I can’t stop spinning starter vampire Scott and Legs now oh god. Bloodloathing… Anyway big ramble on that concept bellow someone sedate me
I don’t have very concrete ideas but just. A Doctor Legundo who could never quite left the military behind, who was turned on the front and is eternally stuck in the place mentally no matter what he does. He becomes a doctor, the blood and body fascinate him as he seeks to understand his new existence, but it always just loops back to the bloody bodies on the battlefield he tried to help or tried to kill. He can’t help how macabre his fascination turns, and the more time goes on the more any moral justification he tried to fabricate fades. He experiments, he learns, he realises he could fix so much with vampirism. It’s a cure all to all of humanities diseases, to death itself. Of course, it has its draw backs, so he’ll need to look into mitigating those. Perhaps some kind of miracle cure can by synthesised from vampire blood, or vampirism itself could be perfected. He just needs to do more testing, and preferably somewhere secluded to do it.
So he travels, he finds himself in Oakhurst. It’s a secluded ruin of a town no one seems to frequent, and it comes with a handful of travellers who all conveniently have no one who will miss them. Most are abandoned, loners, or generally annoying enough that they probably deserve what he’ll give them. They’re a worthwhile sacrifice for his work. They’re not important.
He doesn’t count on there being another vampire in town. The last and only vampire he’s known was the soldier on the front who turned him. Scott is not like that monster. The soldier was bloody, wild, a beast in all meanings of the word. This creature has poise, speaks in mortal tongues, is civil when needed, and most importantly, knows their kind. He has the potential to give Legs all the answers he seeks.
If only he wasn’t so fucking infuriating.
He’s arrogant and manipulative and self absorbed and clearly could not care less about the doctor’s efforts to make his monsterousness worthwhile. He wants to strangle him, he wants to cut him open and see just what vampirism does to the body, he wants to spear his head on a bayonet, he wants to pick his mind of everything he’s learned during a millenia of unlife, he wants him to shut up and he wants him to tell him everything he knows.
Scott is his canon typical self. He doesn’t care for the doctor’s increasingly deranged quest, but he’s willing to humour him to further his own goals. If the doctor needs test subjects, well, he’s fine with helping kidnap some townsfolk and lend out his crypt as long as he gets a share in the blood. If the doctor wants to dissect him then he’ll let the madman poke around in his chest cavity if it puts him in Scott’s debt. If he wants to get rid of Avid then Scott is in utter agreement as they’ve mutually met no one else who grinds their gears so badly. If it then results in them discovering they have a demon on their hands, then it is an avenue of experiment they’re both interested in. Scott would quite like a pet demon, his own special monster. Leg’s is of course interested by this new strain of unholy power for him to dissect.
Idk, they should be fucked up and evil together. Both of them on their entirely fictitious moral high horses (“this is for the greater good, I am the cure” and “you attacked me first, I just want to rule over my old land again”). Both of them finding the other insufferable but also the only other person in this place they can at least vaguely trust.
Legs is over being puppeteered by generals and commanders, Scott offers the chance to become the master instead (though does that not merely make Scott his new puppet master?). It’s not like the doctor can leave him and go find another vampire for answers though. Even the fledglings they make aren’t the same, they don’t have Scott’s experience, they don’t have that elder blood which might give him the answers to his cure. He has no choice but to accept Scott’s presence at his side and the answers he offers as gospel.
Though Scott denies it he is utterly alone and has no one willing to look past his terrifying nature or pretty face, except for the doctor who shares in one aspect and is unaffected by the other. It’s new… he kind of likes that. He kind of likes the fascinated, almost genuinely excited way Legs looks at him in those rare moments when he is actually being helpful and offering answers (usually it’s only when the doctor is wrenching open his ribcage or dissecting his atrophied organs, but he doesn’t mind the pain, and he likes… being genuinely desired).
They’re all each other has in this hellhole, and it is the best and worst outcome they could have hoped for.
