WARNINGS::
•Talk of Murder
•Choking
•Backstories!! (Remus' might be a little upsetting to certain people.)
•Tell me if I missed anything please.

Patton smiled as he put the last batch of cookie mixture into the oven, moving on to washing his hands from batter. He grabbed a dry cloth and walked into the living room, ridding the water from his hands as he shufled next to his friend on the couch.

"Last batch are in and the first batch are cooling."

"Awesome!" Virgil smiled as he curled up against his friend before pointing the remote in his hand up to the tv. "Have you heard about this?"

Patton looked up and his smile fell, leaning closer to get a better reading at the words on the screen. "...He's escaped...?"

'Breaking News: The murder Remus Rodgers has escaped. Please do NOT leave your house at night. Do not be alarmed.'

"Yeah. And it's getting late."

Patton wrapped his arms around the emo and kissed his hair. "Please don't go now. We can have a sleepover! We have cookies any minute now and by the time their out, it'll start getting dark."

"Pat. I love you, but I promised my neighbour that I'd feed their pets while their on holiday."

Pouting, Patton rested his head onto Virgil's; the emo proceeding to hug closer to his best friend.

"I love you too, kiddo."

"Presides, who's gonna attack me? I'll probably scare him with my mighty emoness." Virgil smirked before looking back at the tv screen with the warning and the mugshot of Remus. "You know...In a strange way, he's kinda hot."

"Wow. If he wasn't a murderer... I could see it." Patton laughed before moving, allowing for Virgil to let go of him before he got up to go to the kitchen, pulling Virgil with him by his hands.

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Virgil pressed his lips in a thin line as he walked down the pathway at 10pm. The cold weather hitting his face; winter air pinching his cheeks and nose, fading them into a suttle pink. He pulled his jacket closer to his body to try keep the heat close to him before he stopped next to an alleyway. He clucked tighter onto the strap of his messenger bag and looked closer. The breaking news from a few hours ago, fresh on his mind.

"Is someone down there?"

No responds.

"Hello? Can I help you? I heard a noise."

No responds. Or so Virgil thought. He stepped forwards and peared into the lurking shadows of the alleyway, but instantly let out a shriek when he felt a hand wrap around his throat and a hand clasp over his mouth, silencing his screams. His back pressed against the jagged edges of the brick wall, the wind being momentarily knocked out of him apon impact. That's when he saw the eyes. The dark, green shining back into his brown. He couldn't make out any other feature, but the body movement, masculine shape and the eyes. The stranger placed a finger over his lips, indecating for Virgil to be silent. He nodded. The figure removed his hand from over the emo's mouth, but adjusted his hand around Virgil's neck.

"Y-you're Remus..."

"Yeah. No shit." The man -now knowns as the infamous Remus Rodgers- looked around the alleyway before stepping closer and gripping Virgil's hair, pushing his head against the wall. "Look. I'm gonna make this simple. You're gonna tell me everything I want to know and you're going to do as I say. If you're good, I might just spare your life."

"Bold of you to assume I want to live."

Virgil's eyes finally allowed the darkness to unaffect his eyes, this meaning he could see every feature of the killer. The jaw, the lips, the nose, the hair; even the smile. Remus laughed and loosened his grip in his hands.

"Real cute~ but let's be honest. Who really wants to die?"

"Why do you murder people then?"

His grip tightening around Virgil's throat as he pulled the emo closer to his face. "I only kill people who deserve it. If you disobey me, you'll be next."

Virgil nodded quickly, his throat in too much pain to speak. Remus loosenes his grip once again before placing his finger close to the other's face. "If you run, scream or call the police, you're dead meat. Got me?"

"Yep."

Remus slowly let go, moving to the other side of the alley as Virgil rubbed his throat, hoping to soothe it.

"1st question. What's in the bag?"

Virgil looked down at the black messenger bag before slipping it off his shoulder and throwing it at the jail-breaker. "Phone, wallet, a box of cookies and a spare, over-sized hoodie." Remus looked down at the bag with confusion as to why a complete stranger handed over his bag; opening it up and pulling out the contents to make sure, his phone and wallet as definatly not on his person. Opening the wallet, he looked at the info before looking at Virgil with a small smile. "Virgil Dean?"

"Yeah."

"I'll remember that." Virgil gulped and slipped down onto the floor. He couldn't run and he defiantly couldn't tell Patton. If he made it out of this alive, Patton would surely kill him.

