Casket

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 that’s saved for another day as they reach into their bag for some bandages.

“Avid…”

They mutter kneeling next to him, uncaring of the blood seeping into their pants.

- ⚰️ ( 🔔 )

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 hadn’t properly finished the job, if they’d 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 they’d expect to be out here, dropping down to hopefully not harass him or kick him while he’s already down on his luck. “Cccask—” He starts coughing violently before giving up on trying to finish whatever it was he had been trying to say.

“I’m going to pull this out. try not to scream.” It’s a warning, more than they would usually give Avid. At least they look remorseful…or that could be pity, it’s hard to tell with them.

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 didn’t 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.

“Man, ‘m really…gettin’ blood all over ‘is clothes…”

Despite the pain they’re 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. “Who did it.”

It isn’t a question, they’re going to find out one way or another. It’s one thing for them to make fun of the other vampire, staking Avid though. For what.

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, he’d probably have ripped more holes through it. As it is, the events of the past day have weakened him back to when he’d been first turned, and his fingers end in rounded nails.

The feeling of Casket’s fingers on his shoulder is a comfort that he twitches slightly into. It’s 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.

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 however…

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 Avid…

They made fun of him, called him names and toyed with him, and now they’re cradling him to try and ease the pressure on his lungs. Pressing their bleeding wrist to Avid’s lips to get him to drink so he can heal faster.

In a better state, he probably would’ve rejected. For all his excitement about killing the townspeople, he didn’t know how he would feel about actually sinking his fangs into them, draining them of their blood. He especially didn’t know how he would feel about drinking from another vampire—you know, the guys on his side.

…or 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 another’s, lapping at the wounds ravenously as he tries to restore himself to not his full health but something that wasn’t 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 doesn’t look like anything special.

“Of course it was good, idiot.” There it is, there’s the attitude the pink haired vampire normally carries. They’re more comfortable knowing Avid isn’t going to just keel over under their watch.

There’s not much left to say really, Casket instead studying the stake in their hold before picking at the splinters still trapped in Avid’s clothes. It takes a certain type of person to be willing to kill another one of your own. A certain type of vampire to try and kill an elder vampire’s chosen.

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 that’s saved for another day as they reach into their bag for some bandages.

“Avid…”

They mutter kneeling next to him, uncaring of the blood seeping into their pants.

- ⚰️ ( 🔔 )

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 hadn’t properly finished the job, if they’d 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 they’d expect to be out here, dropping down to hopefully not harass him or kick him while he’s already down on his luck. “Cccask—” He starts coughing violently before giving up on trying to finish whatever it was he had been trying to say.

“I’m going to pull this out. try not to scream.” It’s a warning, more than they would usually give Avid. At least they look remorseful…or that could be pity, it’s hard to tell with them.

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 didn’t 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.

“Man, ‘m really…gettin’ blood all over ‘is clothes…”

Despite the pain they’re 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. “Who did it.”

It isn’t a question, they’re going to find out one way or another. It’s one thing for them to make fun of the other vampire, staking Avid though. For what.

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, he’d probably have ripped more holes through it. As it is, the events of the past day have weakened him back to when he’d been first turned, and his fingers end in rounded nails.

The feeling of Casket’s fingers on his shoulder is a comfort that he twitches slightly into. It’s 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.

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 however…

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 Avid…

They made fun of him, called him names and toyed with him, and now they’re cradling him to try and ease the pressure on his lungs. Pressing their bleeding wrist to Avid’s lips to get him to drink so he can heal faster.

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 that’s saved for another day as they reach into their bag for some bandages.

“Avid…”

They mutter kneeling next to him, uncaring of the blood seeping into their pants.

- ⚰️ ( 🔔 )

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 hadn’t properly finished the job, if they’d 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 they’d expect to be out here, dropping down to hopefully not harass him or kick him while he’s already down on his luck. “Cccask—” He starts coughing violently before giving up on trying to finish whatever it was he had been trying to say.

“I’m going to pull this out. try not to scream.” It’s a warning, more than they would usually give Avid. At least they look remorseful…or that could be pity, it’s hard to tell with them.

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 didn’t 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.

“Man, ‘m really…gettin’ blood all over ‘is clothes…”

Despite the pain they’re 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. “Who did it.”

It isn’t a question, they’re going to find out one way or another. It’s one thing for them to make fun of the other vampire, staking Avid though. For what.

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 that’s saved for another day as they reach into their bag for some bandages.

“Avid…”

They mutter kneeling next to him, uncaring of the blood seeping into their pants.

- ⚰️ ( 🔔 )

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 hadn’t properly finished the job, if they’d 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 they’d expect to be out here, dropping down to hopefully not harass him or kick him while he’s already down on his luck. “Cccask—” He starts coughing violently before giving up on trying to finish whatever it was he had been trying to say.

“I’m going to pull this out. try not to scream.” It’s a warning, more than they would usually give Avid. At least they look remorseful…or that could be pity, it’s hard to tell with them.