So I was supposed to post this on Wednesday. Sorry about that. And I'm just now realizing how long it's been since I've updated so sorry about that too. I'll be updating some other fics too and a whole brand new fic and I'll be adding a fic that I haven't added here yet so if you really care you have that to look forward to.
Warnings: mentions of past death, mentions of temporary death, past blood mention, deceit, let me know if I missed any.

Virgil sat bolt upright. His eyes widened as he took in deep breaths, he glanced around his room, taking in the various dark objects standing out in the darkened space. He frowned as he climbed out of bed and opened his safe. He could tell there was something different in the air. He bit his lip as he grabbed a stack of cash and quickly moved through the castle and snuck into Roman's room. Not even worried about being caught since he already knew the owner wasn't there, Virgil placed the money in Roman's things. He was prepared for the worst, and now? It was time to face the music. 

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Roman crept through dark cold halls, his footsteps as light as he could make them. He slipped down the icy stone stairs, the air around him getting colder the closer he got to his destination. He walked down a dark hallway with fear and trembling. He only stopped once he came to a giant oak door. He frowned as he noticed the wood plank barring the door shut. With a quick glance around, he surged forward and removed the bar and set it against the wall. He reached out to open the doors but stopped just short from touching the handle. He was scared. Scared that he was going to find out that what he dreamed wasn't just a dream. He was scared of what he would find inside the room. He was petrified. He didn't want the cashier to be right. He didn't want to do what he promised. He didn't want- Roman's train of thought broke off as he heard the unmistakable sound of creaking wood. 

Roman watched in frozen horror as the door creaked open before him. His heartbeat rapidly in his chest as he caught the first glimpse of the room behind it. He somehow knew exactly what it would look like before he even saw it. Flashes of a memory that was not one of his own. It flashed through his mind as if triggered by the small glimpses of the room before him. He slowly pressed forward despite his fear and entered the room. 

Roman felt an ice-cold chill shiver up his spine. In an instant, candles lit up in a row along the walls. The room was bathed in an eerie light and he soon discovered that he could see his breath as it blew out into the air around him. Roman wrapped his arms around himself as he inspected the room as much as he could in the dim lighting. There were cobwebs all over and a titanic amount of dust layered everywhere. It looked exactly like it had in his dream. It was terrifying. 

Then Roman glanced down. He suddenly noticed a dark spot on the floor. His heart leaped. He shakily got down on his knees to get a closer look. Brushing away some of the dust he took a quick intake of breath. On the stone floor, there was a big stain on the floor. Although pale and quite faded, the original color was easily distinguishable. Red. But not just any red. Not an apple red, not a neon red. It originally had to be a deep crimson red. A blood-red. 

Everything was beginning to weigh down on him. It was all crushing him. The dream. The room from his dream. The bloodstain on the stone. Thoughts rushed around Roman's head. Virgil? Did Virgil, sweet, loving, caring, sarcastic, Virgil actually kill someone? How?!? How could he?!?! Roman froze. What was that? A brief silence and then the sound came again. Roman's eyes shot over towards the doorway, the black of the night beyond the doors seemed to be alive as the shuffling sound came closer. Urgency shot through Roman's spine and began to backtrack. "No, no, no, no!" He whispered as he shook his head, frightened. Tears streamed down his face as his back hit the wall behind him. The cold from the rock seeped through his shirt as he began to shiver in fear. 

"Roman?" A soft voice called. Roman whimpered. Then, out of the inky shadows of the hallway came Virgil, his pale skin bright against the black behind him, his eyes dark and wide with concern. Roman nearly broke right then and there. This man, this man he had come to fall for over his time in the castle was a monster. A monster he had promised to kill. A monster he had let his guard down and fallen for. A monster that was probably going to kill him for that mistake. Roman let out a sob and slid down the wall as he stared horrified at the creature before him. 

Virgil frowned and crouched down a few feet away from the shaking man. "Ro? Are you okay?" 

Roman shook violently. "What are you?" 