"Where were you going?"

"Home."

"Percific reason or just cause?"

"Promised the neighbours I would feed their pets. They're on holiday."

"Who do you live with?"

"I live alone."

"Family?"

"No. They're a few hours away."

"Friends?"

"One close friend. I don't talk to others enough to be considered friends."

"Visit you often?"

"I visit them. They only come over in emergencies."

Remus nodded as he thought, looking around the alleyway before noticing something small on the strap of Virgil's bag. A pin, coloured like a rainbow.

"You're gay?"

"Yeah, got a problem with that?"

"Geez, don't get defensive. In a matter of fact, I am too."

"You are?" Virgil pulled his knees up to his chest and zipped close his jacket; for some reason, feeling less scared with his attacker being on the other side of the walls around them. "Why tell me that?"

"Because it's something I don't care about. I'm scarier than some homophobic prick."

It was silent for a while before Remus let out a shiver and Virgil quickly shot his head to him. "Have my jacket."

"What?"

"My jacket. In the bag. It's extra-extra large, might keep you warm."

"Why are you being nice?"

Why was he? "You haven't killed me yet."

"Oh, I get it. You're being nice in hope I don't kill you. Well I don't want your jacket-"

"No! I'm saying-... You have every chance to kill me and you haven't yet." Remus froze at the words before grabbing the hoodie and slipping it over his head. "Can I go home? I'd much prefer to stay on schedule so my neighbours don't get mad at me."

"Can I join?"

"What?"

"Take me with you?"

"I don't think-"

Remus pushed forwards and grabbed Virgil's neck once again, bringing their faces closer, Virgil's uneven heart rate compared to Remus' calm breath.

"Take me too your house or I will find it and murder you in your sleep."

"Why me?"

"As you said. I haven't murdered you, yet. You know who I am and you still offered me you're hoodie... probably the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me..." Remus slowly let go before crouching infront of him. "I used to live with my brother and he sure as hell hates me now, I can't just walts into a hotel and ask for a room. Look. I don't trust you to not call the police and you live alone, and going by even that small ounce of kindness, I don't want to have to kill you. So I need a place to stay, and I need to keep an eye on you. Seems good to me."

"What about me?! I'm not offering my house to a criminal. I'm not even offering my house. You saying that I have to live with you? Until what?! Till you get caught? Till you cleared your name? When I'm dead? Till what?!"

Remus rolled his eyes and stood up, grabbing Virgil's bag and packing everythjng back into it. "Until I know what the fuck to do with my life. Do you need a snicker bar?"

Virgil glared at him before pushing himself up from the floor and reaching for the bag. "You know what, fine. I'll let you stay in my house. But only-... and if only you go by my rules when you're in my house."

Remus handed the bag over, but shock written over his face. "You're agreeing?"

"Yes. Don't make me change my mind." Virgil slung the bag over his shoulder before walking closer to Remus, pulling the hood over the murders head and tugging on the pull-string so it hid some of his face by shadow. His features being harder to see in the dark sky.

"What are you doing?"

"You seriously think you can walk around and not get noticed."

Remus stood staring at the shorter boy with disbelief. He literally just threatened this boy and he's still willing to help? Was it the threat? Or was he acually this nice of a guy? Virgil searched through his bag to make sure he had everything, freezing up when he felt something soft on his cheek. Remus ran the back of his index finger across Virgil's cheekbone, pulling back after realising and standing behind him.

"...Thank you..."

"Why'd you do that?"

"Do what?"

Virgil spun around and gulped at how close they were together. "You touched my cheek."

"I can kiss you, if you want-"

"No! Just... why?"

"I'm not gonna kill you... but if I do, do anything weird... don't question it. I have no rhyme or reason to what I do, I just do. Scoodily boo."

"You're not going to kill me?"

"No... don't let it get to you're head, though. If you do anything, I won't hesitate."

Virgil just watched him for a moment before closing up his bag and gripping it tight. "Don't make me regret this."

"Cross my heart, hope to die. Stick a needle in me eye."

Virgil shook his head in hope to get that single thought out his head before starting to walk out of the alleyway, Remus close behind him. They walked side by side, Remus casually sliding his hand into Virgil's, earning a glare from the shorter.

"What are you doing?"

