#devoremevsmpfic

The moment Ann’s fangs sank into Pyro’s neck, the relief was immediate. Unable to help herself, Ann gripped the male tighter, eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy. Pyro struggled, flailing his arms in an attempt to get out. Ann ripped her teeth from his neck, having taken her fill. “The more you struggle..” She began, pushing him toward Owen. “The more it hurts.” Owen took the other side of his neck, satisfying his hunger. “V—Vampire!” Pyro cried out, wincing as Owen threw him toward Scott. The elder vampire didn’t move a muscle, grinning wickedly as Pyro gathered his bearings.

“You can have whatever’s left of him.” Owen said, wiping his mouth. “Unless you need our help.” Ann grinned, licking her lips clean of the crimson.  Scott chased after Pyro, sinking his claws into him again and again. The male was screaming, though nobody would hear him for miles. Scott had managed to grab ahold of the injured male and sunk his fangs deep into his neck. Ann and Owen stood idly by, watching the scene go down. Ann inhaled sharply as she felt Pyro join them in the ranks of vampirism. One down..twelve more to go. Owen and Ann swam across the lake, joining Pyro and Scott on the other side.

“Brought you lot all the way out here, and I didn’t even get anything.” Owen grumbled, standing off to the side but still included in the group of four. “I know.” Scott smiled, amused with the situation but a little annoyed at the turnout. “Well, welcome to the vampiric life, Pyro.” Ann welcomed him, smiling widely. “You’re a vampire? All three of you are vampires?” Pyro looked between the trio of nightwalkers. “I walked into the woods with the only three vampires?” he was frustrated with himself, throwing a small fit. “Well, to be fair, I didn’t know these two were vampires.” Owen pointed at Ann and Scott. “Yeah, I thought I was getting a three for one meal..”

Scott sighed. “Okay, I wasn’t planning on killing anybody when I walked out here with you three, because the chances of someone getting away were too high.” Ann said quickly, looking at the other two vampires. “So if you two really thought you could possibly get away with killing three presumed humans, without knowing their stats, then you are far cockier than I first perceived.” She pointed out the flaws in their plan, raising a brow. “You know what..” Owen scoffed, turning away. Admittedly, it was a little bit of a rushed plan. “I don’t know if it was called Oakhurst back then.. But a long, long time ago I was kinda unbeatable and just had people bring me food and it was great.”

Scott explained, his eyes slowly bleeding crimson. “But then the humans I guess got kinda mad at that, so then they put me down for a really long nap.” Ann hummed. “I remember hearing about that a few centuries ago. My Big Brother told me the fable.” Pyro looked at her, intrigued. “Your elder brother was a vampire?” he questioned. “Oh yeah! He’s the one who actually gave me this gift.” She smiled, spinning. “So you see it as a gift too, then.” Owen asked her. “Why wouldn’t I?” She wondered.

“I’m immortal, I can never get sick. My skin looks amazing for my age.” As Ann listed off the perks, she could see Scott staring at her with—was that pride or approval? “Being a vampire doesn’t sound so bad.” Pyro observed, thinking. “No, it really isn’t.” Scott nodded his head. “It’s a gift, truly.” Owen agreed. “You’ve just got to accept it.” Ann told the new fledgling. She looked up at Scott, noticing his eyes were now a full red crimson. “O–Oh, scott..” She pointed out. “Yeah?” He asked her. “Your eyes.” She explained. “What about them?”

Owen then stepped up. “Look at your refle—” He paused for a moment, realizing his mistake, then started up again as if nothing had happened. “I don’t think you’ll be able to blend in as easily anymore.” Scott realized what they were trying to tell him, and groaned in annoyance. “Have they gone red again?” He inquired, earning nods of approval from the group. “Yeah. They’re gorgeous, don’t get me wrong, but they are red.” Ann smiled at him. “Thank you.” Scott looked at her, his ego inflated just a bit. It seems flattery really does get you places with the right people. Ann thought, stuffing that notion away for later.

“Anyway, I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep for.” Scott pursed his lips. “At least a few centuries.” Ann provided. “I remember when I was a little girl there were fables of a dark creature buried in the crypt of the old manor house on the hill.” She explained, feeling an odd sense of nostalgia. “Oh. Well, that’s helpful, I suppose.” The silver popped off his body, burning through his clothing. “Oh, there goes the silver.” The female muttered. “S–So all the stories are true then?” Pyro asked, changing the subject. “Oh, 100%.” Owen immediately said, nodding his head.

