Scrofula had been absent from the Eulogy clan for large spans of time...not that Amaranthia cared. When he was around, he was often seen sighing, staring off into space, composing poetry aloud to no one in particular...as if this was anything out of the norm. But, Scrofula had also been seen picking apples and harrassing dwarves with frequency as well. All these things combined came down to one conclusion....he wanted to get into Snow White's coffin...very badly.
Scrofula had fallen hard for Snow White, and was constantly buying her slices of apple pie, or apple cider, or sharing candy apples with her (which he did less frequently as the caramel absorbed SEVERAL pairs of his fangs). He was seen more than once offering her sunscreen. He followed her everywhere. "Darling, your beauty is as eternal as the night itself....and that yellow dress does it no justice. I'm sure I could find you a lovely black one to match your raven hair..." he drooled in his most vampiric tone of voice. Yet, Snow White seemed so distant to him...like a star he could never touch. Although she returned his smiles and took his gifts, he felt that he was not getting any closer to the fairest one of all. (boo-hoo, weep sob unrequited love, lament, boohohooohoo)
Deadbolt had been occupying himself with stealing all the screws from nearby picnic tables, and bolts from some of the smaller rides when he came upon Lord Scrofula - sighing pathetically. Deadbolt addressed him roughly "What the hell is up with you, ya bloodsucking beanpole?" "Love." replied Scrofula. "Love has bitten me deeply, I am wounded and I bleed......" "Shut the hell up before I give you something to bleed about." Rumbled Deadbolt. Scrofula proceeded to pour out the depths of his tortured vampiric soul to Deadbolt, the trials and hardships of his longing for Snow White and the lingering pain of being an unrequited lover.
"Here's some advice." growled Deadbolt as he flossed his toes with steel wool. "Quit carrying around that stuffed flying rodent, give up the fake teeth, and stop being such a pathetic weepy little bastard. You look like such a pansy ass running around in that damn cape with your flowy shirt and frickin sunglasses. " "No one truly knows my pain." said Scrofula with a cliched far away look, and wandered off into a writhing sea of prepubescent park goers, dejected. "I'd like to get acquainted with it" snarled Deadbolt under his breath.
Scrofula wandered aimlessly all day, and all night. He couldn't eat, he couldn't think, and everywhere he saw dwarves. Wretched dwarves. And a fierce jealousy consumed him. "You little men, with your....hats and happy songs about manual labor...you know nothing of the darkness I can give Snow White. You have no passion, no fire, no taste for the eternal. How dare you covet her so that she knows no others. I will vanquish you, all seven of you, like little capri sun drink boxes i will drain every last drop of life from you and extinguish your very essences. " Suddenly, he strode forward with grace and determination, knowing that Snow White must be his and nothing with keep her from him. The he tripped over a plastic flower and fell into a pile of melted caramel, and discovered his face was cemented to the asphalt.