Remus lent forwards and whispered into his ear. "Acting. No one is going to suspect a couple to be hiding a murderer."

Ignoring his reasoning, Virgil carried on walking with his head facing infront of him at all times.

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Virgil had his house in sight when he finally slipped his hand away from the killer and shoved them into his jacket pockets, Remus glancing at him confused.

"I live there... if my neighbours even see me with a guy who isn't that one friend, they might get suspicious. Especially if I'm holding hands."

Remus nodded in understanding as the two approached the building, it wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. Virgil grabbed his keys from his jeans and unlocked the door, pushing it open and moving aside to allow Remus in first before closing it behind him.

"Nice place you have. You work?"

"Well, I need to get money somehow."

Virgil flicked the lights on just as Remus turned around, both taking in the others appearance.

"You're a mess... The bathroom is on the left if you want to take a shower and there should be baggy clothes that might fit in my bedroom opposite. Clothes are in the top 2 left draws. If you go through any of my stuff, you're out. Hear me?"

"Crystal clear, princess."

Virgil rolled his eyes before walking into the kitchen and grabbing 2 small bags and a larger one out of the fridge. "I'll be next door feeding the animals and I should be quick. It's only 3 guinea pigs and 2 rabbits."

"Why 3 bags?"

"2 fuits and vegetables. 1 bag of the acual pet food." Remus slowly nodded before patting his pockets down and looking around the living room. "Don't touch anything... bye..."

Virgil took one last look at Remus before stepping out the house and locking the door once out of sight. Remus smirked as he walked over to fireplace and picked up a photo frame. He examined each colour and every detail of the two boys smiling at the camera. One smirking and the other grinning. It was obvious to him that the smirking boy was Virgil in a purple jacket and a band-T, his hair died black and it flicking over his face, his right brown eye on show and the left peaking through. The friend had thin, silver, rounded glasses and his hair a dirty-blonde, mess of curles with a few pink and blue clips; he was wearing a blue polo shirt and dungarees with a grey cardigan around his shoulder. Two very different aesthetics. He placed the picture down and walked up the stairs, opening every door and looking into the rooms or closets. Finally deciding to get a shower, he walked back to the bathroom and locked the door after him, stripping down and stepping into the shower on the hottest setting - but not hot enough to scold his skin. Quickly washing his body and hair, he stepped out and grabbed the towel that was draped over a metal pole and wrapped the brissily material around his waist, finding a smaller one to towel-dry his hair so it wasn't dripping down his neck. He unlocked the door and walked straight into Virgil's room and too the top two left draws and opening them up. He looked at all the clothes before picking a black pare of joggers and a dark green shirt that seemed to cup his figure right, but managing to stay loose and comfortable. He guessed Virgil was a medium in clothes or even almost at a small in certain tailor shops, so it made him confused as to why such a small figure would own shirts that fit Remus in muscle. He was only a large, sometimes even his arm build would make him XL.

He heard the downstairs door open as he started leaving the room, he made his way down to the ground floor and walked over to the living room abd lent against the door frame as he watched the owner of the house move around the lounge, fixing blankets and putting the pillows in their correct space. Virgil turned around and let out a sudden shriek at the sight of the murderer. Placing one hand to his heart and the other hand over his mouth, Virgil calmed his heart before glaring at Remus who failed to contain a laugh.

"An announcement of your presence would be nice."

"You knew I was in the house."

"I wasn't expecting you to be watching me!"

"I'd mastured the art of sneaking around when I was 4."

Virgil rolled his eyes before pushing past him into the kitchen. "Yeah, well I'm jumpy so please don't scare me." Reaching the kitchen, Virgil flicked the kettle on and walked to a cupboard. "Hot drink?"

"Coffee please. One sugar, black - so no milk."

"Got it." He grabbed two cups and placed them onto the table, filling Remus' demand before creating his tea with 3 sugars and more added milk. Once the drinks were finished, he turned around and handed Remus the mug. Taking the mug, Remus took a sip before meeting Virgil's shock gaze.

"What?"

"That's freshly brewed. Scolding water and you take a sip like it's cold?"

"I did weird things as a kid. Okay?"

"Officially never asking again."

"Good." Remus took enother sip before walking his mug into the lounge and sitting on the couch, Virgil following behind. "Who's the boy in the picture?"

"My friend. The one and only."

"Very different to you. Isn't he?"