Virgil blinked. The venom in Roman's voice shouldn't have surprised him, but it did. And it hurt. Virgil let out a high to mask his emotions, or at least attempt to. "You know. You wouldn't be asking the question unless you knew." 

"No," Roman said quietly, still trying to deny the facts laid out before him. 

Virgil stared at Roman, his face completely devoid of any emotion. "Yes, Roman. Go on. Say it."

Tears poured down Roman's face. "Why'd you do it!?!?! Why?!?!?" He screamed. Virgil stayed silent. Roman wiped the tears from his eyes and pushed himself to his feet. "You're a monster," he said and he carefully took a step towards the door. Virgil stayed sitting, his head following Roman's movement. "You're a life drainer." Another step back, two more steps and Roman would be in the hall. "You-you're a murderer!" He clenched his fists, his nails biting into his skin. "You're a disgusting vampire and I can't believe I let myself fall in love with you!" Roman slammed the doors shut and quickly blocked the door. He knew it wouldn't hold but he was hoping it would buy him some time. He raced through the castle and threw his things in his bags before racing out of the castle only to stop. 

In front of him, was the limo that had brought him here. The door to the back sitting opening, waiting for him. He bit his lip, unsure if he should take the car or not. Eventually, he decided it would be harder to run from a vampire on foot than in a car and quickly hopped in. The door slammed shut behind him and the car shot off through the gates on its way to the airport. Roman sighed and sat back against his seat and took a breather. Then he picked up his phone to work on finding the next flight back home. His heart hurt but he'd rather get as far away from that place as fast as he could. 

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Virgil flinched as he heard the squeal of tires as the limo left. He still sat in the room, the doors still shut before him. Words flew around his brain getting tangled with his thoughts. Love, love, love, love, love. Roman just said he fell in love with him. Virgil could hardly comprehend it. His feelings were returned. The man he had fallen for, had fallen for him. It seemed impossible to him. Things like this? Good things didn't happen to him. He was so happy he could cry. Roman liked him. He liked him! However, his thoughts soon turned dark as Roman's words rang through his head like a loud bell that wouldn't shut up until it made your ears bleed and keep ringing until you had gone deaf. Monster. Monster. Monster. Monster! Monster! Roman had called him a monster. He wasn't surprised. He couldn't be. He often called himself a monster. But it still hurt. It somehow hurt worse than when he called himself a monster. It felt as if someone had taken a hot poker and slowly pushed it into his chest, through his heart. It hurt so bad. 

Virgil broke out into sobs. He had finally found someone. Someone who saw him. Someone he felt comfortable around. He had found this person who he could actually see himself spending his life with. And he actually had a chance with him! Yet again, his stupid being got in the way. He hated this. He hated himself. He hated being this thing. He wanted to die. But that was yet another thing he couldn't do right. Another problem he was too much of a coward to fix. Tears streamed down his face as he curled into a ball. His heart hurt. "I just want to be normal," he whispered. 

Something colder than him landed on his shoulder and he jumped. He scampered back, his heart pounding in his chest. His eyes widened as he noticed Valak before him. "Virgil," Valak said carefully. He moved into the light to make sure his face was completely visible to Virgil. He crouched down. 

"I'm sorry!" Virgil choked out. Apologizing the millionth time for killing him. 

Valak shook his head. "Its okay." 

Virgil shook his head rapidly. "No no no no no." 

"Virgil, it’s okay. I've forgiven you a long time ago." 

"Then why?"

"I wanted him to see the worst thing you have ever done. I wanted to make sure he actually cared. You're still here, he didn't kill you. And now he's on his way to the airport. Clearly, he does care for you." 

Virgil let out a broken sob. "I'm a monster. He shouldn't care. He shouldn't." 

Valak frowned. He rubbed a hand over his face, the scales on the side of his face providing some bit of calm as he touched them. "Virgil, you have to go after him." 

Virgil shook his head. "No. It's better for him this way." 

Valak felt sorrow swell through his spirit. "What about you? What's better for you?"

Virgil blinked. "I-I'm destined to be alone. But it's okay. I've dealt with it before. Nothing new." 

