Some kind of writer of fanfic...

There was something in the ruins. Something that was meant for him.

The ruins were ancient and silent. No night insects chirped or trilled, and the air was so still it was almost like the wind itself didn't want to be near there. Legundo stilled the trained habit of the rise and fall of his chest, moving in pure silence as he passed the first of the dilapidated doorways.

He was stood in the remnants of what would have once been a glorious banquet hall. There was even signs of an ancient table in the centre of the remaining foundations. Legundo did not notice any of it. His gaze was locked on the rich crimson light at the far side of the room. And the lithe silhouette poised beside it.

He let out a slow breath as he watched Scott turn towards him.

"Oh," the noble muttered. "Isn't this a surprise?"

Legundo only just stopped himself from growling.

"Scott," he acknowledged flatly.

"Doctor," Scott drawled, a sadistic grin curling his lips and revealing his long fangs.

Legs did not approach, but nor did he retreat. He could sense the power thrumming from the Beacon as Scott cocked a hip to lazily lean against the glass.

"I suppose this complicates things for you," Scott said. Legundo hummed noncommittally. It wouldn't complicate things, if it weren't for the fact that, that very morning, Abolish had reported that an magical barrier surrounded the immediate area, preventing them all from leaving.

It was concerning enough that he was trapped, even worse to learn he was trapped with another vampire. And that it happened to be Scott Goldsmith of all people was the worst of all.

But he knew nothing would bring Scott more pleasure than knowing just how displeased Legundo was by the situation, so he stayed quiet. Scott tapped his fingers idly on the glass surface of the Beacon, and Legundo noted the way the light within sparked and flickered with the motion. It had to be the thing he sensed, drawing him towards it. He had felt sickened when Avid and the others had crouched around the Beacon in town and it had flared with golden light, so he had thought the Beacons to be purely holy things. But the one here, in what he had to assume were the ruins of a castle, was very much unholy. Legundo wanted to be closer to it. He wasn't going to get any closer to Scott, though.

"This doesn't change anything, Goldsmith," Legundo said flatly, keeping his shoulders squared.

"Really?" Scott asked with a laugh. "You don't want to come play happy family with us, then? I have a lot of work to do, to rebuild my coven, and you would be such a lovely addition to it."

"Us?" Legundo asked. Scott took a slow step forward, and Legundo was finally able to make out the way his eyes flashed crimson.

(He had felt something the night before. A tug at his consciousness that tried to tell him he wasn't alone. He had ignored it, thought it paranoia, a strange response to the awful energy of the Beacon's light).

"Who did you turn?" Legs' voice dropped to a dark growl. Scott had the audacity to laugh at him.

"What does it matter to you, Doctor?" he said, sauntering lazily towards him. "You don't even believe in vampires. You're a man of science, after all."

He drew to a halt directly in front of Legundo. The heeled boots he was wearing still only just brought the top of his head to Legs' eye level, and yet he seemed utterly unfazed by it. Scott grinned at him.

"I am impressed," Scott continued. "You actually had me convinced for a moment there. You're quite the skilled con-man. What else about you is a lie?"

A growl rumbled through Legundo's chest.

"I won't play your games," he snarled. Scott just smiled wider, bringing up a clawed hand to gently stroke Legundo's cheek.

"Oh Doctor," he said, voice sickeningly sweet, "I think you'll find that you already are."

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