“Yeah, yeah Avid was 100% right.” Ann joined in, walking off briefly to slay a nearby pig. “The massacres— Oh!” Ann looked at the brunette vampire, curious about the massacres. I still need to figure out who slaughtered the town that night.. She thought, glancing at the red tinted sky. “200 years ago I massacred the town and burnt it to ash and rubble.” Owen admitted, no remorse whatsoever. “All of Abolish’ relatives, everyone..that was you?” Pyro asked, taking a step back.

“Yeah.” Ann raised a brow. “That’s…really impressive, actually.” She complimented. Owen looked at her, brow raised. “Is it?” He inquired. “Yeah. I mean, that had to be hundreds of people, and you felled them all? Bare handed?” Owen nodded, answering her questions. “Yeah, I’d say that was impressive.” Humming, Owen left the topic at that. “Abolish came back to pay his respects to his dead relatives.” Pyro elaborated. “I thought he was some butler working for some high–end manor?”

Ann questioned, suspicious. “I mean, yeah. He is. But he was taken in by the head butler or something of that mansion and was raised by him, I think.” Scott looked bored by the conversation, sighing as he inspected his outfit for dust or tears. “Did the silver not ruin your outfit?” Ann asked, walking over to the male to inspect his outfit. “No, not really. The tailor who made this was really talented.” The blue haired man boasted, showing off. “He’s long dead, so I can’t put you in touch with him, really.” The female deflated. “Aw man..” She pouted, stepping back. “Yeah..”

“Being a vampire feels great.” Pyro changed the subject once again, looking around. “I mean, yeah. That’s it now. Welcome to the living dead, there’s no cure.” Ann nodded her head. “Yup. No going back, so it’s best to accept it for what it is.” She told him, tossing some raw meat she had. “Oh..” The male grimaced. “No need to be shy.” She laughed. “That and blood is all you can stomach now.” Pyro frowned, tossing out the human food he carried. “Really? I can’t eat potatoes or anything?”

Owen shook his head. “I mean, you can try.” He chuckled. Pyro did indeed try, and gagged at the taste. “Gross, gross.” He groaned, retching into the lake. “Eww..” Ann stepped away, shielding her face. “Feeling a bit queasy there, Ann?” Owen teased her, making Scott chuckle. “Shut up..” The female muttered. “I have a weak stomach when it comes to other people vomiting.” She explained, breathing deeply. “Oh, I can still smell it!” She whined, running further away. “Sorry!” Pyro called after her, feeling bad. “She’ll get over it.” Scott dismissed his concerns. “Screw you too!”

The ravenette woman shouted, gutting a sheep and feeding to try and rid herself of the nauseous feeling. With her stomach strengthened, Ann walked back to the trio of men. “You alright now?” She nodded at the male’s question. “Yeah. I just had some sheep and, y’know..” She trailed off, licking the blood off her fingers. “Seems it was pretty tasty.” Pyro pointed out. “Indeed.” The female grinned, teeth glinting in the moonlight. “Human blood is better though.” She sighed, reminiscing. “Speaking off, did I at least taste good?”

Scott, Owen, and Ann all nodded. “All humans taste good to a vampire.” Scott replied. “Well, there are some that taste better than others.” Ann corrected him. “But for the most part, they all taste the same. At least to me.” Owen chimed in, shrugging. “But speaking of vampirism…” Ann swiftly cut to a different subject. “There are many perks to it.” She grinned. “Oh, yeah.” Scott nodded. “You can turn into a bat, for instance.” To demonstrate, Ann transformed quickly and did a quick fly around Pyro’s head, staying just out of his reach.

The other bats that had emerged from her change flew around and up into the sky, taking off. The female transformed back into her human form, floating to the ground. “Just concentrate your will onto being a bat and then..” Owen explained, struggling to find the words. “It’s really easy.” Ann offered, smiling encouragingly. “Is it..is it this?” Pyro concentrated for a moment, before gasping in surprise as he transformed into a flurry of wings and bats.

“There you go!” The brunette vampire praised, reminding Ann of her elder brother whenever he was proud of her. Big Brother..would you be proud of me now? She thought, staring at the moon. I’m trying to do what you told me. I’m trying to be a good sire..even if I didn’t sire this one. She stared at Pyro’s bat form, watching as it flew around. I promise, I’ll find your fledgling and I’ll look after them. I swear it. She closed her eyes, distantly recalling his voice the last time he’d spoken to her. “Ann?” Scott’s voice snapped the girl out of her reverie. “Hm? Sorry, I wasn’t listening.”

She apologized, feeling a little bad. “We were just going to start heading back.” Scott told her, the other two were already a few paces ahead. “Oh, right.” Ann grimaced as the sun started rising above the horizon, hissing slightly as her skin began to blister and bubble. “Ouch..” She muttered, ducking under the cover of the trees. “Yeah..that’s a bit annoying.” Owen glared spitefully at the sun, hiding beneath a tree as well. “I think we should all come from different directions so as not to arouse suspicions.”

