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Part 13 of Amethyst's Whumptober 2025
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Ring Around the Poppies. Loved You and You Lost Me

Summary:

When he first awoke, he’d sought the weight beside him.

It hadn’t been there.

What had…happened…?

Scott sat up groggily. He clutched his hands to his chest and groaned softly, trying to convince his eyes to focus. His fingers checked over the many adornments on him, his bracelets, his ring.

His castle was in ruins.

It had once been the grandest place on the horizon, gilded and gleaming in the starlight when he’d sat upon a throne of gold and had fresh blood served to him in the finest crystal glasses, still hot, freshly drained from willing veins in sacrifice, in near-worship.

What an irony that they had been worshipping him.

{In which Scott crashes into a new reality cold as stone.}

(Whumptober 2025: Day 13: “How dull is it to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished.”)

Notes:

Do keep in mind this happens before the other Vampires SMP fic I wrote ^-^

Please enjoy~

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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Scott

 

When he first awoke, he’d sought the weight beside him.

It hadn’t been there.

What had…happened…?

Scott sat up groggily. He clutched his hands to his chest and groaned softly, trying to convince his eyes to focus. His fingers checked over the many adornments on him, his bracelets, his ring.

“…what…?”

His castle was in ruins.

It had once been the grandest place on the horizon, gilded and gleaming in the starlight when he’d sat upon a throne of gold and had fresh blood served to him in the finest crystal glasses, still hot, freshly drained from willing veins in sacrifice, in near-worship.

What an irony that they had been worshipping him.

He staggered up the winding stairs from his tomb. A tomb. They’d had the nerve to put him in a tomb.

He’d be enraged if he wasn’t so desperate to move. His body was once so fast he could move throughout the castle with hardly more than a though.

“Slow down, Scott! You’re pacing again! You’ll tear the tapestries, stop it!”

Scott froze, his body leaned against the wall next to the top of the stairs. His breathing…wait, why was he breathing? Only the freshly turned still needed to mimic that old human impulse…it was heaving and rattling, it felt unfamiliar in his chest.

That voice rang in his mind. His eyes darted faster, seeking, seeking.

He took another step forward, leaving behind the weight of the wall, and ran.

“Hello!? HELLO!?” His voice rang out, hollering through the ruins, the scattered rubble over the corridors, the holes in the ceiling that opened up to the morning sun.

The…sun?

Scott looked up. Felt the sunshine on his pale skin. He didn’t burn.

His heart felt as though it were gaping, hollowed out.

“No.”

He whispered as he backed up till his shoulders struck the wall. He was trembling. When was the last time he’d done that?

“Scoooooott…come ooooon, don’t act like you don’t want to…I can always tell from the look in your eyes…”

Scott’s throat was starting to constrict. His hands scrambled at his chest, his clothes that were pristine, probably thanks to whatever holy magic they’d used to seal him away.

Eyes.

He ran again. Kept rushing through the corridors till he reached the spiral stairs. They were busted up, some of them cracked through.

How long has it been…?

He ran up them anyway.

At the last step, he tripped. He was used to moving so much faster, his upper body got ahead of him, and he hit the cold flagstone hard, his jaw slamming shut and his fangs biting down into his lip.

Scott rolled over, clutched his hands to his face as a whine of pain escaped him. He kicked his legs out once, flailing, eyes blurring with tears as he brought his finger away from his lips and saw…

Blood.

Scott let out a high, inhuman shriek of a sound that probably echoed across the forest, across the trees. He pedaled his feet and drove his shoulders back against the wall, staring down at his shaking fingers, at the blood there.

A vampire my age doesn’t bleed.

Then again, a vampire his age wouldn’t have tripped running up the stairs.

Scott let out a sob, tears coursing hot and fast down his cheeks. His fingers reached up, dug into his hair, and clutched hard, pulled.

Pulled.

Pulled.

The stinging prickle in his scalp, oddly enough, dragged him to the present. He forced several gasping, gulping breaths down as he lowered his shaking hands again.

Blue strands of soft hair were tangled in his fingers.

Blue? My hair hasn’t been blue since I was freshly turned…it’s…

Impossible?

Been doing a lot of that today, haven’t you?

Scott dragged himself up and sprinted the remaining distance down the corridor at the top of the stairs. The tapestries on the walls were moth-eaten and partially shredded. The gilding was dulled without his terrified servants fastidious polishing.

“Scott, genuinely, you don’t need to terrify the poor things…you even say that willing blood tastes better than when they’re fearful.”

Scott slammed his shoulder into the wooden door at the end of the corridor and stumbled inside, into the bedroom that was all rotting wood and scattered sheets and decaying remnants of down-stuffed pillows.

