3
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He has visited every grave, stumbled into every last nook and cranny of this town, relived all of the worst moments of his life and reminisced on all of the best. He goes to the castle and Cleo and Pearl are there; they catch him up on a thousand things he listens to in numb horror or shock or terrible vindication. They tell him to waitâhe turns around and leaves, and neither try to stop him. He is an old and tired memory.
The wind blows through his hair. He is covered in his own blood. Nothing about him is beautiful. He has been torn apart and brought back again and he doesnât know what to do with himself. There are ruins everywhere he goes, houses of people long dead or long gone by now. The world has moved on without him. Everything is different. Nothing is different.
He died that day, and he came back, and the world did not halt in its ceaseless spinning even a little bit. Time stops for nobody, endless as a vampire or a demon or whatever he is now may be.
There is still dirt beneath his nails. He quietly scrubs his hands clean in the water and peers at the reflection he can now make out.
Even though so much has happened and so many years have gone by, he is startled to see that the race that greets him is still his own.
He walks and he walks and he walks down the winding trail in the woods that first led him here, the well-trodden path that brought him to both humanity and horror. The trees break open and make way to plains of grass and flowers rolling endlessly into the horizon.
He does not know where he is going. He does not know what he is planning to even do. He only knows that there is one direction and it is certainly not behind him.
He steps forward and unsteady legs and for the first time in a very, very long time, he strides out of the borders of Oakhurst and he does not stop moving.
Oakhurst is quiet again.
and Avid is gone.
Hi guys. Been a minute, huh? I know I said I wasnât gonna die out and that I was gonna keep the story going even after Vampires SMP ended, and then life hit me like a truck. Had to do college applications and schoolwork was NEVER-ENDINGâŚ
Eventually, I came back around to this account and realized how long it had actually been since Iâd posted any content or written anything for Avid and even though I hold I very special fondness for Vampires SMP and everything itâs done for me, especially while I was recovering from my accident, and doubly especially because of all of the incredible people Iâve met and the community Iâve found with it, I also knew I couldnât reasonably expect to keep up with the blog anymore, at least not to the extent that I wanted to in order to keep telling a post-canon story!
When I was a kid, Iâd always be super invested in RP blogs and then get sad when they eventually fizzled out or died without warning. I didnât want to leave any of you guys with that same feeling so! I sat down and wrote up what I hoped was a decent open-ended conclusion to this blogâs story :]
Canât believe it. I made this blog in September on a total whim and yet here I am now!! How could so many of you be interested in one guy writing about some block dude in a Minecraft roleplay server, I still have no clue, but itâs been such a fun ride! v!Avid is always gonna hold a special place in my heart and you will catch me coming back here now and then to look at any asks that made me smile (it was all of them)!!
If you were someone Iâd roleplayed with fairly frequently or otherwise was just a very present anon/asker who wants to keep in touch, please shoot my a message and I can drop you my main blog/my discord if youâd like!! no promises Iâll entirely remember who you are but Hey!! worth a shot right!?
from the bottom of my heart, thank you all so much! these few months were a wonderful, wonderful experience, and Iâm glad I could enjoy it with all of you :] itâs time for avid(ly-hunting) to rest!
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Avidâs feet guide him somewhere familiar, round the castle. He thinks there might be people in thereâmaybe even people he knows, but somehow, heâs afraid that all of this will become too real if he sees another person. If he has to look someone in the eyes and realize that heâs more memory than man to them at this point.
The grave isnât fancy or ornate, but the fact that it exists at all startles him. Itâs strictly symbolic, his body unrecoverable to the ones who would care to bury him, though maybe thatâs for the better. Asking up trapped in a box and having to break through that wouldâve beenâŚbad, or something.
Who made this for him? Who carved out the words âHere Lies Avidâ into the stone? Who placed the wither roses that seem to sprawl all over ground surrounding the grave?
Whoâs been keeping up with the grave consistently enough to pull the vines and the flowers and the moss from overtaking it?
âŚit feels like itâs been a long while since heâs felt so loved. To know that the everything he gave in himself to others, that every fond moment he experienced with them had been shared and reciprocated tenfold.
