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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
That can not be his only thought right now.
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.
ââahahaâŚthânksâŚthatâsâwhew, reallyâŚreally good.â
Casket hums, rolling their eyes and scrubbing the blood off his chin with their sleeve. Itâs an action done without thought, an action that has Casket themself freezing before they remove their hand from the situation and focus more on Avidâs wound. At least he isnât knocking on deathâs door.
âOf course it was good, idiot.â There it is, thereâs the attitude the pink haired vampire normally carries. Theyâre more comfortable knowing Avid isnât going to just keel over under their watch.
Thereâs not much left to say really, Casket instead studying the stake in their hold before picking at the splinters still trapped in Avidâs 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 vampireâs chosen.
So maybe Casket is more than a little upset at the situation. Maybe Casket would take this more personally in another life. But at the moment Avid not dying is their priority. And if he needs more blood then they still have a wrist thatâs bleeding sluggishly he could have.
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
That can not be his only thought right now.
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
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
That can not be his only thought right now.
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.
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.

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Casket was a florist back home, known for their rather macabre and unconventional flower usage. They did well, only to find themself pulled towards a small town in the middle of nowhere, the strange and the occult were things they werenât a stranger to so why not?
Casket was previously known by their family as Castiel, but was written out of the family once they decided to change their name and not follow the family legacy of being reporters. They opened up their flower shop before leaving for Oakhurst.