Spring

07

I don't have an excuse for this being really late

Possible Trigger Warning: Blood, wounds,

Virgil

As soon as Virgil woke up he checked the time. 12:43. He sighed and snuggled back into the couch. All too sudden did he realize he wasn't laying on a couch. He sat upright and looked at the sleeping body of Roman before he fell off the couch. The thump awoke Roman and Virgil stood up. Roman drowsily looked around and yawned before laying back down. The darkly dressed boy took a sigh of relief and looked for the pills Roman needed to take.

He found them lying on the floor and sighed. They must have been knocked over. He kneeled down and picked them up to place them on the table before heading to the bathroom. He did his business and stared in the mirror for a few seconds. His hair was a mess and his makeup was rubbing off. His clothes we ruffled and the bags under his eyes could be seen clearly now. He sighed and rubbed his hand through his hair. He stumbled back noticing something weird.

The reflection didn't move. Virgil rubbed his eyes and looked back at himself in the mirror. He waved his arm and the mirror followed. Virgil relaxed and blamed it on his exhaustion. He headed out of the bathroom and went to wake Roman up to give him his pill, but he wasn't in sight. Virgil looked around and heard a loud thump. He could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up as fear rushed through his body. Was someone in the house? Was it Roman? What was the thump? Virgil turned towards the noise and slowly walked towards it. The noise was heard again but softer.

Soon enough, Virgil was standing in front of the room the noise was coming from and there was no sign of Roman anywhere. He had calmed down a little and he reached for the doorknob to the basement and turned it. He pulled and flipped on the switch. The sound was heard and a gasp. Virgil knew this a dumb idea but he went down the stairs anyways. He turned and watched the scene in front of him.

There Roman stood, sword in hand, in front of a large creature. It was sickly pale and its limbs were as thin as poles and it's ribcage could be seen. Cuts littered it's frail body. The creature looked at Virgil and Roman followed it's gaze. His eyes widened and he reached out for the boy as the creature charged. Virgil's eyes widened and he stumbled back onto the floor. His anxiety was getting worse as the creature stood in front of him. It let out a loud wail and Virgil recognized this to be the noise he was hearing. Suddenly, the head of the creature was cut clean off and the body fell to the floor. There stood Roman, panting and sweating.

Of course he was. Roman was still sick. Virgil, minding the body, got up to catch the prince as he fell over.

"What was that?!" Virgil called, trying to calm down. Roman huffed and wiped his forehead.

"A tippie." Roman breathed.

"Let's get to my room, okay?" Virgil asked.

"Inviting me to your bed so soon? Buy me dinner first at least." The prince flirted. Virgil huffed and dropped him.

"Obviously if you can make comments like that you don't need help." Virgil crossed his arms and headed upstairs, ignoring the prince's apology called after him. He headed to his room and pulled out his laptop. He went to his search engine and typed the name of the creature. Virgil honestly didn't think these things existed, but when you've written a prince into existence, and see that standing above you ready to kill, you kind of stop questioning logic.

The emo scrolled down the page full of websites and images. Most of the pictures showed the creature with antlers, some with fur, or goat heads. None looked exactly like what he had seen. Virgil closed his laptop to think. How did Roman even know to go down there? Where did this thing come from? Why did it come here? Why did Roman know what it was?