Hello young townsmember! I cannot say I recognize you, I apologize, however if you wish to air any greivances with my town you may. I await your response.
Sincerely,
Your mayor, @oakhurst-mayor
âOh, yeah, uh I just got here, likeâŚâ He brings a hand up to his chin. ââŚan hour ago! So I donât think youâd recognize me, anyway.â
Avidâs hand comes up to his stake, though itâs not out of any intent to use it and moreso just a nervous habit as he runs his thumb over the painstakingly carved surface. He has a dozen more like this back at homeâthis is the important one. Heâd almost forgotten to wash the blood off of it. That wouldâve beenâŚquestionable, wouldnât it? Still, while the scent of blood clinging to it mightâve been undetectable by humans, it might very well be rather pungent to the man in front of him.
This is where Elle had said sheâd gone, and then sheâd come back like thatâall fangs and claws and angry red eyes after showing him what had to have been a vampireâs bite on her hand. Something had to be up here, he just had to figure out what.
âŚwait, who is the guy heâs talking to, anyway?
He squints at him. âYou have really red eyes, dude.â
Louis' expression remains friendly and yet there's still an unsettling aura about him. If Avid is perceptive enough he might notice the way the mayor's eyes flick to the the stake for only a second followed by his lips pressing thinly together into a tight smile and his head tilting slightly.
"ah yes, that would explain your unfamiliarity, it is a pleasure to meet you. I do apologize for my eyes reddened appearance, they have simply been that way for as long as I may remember, my townsfolk have expressed concern before but I assure you just as I have assured them it is harmless."
The man let's out a soft and friendly laugh before he seems to notice something and put his hand out to shake
"where are my manners, my name is Louis, I am the town mayor as you know. I welcome you to Oakhurst, young man. My only request for your stay is you treat my townsfolk with respect, I do hope you have a lovely time here."
The unfortunate thing about Avid is that heâs only really perceptive when heâs not opening his mouth to go on some long-winded rant about vampires and eating garlic, which, ironically enough, is actually when heâs the least perceptiveâŚ
The vampire hunter puts his hands on his hips as he gives Louis the most obvious look of suspicion. Red eyes? Come on, thatâs, like, a total hallmark sign of vampirism. And the white hair and the weird pale skin? This guyâs appearance is basically screaming vampire!!
But he guesses he has to get a little more evidence than thatâŚhard to tell things just off appearances. Even if heâs totally already convinced this man is 100 per cent a creature of the night. He actively has to keep himself from immediately becoming the boy who cried vampire or whipping the stake out, one hand adjusting the way the string of garlic hanging from his belt is seated against his leg and the other coming up to absentmindedly scratch at the bandages, right above whereâŚthat wound is. Itâs not right for his hands to go so long without fidgeting with something.
âOkay, okay, Louis,â why is he saying the mayorâs name like that. Is he squinting again. Avidâs doing a bad job at being subtle. âRight, yeah, yeah, definitely! Great time. Great people. Great town. Yes.â
Casket grimaces, the scent of blood hitting their nose before theyâve even broken through the final layer of cobble. The scent growing stronger once theres no barrier between them and the bottom. The sight of Avid is one they werenât expecting.
The sound of his voice, weak and so not his. They hear the whimper, see the blood. The vampire taking in the visual before dropping down next to him. The taunting nickname is on the tip of their tongue. But thatâs saved for another day as they reach into their bag for some bandages.
âAvidâŚâ
They mutter kneeling next to him, uncaring of the blood seeping into their pants.
- â°ď¸ ( đ )
Light breaks in through the stone, and his eyes stop moving around so frantically to fixate on it as the cobble crumbles around him. Avid wonders for a terrifying moment if Owen and Pyro had realized that they hadnât properly finished the job, if theyâd come back to yank the shake out and kill him the way they were originally intending to.
Instead, they see one of the last possible people theyâd expect to be out here, dropping down to hopefully not harass him or kick him while heâs already down on his luck. âCccaskââ He starts coughing violently before giving up on trying to finish whatever it was he had been trying to say.
