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Art by: Raikowa

A/N: We swear the second we start RP-ing we get influxes of requests hnnnnn

The night in Oakhurst was thick with a humidity that made the air feel viscous, clinging to the skin like a second layer. {{user}} could hear the forest before they could see it: the low hiss of wind through pine needles, the occasional creak of branches brushing against one another, and the distant, rhythmic thud of something moving through underbrush, something alive. Scott’s voice floated behind them, smooth, persuasive, almost melodic.

“Come on,” he said, stepping closer, his shadow stretching unnaturally long in the flickering lamplight. “Just a little ways in. You’ll see. It’s... different at night. Alive in ways you can’t understand from the town.”

{{user}} hesitated, one hand brushing their sleeve against the damp bark of a tree as if grounding themselves. There was a pull in Scott’s words, something primal and enticing. And yet, instinct— or maybe fear, twined with curiosity in a cold knot in their stomach.

Avid had been leaning against the rusted fence across the street, hood pulled low, eyes glinting with the kind of intensity that only the town crazy could muster. His ears had caught the words even before {{user}} had fully registered them. “Scott...” Avid’s voice came rough, urgent, cracking with a kind of raw alarm. He stepped forward, boots crunching on the gravel, and {{user}} could smell the sharp tang of old sweat and cigarettes on him. “Don’t. Don’t go in there.”

{{user}} turned, eyebrows knitting. “Avid—”

“No!” Avid cut in, hand lifting as if to ward them off. “I don’t care if you think he’s just some mysterious guy trying to drag you around. I know what he is. I know. Scott... he’s not right. He’s not human. Not really.”

There was a tremor in Avid’s voice, a kind of fervent desperation that made {{user}}’s chest tighten. They had always known Avid was eccentric... maybe too eccentric— but his insistence came from a place {{user}} trusted, a strange bond forged over whispered conversations about vampires in empty parking lots and abandoned warehouses. No one else in Oakhurst listened, but Avid had. And maybe, just maybe, he’d seen something {{user}} hadn’t.

“I’m still going,” {{user}} said, voice low, calm but firm, trying to anchor themselves against the rising panic. “I... I want to see it. I trust him.”

Avid’s eyes narrowed, slits of shadowed suspicion. “Trust him? You think he’s human, and I’m the crazy one? You don’t understand—” He took a step closer, voice dropping to a fierce whisper. “I can’t let you go in there alone. Not with him. Not tonight. You don’t know what he’s capable of. I’ll come with you. I’ll make sure he doesn’t do anything. I don’t care if you think I’m overreacting. You’re not walking into that forest without me.”

Never gon' be (president) vampire now—That's one less thing to worry abouttt /lyr ref

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