Wind Around the Willow - Chapter 3
Chapter 3 is now out!! I love writing this silly little fic, it's so fun. I hope you guy's enjoy the new chapter, and, as always, here's a sneak peak!
Ā Ā Itās weird to wake up in the ruins of what used to be the centerplace of his coven. The reveal of the core four vampires mustāve been recent, because none of them are bothering to hide their inhumanity from Legundo. Scottās actually pretty sure he saw Owen rip into a raw steak in the middle of one of Legundoās rants about healthy lifestyles, and the exhausted sigh Scott had watchedĀ visualizeĀ in the man had to have been the funniest thing his entire waking stay thus far. Ā Ā There was one very, very,Ā veryĀ awkward moment where Shelby had brought him a bottle of blood, and Scott had to grimace and politely decline her offer. Ā Ā Thatās how Scott ended up where he is now, sitting stiffly at the uncovered dining table with theĀ entireĀ covenāyes, Cleo and Apo both sitting appalled as they stare at himāand Legundo tensely passing him a baked potato. Ā Ā āYouāre Scott,ā Cleo drawls slowly, eyes following his movements as he takes a slow bite of the bland meal, āAnd youāre from the future. And you, with blood readily available, are eating a baked potato.ā Ā Ā All he can really bring himself to do is nod silently, slowly eating more of the food heās been given. Ā Ā Cleo just mumbles the word ārightā to herself a few times, anxiously leaning back in her chair and glaring up at the sky like itās the reason Scott is here right now. It makes him miss his Cleo a little. Sheās a lot more fun to hang around in his time, even if he mourns the version of her that heād lost when she died. At least sheās still theĀ sameĀ Cleo compared to the other reincarnations, just with some memory loss and dead skin. Ā Ā āAnd nobody else is shocked becauseā¦?ā She asks, turning to pointedly stare at the rest of the coven. Scottās younger self sends a biting glare in his direction for a brief second. Ā Ā āLegundo discovered he was human before he had even woken up.ā He tells her curtly, rolling his eyes and scoffing under his breath before he takes a swig of his blood bottle like itās whiskey. Huh. Scott kind of wishes he had some right now, maybe the stuff heād drink with Gem and Impulse during Secret Life off times.
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