Fangs And Fur

Oh No...

(I'm running out of ideas for chapter names. I would be very happy if anyone could comment a good one.)

Virgil nodded, smirking slightly. He flicked his wrist, and the Shadow Falcon came out of it to get him a small glass for Roman to drink his blood from.

He noticed a blush on Roman's cheeks, and once again, thought he looked utterly adorable whenever he blushed. It wasn't normal to Virgil that somebody caught his attention so much in such a small amount of time, but Roman definitely had.

And Virgil, surprisingly, didn't mind that. "Good. After we've done it, I'll have to change into some more appropriate clothes for the small meeting with Marlene. I'm sure we could find some for you too, if you would like any. We're off to visit her at seven." He told Roman, who nodded.

"I'd... Like some clothes, if it wouldn't be any trouble." He admitted, and Virgil nodded. "Alright, it won't be any. I think that I could get Bellatrix to get some that might fit you." Roman seemed to pale at the mention of Bellatrix, and Virgil sighed slightly.

That crazy lady had surely left an impression in him, and by the looks of it, it hadn't been a good one.

Virgil decided to reach over, and grabbed Roman's hand, with a reassuring look in his eyes. He used some of his Lord powers to make them calming, which lead to them shining slightly purple. But, it also cancelled out his eyes' hypnotic effect, which was a great help.

Roman looked into his eyes, as a reflex, it seemed. And he calmed down slightly. Virgil smiled a little at him. "I won't let anything happen to you. At least, not while you're in my house. I would be a very bad host if so." He told Roman, who nodded shyly, red growing on his cheeks once more.

Virgil closed his eyes, deactivating what he had done with them. He made sure not to look Roman in the eyes when he opened them again.

Their little moment was disturbed when the Shadow Falcon came back with a small glass. It was a shadow of a glass, until the Falcon came back into Virgil's arm. Then, the glass was a glass again.

Virgil caught it right before it hit the ground, with the hand that he had just used to hold Roman's.

Virgil placed the glass in the small table, and used one of his sharp nails, to pinch a hole in his arm. He watched a dark red, almost black, liquid run down into the glass. But the hole in his arm healed itself after a few moments, so there didn't end up much in the glass.

Roman looked at the glass, not looking very excited to drink what was in it. Which was understandable.

Virgil moved the glass over to Roman. "You don't need to drink much of it, barely even a sip. But the more you drink, the harder it will be for her to control you. But the side effects will also be stronger." Roman looked at the glass, and nodded slightly.

He took it, and brought it up to his lips. He quickly drank about half of it, and made a face of disgust at the taste, while Virgil looked at him, slightly amazed. "... Roman?" He decided to ask, and the other man nodded. "Yeah?"

Virgil shook his head slightly, and let an amused smirk appear on his face. "I don't know if you're brave, or just an idiot, but I don't mind either." He decided to say, to which Roman looked puzzled.

He tilted his head slightly. "Why?" He asked, clearly confused. Virgil pointed to the half empty glass of blood on the table. "Vampire blood is practically an acid. It can cause a lot of stuff, especially the blood of a Noble. For example, if you just drank a little, then you would only be temporarily claimed, but if you drank as much as you did now, it's permanent."

Roman widened his eyes, anger glaring up in them like fire. "Well, why didn't you tell me that!?" He asked angrily, and Virgil put his hands up in defence. "Well, for one, I didn't think you would even drink that much." He said, and Roman just shook his head, and crossed his arms, looking away from Virgil, who instantly felt bad.

Virgil sighed, and leaned over to try and take Roman's hand again, or at least place a hand on his shoulder. But Roman swatted his hand away.

Virgil decided that it wouldn't be the best to touch Roman then, and decided to begin to explain himself. "Look, most of the things it does aren't bad, and are stuff like making you a bit stronger, faster, more agile, and strengthen your immune system, along with giving you the ability to live for longer. But some of the more problematic side effects are carnivorous tendencies, and paleness. Sometimes, your canine teeth get sharper. And then there's the thing with how it'll be harder for you to resist if I give you orders u-" Virgil didn't have the chance to finish his sentence, because Roman blurted a, "What!?"

Virgil sighed again. "Using my Noble voice, as it is called. It is a magical ability. Let me speak. I nearly never use it, and if I ever use it on you, just know that I didn't mean to." Roman was still rather mad, judging by his expression.

Virgil decided to try and reach over again, but his hand was swatted away once more. He sighed again. "I'm sorry, I should have told you, but I didn't think you would drink that much." He mumbled to Roman. He wasn't good at apologies, but he tried.

Roman let out a huff of air, that sounded something in between amused and annoyed. "Oh yeah? Well, sorry doesn't cut it. Because I just found out that I'm forced to carry out the orders of some ancient walking corpse." He said, glaring at Virgil, who just felt worse because of it. "I would never intentionally control you, Roman. But on the bright side, it'll be really hard for Marlene to give you any orders."

Roman let out a dry laugh, completely devoid of any amusement. Virgil sunk further into his seat, not wanting Roman to dislike him. "There is no "bright side" to this, Virgil. We'll just save Patton and Logan, and then I'll never have to see you again." He growled, and Virgil gave a small nod.

Roman stood up, and sent a final glare at Virgil, before he walked over to the door. "I'll be in the guest room. I don't need any company." He said, and exited.

Virgil gave a small nod, and looked into the fire.

Another thing he hadn't mentioned was that it could physically harm the Noble that had claimed somebody, if they had strong negative emotions.

And where Virgil had just felt fine, he could now feel a throbbing pain in his left leg. And that hurt him more than any silver weapon ever could.