Vampires SMP fanfic. This is a few years later when Scott, Shelby and Drift leave Oakhurst. It’s also half based of a short fanfic I found of Scott and Pyro. But I will change it up. First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1247090911 Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1255757324 Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1249590553 Chapter Three - 2008, New York City - Scott “I told you! They look like Pyro!” Scott insisted to Drift and Shelby. Shelby didn’t seem to like the topic of her sire, having been the very one to drive the stake through his heart, but it was Drift that spoke first. “Scott, are you sure of that? You might just be imaging things, and thought the first person you saw getting bullied like Pyro looked like them. What did you say their name was again..?” “Jack! Their name is Jack! Like Pyro’s full name, Jack von Pyroscythe!” “Look, are you sure this isn’t a coincidence? Are you missing Pyro too much?” “No! I don’t care that Pyro is gone! He was… a liability,” Scott scoffed, but it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself it was better with Pyro d3@d. “Seriously though Scott. Are you sure they looked like Pyro? And was getting picked on like Pyro was?” Scott opened his mouth to reply, but Shelby cut in. “I’m gonna go. I don’t want to talk about Pyro. Or some guy that apparently looks like Pyro. I’ll be at Sausage’s place. We’re writing a book together. It’s called ‘Tales of Oakhurst’. See you.” Drift sighed as she watched Shelby turn sharply on her heels and stride out the door while Scott just watched with an unreadable expression. “I’m sure you won’t see them again. The city is big. What are the chances?” Drift asked as the door slammed shut. “But with all that aside, I’m proud of you, Scott. A few years ago, you wouldn’t have helped someone like that. You’d just be k!||!ng everyone for fun. You’re really starting to prove to the Doc that you were capable of change.” Scott brightened slightly at the praise, now looking rather smug. “Well obviously. I’m just that good.” “And just that humble too, I see,” Drift added, sarcasm dripped from each word. “Well clearly neither you or Shelby believe me about Py- I mean Jack,” Scott scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest and hoping Drift didn’t notice his little slip up. “I’m also leaving too. Gonna look around the city more. Do some exploring. Still not used to all of…this.” “Sure, go ahead. Just don’t get lost again like last time, panic, and bat in front of a bunch of people like last time! The bat infestation excuse isn’t gonna work every time. I’m still surprised you managed to fool all of us when we first met at Oakhurst all those years ago with that same excuse." Scott grumbled something under his breath that sounded vaguely like ‘That was one time. Or two…’ as he walked out the door, leaving Drift standing there alone. “I wonder if I’ll see Jack again…” he said out loud himself as he walked the streets, but stopped himself. “No. It was just a coincidence last time. This city is huge, and maybe Drift and Shelby were right. I saw someone getting bullied and immediately thought of Pyro.” He continued to look around the city, telling himself he wasn’t hoping to see Jack again and that he was just exploring. But he couldn’t push down a new feeling he’d never felt before when he spotted Jack again, being shoved against a wall and having his work and papers torn and thrown across the ground by the same three people he’d seen the other day, who quickly left when they saw Scott yet again walking over with a furious expression on his face. Jack looked up, from his sitting position, quiet tears rolling down their cheeks that they quickly tried to hide by looking back down and furiously wiping their eyes. “Okay, who were they? Why are they picking on you again?” Scott demanded, deciding to sit down next too Jack. “I-I… the main one who picks on me the most is called Czeslaw,” Jack mumbled, keeping their head bowed and not even bothering to stand up and pick the torn and discarded papers up from the ground. That name. Scott swore he’d heard it before somewhere. Had Pyro once mentioned the name? He pushed that thought down. Jack was the man in focus right now. “Do they do this often? How long has this been going on for?” “Well- I…my whole life. They- yeah. My whole life,” Pyro Jack says, his voice now as cold as his expression as he finally looked up at Scott, tears now rolling down freely. Scott’s expression falters when they see the look in Jack’s eyes. It was the same as Pyro. So much like Pyro’s when he had proudly told Scott he had k!||ed Avid. That he had been the one to drive the stake through the fledgling’s heart. He tried to push down the feeling that was gnawing inside of him. “You’re whole life?” He repeated, unable to look Jack in the eye. (+)
(+) Scott nodded along and Jack continued, not knowing what to say. When he finally looked up at Jack, he saw only Pyro. The same expression. Same face. Same cold, blue eyes from when he was still human. Before Scott has turned him. “And just now. They tore up my assignment. It was an essay. We had to do one on a mythical creature.” “Oh? What did you write about? Before they tore it up?” “I-vampires. I chose to write about vampires. But…it’s due tomorrow. It counts for 20% of our grade. I don’t know how I’m supposed to finish it now. I can’t fail another class! I’m already falling behind thanks to Czeslaw.” “Vampires? You chose to write about vampires?” Scott couldn’t keep the surprise out of his voice. Was it a coincidence that Jack chose to write about vampires? What do they know about them? “I was almost finished. But I guess not anymore,” Jack scoffed bitterly, starting to pick up the torn papers. “And you know what’s weird, Scott? I knew-well, know, a lot of stuff about vampires. And I don’t know why. I haven’t read any books or anything like that…” Scott stared at Jack. They knew that much about vampires? “Pyro?” He half whispered, the name slipping out before he could stop himself. “Pyro? Who’s Pyro?” Jack asked, their mind instantly going back to the weird flashback they had in their apartment. “I-nevermind. Oh, hey, I can help you rewrite your essay. I…I know some things about vampires that I can guarantee you aren’t written in any books,” Scott said quickly, trying to change the subject. Jack reminded them too much of Pyro. What if they turn out like him? He can’t let that happen, but he felt like he shouldn’t be involved either. No. He had to prove to the Doc he’d changed. It was the least he could do. For everyone else. And Pyro most of all. Jack blinked in surprise, their voice came out softer and almost disbelieving. “Really? You want to help me? Nobody’s ever helped me before…” “We…can go to my place if you want,” Scott offers, standing up. Jack paused, considering the offer before they silently and pushed themselves off the ground with a wince and stumbled into Scott. “Woah, Pyro!” Scott said in surprise, still not used to physical contact yet didn’t push them off like they would have done before realising his mistake. “I mean Jack. Jack. I meant Jack. Careful, Jack.” Pyro Jack chose to stay quiet, asking no further questions about this ‘Pyro’ guy Scott kept accidentally calling him or mentioning. Instead, they just limped down the street with Scott helping to support them. “Okay,” Scott muttered, opening the door to the house and helping Jack inside, only to stop when he saw Drift and Shelby sitting on the couch talking. “Oh. Oh no. I forgot about them…” Drift and Shelby both turned their heads when they heard the door open, eyes immediately landing on Jack. Drift stared in silence, her mouth hanging open. But Shelby stood up fast, her expression blank but her crimson eyes were unwelcoming. “Pyro?!” She snarled, but her voice shook slightly. Whether from anger or something else, either Scott or Jack could tell.
