Smoke began to rise from the cold furnace, curling and snarling towards him as he realised the old bastard had been waiting all these years. Fire's meant to kill them for good, that or a stake through their hearts but old Mallaidh was never one to die easily - deliberately seeking out vampirism in her eighties proved that for sure.
For the last thousandish years, give or take a few decades, she'd been an absolute plague on the area to the point where three entire towns packed up and moved out in one day just to be rid of her. Still, she lingered around and took out the odd traveller or tourist - enough to keep herself moving but nowhere near as much as she needed to thrive.
He'd eventually been tasked with doing what his great, great grandfather had failed to do - kill her and free their homeland from her tyranny so they could all return in safety. And he'd done his best - fought her on and off for a good few decades, eventually weakening her enough to throw her into an old furnace and light her up for good.
When he went back and shared the good news - showing her prized necklace as proof that she was dead and the video of her shrieking from inside the roaring flames - the other families agreed to visit for the first time in several centuries with the aim of resettlement.
Everything had been going so well, plans were being drawn for new housing and infrastructures to not only rebuild but modernise the old towns into new, thriving communities. Then they made the mistake of visiting her deathsite and as the dark smoke slowly crept towards them, they found their feet unwilling to move as she enveloped them all - selecting her new host.
She was thoroughly spoilt for choice.
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