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Avid and Czeslaw's first meeting is...not a great first impression.
CW: Very gory body horror description of a chest wound and drowning victim.
"Ayyy welcome to the club!"
A freezing cold arm slung itself around Avid's shoulders as he was wrenched awake with a gasp.
"W-what? Where am I?" He turned his head and came face to face with a grotesque smirk. Sopping wet hair dripped rivulets of water into bulging, milky-white eyes. The chill of river water seeped through his borrowed clothing, mingling with his own cold sweat and trailing down his spine in an involuntary shiver.
He flung himself backwards, away from the disgusting creature as he scrambled for distance. Dark chuckles echoed off the claustrophobic stone walls of the hole, the grave Avid belatedly realized, too small, too closeT. he sound slithered into his ears with a wet gurgle choking off the end as he got a good lookat the thing.
Pale, blue tinted skin, stretched thin over bones, stood as a stark backdrop against a web of blackened veins. A thin dribble of pinkish-red foam leaked from the corner of puffed blue lips stretched grotesquely into a mean grin. It's milky white eyes didn't seem to look at anything in particular, and yet still seemed to pierce through Avid in a way that made him flinch back.
It's clothes were drenched, shedding water onto the stone floor in a puddle that crept outwards with a hungry purpose, stretching towards Avid's feet greedily. He stumbled back another step. It's hands, thrown out to his sides in a mockingly grandiose welcome, were gnarled and pruned into deep whorls, nailbeds still packed with dark river silt standing out against the bleach-white fingernails.
"Where else do you think?" The monster, for what else could it be, stepped forward with a wet squelch, water squeezing from its shoes. "The afterlife of course!" Another step. "Can't believe the little rat actually had it in him."
"The afterlife?" Avid's voice cracked. He backed up until the stone wall bit into his shoulders and pain flared through his chest, radiating outward in sharp pulses. He looked down and his vampiric pallor went even whiter.
The wooden stake jutted out from his chest, crudely carved from one of the fallen branches in the dead woods. Blood had dried around the wound in a dark, sticky halo, dead heart sluggishly oozing secondhand blood that was dark as ink. He could feel every inch of the wood inside him, a splintered pressure that exploded in a thousand spikes of pain with every panicked breath.
"Yep." The creature closed the distance and clapped one of those gnarled hands onto his back with a careless force. The contact sent a fresh wave of that bone-deep cold radiating through him and Avid gagged as he felt something in his chest grind against the stake. "Real cozy isn't it? Better get used to it soon, 'cause you're stuck here."
"I'm WHAT?" he shrieked, shoving himself away and stumbling. He looked around desperately for an exit, stepping backwards and feeling the disorienting sensation of walking through something. He looked down and saw his own body, saw his foot calf-deep inside of the bloodied chest cavity, felt the undead chill through his bones.
His voice climbed into something ragged, the words blurring together. His chest heaved and the sound of his own panic filled the chamber, loud and thin and echoing.
The word was soft, barely audible beneath Avid's spiraling, but it cut through nonetheless.
The drowned creature's grin grew impossibly wider. "Ah, well. Look who decided to join the party."
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