His eyes darted around, seeking, seeking.

Not here. Not here.

He took one shaking step inside. Then another.

This was the room. The room. Their room.

He paused at the balcony, or well, what was left of the balcony. Part of it had entirely collapsed, into a view of what was once perfectly kept gardens, but was now an gnarled endless sea of overgrown shrubs, thorny bushes, overwhelming, spilling beds of flowers and trees.

And a statue.

Scott felt his stomach plunge.

He turned and ran again. Back down the stairs, back through the empty corridors, back past what those self-serving revolutionaries had decided would be his tomb, and out onto the main bridge of the castle. He turned sharply to the right, running around the place.

His lungs burned. His heart pounded.

He wasn’t human. He could tell that much. He knew what this feeling was, but he hadn’t felt it for centuries. That cursed sealing spell had sapped his strength, reduced him back to the fragility of the freshly turned.

But he didn’t care about that right now. He kept running.

“I have a funny question for you.”

“Oh? Shoot.”

“Marry me?”

“Ah! Ahahahahaha! Hahahahahaha! I can’t do that, I’m kind of a being of sin, you know? Trying to take holy vows might kill me.”

“Awwww, you wouldn’t die for me?”

“Not if I don’t haaave too…I’d much rather live for you.”

“Now that’s a funny thing to hear out of a vampire!”

“You’ve gotten me into a sappy mood!”

Scott rounded the castle, and even from here he could sense the holy power emanating from the statue. He rushed toward it, reached out.

The moment his hand touched the statue, it burned.

“AAAAIIIIIIEEEE!!!”

Another of the inhuman wails shook the castle grounds. Even freshly turned, the ancient power he’d once embodied still tried to force its way through.

Scott yanked his hand back in, cradling it against his chest and looking down at it. Blisters were already forming over the skin, reddened and hot. Fresh tears slipped down his cheeks as he looked back at the statue.

It was of an angel. A tall, handsome man with side-swept hair, wearing a loose-fitting shirt with a low V-neckline, and huge, beautiful wings that were gilded with gold spread out behind him. The toes of his boots were barely touching the elaborate stone base upon which he’d been mounted, as if he were going to take flight. His face was upturned, his hand reaching out toward the balcony that had been Scott’s bedroom.

Our bedroom.

Scott sucked down a hiccuping sob of a breath, still cradling his burnt right hand in his left, his left with the ring.

“You promise this isn’t going to burn me to ashes?”

“I gave up on the holy mission around the first time we went to bed together, love.”

Scott took one step back, just enough to see him, fully see him.

“J-Jimmy…w-what happened…?”

He rasped weakly, tears rolling down his face openly now.

The statue didn’t give him a reply. Didn’t regain its color from stone, didn’t give him that jaunty lopsided smile, didn’t wink and chuckle and go ‘well, did I scare ya?’

Didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

It was a statue.

Scott staggered around to the back of it, trying to understand what he was seeing.

The holy wards carved into the base were elaborate, excessively so…Scott would guess this had been done by those same deranged clerics who had managed to seal him away somehow.

Did they seal him, too…?

Scott walked around the statue, his eyes struggling to adjust to the bright sunlight, to read the etching, understand the symbols.

He was old enough to read them. To know the spells they wove. Spells of purification, of blessing…and then he came back around to the front again.

Read the inscription on the plaque that had replaced his husband's name,

‘Fallen Angel’

Scott looked up again at the statue. Felt empty. Felt alone.

He surged forward, scrambling up the base, ignoring how it burned every exposed piece of skin, the holy magic trying to repel him, a creature of the night.

He cupped the statue…cupped Jimmy’s face.

“This was because you loved me…!” He rasped, and he didn’t care that his flesh was blistering on both palms as his thumbs traced under the wide, expressive eyes.

Looking toward the balcony.

“Y-You were on your way to t-try and save me! That’s why they…they…!”

He brought their foreheads together.

Burned for it.

“I-I’m so sorry!”

His tears fell onto the stone that was once skin, that was once a warmth Scott wished he could wrap himself around and never let go of.

It burned. He didn’t want to let go.

“I-I…I-I’m so…sorry!” He had to practically cough up the words, his throat rebelling, as he pressed his lips to the statues.

Burned.

But he endured it.

Notes:

If you thought Jimmy not being in Vampires SMP would be enough for me to not put Flower Husbands in the Vampires SMP...you don't know the depth of my adoration for this pairing and how I will shoehorn it into literally everything I can XD Sorry Owen, that angel statue definitely wasn't looking out for you...

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