TW: misgendering, deadnaming, physical abuse, domestic abuse, implied sexual abuse, violence, blood, gore (?), character death
Pyro had just wanted to go hunting, return to the children at the castle, and wait for Owen to return from his prowling. Just like any other day.
Instead he was face to face with the dead. Or someone who should've been dead. Really, truly dead, not Pyro's own state of undeath.
But there Czeslaw was, completely and utterly alive. And angry.
Pyro was frozen, back against a tree, staring at the other with wide eyes. "You- I killed you!" They thought it'd come out in a yell, but it was more of a squeaky breath, terror gripping their lungs.
"Oh, you sure tried," Czeslaw snarls, stalking towards Pyro. "What the fuck were you thinking? That you could get away and be a man in some nowhere town?"
He grabs Pyro's wrist in one hand, tugging them towards him and grabbing their face with the other. Pyro doesn't fight, only whimpering as icy fear still grips his bones.
"Stealing my clothes and the children, disgusting. And what the hell even happened to you?" His gaze bears down into their black and red one and his grip goes to his white hair, wrinkling his nose.
Pyro opened his mouth but nothing came out, they just stand there in Czeslaw's grip stupidly.
"I asked a question, wife," he growls, tugging at the hair until Pyro whined in pain.
"Vampire," he squeaks. "I-I'm a vampire!" The words coming from their own mouth seemed to remind them exactly what he was and he puts his hands on Czeslaw's chest, shoving.
Czeslaw is shocked by the strength Pyro pushes him with, letting go of them as he stumbled back and onto the ground. He stares at Pyro for a moment and Pyro feels himself bare his fangs before thinking about the action.
Czeslaw's eyes widen then promptly harden as he gets off the ground. "So, you think you're tough now, hm? Oh, I'm going to show you, cunt."
Pyro's moment of confidence flickers out like a candle flame as Czeslaw slams them into the tree, this time bracing himself for Pyro's fight. And though Pyro was overall stronger now, there was a reason he was hunting and he had yet to be successful.
"You're going to learn once and for all to know your fucking place, Jackie," Czeslaw growls and Pyro flinches at the name and how the other leaned into it as if to mock him with it.
Czeslaw grins at the reaction before smacking Pyro hard across the face. It didn't hurt as much as it would have before vampirism but it was still a shock and he instantly tried to make himself seem smaller. It didn't work because Czeslaw kept hitting him until he was on the ground.
"You're going to learn your lesson and then we're going back home where I'll properly punish you."
Pyro shivered, knowing exactly what that meant, but it was cut off by a gasping cry as Czeslaw kicked them in the side. Once, twice, three times. Pyro was getting weaker by the second, he'd be dropping a level any moment now.
"All you had to do was be a good wife, Jackie. Everything would have been perfectly fine if you just accepted your place as a woman instead of holding out for these fucked up delusions of yours. I wouldn't have to be punishing you, if you just stopped playing pretend." He ended each sentence with a kick, each one getting harsher until Pyro was curled in on himself, crying.
"Please-" Pyro chokes and is met with another kick.
Czeslaw tsks, grabbing Pyro by the hair again. "Did you forget this is how it goes? This is what happens when you misbehave, Jackie. It's what you deserve-"
Suddenly Czeslaw is ripped away from Pyro. Pyro stares in shock as the other is yanked away by a newcomer.
Owen.
Despite being much smaller than Czeslaw, Owen easily brings the man down with his unnatural strength. Face twisted into rage, a growl rumbling in his chest, he pounced onto Czeslaw beginning to rapidly slash at the man's chest, neck, and face.
Pyro watched, tucked against the tree. A sick sense of glee filled in his chest as he watches Owen tear into Czeslaw. Part of him was horrified by the brutality, blood spraying everywhere and Czeslaw choked screams echoing, but he was also overwhelming relieved.
But he couldn't watch anymore when Owen's claws dug deep into Czeslaw's throat, cutting off the screaming for good. They squeezed their eyes shut when they heard a fleshy rip and didn't need to guess what it was.
He heard Owen panting heavily and then a quiet whisper. "His name is Pyro."
Pyro glances over again when he hears the shuffle of Owen getting off the limp body and coming over to Pyro.
Despite being absolutely splattered in blood, he was beautiful as he crouched down in front of Pyro and gently cupped his face.
"Are you okay?" Owen asks in a breath.
"I-" Pyro swallows and shakes his head beginning to cry again, falling into Owen frame.
Owen moves his hands, wrapping his arms around Pyro's waist, holding them securely as they cried into the crook of his neck.
He rubs Pyro's back lightly. "He can't hurt you or the kids anymore. You're safe now."
Pyro cried harder.
(I was getting so mad writing Czeslaw be a horrible abusive transphobe so I took a little too much joy in Owen massacring him)
AHHHHH!!!!!! i cant tell you how thrilled i was to read this omg im soooo happy that dgamau inspired you enough to write about it!!!!! im like over the moon right now kyaaa THANK YOU SO MUCH <333
YOU GOT DGAMAU PYROS VIBE SO WELL!!!! its so important to me that he physically could fight off czeslaw and he knows it but mentally when hes put into such a position he immediately regresses back into his housewife headspace.
PROTECTIVE OWENNN <33333 hands off his fledgeling!!! two dads remain......