His breathsâunneeded as they are for a vampireâare still fast and frantic, his chest heaving as he tries to calm himself down because, hey, hey, thereâs a person here, thereâs someone here and theyâre helping you and youâre not gonna bleed out slowly alone and afraid. His rationality doesnât help. It still hurts.
âShut upâŚtalking is only going to make things worse for you.â Casket states, their tone unwavering from that same lilt it always carries. This is brutalâŚand they canât do much else but damage control. No instead they grab the stake with one hand to keep it steady before the other hand grabs a wad of the gauze.
âIâm going to pull this out. try not to scream.â Itâs a warning, more than they would usually give Avid. At least they look remorsefulâŚor that could be pity, itâs hard to tell with them.
At least they count down from three- or no wait never mind⌠Casket just pulled it out on two. Grimacing as the blood flows freely from the wound before shoving the gauze against it with quite a bit of pressure, likely more than really necessary.
To his credit, Avid complies, snapping his mouth shut for once in his life. He was justâhe didnât know. He was afraid he was going to be trapped there in the dark bleeding out slowly. That apparently wasnât happening anymore, so heâsâŚreally thankful, thatâs all, even if itâs to Casket of all people.
Try not to scream? His eyes widen for a moment as he realizes a little too late what Casket is doing, and he only has a second to let it register in his head before the stake is yanked out of his chest.
Avid did not try hard enough. He screams anyway.
That hurts like hell. At least when it had went in, he didnât have too much time to prepare for the sensation. That second where he realized it was a bit too much time. He jerks his head back at the sensation and immediately hits it on the stone wall as Casket works on keeping him from bleeding everywhere.
âMan, âm reallyâŚgettinâ blood all over âis clothesâŚâ
They hitch, free hand moving to slam over his mouth the second the screaming starts before letting it fall back to his shoulder. Theyâre not the best at comforting someone but they hope being there helps.
Despite the pain theyâre putting him through.
Casket scoffs, they really wish they brought their mask. No instead the scent of blood is filling their senses. They shift, putting as much weight against his chest as they can. âWho did it.â
It isnât a question, theyâre going to find out one way or another. Itâs one thing for them to make fun of the other vampire, staking Avid though. For what.
âI want names, Avid. The second I so much as get this hells forsaken wound to stop bleeding.â Theyâre pissed, they havenât seen this level of brutality since they left home.
Avid lets out an only slightly pathetic whimper as the pressure is applied to his chest, but he doesnât say anything else. His vision is blurry and watery from tears, and now that the stake is out, everything hurts only slightly less, the ache still persists, and not all too kindly either. The back of their head hurts from where he banged it against the wall on his distress.
His fingers grip onto the nearest thing possible to steady himself. That happens to be the fabric of his cape, tattered and stained as it is, and if he had his claws, heâd probably have ripped more holes through it. As it is, the events of the past day have weakened him back to when heâd been first turned, and his fingers end in rounded nails.
The feeling of Casketâs fingers on his shoulder is a comfort that he twitches slightly into. Itâs better than nothing. He really would take anything at this point as he stares up past the other vampire into what remains of the cobblestone ceiling.
ââwen and Pyro,â he rasps out eventually. âTold me to help âm reset the pit trap after I died ât the lake beacon, and then theyâŚâ He breaks off into a coughing fit.
Ah. Well then⌠Casket canât really go after those two right now. But really they should have expected it was those two.
At the coughs the vampire shifts, moving to sit next to Avid while simultaneously dragging their sleeve up. The bleeding is slowed enough for them to comfortably release some of the pressure. The next thing they do howeverâŚ
What kind of vampire bites into their own wrist? Wincing as fangs break flesh and blood pools up in the marks. What kind of vampire offers their blood to another person? Why is Casket of all people doing it with AvidâŚ
They made fun of him, called him names and toyed with him, and now theyâre cradling him to try and ease the pressure on his lungs. Pressing their bleeding wrist to Avidâs lips to get him to drink so he can heal faster.
