Spider of Evil

Village of Shadow

January 9th, 2021, Northern Transylvania...

Peter was given a wine. It was called Sanguis Virginis. It tastes so good. But there was blood in it and it override his suppressants. Making him hungry for blood. He kept his hidden for so long. He used a suppression serum. To hide his Vampire appearance. But all it would take is one drop of blood and he back to being a blood sucking Spider. He has no choice, but go back to his one true love. Hell she the reason he is like this. So had Jessica Jones help him with finding the location. He rent car to get the location. But crash into a tree.

Time skip

"Geez Louise it's cold out here!" Said Peter,

He wandering through a silent, or rather mostly silent snow ridden forest that looked to be something straight out of a nightmare, was a lone man clad in a red and blue suit. That covers him head to toe. But he is wearing a overcoat and a brown fedora hat and blue scarf. That now have wear and tear. Blue pants that were soaking wet from the knee down from a combination of the snow and creek he crossed over earlier, and a torn, well used backpack that looked to be held together by a combination of duct tape, string, and good old thoughts and prayers.

He was a bit underdressed for the weather true, the gusts of winds loved to remind him of that every chance they get, but in his defense, the car he was driving up until half an hour ago had a working heater.

"Last time I rent a European model." Peter muttered with a huff as he felt another gust of wind hit him, causing a shiver to rack his body as he began to slowly make his way up an incline on the path he was on.

Perhaps he should've stayed with the car some miles back, but if the man was going to freeze to death, he would rather it be out in the wilderness than in some cheap car he rented from a fairly shady dealership that some random pass byer will stumble across on the way to see Alcina Dimitrescu. Though with how unkept this path he was on was anything indication, it was unlikely anyone was going to find his body or broken-down vehicle anytime soon. He refused to call what he was until recently driving on a road on account it was nothing more than a glorified track in his opinion, just like half the other roads in Europe seemed to be.

Though he supposed he shouldn't hold all of Europe to this standard, most of the countries in the West were fairly developed compared to what was once the Soviet Union.

'But would it've killed them to start working on the roads the first chance they got?' Peter thought wryly as he saw that the snow was slowly rising to reach his waist.

With a shake of his head, Peter took a quick look around to see if anyone was around, unlikely but he's learned that when it comes to Eastern European forests, and creepy looking forests in general, never assume you're alone. Half the time it turns out you aren't and there's some kind of weirdo dressed in a dead lion lurking around, stalking you.

"Hmm, maybe it's just me." Peter muttered as he turned his gaze back towards the snow in front of him before looking up towards the trees and saw that the branches while snow ridden seemed strong enough to support a little more weight, however brief.

With a slight adjustment to his hat, Peter crouched before leaping clear into the air and landing on one of the thicker branches hanging well over ten feet above the snow. The branch shook under the sudden weight landing on it, causing a few clumps of snow to fall towards the ground followed quickly by the sounds of wood cracking. With a grunt, Peter leaped off the branch, causing it to snap off the truck it was attached to and fall towards the ground below and landed on another branch. Peter continued to repeat this process for several minutes, sometimes having to double back and choose a new route when the tress with traversable branches began to thin.