Castle of Devils

The Room and Someone's Memory

Warnings: oh boy do I have a treat for you. Dark memories, angst, tears, past death, blood, fangs, nightmare, violence. Let me know if I missed any. 

It had been a few weeks since Virgil had comforted Roman. Since then, they had more sleepovers in the living rooms. Tonight, was a rare exception. Both men were worn out; Virgil with dark memories haunting his thoughts, and Roman with a recent creative burst that had his hand writing pages an hour. He had only just stopped and collapsed into his bed to rest his mind and body. All was calm.

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It was 3 am. Roman had fallen asleep a few hours ago. Now, he lay sprawled across his bed, snoring happily as his dreams were filled with mysterious princes with stunning grey eyes and sparkling pale skin. Virgil's bed was empty. Instead, he moved through dark halls and down a dark set of cold, stone, stairs, and there stood a giant oak door. A wood bar sat across it, barring the door.

Virgil stood staring at The Room. It had been a long time since he had last step foot in The Room. And yet, he could still remember its appearance with crystal clear clarity. Nightmarish memories flashed through his mind in rapid fire. Virgil squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stop the scenes, but his closed eyes only made the images easier to picture. Virgil forced his eyes open. The images slowly subsided. For the moment.

Virgil stepped forward and tentatively placed his hand flat out on the dark door. Painful moments happened behind this door. Virgil liked to think he was far from the monster he was in The Room. He let out a bitter chuckle. If only that were true. It was indeed true, but Virgil's thoughts wouldn't dare let him think such a positive thing. The town’s fear of him and the castle helped even less. A fact that was brought up every time he tried to see himself in a positive light.

Virgil let out a sigh, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the door. The dark hallway was silent and cold as he gathered himself. He opened his mouth only to close it. Words rushing to be said not tying together right. He took a deep breath before trying again. "I-" he huffed. It really shouldn't be this hard to do this! He frowned, mad at himself before starting again. "I-I'm sorry. I know that's the most pathetic and ridiculous apology considering what I did but I just- I'm so sorry." Tears poured from Virgil's eyes as he began to break down. "I'm so sorry!" Virgil slid down to his knees. He leaned against the door as tears streamed down his cheeks. "I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have- I'm so sorry, Valak. I know you're here. I know you're listening to me, and I just want to tell you that anything I can do for you, I will. I promise. It's the absolute least I could do to make amends."

Virgil waited. No response sounded from inside The Room. Virgil closed his eyes and sighed. He pulled himself off the floor and walked back to bed. There was nothing else to say.

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Roman had been discreetly digging into the history of castle Dracul for a few weeks now. The information he found was interesting. The castle was built back in the medieval era and was built by a Vlad Stoker. But two decades later, it was taken by...someone. He couldn't find much information on who but a certain name kept popping up. Valak. The evidence sent shivers down Roman's spine. And he had to remind himself that there wasn't enough proof that a Valak had ever owned the castle.

The castle was then taken back by another Stoker. But Roman had yet to find any first names or anything yet. It stayed in the Stoker family from then until now. He found quite a few legends surrounding the place as well. Roman found stories pertaining to vampires and werewolves and ghosts that haunted the castle. He even learned of the famous Bram Stoker, the creator of Dracula living here at one point. It gave him excited shivers to learn that a famous writer had once walked these halls. Maybe he could finally write something he was proud of now that he was in a place a writer wrote a famous book.

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That night, Roman laid in his bed peacefully. He had finally closed the deed on the house with Virgil. He was slightly sad, they didn't have anything to work together on anymore. But he was also happy because he got to go home and Virgil would be moving to the same city as him. So..maybe he could actually pursue a...closer relationship with the other. He fell asleep with dreams of dates and kisses shared between him and his ever growing crush.

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Roman frowned. Where am I? He glanced around and noticed a man standing in the middle of a room glancing behind him, Roman noticed the double wooden doors behind him barred shut. The room was dark and cold. He turned back to the man and felt fear radiating off of him in suffocating waves. Tall, heavy waves crashing into Roman so hard he began to feel as if he was drowning. He forced himself to look back at the man who was wringing his hands as he paced nervously.

Roman jumped and whipped around to face the door as a loud bang sounded outside the room.  He glanced back to see the man staring at the door with wide eyes, half his face covered in shadows. He glanced back at the door before turning around only to jump again as he found the man standing in front of him, scales traveled down the right half of his face and a yellow snake eye replaced his right eye while the left was a cold brown.

"Wha?" Roman breathed heavily.

"I'll show you." Suddenly, Roman was standing where the man once stood and a great thumping began sounding off rapidly outside the door. Monstrous footsteps thundered loudly through the door until it blew off its hinges, splintering instantly as it slammed into the wall behind Roman. He screamed and cowered before the person standing in the doorway.

"VALAK!" The voice bellowed. Roman's eyes widened in fear and disbelief. No, it-it can't be!! Roman blinked and suddenly the monster was in front of him. Tears flowed from Roman's eyes as he stared at the face before him. He knew those eyes. Those sparkling grey eyes that lit up every time they looked at him or anytime they got into a playful debate. Those beautiful grey eyes that Roman had come to fall in love with, had now gone dark and cold and evil. Blood dripped from sharp fangs down a pale moonlight chin. "It's time you reap what you sow, Valak," the voice roared.

"Please...no..please," Roman begged as he trembled violently, tears streaming down his face. "Please, Virgil! Please! N-"

Before Roman could finish his "no" Virgil had ripped his throat out.

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Roman bolted up out of bed drenched in sweat, his heart racing wickedly. Roman tumbled out of bed quickly. Somehow, knowing exactly where to go.