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Void, he was hungry. He hadn't eaten in days, and he needed something. Anything. Scott was a vampire, meaning he needed blood and only blood to survive. And after making a deal with Fwhip, the wyverian that he'd never drink a humans blood again, he found himself at an all time lost.
He couldn't remember the last time he had human blood. He'd been drinking animal blood every since that damn deal. Why did he make that deal again?
Oh, yeah.
They'd kill him if he would dare to drink another humans blood, or hybrid blood, or anything that can speak's blood.
But void he could smell the blood. It was so strong. And the urge to go after the smell was too strong.
It was night too, so getting his prey would be easy.
He ventured towards the large forest that almost no one would dare to go near. But the smell of human blood was there... And it was easily recognizable... The air even tasted of it, making his urge for blood even stronger.
His red eyes glowed with anticipation, flickering in the darkness, like a predator searching for its prey.
Despite the darkness, he could see the source of the smell. It was small, and curled up. His eyebrow cocked. This could be a trap. He could see a leg of the being, instead of flesh, a chunk of it was red and dripping onto the grass.
He looked up to find the face. It was buried in between the two of its legs. A small curled tail stuck out of the being, and two white, pointy ears were pinned to luscious brown hair.
He could now recognize who it was.
It was Shubble.
She, the creator of the villain league. But, soon after deciding she didn't want to kill the entire server, left. Karma served her, killing her and granting her a new origin.
But now, she was nothing but a ball, and a prey for Scott.
He stepped out from behind the tree he was looking out from, stepping onto some soft ferns. It made a light crunch sound. But to the cat's ears, it was clear. She looked up, wide yellow eyes looking around. She was looking for him.
He growled lightly. She returned the favor, hissing blindly at the sound. "Come out!" She yelled with confidence. Though Scott could smell the fear, and hear the shake in her voice. Scott stepped out of the shadows, greeting her with a nod, and trying his best to keep his composure and not act like a hungry beast.
She looked surprised to see him. "Scott!" She exclaimed with delight. "Oh, thank Void you're here! Please, help me." She pleaded. It was Scott's turn to look surprised. But before he could say anything, she continued. "I was trying to look for more cat friends, and it turned nighttime, and I got lost, and I thought I saw Joel, but it was an enderman, because, you know, both being tall- and I looked it in the eye, and I barely managed to get away, but it caught my leg! And- and I need help!"
Shubble ranted for a while on what happened. Scott could barely understand what she was saying, and he didn't care. She trusted him. Him, the blood sucking, untrustworthy vampire whom already had two kills. Scott's heart sank, if he even had one.
"I- I can't..." He stammered, turning away. He hoped Shub would find someone else who didn't feel the urge to take all of her blood.
"Scott! Please! You have to help me, come on!" She yelled more angrily. Scott hissed, turning around and storming towards her. "Okay! Fine!" He grumbled with frustration. "I don't know how to help you, so..?" He tried to put words together, hoping she'd find him useless and let him go.
Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.
"You don't have a med kit? Bandages? A cast? Nothing?" Her confusion turned to disappointment when Scott shook his head. "Void, you're useless!"
"I didn't offer to help you." Scott mumbled. He was so close to latching onto her leg and drinking up the blood. Shubble glared at him. "Can you go find some cobwebs? Maybe it's some around here, we can use that as a-"
"Find someone else to help you, damnit." Scott huffed with finality, and turned away. He stormed back through the woods, ignoring the angry protests of the cat hybrid.
No blood for him today.
2
While working on his villager homes, the smell of fresh blood bothered him. It was hard enough to hold an umbrella and a block at the same time, and now his nose was filled with the smell of human blood. He turned around, sighing and putting his block down, now able to hold his umbrella with two pale hands.
Jimmy, the dragon was wondering through the other villager homes he'd built, ooing and ahing at them.
Scott nearly dropped his umbrella.
His blood smelled healthy, and fresh. His ears filled with the delightful pumping of his blood.
"Hello Scott! What a wonderous village you've built." He smiled and turned to the vampire. Scott groaned softly.
The smell was so strong.
"Jim.." Scott said slowly. Jimmy could see bloodlust in his eyes, and took a step backwards. "Scott?" He said, a little more wary than his previously used voice. "Jimmy." Scott repeated. He didn't know where he was going with this but he stepped forward. Jim stepped back again. "Scott. Don't." He demanded, possibly knowing what he was going to do.
"Jimmy. I- I need blood..." He admitted. Jimmy was one of his closest friends. Just maybe he'd let him get a little bite.
"Scott." Jimmy said sternly. Scott looked at him, like a deer in the headlights. His eyes kept flickering to his neck, hoping he'd be able to get a bite out of it.
Void, void, void. He needed it, he needed it, he needed it.
Blood blood blood.
"Scott- wait. Come on, just think for a moment." Jimmy took another step back. His prey. His prey was getting away. He couldn't have that.
"Jimmy. Please, I need it. I need it."
"Drink your animal blood!" He cried out, pointing to a pen of pigs, cows, and sheep.
"That isn't fresh.. Isn't enough for me..." Scott began closer and closer. Jimmy stood his ground, not moving anymore.
"Drink the blood of your villagers, Scott. For Void sake, just- drink anything that has blood that isnt me! Scott frowned, getting closer and closer, closing the gap between them. Jimmy still stood his ground. He was a bit taller than Scott, so it probably made him less scared.
"But.. I need them.. For enchants.... and.. Well.. I don't need you.." He looked up at the dragon hybrid. Jimmy's eyes dialated, pushing the vampire away. His eyebrows furred, and a frown formed onto his face. "If you even touch me, I'll tell Fwhip. He won't hesitate to come for you." Jimmy growled, smoke coming out of his fists, and clenched teeth.
