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: Monday! Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1252920757 Chapter Four - 2008, New York City - Jack Jack took a surprised step back, instinctively hiding behind Scott. Wow. Yet again, they weren’t welcome. But they also couldn’t shake the feeling the two humans (well, vampires, but Jack didn’t know that) seemed familiar. Especially the one with long, curly white hair and what appeared to be a black, twisted tiara on her head that was embedded with rubies the same blood red as her eyes. Was it just them, or did all three of these people have interesting fashion senses, dressing almost Victorian like? Kind of reminded them of…vampires? Odd. “Hang on there, Shelby!” Scott said quickly, holding out a pale hand. “This is Jack. The guy I was telling you about?” Shelby froze, staring at Jack instead of Scott. “What…? But h-he looks like-” her voice came out no more than a whisper. “This is Jack. Just Jack. Not Pyro,” Scott said firmly, though even his voice sounded slightly unsure. Drift stood up too, her expression kinder than Shelby’s, which was rather surprising, since Shelby was usually so sweet to everyone. “Nice to meet you… Jack,” she said, holding out a hand for them to shake. “I’m Drift, and my friend here is Shubble, but we call her Shelby. You can too.” Jack hesitantly reached out and shook Drift’s hand, almost recoiling in surprise at how cold her hands were. “Uh. Nice to meet you too,” they replied, not quite used to such kindness. “Why is he here?” Shelby asked. Scott was about to answer before Jack cut in. “Sorry, I just…I go by they/them pronouns.” Shelby and Drift glanced at each other, while Scott looked thoughtful for a moment before he schooled his expression back to neutral. “Pyro used he/they pronouns. And this guy uses they/them? And they look like Pyro? This…doesn’t seem like a coincidence to me… and his name is Jack? Pyro’s first name was Jack…” Jack caught Shelby whisper to Drift. Why did that have to do with anything? Why did they all keep talking about this ‘Pyro’ guy and how they looked like him? What did pronouns had to do with anything?! Even Scott called him Pyro! But from what they could remember from the flashback, they did look eerily similar to Pyro. Almost like they were twins. Jack said nothing as Scott led him to the dining table, which already had papers on it, leaving Drift and Shelby to their own quiet discussion as they both sat back down on the couch. “You said your assignment was on mythical creatures, and you chose to write about vampires, am I correct?” Scott asks, gesturing at them to sit down on one of the wooden chairs. Jack sat down next to Scott. “Yeah. That’s right. But Czeslaw and his friends tore it up.” They reached across the table, picking up a sheet of paper that was filled with typed words. ‘Tales of Oakhurst by Shubble and Sausage’ the title read. Oakhurst? Sausage? Those two names sounded so familiar. They felt like they knew Sausage before, and they automatically knew Oakhurst was a town. They’d heard the stories. How there had been an elder vampire living there in a castle for countless centuries. How he was put to sleep for 600 years. How it eventually became a myth. A story to scare children. The castle was apparently turned into a town hall a few hundred years later. Then 400 years later, a lumberjack razed it to the ground, killing every last townsfolk there and setting both Oakhurst and the Town Hall that was once the elder vampire’s castle on fire. But no matter what, Jack’s mind kept drifting back to Shelby. They felt this weird bond with the pretty, white haired woman. “Jack?” Scott’s voice snapped Jack from their thoughts. “I…well, never got to know you’re full name.” “M-my full name?” Jack repeats. “It…it’s Jack Scythe.” Scythe. Jack von Pyroscythe. Scott’s carefree expression faltered, but Jack didn’t know why. They could have sworn they caught a flash of guilt in the other man’s expression, mixing with something else they couldn’t quite tell. Yet it disappeared as quickly as it came, and Scott’s expression became carefree once more, but it looked forced now. “Scythe?” He repeated, his voice quiet. “Your last name is Scythe?” “Yeah. Scythe. My last name is Scythe. Jack Scythe is my full name. Something wrong?” “Pyro’s full name… Jack von Pyroscythe…” Scott whispered, a pale hand now shaking slightly from where it was resting on the table. “Pyro…oh Pyro. I’m sorry, Pyro. It’s my fault. But…you still had to go… you killed Avid. I can’t forgive you for that… but…” Jack stared in confusion. Why did everyone keep mentioning this Pyro guy? (+)
