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Love's Revenge

Summary:

Scott's angry.
Scott also has a record of killing thousands of people.
The reason Scotts angry is still alive.
Perhaps he should fix that.

Notes:

Avid's death made me so upset. So I created the revenge arc. Enjoy!

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Scott stared at the grave of Avid. Bloody tears rolling down his face. He hadn't expected this. He thought he'd had more time. More time to figure things out. He thought he’d have eternity.

“I'll kill them for you” his voice was soft, uncarried by the wind as he spoke to the grave one final time. 

He left. He walked away from the grave that held his love. 

He’d found the body, desecrated, the stake still firm in the vampire's heart. He cleaned it up best he could before burying him. Wiped his hair down of blood, cleaned and repaired the clothes he'd worn. Scott buried him there. He’d be back though. Avid deserved a better headstone.

He forced a facade of calmness and uncaringness. It wouldn't do him anything to let Pyro and Owen be aware of his anger. He suspected Pyro already knew after all. What neither of them could expect though was his true anger and his true strength. 

Scott was far stronger than he would ever let himself appear to them. He had ruled before and bore powers only an elder could bear. He would tear them apart piece by piece. He knew he’d still have to be fast though, together the two were a threat.

 

He waited a few days, letting them believe they were safe. Letting them believe he won't be their end like they were Avids. Letting them let their guards down. He’d be prepared.

 

They brought their attack on the humans, their bodies littering the clearing, scratches marring their bodies. Clear signs of their demise.

Scott was angry though, terrifyingly angry. It was all bitter cold anger that boiled in his gut. He’d prepared. Of course he did. He wasn't a fool. He knew Pyro and Owen were threats which is why he was ready. 

Its why he had stakes upon stakes hidden upon his person. They were dead meat.

Owen spoke, his voice just a bid higher than his usual monotone. “I guess we all lived, huh. Now we can all do as we please for the next eternity.” This made Scott’s boiling anger overflow, seeping from the cracked containment that it was held in. This RAT that he’d allowed in his coven was speaking of eternal life like he deserved it after what he did. Scott’s ears rang, he knew everyone was talking but Scott didn't bother to listen, instead he moved.

Scott lunged for Owen. His fangs found purchase in his neck while his claws ripped through the younger's clothing and skin. Owen fought desperately, clawing Scott as well, but Scott was prepared. He had armor, Leather mixed with bits and pieces of diamond, weaved so well it was unnoticeable. 

Owen pushed Scott away, Scott let him do it too. He scrambled back, stammering confused. Everyone else still stared in shock because this was different. New. Scott had never acted like this before. Shelby understood though. Shelby was the only one who knew. The only one who knew Scott had fallen in love only to have it stolen away almost instantly. When Pyro tried to lunge at Scott, Shelby attacked him herself. Pinning him to the ground thoroughly, a perk of her still Level 1 status. She could still wield silver. 

Scott pulled a stake from his vest. “You killed him. You yourself hate when others speak terribly of your passed on lover, Louis was it. He would probably hate to have sired a monster.” Scott mocked, circling Owen, looking ready to pounce. Owen opened his mouth to argue, “No. You don't get any last words, not after the crimes you committed against me.”

Scott lunged, his stake finding clearance in Owens heart. The stake ends him swiftly and cleanly. Far cleaner than the rat deserved in Scott's opinion, but he also had to deal with Pyro.

Scott turns to Pyro, watching as the rat he’d sired pushed Shelby off of him. 

“Pyro, Pyro, Pyro. Whatever shall I do with you.” his voice echoes. Cleo seems to want to move. To interfere. Thankfully though, Drift and Sausage hold her back. Though Scott honestly doesn't know how much good Sausage is doing what with how he's shaking.

Pyro turns slowly, fear emanating from his form. “Sire. I don't know what I've done, but let me make it up to you. Please.” he begged.

Scott stared down at him before speaking. “Perhaps you should have thought about the consequences of your actions, Pyro. You are no part of this coven. You are a Rat who deserves the death that's coming to you. After all, it's only fair if you die the same way you murdered the first person I truly came to love.” They all know who he is talking about. Pyro's eyes widen, terror appearing in them. Scott moves though, quicker than anyone can truly see. The speed and grace of an elder vampire on full display. The lonely stake still hidden in his vest finds a new home. The flesh of Scott’s eldest living fledgling.

“Was this really necessary?” Cleo’s familiar accent echoes in the clearing. Scott turns. Cleo is staring in horror. Sausage is shaking and looks about ready to pass out. Shelby and Drift, though faces ridden with terror, seem to have a glint of satisfaction to them. Their souls still burned with humanity. Burned with life.

“Yes.” Scott's voice is cold, dead like his snuffed out soul.