Valak raised an eyebrow. "What about that house you bought in America?" 

Virgil bit his lip. "When Roman saw where it was, he got excited and said it was in his hometown."

"So?" Valak asked, trying to keep the hopefulness out of his voice.

Virgil sighed. "I-I can't. He doesn't want me anywhere near him. That part is clear. I'm going to respect his wishes." 

Valak let out a loud groan. "You've got to be kidding me!" He cried out, startling Virgil. "Dude! You can't just-" Valak sighed. "It's my fault you are this way." Virgil tried to argue only for Valak to hold up his hand. "You were scared and you didn't have your strength and emotions. You acted out against a threat. It's not your fault. Please, Virgil. You need to forgive yourself. I already have. Please." 

Virgil bit his lip. "I-he hates me. I don't know if I can-can bear to see that look in his eyes. Not his. Anyone else but his." 

Valak frowned. "You're a fucking idiot. He loves you! He told you this not twenty minutes ago! Just pack some shit and go move to that house and get yourself some Prince Charming kisses! Go! Be romantic and sappy and shit! Just please, stop blaming yourself. I had it coming. I know what I did wrong. I've come to terms with my death. Please, Virgil. Please forgive yourself. I've watched you for years as you tore yourself apart. Please. I've come to see you as a brother, please forgive yourself. Please." Tears floated up from Valak's eyes as he kneeled before Virgil. "I am so sorry. For what I did, I forgive you for what you did, I know I am partially to blame, just please. Please, please forgive yourself."

Virgil burst into tears as he watched the spirit of the man he first killed break down in front of him. "Valak, please. I forgive you. I do. And if it will make you happy, I will work on forgiving myself too. Please, forgive yourself." 

Valak let out a wet laugh. "We're just a couple of dead messes aren't we?" 

Virgil laughed. "Yeah, I guess we are." 

A few comfortable moments of silence passed between the spirit and the vampire as they composed themselves. Then Valak stood and look towards the door. "So, are you going to go for your Prince?" 

Virgil bit his lip, still unsure. On one hand, he didn't want to upset Roman. On the other, he wanted to at least clear things up with the man. He stood up slowly as he debated internally. "It will take some time to pack and move.." He said slowly. Valak turned to the vampire with hopeful eyes. "If it doesn't work, I can always just move back here.." 

Valak nodded his head vehemently. "Yes, please! Oh, my baby boy is growing up!" He said as he wiped a fake tear away.

Virgil groaned and tried to shove Valak only to fall through him and face plant it. Valak froze before he burst out laughing, his feet leaving the floor as he floated through the air, holding his stomach as he laughed. Virgil groaned. "I regret everything," he said into the stone. Too embarrassed to get up.

Valak snorted as he opened the doors for Virgil. "You're just a regular disaster aren't you?" He chuckled. "Now, go get your princey." 

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As Roman sat in his seat on the plane ride home, he couldn't help but feel like he had left his heart back in the room with Virgil. He bit his lip as he opened his phone and navigated to his photos. He found an album labeled simply V and after a moment's hesitation, clicked on the album. What must have been dozens of pictures flooded his screen. Each showing Virgil in some sort of way. Most of them were sneaky photos of the man-Roman paused. The vampire. He wasn't a man. He was a vampire. But even as Roman tried to dehumanize Virgil, he couldn't. 

He had never once felt threatened by Virgil in the time he stayed in the castle. Even after his nightmare, he was scared but deep down, he knew Virgil would not hurt him. No matter what he knew of vampires, he knew that Virgil was in no way, a monster. And he hated it. The villagers had told him of the devils in the castle and yet, all he saw was Virgil. 

Roman sighed and locked his phone. Hopefully, he would be able to forget all about this when he got home. He didn't want his princely duties to argue with his heart. It was already painful before he knew Virgil was a vampire for sure. And now, he felt as if he was being eaten alive. Roman huffed and leaned back against his seat. He closed his eyes and hoped that Patton and Logan would be free when he got home. He would need a lot of distractions to keep himself from breaking completely.