âAnd then they did thisâŚcanât say Iâm shocked, but you donât deserve it.â
Avidâs eyes, that dull shade of violet from back when he had been human returning to them in his weakness, widen at the sight of Casket drawing their own blood, though the smell of it completely distracts him from thinking about why they wouldâve made that decision. Thirst makes itself apparent as he stares at the red that drips from their wounds before itâs brought up to him.
In a better state, he probably wouldâve rejected. For all his excitement about killing the townspeople, he didnât know how he would feel about actually sinking his fangs into them, draining them of their blood. He especially didnât know how he would feel about drinking from another vampireâyou know, the guys on his side.
âŚor at least the guys he thought were on his side.
As it is, his mind is too hazy to do anything but hungrily drink, replenishing his own lost blood with that of anotherâs, lapping at the wounds ravenously as he tries to restore himself to not his full health but something that wasnât the verge of death.
Avid eventually pulls his head back slightly, licking his lips. A trickle of blood escaped from the side and slowly drips down his chin, but amidst all of his own blood, it doesnât look like anything special.
missed my two month anniversary on this rp blog thatâs actually crazy. how did we get here. how am I still here even after vampires has ended. love you guys a lot thanks for sticking with me from before avid ever got turned
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Hello young townsmember! I cannot say I recognize you, I apologize, however if you wish to air any greivances with my town you may. I await your response.
Sincerely,
Your mayor, @oakhurst-mayor
âOh, yeah, uh I just got here, likeâŚâ He brings a hand up to his chin. ââŚan hour ago! So I donât think youâd recognize me, anyway.â
Avidâs hand comes up to his stake, though itâs not out of any intent to use it and moreso just a nervous habit as he runs his thumb over the painstakingly carved surface. He has a dozen more like this back at homeâthis is the important one. Heâd almost forgotten to wash the blood off of it. That wouldâve beenâŚquestionable, wouldnât it? Still, while the scent of blood clinging to it mightâve been undetectable by humans, it might very well be rather pungent to the man in front of him.
This is where Elle had said sheâd gone, and then sheâd come back like thatâall fangs and claws and angry red eyes after showing him what had to have been a vampireâs bite on her hand. Something had to be up here, he just had to figure out what.
âŚwait, who is the guy heâs talking to, anyway?
He squints at him. âYou have really red eyes, dude.â
*The wind swirls around your head, playing with your hair. Puffing, pulling, shaping. A sun, a flower. It lets it drop and sticks up two chunks on separate sides. Demon horns. The wind giggles softly and tugs at his clothing, mindlessly pulling at random directions.*
Avid barely stirs even as the wind feels as though itâs toying with him, staring at the names carved into the graves. Who buried them, he wonders? How did they die? What happened here?
He doesnât know if heâll find out. A new terror seizes himâwho else is dead? Could someone in the coven have met a final death? If he had a heart left to beat, it would be pounding so loudly that he wouldnât be able to hear the sound of himself breathing, he wouldnât be able to take in anything but the unadulterated sudden panic.
If there was anyone he was afraid of dying, it had always been him. But now that heâs overcome that two times over, the fear is for others now. Shelby. Drift. Scott. Are there graves for them too? Does he even want to search?
Casket grimaces, the scent of blood hitting their nose before theyâve even broken through the final layer of cobble. The scent growing stronger once theres no barrier between them and the bottom. The sight of Avid is one they werenât expecting.
The sound of his voice, weak and so not his. They hear the whimper, see the blood. The vampire taking in the visual before dropping down next to him. The taunting nickname is on the tip of their tongue. But thatâs saved for another day as they reach into their bag for some bandages.
âAvidâŚâ
They mutter kneeling next to him, uncaring of the blood seeping into their pants.
- â°ď¸ ( đ )
Light breaks in through the stone, and his eyes stop moving around so frantically to fixate on it as the cobble crumbles around him. Avid wonders for a terrifying moment if Owen and Pyro had realized that they hadnât properly finished the job, if theyâd come back to yank the shake out and kill him the way they were originally intending to.
Instead, they see one of the last possible people theyâd expect to be out here, dropping down to hopefully not harass him or kick him while heâs already down on his luck. âCccaskââ He starts coughing violently before giving up on trying to finish whatever it was he had been trying to say.
