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The first thing the thousand-year-old vampire felt was hunger.
A clawing sensation in it’s stomach, it felt as though it’s chest was being ripped open.
At first, it was confused. Everything was fuzzy. Who was it? Why was it here, in this… stone box?
Then the memories hit him like a boulder.
He was Scott Goldsmith of the Goldsmith Lineage.
He was a vampire manor lord.
He was the sire to many fledgling vampires.
And for the first time in his million-year life…
He was trapped.
He was hungry and weak, trapped in a coffin.
He should be able to get it open easily, though, even in his state.
Except for the STAR-SAKEN SILVER CHAINS ON HIM.
Scott’s wrists, ankles and neck burned. He couldn’t move to open the lid of the coffin, not while bound in chains.
The vampire struggled, letting out a few weak hisses and growls, trying to get free. Scott tried to bite off the chains, but that just burnt his mouth. He tried to rip them off, but that didn’t work.
After what Scott’s internal clock said was a day of trying, he finally came to a frustrating conclusion.
Scott Goldsmith was stuck. And if the people who buried him here had their way,
he was not getting free
and no one was coming for him.
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Legundo had concluded, after heavy research, that is ‘Oakhurst’ was full of idiots.
Bigfoot girl, a vampire hunter, a brooding lumberjack, a man with a ‘cursed tongue’ (seriously?!), and many more very weird people.
Legundo had counted 13 in total.
It wasn’t long, just in the afternoon 2 days after Legs arrived, that the doctor was invited to an expedition to some sort of castle ruins across a bridge with numerous safety hazards with Mr. M, Avid, and Pearl.
Legs only came along to make sure they didn’t fall off a cliff.
“So what do these… ‘castle ruins’ look like?” Legs asked along the way as Pearl fought off a comically large spider (why were the spiders here to big? He’d have to study that later).
“BIG. And very ruined.” Avid said with a smile, hand on his wooden stake.
Great. VERY helpful. Legs thought.
It wasn’t long before the broken bridge emerged out of the fog. It was a mess, old and in terrible shape.
“Are we going across… that?” Mr. M said.
“At least falling off a bridge will add some action to your story.” Legs offered.
Pearl chuckled. “I didn’t know you could be sarcastic, Doc.”
“Neither did I” The doctor sighed.
They narrowly avoided death crossing over the bridge, but they did just make it to the old castle.
“Really isn’t much of a castle.” Pearl barked, seeing the run-down state of the dusty ‘castle’.
“I think it used to be a manor. See the dining room? Manor-y.” Mr. M pointed to the broken table, musty red carpet and turned-over chairs.
“What the…” Avid muttered. Legs went to see what he was looking at.
…scratch marks. All over the deepslate walls. Dried blood staining the floorboards.
“Yeesh.” Pearl said, wrinkling her nose at the signs of struggle.
“Maybe a vampire did it.” Legs said, giving Avid a look.
“It sound stupid when you say it!!” Avid whined, annoyed.
They searched the manor ruins, looking for anything that could be of use. Their search led them to the old crypt below the castle.
“Oh, gross!” Avid said, looking at the skulls littering the crypt.
“OOO look!!!” Pearl yelped. When Legs turned to look he jumped back, confused for a moment before realizing Pearl was just wearing a cat head.
“Okay, that’s even grosser.” Legs said, disgusted.
“Whoa…” Mr. M gasped, looking at the fancy coffin in the middle of the crypt.
The group went down the ladders to look closer at the coffin.
“Here lies Scott Goldsmith
May the monster never rise again.”
“Scott Goldmsith, eh? Good thing he’s dead, then. The sign gives off that he kinda sucked.” Pearl muttered.
It was then that something
inside
started to
move
“PEARL. You cursed it!” Mr. M yelped.
Legs, hands shaking, then pried open the lid of the coffin.
A body lay inside, perfectly preserved, hair blue and skin pale,
But it wasn’t just a body.
the
eyes
then
opened.
“Finally. I thought I’d be doomed to be trapped in here forever.”
Avid, Legs, Mr. M and Pearl
all
screamed.
“Oh, jeez, I just woke up, you’re gonna burst my eardrums.” The body yelped, instinctively raising his hands to cover his ears, but then unable to with the clanking of chains.
“Are you… Scott Goldsmith?” Avid asked warily.
“Charmed, I’m sure.” The body- Scott- smiled. Sharp fangs glinted in the torchlight.
“You’re a vampire…” Avid bit his lip.
Legs’s mind felt as though it was falling apart.
“Can we do the whole ‘AAA noooo vampire!!!’ after you get me out of here? My neck is starting to hurt.” Scott said, red eyes showing how tired he is.
“NO WAY!!” Avid said, drawing his stake and positioning it over the heart of the vampire.
An unexpected flash of fear glinted in Scott’s eyes.
“Avid, stop.” Legs pulled Avid’s hand back. “He hasn’t done anything.”
“The engravings said he was a monster!”
“Ouch, really? They put me to a cursed sleep for centuries and chain me to my own coffin under my own manor, and IM the monster?” Scott said with a wince.
Avid took a step back, guilt in his purple eyes.
“Look, give me a chance. Or at least get me out of here and I swear I’ll leave you alone. I can get all the food I need from animals.” Scott said desperately.
Legs and the others thought for a moment.
“Okay.” Legs said. Mr. M and Pearl nodded as well.
“Fine” Avid growled.
Scott smiled weakly, relieved.