Don't Look at the Moon (Complete!)

Six

I'm so sorry that this chapter is late and shorter than others... but I hope next chapter makes up for this one :(

Additional TWs: food mention, Remus being Remus.

Virgil had a terrible feeling about what was going to happen. He knew he should have just stayed barricaded in the room, should have never let Patton convince him to come out, even if Patton seemed like he was sincere.

"Anything that wasn't fully human should never be trusted," Virgil realized and decided to make his new motto. Maybe if he ever got out of the castle with Roman's head, he might pay someone with the promised reward money to embroider it on a cloak or something.

Virgil expected some kind of terrible dinner of blood or raw meat that he would wonder where it came from, but when someone entered the dining hall with a cart of food and set a plate in front of Virgil with a smile, he found it wasn't anything near what he imagined; there were no eyeballs staring back at him from a soup, there wasn't any blood dripping off the plate- instead it was just... normal food. It was the kind of food he always imagined rich people would eat- a large platter was set in the middle of the table, filled with food Virgil had seen when he stole from the governor and other rich people, but had never actually eaten before. Logan looked at Virgil with a small grin. Virgil just looked away after accidentally making eye contact.

The food looked amazing, but Virgil didn't want to make himself stand out anymore than he already did by reaching to get food, because was this little thing called anxiety that bothered Virgil every day.

"Everyone, this is Virgil," Roman stood up and gestured to Virgil. "He's from Governor Duke's town-"

Roman stopped talking once someone at the table started laughing. Roman just sighed, as if he were used to it.

"What's so funny now, Remus?"

"Ha! Cousin Dookie kicked out another one! What'd you do, look at him wrong?" a man dressed in green and black, sitting next to Roman asked Virgil.

"Remus, please. As I was saying, he's from Governor Duke's town, who, as you all know, wants to kill us, specifically me. Usually people he sends here are quite murderous, but there is a situation here: seeing as-" Roman was cut off again, this time by Logan.

"Seeing as Virgil shouldn't even be considered a criminal due to the poor economy and infrastructure, due largely in part to the Governor's habitual alcohol importation rather than creating jobs for townsfolk, I believe is an accurate statement."

"Okay, Logan, we know you think the economy is a mess, and to be fair, it is, but that is NOT WHAT WE ARE TALKING ABOUT." Roman sighed.

Virgil didn't move under the gaze of the vampires, all watching him as Roman continued.

"Virgil stole food and gold from the governor, among other people, to help his mother and himself to survive in, as Logan wonderfully interrupted me to call it a 'poor economy and infrastructure,' whatever that is."

Logan started to explain but was cut off by Roman again. "Shush, Pocket Protector. NOW AS I WAS SAYING, to be brief, the governor's a bitch."

This caused laughter to ripple across the table of undead, and even Virgil couldn't resist a smirk. He had never heard someone insult the governor so bluntly. Even in the dark corners of alleyways, no one had ever really dared to speak ill of the governor, in fear of being accused of a crime they didn't commit. But even though the governor really was a bitch, Virgil still wanted to go home. And to do that, he had to kill Roman.

He had to, if he ever wanted to see his mother again. But- were these vampires really that bad? He had been told his whole life that supernatural creatures would kill him as soon as they saw him, but maybe... maybe not everything was as he had been told? After all, they wanted to help him.

So would it be so bad to not return?