His breathsâunneeded as they are for a vampireâare still fast and frantic, his chest heaving as he tries to calm himself down because, hey, hey, thereâs a person here, thereâs someone here and theyâre helping you and youâre not gonna bleed out slowly alone and afraid. His rationality doesnât help. It still hurts.
âShut upâŚtalking is only going to make things worse for you.â Casket states, their tone unwavering from that same lilt it always carries. This is brutalâŚand they canât do much else but damage control. No instead they grab the stake with one hand to keep it steady before the other hand grabs a wad of the gauze.
âIâm going to pull this out. try not to scream.â Itâs a warning, more than they would usually give Avid. At least they look remorsefulâŚor that could be pity, itâs hard to tell with them.
At least they count down from three- or no wait never mind⌠Casket just pulled it out on two. Grimacing as the blood flows freely from the wound before shoving the gauze against it with quite a bit of pressure, likely more than really necessary.
To his credit, Avid complies, snapping his mouth shut for once in his life. He was justâhe didnât know. He was afraid he was going to be trapped there in the dark bleeding out slowly. That apparently wasnât happening anymore, so heâsâŚreally thankful, thatâs all, even if itâs to Casket of all people.
Try not to scream? His eyes widen for a moment as he realizes a little too late what Casket is doing, and he only has a second to let it register in his head before the stake is yanked out of his chest.
Avid did not try hard enough. He screams anyway.
That hurts like hell. At least when it had went in, he didnât have too much time to prepare for the sensation. That second where he realized it was a bit too much time. He jerks his head back at the sensation and immediately hits it on the stone wall as Casket works on keeping him from bleeding everywhere.
âMan, âm reallyâŚgettinâ blood all over âis clothesâŚâ
They hitch, free hand moving to slam over his mouth the second the screaming starts before letting it fall back to his shoulder. Theyâre not the best at comforting someone but they hope being there helps.
Despite the pain theyâre putting him through.
Casket scoffs, they really wish they brought their mask. No instead the scent of blood is filling their senses. They shift, putting as much weight against his chest as they can. âWho did it.â
It isnât a question, theyâre going to find out one way or another. Itâs one thing for them to make fun of the other vampire, staking Avid though. For what.
âI want names, Avid. The second I so much as get this hells forsaken wound to stop bleeding.â Theyâre pissed, they havenât seen this level of brutality since they left home.
Avid lets out an only slightly pathetic whimper as the pressure is applied to his chest, but he doesnât say anything else. His vision is blurry and watery from tears, and now that the stake is out, everything hurts only slightly less, the ache still persists, and not all too kindly either. The back of their head hurts from where he banged it against the wall on his distress.
His fingers grip onto the nearest thing possible to steady himself. That happens to be the fabric of his cape, tattered and stained as it is, and if he had his claws, heâd probably have ripped more holes through it. As it is, the events of the past day have weakened him back to when heâd been first turned, and his fingers end in rounded nails.
The feeling of Casketâs fingers on his shoulder is a comfort that he twitches slightly into. Itâs better than nothing. He really would take anything at this point as he stares up past the other vampire into what remains of the cobblestone ceiling.
ââwen and Pyro,â he rasps out eventually. âTold me to help âm reset the pit trap after I died ât the lake beacon, and then theyâŚâ He breaks off into a coughing fit.
Yeah, youâve missed a lot. Thereâs a couple more graves than your own now.
Avid stumbles around aimlessly for a while before he finally finds himself at what is left of the walls of Oakhurst. The town is painfully dilapidated after what might very well be centuries since he was last here. Something sharp lances through his heart as he realizes how uncannily the ruin resembles the ones he had first found when heâd ran through the woods blindly, all the way back when he might very well have been one of the only humans to believe in vampires.
As he walks through the ruins, he can spot a few of the differences. The way certain houses were rebuilt with the touches of the people residing in them, where crops seemed to grow just a little better in carefully selected plots of soil. The pain where his heart wouldâve been only seems to ache deeper the more he looks around, trying to place those few fond memories he could bring himself to scrounge up from the depths of a mind that felt fragmented, one side all too much him and the other side not enough him.