"Yeah but he's family. Brother, father or even as a dog."

"A dog?"

"He has moments when he starts acting like a lost puppy."

Remus quickly finished his scolding coffee and placed the mug onto the coffee-table, ignoring the coaster right next to it. "One friend, huh? Must suck if something were to happen to him."

"Is that a threat? Or are you genuine?"

"Either. Take a pick. Either one decides what views you have on me."

Virgil finally took a sip before looking at his hands, glancing back up with a smile. "He's everything to me... you're right, it would suck. It would suck like hell! ... I lied... I don't have a family. I was supposed to be a foster when I was 7, but my parents decided they wanted me gone for good and set me up for adoption. I went through family to family before I gave up at 14. I asked the care-takers to send me to a school so I wasn't completely stupid when I reached adulthood, that's where I met him. Few years after that, I became a legal adult and he found out then. I'm sorry... I'm rambling..."

"Oh no, I don't mind. Go on."

Virgil thought about it before taking another sip of his tea and placing it down. "His name is Patton. I swear if anything happens to him that links to you in the future, I might become the murderer."

Remus smirked and lent forwards, resting his chin on his palm as his elbow rested on the back of the sofa.

"He's innocent, care-free, loving and he treats me like his son." Virgil paused, shuffling closer and pointing his finger towards Remus' face. "I may have anxiety, and know that what I'm doing is-... is out of my mind! But for some ghastly reason, I'm not afraid of you. I mean it when I say 'Don't touch him'."

"Almost sounds like you love him."

"Of course I do. Pratically anyone would if you met him-"

"I mean romantically-"

"Eww-... he's a parental figure to me and I could classify him as a brother. I'm never gonna see him like that, maybe if he felt like it, I would give it a try or even if I needed to be a fake boyfriend cause he was getting harassed. But no. Anyway, he's fauning over this one guy he met online."

Virgil picked the mug back up and took another swig before looking at Remus with an intense stare. "I knew I said I wouldn't ask, but I just opened up to a wanted phycopath. What's your life story?" He placed the mug back down and copied Remus' position.

"Born and raised to be know as this perfect, sculpted, glass man and I got sick of the demands. Started sneaking around my house at 3 years old to try steal things from everyone I lived with. Started bringing dead critters from the woods behind my house to give as gifts to my parents at 5. Taught at 7 how to hold a gun by my father and uncle. Forced to be this idol of perfection until I was 18. Killed my father and made it look like an ancident when I finally snapped. Oh, can't forget I was 16 years old when I got kicked out of school. Murdered my mother at 19 when she started abusing me because I wasn't like my brother. Did fall for a guy at 20 and went on a murder spree for anyone who hurt him. He broke my heart, told me that he loved how my mind worked and how I would kill for him... then cheated on me with some brat. Killed everyone who upset me or got in my way but got caught and went behind bars. Broke out and here we are... scared yet?"

"No... you just had a tough time... but you didn't have to turn to murder to answer it though."

Remus lunged forwards and put his hand around Virgil's throat, applying a bit of pressed as he moved Virgil like lightning to the cushions of the couch.

"You don't understand anything about me! You don't know the crazy shit running through my head. You don't understand why I do what I do. When I kill, I have full control of why and how, I'm in control and not some parental figure breathing down my neck, telling me to be better. 'Stop being a disappointment'. 'Start being a Rodgers, Remus'. 'Be more like you're brother.' 'Be like Roman!'-"

"I-... I can't-... bre-At-h...."

Remus quickly took his hand away and held it to his chest.

"I'm sorry..."

"It's fine, just next time... please aim for my wrist and not my throat... or just don't?"

Remus nodded before curling into the corner of the couch. Sitting up once again, Virgil moved closer but didn't try to even touch the man.

"What about your brother?"

"What about him?"

"You've mentioned him quite a bit since we met."

"I think you should go to bed."

"It's only 11:40."

"When do you usually go to bed?"

"...1am... fall asleep at 3..."

Remus sighed before finally uncurling himself. "Got any movies?"

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A month has passed and the two grew closer. Patton never found out about the hidden man in Virgil's house and Virgil never found out about the growing crush Remus had on him. Remus knew all about his feelings, he knew from the moment he first felt his heart swell but he knew what it ment for him. He was a murderer. He is a murderer. He was going to get hurt, by rejection or how he did with his first love. He thought his last relationship was love, but to find out it was one-sided. He killed his ex... and bitch he cheated with. He didn't want to go through that amount of pain again. He always felt sad when he parted with the emo, whether it was when Virgil left to hang out with Patton or when he snook out to clear his head - meaning, doing what he does best: murder.