“Okay, who’s Pyro?!” Jack finally demands, unable to keep the question in any longer. Scott reached into the pocket of his pants, pulling out a golden, old fashioned pocket watch. When he opened it, there was a picture, faded in black and white, obviously older than Jack was. Eight people. Scott in the middle, holding a goblet of what Jack could only assume contained blood. And the others around him… there were no doubt they were vampires too. He saw Owen, Cleo, Avid, Apo and…was the Drift and Shelby?! But that was quickly forgotten as their eyes zeroed on the figure stand next to Scott. Pyro. It was like looking at a mirror image of themselves. Except Jack could tell that even through the picture, Pyro had white hair and crimson eyes. That must mean Jack looked like him when he was still human. But even as a level 3 vampire, they still looked eerily similar. “T-that’s…me?!” Jack gasped, unable to tear their gaze away from the photo. (Flashback) Pyro was out with Scott, Shelby and Owen. He had been a vampire for a while now, and had just about grown used to it. The sky was blood red and the moon was high in the sky. They were all at the lake, fishing in one area until Owen suggested moving spots. “Let’s move further down river. There’s no- there ain’t no fish biting,” Owen said, already starting to walk away, and Pyro followed along with Scott and Shelby. “There’s the Dead Woods,” Shelby pointed out, gesturing at the dead forest across the river. “Oh yeah. I don’t think there’ll be anything,” Owen said as Pyro briefly glanced across the river too. “This a good spot?” Shelby asked, stopping at a new area as she threw her rod in the water with a splash. “Yeah, maybe,” Owen mused before Scott chimed in. “Move slightly further around?” “Yeah…I guess.” Pyro started walking again, this time going a bit further down as the rest of them followed. “I can stay watch if you like,” Owen offered, looking around for any signs of the undead even though he was one himself. “We’re going real far…” Shelby said, a slight hint of suspicion creeping into her voice. “Oh, I know the way back,” Pyri finally spoke up. Pyro listened silently as Scott, Owen and Shelby talked, letting out an amused scoff when he heard Owen say: “I’ll watch out for any of those hooligans again.” He could only assume Owen was talking about Martyn and the others? Shelby spoke up, looking between the three of them. “You didn’t bring me out here because it’s too far away for anybody to hear me scream, right?” She asked, getting a growing idea of what was going on as she cast her rod back in the river. Scott, Owen and Pyro laughed. “Noooo, why would you think that?” Scott asked with a laugh. “Okay, you three have been running around together, so I just, y’know, I don’t know,” Shelby said now laughing a bit too. “Yeah.” Scott and Pyro both suddenly grabbed one of her arms each, sinking their fangs and feeding. Shelby jerked her hands away, yet she looked oddly calm when she reasoned they were all vampires. “You’re joking. You;re kidding me,” she deadpanned. “Just-it just helps,” Scott scoffed as Pyro drew his sword. “No, come on now!” Owen called out, chasing after Shelby as she ran. “You’re not gonna make it,” Scott laughed, giving chase too. The rest of the night was a blur for Pyro. He remembered chasing after Shelby with Owen and Scott, drawing her blood with his stone sword as Shelby begged and talked about how they could have been friends. But Pyro hadn’t cared. He was… too hungry to care. That little bit of blood he had drunk from Shelby earlier did almost nothing to soothe his hunger. But one thing he remembered the clearest was accidentally turned Shelby. Oh no. Scott was meant to do that… Sire was not happy with him. “Ah-I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-!” Pyro yelped as Scott turned to him and started attacking him with his claws. Even behind his skeleton mask that he was wearing to mess with Avid, Pyro could see his Sire’s cold glare as he quickly turned into a bat and flew into the air to avoid being clawed to death by the angry vampire. Though Shelby did seem pleased at being turned. According to her, it was enough proof that werewolves existed too, along with other mythical creatures. (Present) “Jack? Jack, hey-wake up! Are you okay?” Jack felt themselves being shaken awake by strong hands as they forced their eyes open, blinking as they tried to remember where they were. This wasn’t the lake anymore… did they just get another flashback…? “Are you okay?” The voice repeated, and Jack finally remembered where he was. “I-uh…yeah…I think so…?” Scott let out a quiet sigh of relief, though he still seemed a little uncertain. Drift and Shelby had rushed over too when they saw Jack collapse. Shelby…
