#almsp

Scott kept talking about how much his two lives would have hated each other, and suddenly, this was born.

Friendly reminder that the reason Angel Scott exists is because some higher being saw Vampire Scott running around being evil and dramatic and thought he had, and I quote, chutzpah. Love that for him.

Also, a little bit of a closer look at Angel Scott, since he's kinda hidden

It hurt. It hurt so very, very much, more than anything Gemini had ever felt before. Every muscle in her body was on fire, her heart ached with the pain and her chest heaved as she hid in her house and sobbed violently, head in hands, dehydrated from the tears.

But she wouldn't drink. She wouldn't eat or sleep. She just simply sat there, crying her poor heart out over the fact her best friend of twelve years was now supposed to be her enemy. When he had shown up, he looked so kind.

But Gemini knew better.

She knew what his people, what he, could do to her people, or to her. Even just thinking about it made her sob even harder than she already was. She had to run out of tears eventually, right? Surely, even when they dried up on her face and the puddle on the floor faded, surely then she'd be done with them, right? They were supposed to hate each other. They had to hate each other, it was illegal for them not to.

It hurt. It hurt so very, very much, more than anything fWhip had ever felt before. Every muscle in his body was on fire, his heart ached with the pain and his fists were punched bloody red and raw on the walls of his mansion, which he had not left.

But he couldn't leave. He couldn't walk or talk. He just simply stood there, battering his poor knuckles against the walls and raging that his best friend of twelve years was now supposed to be his enemy. When he had shown up, she looked so worried.

And fWhip knew better.