He explained, walking along the pathway. The female hummed. “But wouldn’t it seem weird if we all came back looking like we split up in the middle of the night?” She inquired. “After all, there are monsters about.” To prove her point, a zombie came out of nowhere and started slowly charging toward the group. “Yeah..I guess you have a point.” Scott admitted. “I guess if one of us went back with a buddy, we could say we lost the other two sometime in the night?” Owen suggested, stopping in the middle of the forest. “Yeah, that could work.” Ann agreed.

“So who's buddying up?” Pyro questioned. “I could.” Ann offered, shrugging. “Who do you want to buddy up with?” Ann hummed. “I honestly don’t care.” She admitted, leaning against a nearby tree. “I could go with Owen?” She suggested, looking at the brunette for his opinion. “I don’t mind it.” He said, nodding his head. “Okay then. We’ll see you two back at town?” Ann looked at Pyro and Scott, who nodded. “See you then.” Bidding each other goodbye, the group of vampires split off in different directions, each making their way back to town.

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Walking out of the woods, Ann and Owen were greeted by Ren, who came jogging up to them. “Hello!” Ann chirped, smiling at him. “Top of the day to ya, how goes it?” Ren questioned. “Good, good. We just got back from getting lumber.” Owen showcased some of the wood he’d gathered, looking off at the woods. “Yes, lots of that will be needed in the rebuilding of this town, I feel.” Ann looked at the town of Oakhurst, scrunching her nose. I’ll set it all ablaze again. She swore silently. I promise, Big Brother. After some more small talk, Ren left to venture into the woods, leaving Owen and Ann on the edge of town.

The pair of them walked inside, seeing a gathering of people in the center. “Was today the house judging contest?” She questioned, standing near the edge of the group beside Shubble. “Yeah, Avid’s been reminding everyone all day.” She replied, looking at the eccentric man. “Oh. I mean, at least the outside of my house is done.” Ann shrugged. “Did you forget to decorate the inside?” Shelby asked, making conversation. “Kinda. I got busy adventuring outside of town and gathering materials, so I forgot to decorate the inside.” She chuckled. “I don’t think the inside’s being judged, just the outside.”

The redhead assured the ravenette, smiling. “Oh, that's good.” Ann laughed lightly. “Boosting Morale and spreading Vampire awareness through our house judging contest.” Ann groaned. “If you don’t shut up about this vampire business, Avid, I’m going to throttle you.” She narrowed her eyes, her annoyance growing with each second. “Hey, hey!” Avid frowned, creeping away from Ann. “If this is supposed to be “boosting morale” I don’t think it’ll be very effective if you keep going on and on about vampirism.” She explained, her tone dead.

“W–well..” Avid looked away, embarrassed. The others in town couldn’t help but agree with her, nodding along. “It does kinda ruin morale.” Shelby frowned. “Ye scaring the townfolk with all this vampire nonsense.” Ren scolded Avid, who shrunk away from him in shame. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, alright? I just came from something REALLY TRAUMATIC and I just want everyone to be safe!” Ann rolled her eyes. So did half the town, You’re not special.

Was she perhaps being a little harsh on the man? Maybe. But in her defense, he annoyed her to no end. “A werewolf would take that down in two seconds though.” Intrigued by Shelby’s comment, Ann turned to her. “Oh?” She prompted the girl for more information. “Yeah, my dad was killed by a werewolf.” Shelby casually trauma dumped on the older woman, stunning her for a minute. “You seem…I’m not sure, healed? In a way?” Shelby shrugged. “It happened when I was a kid, so it was like a long, long time ago.” Ann nodded like that explained everything.

“Ah, makes sense.” No, it really doesn’t make sense. How long has it been since I was a girl? I can hardly recall any memories of my childhood.. Absentmindedly, Ann followed the group as they toured each house, barely batting an eye when a flurry of bats appeared out of nowhere outside of Drift’s house. My memories of that time are so..foggy. She frowned. I can hardly remember anything from before Big brother found me and took me in. The more Ann tried to recall her past, the more it seemed to slip away from her mind. And before she knew it, the group was at Shelby’s house, where the female was attempting to fix her roof.

Looking up, the ravenette winced visibly upon seeing the…tasteful roof Shelby and Scott had going on. At least I employed Sausage to make my roof. “So, so now that we have everyone here, would you like to explain, Scott, why you ventured out at night with I think it was Owen, Pyro, and Ann?” Avid interrogated the male, who stood on the roof of his house as he and Shelby rapidly tried to make it more presentable. “We went to look for things? The same way Legs, Apo, Pyro, and Abolish did the first night.” I swear, if Avid accuses Scott of being a Vampire again, I’m going to gut him.