Scott felt so betrayed. He thought he could trust Jimmy. He eyebrows shifted downward, and he turned away. "Guess I'll starve..." He smirked with his back to the dragon hybrid, hoping to get on his sympathetic side.
It worked.
"Oh.. Um.. Steal one of Gem's villagers. If you're sneaky, she won't mind!" He smiled softly as Scott turned away, a hopeful look on his face. "Oh.. Thank you Jimmy..." He grinned. Jimmy grinned back. "No problem!" He smiled, before flying off.
Off to Gem's, he guesses.
3
It took way too long to get to the village. It was still day, though! Damnit. But glad, he finally made it to the village. Gem was talking with one of her villagers, when she looked over and noticed Scott. The villager gasped and hid behind Gem.
"Oh, hello Scott. What brings you here?" She asked, smiling.
Scott's eyes instantly fell on the villager, who was shaking behind Gem. He hissed. "Woah, Scott, chill." She exclaimed, her hand subconsciously falling onto the Hilt of her sword. "Oh- sorry-" Scott apologized, turning to Gem.
The smell of the villager's blood filled his nose. It wasn't as fresh as Jimmy's, but it did smell delicious.
"Can I speak with your villager? For a moment?" He pointed to the shaking man behind her. Gem wrinkled her nose. "Why, Scott?" She was clenching the Hilt of her sword now. "Are you trying to hurt my villagers, again?"
Scott's eyes widened. "Oh- no, no. Not at all. I just want to talk. Void Gem, why do you think the worst of me?"
"Maybe because you've killed me once, and have stolen one of my villagers?" She easily pointed out. Scott glared. "But now, we're practically besties, Gem! Don't you worry your little socks! I won't do anything." Scott smiled. A toothy one. The villager came out from behind Gem.
"I'll talk to you. But let's bring an iron golem, to make sure nothing funny happens." He grumbled, walking towards and iron golem, and bringing it along. Gem nodded. "Scott, no funny business. Alright?"
Scott waved her off, pumping blood filling his ears and blocking out whatever was going on. "Yeah- yeah. I hear you, alright, come on." He walked out of the village, listening closely to the soft crunch of grass, and the blood of the villager.
They stopped about 30 blocks away from the village. The villager began scared, looking constantly towards the iron golem. "So uh, what'd you want..?" He asked. Scott said nothing.
Now is your chance.
Kill him.
Slice him open.
Drink he blood, until he turns white.
Until he's dead.
Kill him kill him kill him kill him kill hi-
Scott launched at the villager, pinning him to the ground. His teeth showed brightly, and he readied himself for a bite out of the villagers neck. Though, before anything could further escalate, a pair of powerful arms threw him off, and into the grass. Scott went tumbling, before landing softly in a field of flowers. He looked up. The iron golem stared down at him.
It slammed a giant fist down. Scott quickly scrambled away to avoid getting crushed. Void- what had gotten into him?! He couldn't even speak- think- he should've thought of a way to get the iron golem away, or marked the villager and switched places, or anything other than acting like a bloodthirsty beast!
Well, that was what he is.
But besides that.
Scott stood up, looking at the iron golem who was walking to him. His large body stopped him from being able to walk quickly. The villager, though, was gone. Another enemy made.
Scott decided it was no point in fighting the golem, and ran off, sliding down the hill and back to his manor.
He decided that the next person he found during night, would be his meal.
1
Night came around, and he needed to get started on his house.
After dying, he was granted a new origin, the red panda origin. And he needed to get all his stuff back together, which would be a pain in the ass.
Joey couldn't see any mobs around, so he began chopping some wood with the axe Katherine handed him. He sighed. Back to square one, he guessed.
His ears laid flat against his head as he finished chopping the tree.
His ears perked again when he heard wrestling. He turned around quickly. Dying made him more wary.
He spotted red rimmed circles, in his direction. He gulped and clenched his axe tightly. "Come out, dummy!" He called in his most threatening voice, though he didn't dare walk closer towards the circles. After a while, they disappeared, and he heard a most loudly wrestling.
His eyes widened and his surroundings became more scarier. He turned around, a tall pale Scott met him. He gulped, stalking away. "Scott- why are you here-?"
"These forests are for everyone, Joey. Why can't I be here?"
Joey reached for his axe, but it wasn't at his side. He looked over to make sure. But still, it wasn't there.
"Oh.. Looking for this?" Scott's voice spoke again. Joey looked up. Scott was twirling his axe in his hand. "H-huh? How-" Joey cut himself off with a growl. "Give it back, Scott." He growled once more. Scott tsked. "Wow.. So fierce. Unlike your little 'fake fairy' mmm? The funny thing is, you're still smaller than everyone else. You couldn't defend yourself if you wanted to." His voice lowered on the last part.
Joey gulped, his fake facade dissipating. He took another step back.
"Say.." Scott began, twirling the axe once more. "I could help you, you know.. Not be small anymore."
"I just need something in return."
"I don't trust you Scott, just give me my axe back!" Joey yelled. He was getting frustrated at this point.
"My my... So feisty." He smiled a toothy one. He dropped the axe. "Come here. I'll help you." He walked towards the red panda. Joey took a step back. His vision suddenly turned purple, and then he was in s different location. He felt dizzy now.
He turned around, and all of the air was knocked out of him as Scott pushed him over, putting a foot on his belly to confirm he wasn't getting up. He had the axe in his hand.
He swung it.
Joey's neck sliced open.
His vision began blurry.
His ears felt like there was water in them.
He could see a flash, and a blurred figure on top of him.
The longer the figure stayed, the more his vision lost itself.
Life was unforgiving.
And so was Scott.
He was granted a new origin. Again.