Remus currently lay in the spare room that Virgil had provided for him on the first night, and tossed over onto his side, his eyes wide open as he looked at the digital clock beside him. 3:15. His mind was racing to the point he couldn't cope. Standing up, he made his way out of the bedroom and down the hallway, being as silent as he could as he opened Virgil's bedroom door. Normally he would have gone to some poor, unfortunate soul house, but he really wasn't in the mood. Virgil knew Remus was the one behind all the kills, it was all over the news. He creeped over to the bed and lent over the sleeping male.

"Virgil?"

Nothing.

"Virgil."

Still nothing. Please don't find me creepy for this... Remus thought in his head as he lent closer and ran a finger down Virgil's nose, stroking down and repeating until the sleeping boy flinched and moved his hand to rid of the tickling sensation on his nose.

"Virgil?"

He opened his eyes, squinting into the dark and moving his head up to see Remus better.

"You awake?"

"Remus? What are you doing?"

"Couldn't sleep... my mind keeps racing..."

Virgil sat up and shuffled away to the side, flipping the duvet open and patting the spot beside him. "You can sleep with me if you want."

"What?"

Virgil laughed quietly and opened the covers more. "Lay down you fool~" 

Remus causiously layed down, his heart pounding in his chest at the slight thought of being in bed with the man he so desperately wanted to love. To call his. He closed the blanket over him and stiffened up, not knowing what exactly he was supposed to do.

"Dude, chill. Just lay down, relax and try sleep."

He shifted down and crossed his arms over his stomach, but his position instantly moved when Virgil removed his closest arm and slipped under, pressing his head over Remus' chest and wrapping his arm over his waist, his other arm curled underneath himself and pressed against his own chest.

"My turn to ask what you are doing?"

"Comfort. If your mind is racing, comfort of another helps to sleep. Works for me anyway..."

Remus smiled and wrapped his arms around the other, his heart skipping a beat and he could only hope Virgil couldn't hear the racing of organ.

Please don't hurt me like everyone else has...

Both eyes slipped shut and the two boys layed still, peace filling their minds and a smile apon their faces. Morning soon arrived and their bodies were a mess of tangled limbs, Virgil still held close to the criminal. Remus' eyelashes fluttered up as he gentally stretched his back and shoulders in the small space, trying not to disturb the emo. Virgil layed with his hand on Remus' shoulder and holding onto the fabric of his shirt while his head rested on Remus' chest like before. He stretched his torso as he woke up, instinctively pulling closer before letting go and rolling onto his back, Remus instantly missing the warmth around him.

"Good morning~"

"Morning..." Remus replied as he rolled onto his side, Virgil doing the same and closing his eyes for a moment before looking into Remus' green irises.

"Sleep better?"

"Very. Thank you..."

"You're welcome. Sometimes it's just needing someone there... guessing you had a lot on your mind?"

"I guess you could say that..."

"What was it? If you don't mind me asking?"

What was it? What was he thinking about other than the other beside him? Remus moved closer and smiled.

"I usually dissapear at night, as you know."

"Yeah, I know..."

"Do you hate me for it? Or hate what I do to them?"

"I mean... I understand your reasoning, and it doesn't scare me... but murder is bad and if you get arrested again, I don't want you to leave. That scares me."

That was shocking... did he mean it?

"You don't want me to leave? I thought you would be happy to rid of me."

Virgil moved closer as he shook his head 'no'. Their noses were close, almost touching and Remus' heart skipped a bit. Two smiling faces, so close together. "I've acually enjoyed you being here. I know I leave most days but that's only so Patton doesn't show up unexpectedly and find you here."

"I didn't deserve to meet you, Virgil Dean."

"But you did."

Remus chuckled before moving a piece of Virgil's fringe out of his eyes.

"I'm gonna stop."

"What?" Virgil froze before raising an eyebrow, "Really?... Why?"

"I don't want to worry you. Hell, I don't want to hurt you. I'll stop for you."

Smiling, Virgil lent closer, but stopping his lips conecting to Remus' at the sound of a knock on the front door.