Ann glared at the pesky human, feeling the gnawing of her stomach. Shit, I need to eat. She frowned. “Really?” Avid deadpanned. “I thought it’d be safer to go with a group.” Scott defended himself, and he was valid in his points. “It’s definitely safer to go out at night with a group of people rather than one or two.” The ravenette female spoke up, climbing onto Shelby’s roof to assist in fixing it up. I can see what she’s going for, so I could help I suppose. “Wait, Ann, you know how to make roofs?” Sausage questioned. “Why did you ask me to do yours then?”

The vampiress turned to stare down at the carpenter/author. “I never said I could make a pretty roof. Ugly ones—no offense, Shelby and Scott—I can do no problem.” Scott chuckled while Shelby sighed. “Yeah, it is pretty ugly.” She giggled. “But it’s yours! So it doesn’t matter.” Ann encouraged the other female, smiling at her. “Yeah, I guess you're right.” She hummed. “But it’s dangerous at night!” Avid protested. “This coming from the guy who wants to burn daylight hours on a stupid house judging contest that makes it so we have to venture out at night.” Martyn rolled his eyes, fed up.

“The sun’s about the set, Avid.” Ann pointed out. “Now we have no choice BUT to go out at night.” She growled, hungry and frustrated. It seemed Owen recognized the signs, because he tossed her some raw meat discreetly so none of the humans could see it. “Thanks.” Ann whispered, quickly scarfing the food down and sighing as the hunger in her stomach subsided for now. “No problem.” The brunette male went back to lurking near the edge of the group of people, observing.

Ann jumped down from Shelby’s roof, landing on the floor with a grunt. “Alright I’m sorry! It’s a one out of five, moving on!” Avid quickly scurried off, seeing as the townspeople were getting upset with him. “At least he has the good sense to run when there's danger lurking about.” Ann grumbled, reluctant to follow. “This is stupid, I didn’t want to win this stupid contest anyway.” Shelby rolled her eyes, hurt by the low score her house got. “I think he’s a little biased.” Ann assured her. “Biased?” The ravenette glanced up at Scott. Shelby followed her eyes and her face changed to one of realization. “Ohh..”

The older female nodded her head. “What is this?” Avid came running back over, staring at the candles Shelby had lit by the crypt. “Candles, obviously.” Ann rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I just lit those.” Shelby walked to the other side and lit another small cluster of candles. “You know what, yeah. This really sets a nice vibe.” Drift smiled. “Thank you!” Shelby giggled, happy. Owen put one of the candles out. “Awhh..” Shelby frowned. “Oh, sorry. I thought it was a glitch.” The male apologized to her. “No, it’s fine. Only my house will have nice smelling candles!” The female put the other candles out, running back into her house.

“I didn’t mean to!” Owen called after her, trying to reconcile to keep his human guise up. “Don’t worry about it.” Ann assured the male. “She’s not actually bothered by it.” Owen turned to look at the vampiress. “You sure? She looks a little dejected.” He commented, looking back at the female who rummaged around in her house. “I’m sure. C’mon, we’ve got to catch up to the group or we might be accused of murder next.” The brunette male laughed, nodding. “Right behind you.”

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The moon had risen red once again, perturbing the townspeople. “Red again, huh?” Ann muttered, staring up at the crimson sky. “You know, legend has it that the blood of the town tints the sky red each night.” Owen explained, suddenly appearing beside her out of nowhere. “Is that how the tale goes now?” Ann inquired, turning to look at the brunette. “Is that not how it went when you were a child?” He asked her. “No, not really.” She replied. “How did it go, then?”

Ann hummed. “Well, for starters, the sky wasn’t red every night.” She quipped, earning herself a chuckle from the other male. “But the tale was that the vengeful spirit of a wronged soul was so angry, his rage bled into the sky once every night on the new moon.” The ravenette revealed. “That’s quite interesting.” Owen commented, nodding his head. “It’s nothing but a fable to scare the children at night and make them behave.” Ann told him. “Is that what you were told as a child?” He asked her. “Yes. My elder brother would tell it to me at night if I’d misbehaved that day.”

She laughed lightly. “Scared me into behaving, so I suppose it worked well.” Owen cracked a smile. “You speak fondly of this brother of yours.” He remarked. Ann’s smile faltered. “He was the best elder brother a girl could ask for.” She said, voice thick with grief. “If I may, what happened to him?” Ann inhaled sharply. “He was murdered..” She whispered quietly. Owen frowned, feeling sympathetic for the girl. “My deepest apologies.” he expressed his sorrow for her, voice heavy with something Ann couldn’t exactly place. The girl smiled wryly. “Thank you.”