Yandere Virgil

Chapter 4

Warnings: Plotting murder, blood (very brief), blades, one-sided love, injury mentioned, torture mentioned, vague reference to dead/left parent, mentions of Remus 

Ships: One-sided Moxiety

    Virgil had a job to do, but the time he had to do that job trickled through his fingers. And now he found himself on Wednesday afternoon of the last week he had. He was scared and planless and had two and a half days to murder Damion, before...he wasn't really sure, but if last time taught him anything he didn't want to find out.

Damion was hard to track down and even harder to find alone. Out of his whole three weeks, Virgil had only seen Damion twice, and both times Damion was surrounded by goons of his, leaving Virgil no room to 'work'.

"Virge? Hey, Virge you there?" Patton's voice questioned from the other side of the phone. Virgil sprang back to reality, almost falling off his bed. "Oh, sorry Pat...just...thinking," Virgil said, hoping Patton couldn't hear the quiver in his voice. Virgil and Patton had grown closer and closer over the past few weeks, and Patton had slowly started to calm down a bit from what had been happening (though he was still very protective over Virgil). "What were you thinking about?" Patton asked, "Just...an upcoming deadline I don't know if I'm gonna make." Virgil said, hoping that he had convinced Patton. "Ok, just don't worry too much, ok?" "Ok, Pat" If only you knew Pat Virgil thought to himself if only you knew.

Virgil walked to class on Thursday morning, with his hood up and anxiety pulsing through his veins. He had two days to find Damion. He walked into his math class, and despite being one of the first ones there, he took his seat he always did in the back of the class. Unable to contain his anxiety, he got out his binder to grab a piece of paper to doodle on. While rummaging through his bag Virgil found something that 'inspired' a way to remove Damion. Scissors.

Pulling them out of his bag, Virgil ran his finger along one of the blades. Slowly, a single drop of red blood seeped out of his finger and ran down his hand. 'These' Virgil thought, 'will work perfectly'.

Virgil knew that he couldn't walk up to Damion and simply stab him, heck he wasn't able to walk up to Damion without getting shoved or punched by one of their goons. No, Virgil was going to have to be creative.

Like most of the days through the weeks though, Virgil couldn't find Damien anywhere. He wasn't at lunch, in any of his classes, or even waiting outside the school with his group of goons. Wait, why would Damien's group of minions all be waiting outside the school if Damien wasn't there? Virgil slowly began walking towards them till he heard a shout from behind him, "Virgil!" Turning as fast as he could on his heel, Virgil turned to see Patton running towards him. All Virgil's curiosity of what Damiens group was thrown out of the window as soon as he saw Patton. Being with Patton removed all his worries of what was going to happen, all his anxieties of everything that was happening were removed as soon as he saw Patton. Patton seemed to almost fix everything. Like a ray of sun in Virgil's typically black world.

Patton soon made his way over to were Virgil was, half out of breath. "Wa..wa" Patton started saying through sharp breathes, "what are you doing walking towards Deceit's group?" Patton asked curiously. Virgil turned around to look at said group, "I was just wondering what they're up to" Virgil said, trying to sound as innocent as possible. Luckily, Patton seemed to buy it, "I'm not sure, maybe preparing for there case on Friday." Patton said, now also looking at the group of delinquents. "Case?" Virgil asked. "Ya their case. Deceit and some of his group are getting questioned about the..." Patton paused for a moment "murders...". "Oh...that case," Virgil said, grabbing Patton's hand and giving it a comforting squeeze. Patton looked up at Virgil and gave him a small smile before looking down again, "let's go home," "ya that's a good idea".