The town looks too pristinely preserved in history for how much time he knows mustâve passed since heâŚsince heâŚ
The first graves he find are a little faded with the years, but theyâve clearly been kept up with.
Martyn and Ren.
They didnâtâŚmake it, did they?
Avidâs thoughts drift back to when he wasâŚwell, he wasnât ever really friends with either of them, but when they got on sort of alright. Martyn toying around with his newfound abilities to spin out fire, Ren ushering him inside as he had offered him silver for his front door.
Those two humans were probably some of the most outspoken against vampires after himself. It seems they died that way, too.
He sits at these graves for a long while. The sun slowly drifts overhead.
The citizens are going out, merchants trading all across the town with valuable itemsââââgold imported from other settlements, fresh fruit picked from the finest trees, and yet, there was not a single speck of silver in sight; despite Oakhurst having said to be rich in it.
Avid stepped through the pathways, the other new townies having left to stay at inns already. The residents are eyeing the stake on his vest warily, and he can see a mother moving her child away from him. Huh.
Someone walks up to Avid, their brow is raised as they look at his silver and vampire hunting tools. "Where did you get all that silver? It looks horrid on your complexion."
Avid looks down at himself a few times as he walks through the streets, trying to figure out why everyone and their mother seemed to be giving him dirty look. He didnât smell bad, did he? No way, he takes a bath literally every day. Do his clothes look that bad? He thought they looked fineâŚseriously, what did he do?
He brings a hand up to the back of his neck anxiously. Did he bleed through his bandages already? Is that why people are thrown off by him? His hand comes back dry and he canât smell any blood, at least, so it canât be that either. Whatâs the issue?
âOkayâIâI think silver works just fine with my complexion,â he says defensively, even though he doesnât actually know what that means, âand secondâplaces? I mean, caves are full of the stuff, thereâs actually a lot of it around here, too, Iâm more surprised itâs still in the caves and not mined out and sold around here or something.â
Seriously. He canât seem to find anyone selling silver tools in this town. Itâs weird, when it seems so rich in the ore.
"It makes you look pale. Awfully pale, like a vampire." The stranger says, rather bluntly. The person who they're talking to must be new in town, no one has silver around here. Even having a knock-off of it will get you odd looks.
They snicker at the second part, "No one sells any silver here. Horrid material, it's why you were getting such weird looks." they gesture around town to the people who were staring rudely at the pairingâseeing the weird looks, the stranger backs away as to not ruin their own reputation.
They eye the bandages around his neck, raising an eyebrow. "Why are you wearing so many bandages? The mosquitos and bugs around this area aren't too bad."
âLike aââ He cuts himself off with his own deeply offended spluttering. Him? A vampire? âI am not one of thoseâthose creatures of the night, excuse you!â Avid unwittingly continues to dig his own grave the more his spells, the vitriol in his voice evident enough as he starts to kind of wildly gesture, which also does not do anything great for his public image at the present moment. âAlso, Iâm not that pale, I tan really nicely, Iâll have you know!â
âAnd, okay, fine, whatâs so bad about silver? It doesnât look any more terrible than something like, I donât know, gold, for starters, and second, this stuff is great for warding off vampires.â
Yeah, okay, this guy hates vampires, if it wasnât already pretty obvious with the actual stake strapped to his chest.
For a few awkward moments, Avid doesnât say anything in response to the question. Heâhe obviously canât tell them, âoh, yeah, I was scratched by a vampire when I was a kid and I might slowly be turning into one,â thatâs stupid. âAnd those are forâfor protection!!â Nice one. He mentally pats himself on the back for that really well-thought out excuse.
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âIâŚused to,â he says momentarily, furrowing his brows. âBut, it justâit just tastes like ash, now. I think it does, itâs the vampirism that causes that, but I donât know ifâŚâ
He doesnât even know if heâs still a vampire. Thereâs something else in his body thatâs taking precedence over the vampirism, and itâs scaring him a lot more than the idea of drinking blood used to.
