Fangs And Fur

27 - Beatrice

Alright, so quick note. Lynnewood Hall is a real place. It's basically a big, abandoned mansion, which is currently for sale. But just assume Victoria bought it in 2016, and it's been privately owned ever since. 

Roman was absolutely dumbfounded. Flabbergasted. Surprised. Astonished. Any word for it. Beatrice was... a vampire? No, it couldn't be right. There was no way. She couldn't be. He had spent all those years, believing he should avenge her, and the only way to do so was killing... her kind?

He looked at Virgil, who had calmed down, and was now just smiling softly at him. "I'm not lying, Ro. I know where she is, if you want to meet her. But it's far away." Far? She was at least ten years away. If she was a vampire, she hadn't aged. But he had... Without her. 

Roman stared up at him, and let a glint of hope light up in his eyes. "Really? Where is she!?" He asked, desperately. If there was a chance of seeing Beatrice again, there was no way he wasn't going to take that chance. It was Beatrice, after all. He had given up hope a long time ago, but now, it was coming back to him.

Virgil took his hand, and gave it a calming squeeze. "She's in Lynnewood Hall, in Pennsylvania. We can get there before sunrise if we hurry." He said gently, clearly knowing how desperately Roman wanted to see his sister again. Why wouldn't he? It was written all over his face, in his body posture, and his eyes. Roman nodded eagerly. "What on earth are we waiting for? Let's go!"  

Virgil chuckled, and stood up, pulling Roman up with him. "I have to get something first, alright love? I promised to bring it to Victoria." Roman nodded, blushing slightly from the nickname. But he supposed that Virgil would continue giving him such nicknames if he never objected to them. He shook off the thought. It was Beatrice first, then an emotional crisis about whether or not he should be with Virgil. 

Virgil smiled, and pecked his forehead softly, before he went off to find the object, and left Roman to wonder, and have a bit of the aforementioned emotional crisis. Was it really a good idea to be with Virgil? He was pretty much perfect in every way, and so loving and caring already. The only thing in the way was probably his own family, and his friend... But should they really determine who Roman wanted to love? 

He wanted to make his own decisions, and live his own life for once, instead of letting anybody else choose for him. He wanted to so desperately, but could he really? Could he really let himself loose of their control, and just go for it? He wanted to, but he didn't think he was strong enough. At least, not emotionally. Emotions were never his strong suit. 

But he didn't want to have to let somebody else do things for him, just because he wasn't strong enough to do them himself. He was the one living his life, and he was going to be the one to fight for his rights, wasn't he? Wasn't he the one that had stayed sane? It was him, and not Remus, that had been the rational one when dealing with the loss of Beatrice. But... then remus had gone away too. Maybe if he had not been so harsh on him for his way of dealing with the loss of their sister... He would have brought him with him? 

But if that happened, he wouldn't have met Virgil, and have this chance of finding Beatrice again. To see her again. At least once. 

Roman shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He didn't need an emotional crisis now. Beatrice now. Crisis later. So, he picked Chie up again, smiling a little bit as she snuggled into him, with a small, content fox sound. He began petting her as he waited for Virgil, who soon came back. 

In his hand was a small wooden box, that seemed handmade. In its sides, there were carved beautiful scenes. Virgil was holding it with care, and making sure not to tilt it even a little bit. He walked over to Roman, and petted Chie softly for a little bit, before resting his hand on top of Roman's, and intertwining their fingers. "Do you want to go now? I'll have to call Cordelia first, of course, but then we're already on our way."