Tales From The Dark - A Sander Sides Fanfic

Chapter 1: Late Night Troubles

TW: MENTIONS OF ABUSE. 

*Virgils P.O.V*

                                      The castle was horribly quiet which was never a good sign, usually a small gust of wind would be at least one sound around here. Tonight though? Nothing, silence. There was no sound when Virgil had awaken from his nightmares. They always seem to happen when he least expected it, which is why it was jarring him so. He wasn't even allowed to be awake right now! It looked to be about one in the morning outsde judging from the small ilumunation of a sun peaking out just above the small hill. Here where Virgil and the other sides lived, the sun usually peaked and showed up early compared to other places which it usually showed at around three am, much to Virgils dismay. The small Omega walked up to his mirror inside of the small cell he called home. The small window giving some calming smells of roses. Which were the Alphas favorites, by Alphas.. He means Roman. He always caught Roman sniffing and smiling at the garden that he loved so much. One of the only times he sees Roman not screaming or slapping someone. The boy shivered and moved even closer to the large mirror which was placed against the stone cold wall. He wanted to make sure he wasn't dirty so if he needs to ever leave the cell to calm down, he won't get yelled at.. hopefully. 

                                      The Omegas thin pale fingers traced up his arms feeling the heated bruses, they always looked like a sunset to Virgil. The pretty purples to yellows to blues made it seem like he was the ocean, and the bruses were the sun slowly setting on his tender skin. He always got bruses or random things. Eating too much or too little caused Virgil to get yelled at by Roman who then caused Thomas to yell at him too. No one bothered to help him either, granted, no one could. Last time someone did try and help they ended up beaten and brused. There are too many Alphas here in this damn place for Virgil to even try and escape. Or even try to be treated equally with the others. All the Alphas see them as are objects, something to be mated with or used as a milk fucker. He hated being an Omega. The more he thought about the cruel shit that goes down the more his lips felt dry and his throat almost closed. He swallowed thickly, touching his own fluffy hair. At least they let him shower.. provided an Alpha or Beta was present watching the whole time. Sick fucks. Virgil signed and looked at the door, it wasn't ever locked which both made him happy and terribly scared. Why would it be open all the time??? He doesn't even have a key for his own fucking room, so why the hell is the door always unlocked?

                                     Virgil just shook his head and turned around, he didn't want to stay here when he was anxious. The boy grabbed some clothes, a small hoodie that was made to purposefully show his ass, and some shorts. No one would be awake this late at night so he could care less what he wears around. He doesn't own any shoes either, he wasn't allowed to own any shoes for some stupid ass reason. Which always pissed him off as well, so he can shower and wear clothes but suddenly socks and shoes are impossible to own because he's an omega? Ok asshole. He hardly thought about his nightmare while he moved out of the cell, saying bood bye for now to his small yet comfy dog bed and my chemical romance posters. Despite living within a castle they didn't really own much old stuff, unless you went into Romans room which is filled with 'Royally sexy furnature' according to Princey. The castle actually has a tv set up, a basement which is where Virgils and the other omegas rooms are, a first and lastly second floor for the Alphas. 

                                'I need to focus, if I make it to the kitchen I can drink some water and calm down' he had to remind himself as to why he was leaving is room, to calm down his fast heart beat. He couldn't believe he forgot about his fast beating heart. He always was anxious about his nightmares and even more so about being caught. His hands staying firmly on the door. Does he really want to risk it? Just to drink some fucking water of all things? What if Roman is up?? Oh fuck what if Thomas is up? He shivered  and pushed the door open, guess he doesn't care. He doesn't want to make people angry but surely they won't hurt him for getting fucking water. He isn't mating with anyone and he isn't being weird, so hopefully if he does get caught he doesn't get hurt. He opened the door, hearing a slight creek but nothing loud enough for anyone in the basement to hear.. not sure about the first floor though. He of course didn't want to even think about someone on the first floor hearing him, so he just walked out. 

                                  The basement wasn't really good but wasn't exactly bad either, sure the floor and walls are made from brick so it was cold as fuck, but hey! Not that bad when you get used to it. He always disliked how the basement smelt though, the smell was almost always sour because him and the other Omegas here are distressed almost hourly. Which never was a good thing to begin with. He did love how big the basement was, the cell rooms are big too.. depending on who's omega you were. If you were an unclaimed one like Virgil is, then you have a smaller cell. Not that he cared, because that just means he can be free plus he isn't clausterphobuc either. The boy made his way towards the very creeky stairs. Something he presumed Thomas made in order to be alerted when someone even just sits there. Luckily, there's a way to get up without any creeks. He went up the stairs looking like some weirdo, with his thin legs going to the very edge of the stairs and walking up. That's how you do it, otherwise you step once and the stairs creek, anyone who's sleeping on the first floor can hear it. 

                                      Once he made it up the stairs like a lunatic, he made his way around the wooden floors quite easily. For some reason the floor here isn't creeky. Maybe because the Betas on the first floor are allowed to move whereever the fuck they want and not have the posibility of getting yelled at, at least not by much. He doesn't know all the rules for the betas here but he knows the basics. He at least could smell the roses better up here which was already helping him a lot when it came to his horrid anxiety. He rushed past the livingroom, then the dining  room, soon being inside of the kitchen. He didn't smell anyones scents so he felt safer. No one was up then.. right?? He nodded, yeah, that had to be the case. If he didn't smell anyone then no one was up, he agreed to that statement and made his way to the sink. Grabbing a cup from the cabnet, taking the glass cup and filling it up with cold water. No lights were on so he figured he was safe to drink his water. A successful adventure at least for this one has to offer. He sighed quietly, satisfied with his drink, placing the cup inside of the sink. He started washing the cup, smelling the sweet smell of vanilla in the  air from the soap. He washed it being aas quiet as possible, putting the cup away in the cabnet. He was about to turn away when he heard a cup being placed down, and a small smell of paper with a hint of lime. 

                                    "Good Evening, Virgil" The cool yet serious tone of voice was so sudden he whimpered. The boy knew him all too well, that was Logan. His voice is all too familiar. He didn't seem mad though either. He noticed Logan seemed to be awake but tired at the same time. So, he didn't seem aggressive. "Hello, are you going to speak?" Virgil looked up from his sudden dizzy spell and noticed  Logans cold thin finger touching his chin. Logan was the only one that actually has some fucking manners. He doesn't force himself onto others but he does hint at what he wants sometimes. He isn't some rude alpha but he did sometimes get angry like one. Logan was a great Beta and that's probably why the omega wasn't scared, much. "Hello Logan... I uh, was just up to get some water so I should get going" The emo male whispered out, however he noticed Logan wasn't letting go of his chin and instead calmly pulled him into a hug. "I do not wish to harrm you, but it wasn't be wise to leave the kitchen right now. There is a small favor I wish to ask of you." Logan spoke, his voice calm yet firm. Logan pulled Virgil into his lap like he usually did when he was having troubles with Patton. Patton being his mate. Virgil didn't say no, since him and Logan are somewhat close, and instead laid his head against the males chest. "What's wrong this time?" he inquired, looking up at Logans soft lips which were in a thin line. He was clearly distraught, and Virgil wanted to find out why.