Legundos #3 fan (don't look that up please just trust me)

And this comes with at least three variants

Owen was perching on top of a tree.

Naturally.

He gazed out over the forest as the bloodred moon rose behind him.

“Oakhurst’s walls will burn,” he muttered dramatically. The air seemed to shudder at his words.

His lips curled in a smile. Yes, that was it. That would strike fear into the hearts of those pathetic humans.

And once they were scared and running for their lives…

He’d kill them.

He leaped from the branches, shrinking and changing as he fell until his newly formed bat wings snapped out and caught the wind.

As he turned in the air to head to the castle, he hesitated. A flash of white medical robes cut through the darkness, tinted red by the crimson light of the moon. 

A grin creeped across Owen’s furry bat face.

“Looks like one of the sheep has left the fold.”

He dove, silently swooping ahead of the doctor. “Ah, Legundo!” he called, regaining his human form as he landed in front of him. “Out late, are we?”

“Owen,” Legundo said cautiously. He gripped the silver sword in his hand. He was not so foolish as to come here unarmed — not that he’d be able to do much against an elder vampire. But it was something.

Owen glanced at the blade. “You’ve been busy, haven’t you?” He leaned against a tree. “You wouldn’t have to carry that around so fearfully if you took my offer.”

“I already gave you my answer, Owen,” the doctor said. His hands were shaking, but his voice was steady.

…Was that a hint of sadness in his eyes?

They stared at each other in silence. He could hear his shuddering breaths and steady heartbeat, despite the almost solid distance between them.

After a tense minute of this, Owen shook his head slowly. “Such a pity,” he murmured. “For a second, you reminded me of…”

Legundo frowned. “Of who?”

Owen paused, then turned away with a darkened expression. “No one.”

He could almost feel the sympathy radiating from the doctor. Good. He hadn’t wanted to pull the “dead lover” card, but he knew it would pique his interest.

“I’m… sorry, Owen.”

He flinched, then looked back towards Legundo.

“For what?” he asked, his voice harsher than it should have been.

He took a deep breath, then: “For the hurt you’ve been through.”

Owen laughed; a bitter sound. “You can’t possibly claim to know what I’ve suffered.”

“Maybe not,” Legundo said softly. “But do I need to? I just want to help. I don’t want to see you tear yourself apart because of something out of your control. Let me save you, Owen.”

Owen flinched. “You can’t help,” he hissed, backing away.

“Owen-”

Before the doctor could say anything else, Owen vanished.

And ran.

Only when he couldn’t hear his heartbeat anymore did he drop the invisibility, gasping for breaths he didn’t need.

“Dang it,” he muttered, bracing himself against a tree as he struggled to maintain his composure.

Why was he feeling this way?

He didn’t want his help.

The last time someone tried to save him…

…

No. No, he couldn’t get close to Legundo.