"I'll go see who it is..." Virgik frowned before moving to kiss Remus' cheek, a blush rising to both of their faces. He got up and pulled his long sleeves over his hands as he made his way out the door and down the stairs. Another knock sounded as he reached the bottom and he quickly rushed over. He opened the door and his eyes grew wide.

"Hiya Kiddo! You hadn't replied to my messages so I came over to check on you!"

"Hi-ya. Pat."

Patton frowned and reached forwards, cupping Virgil's face and examining every feature. "Are you okay? Are you sick?"

"Patty, I'm fine. I just didn't expect you to be here."

"I messaged you..." Patton uncupped Virgil's face and walked in, waiting for Virgil to step aside first.

"Sorry, I just woke up." Virgil shut the door and laughed as Patton spun around the room with a smile, but he stopped and looked up at the the ceiling.

"Is someone upstairs?"

"What? No... Why?"

"I thought I heard something."

"Probably just he wind." Virgil laughed and moved into the lounge, grabbing the remote as Patton followed. He turned the tv on and handed the remote to his friend. "I'm going to go get changed, put something on while you wait. Okay?"

"Okay." Patton smiled, but noticed the anxious and mystery vibe Virgil used as he spoke.

Virgil rushed up the stairs and peaked into his room, smiling when he saw Remus still there. The criminal had taken his shirt off and was currently looking through Virgil's baggy clothes, already have changed his bottoms into a grey pair of joggers, seeming to fit the taller perfectly.

"You look good."

Remus shot up and looked at Virgil with wide eyes before smirking and walking closer.

"Getting brave are we? If you so desire, I'll keep the shirt off."

"Please do~"
Remus laughed and lifted Virgil over his shoulder, flipping him onto his back, laying him down on the bed before walking back to the draws. "Be quiet-, Patton's downstairs."

"He is?!" Remus turned around with his eyes wide.

"It's fine, he won't come upstairs while I'm changing. He respects my privacy. I usually take 2 minutes to get ready anyway."

Virgil sat up and quickly jumped off the bed, walking to the draws aswell and picking out a pair of black, skinny jeans with rips at the knees and a slightly baggy band shirt. And seeming to be without a care, he pulled his night shirt off over his head; only feeling the eyes on him after he done so.

"Now, that's a sight~"

Virgil laughed, pulling the clean shirt back over him, coving his pale torso. "Turn around, I need to change into my jeans."

Remus rolled his eyes before turning to face the opposite directing, respecting the others wishes, but a sudden curious impulse made his turn his head slightly, just as Virgil sat the skinny jeans on his hips and started doing the buttons up, Remus quickly turning his head back with a blush.

"You can turn around again."

Remus swivelled around and smiled, watching as Virgil moved to his desk and grabbed his makeup, starting with eyeliner before doing the black eyeshadow underneath. It was silent for a while before Remus stepped forwards and locked eyes with Virgil, both looking at eachother through the reflection of the mirror.

"Can I meet him?"

"What?"

"Patton? I want to meet him?"

"He's going to freak, Remus." Virgil spun to the criminal with a worried expression, but Remus just smiled.

"I said I would stop for you, if you want me too. And if you want me too, I wanna start now. You said he's like a father, yes?"

"Yeah...?"

"Can I meet the parent of the person who has shown me good?"

Virgil laughed before moving back to his makeup, Remus moving closer so they were beside one another.

"Earlier... before he knocked on the door..." Remus rethought his words, but froze when he saw the patient look in the browns of Virgil's eyes when they looked at eachother. He gulped before giving an awkward laugh. "You know me... so you should know I'm not usually as nervous as I am right now..." Virgil's smile faded, he moved closer and went to cup Remus' cheek.

"Virgie, what's taking so lon-" Patton stepped into the room and let out a short squeak at the sight of the killer. Everything seemed to freeze: Virgil's wide eyes as he stared wide eyed at his best friend, his hands drawn to his chest; Remus seemed to show no expression, but even his raging heart couldn't stop the ounce of fear to slip through his eyes. Patton's mouth dropped open  as his eyes were wide.

"Hi..." Remus gave an awkward wave.

I'M STOPPING IT THERE!!!! I realised you needed an update but I'm writing this as a book on my new account so I didn't want to give spoilers. The book isn't out yet but I'll give an update when it is. This is a rough draft so the book will be better spaced out and in more detail.

Bye Demons!!!