Warnings: Swearing. Blood. violence. Gay stuff. Deceits' name is Mortem. (I can only fix so much. . . All my books are mistakes and nothing more)

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Virgil kicked backwards, nailing the man behind him in the shin. Purples eyes blazing red in anger. This un-expected kick caused the man's grip to falter as Virgil managed to wiggle free. This man. . . Or possibly woman. . . chose the wrong victim. Virgil's breath was ragged and strained from panic, hands balled into bruised fists as his frantic gaze searched for someone familiar. Someone to help him. His gaze flickered towards roman briefly who stood there frozen, hands hanging loosely to his sides. His very breath trapped within his lungs. There he stood Silently alongside Logan who had a glare that spoke measures of hatred, a clear look of 'try something I dare you little sh*t directed towards the man' While roman himself felt the spark within himself die. . . He felt an urge to protect Virgil but he was scared to do so. Virgils gaze then spotted Remy who blinked a couple of times as if he couldn't believe what was happening. Where was Patton? Virgil wanted Patton. . .

The strange man managed to re-catch a lividly panicked Virgil in his grip once more. Virgils back being towards him while he panicked. His gaze searching for someone, left him open and vulnerable. An arm snaked around Virgil's waist while the other hand gripped Virgil's own pulling him to face him. The man leaned in close till their noses were almost touching, mint breath washing over a scrunched up nose. Virgil's purple eyes lit up in pure fury as fear turned into anger. He very much wanted to deck this man. Despite his gorgeous gold eyes and curly chestnut hair that parted to one side. A bowler hat upon his head for some reason and a devilish smirk upon smooth precise lips designed for a spokesman. Virgil shook his head. . . No, stop. The sound of rain could be heard pounding on the roof.

"Now who is this pretty little human?" The vulture winged man asked as if he knew the answer, his voice slithering its way across the room startling roman out of his horrified shock-

"That's enough Mortem!" Roman yelled, rushing over towards the other side prepared to give the deceiving one a knuckle sandwich or two. Wings puffed and ruffled while he approached. Remy watched in silence a burning feeling in his gut. Should he tell roman to stop? With that thought, Remy hanged his head in a shame only to shuffle further away from Logan, cause hell no! He wasn't gonna become a blood latte to anyone ever!

Mortem sighed. Watching Roman charged towards him like a bull chasing red. Deceit waited for the right moment then pushed Virgil away from him, simply stepping aside and throwing roman off course. His foot kicked out . . tripping roman over. Although before the angered one could hit the floor Mortem successfully caught roman. Pulling him close to his chest and clamping a hand over Romans' mouth.

"Enough of that okay. 'darling', no need to get jealous. I only love you!" The deceitful one spoke almost mockingly. a smile upon his lips as his eyes never left their watch of a dizzy Virgil who tried to regain balance after being released. Is his head foggy and confused?

Remy walked forwards towards Mortem. "Uh, do you think you could maybe? Just leave roman alone!?" He asked guilt eating away at his heart and bringing forth some courage. Logan looked towards the man with sunglasses in surprise. Only to focus his attention on Virgil. Approaching him cautiously and resting a comforting hand on his shoulder, whispering caring encouragement.

Mortem gave Remy a silent glare. "I 'love' him. . Why on earth would I let my bride to be go free!?" He exclaimed hands raised in the air dramatically, releasing a disgusted roman who scrambled away to freedom. You could hear the sky crash with thunder from outside.

Remy sighed. Rushing forward, brows narrowed in frustration and lips parted in concentration. on his usual tired face. Deceit paused confused. Only to flinch slightly as pale hands gripped the collar of his shirt. Strong arms lifting the shorter man up and across the room-

"THIS B#TCH IS EMPtY, YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!" Remy exclaimed cheerfully, only to-

"SH*T!" -Thud-

"I GOT THE SNACkS KIDDOS!!" Patton exclaimed energetically rushing out through the kitchen doorway his arms holding 2 trays full of peanut butter celery sticks-

Only to freeze in horror. Dropping his tray in shock.

The deceitful man, made forceful contact with the wall just as Patton had walked in witnessing the aggressive act.

"What is going on here?" Patton demanded hands on his hip, his tray of celery sticks now laying pitifully on the floor. (One star = one prayer for the poor celery sticks)

Remy awkwardly backed up and ducked behind Logan who still had a hand on Virgil who stood there in silent shock. . . . And roman, well roman was glaring at the vulture winged man with so much resentment one would think he witnessed him kissing his mother. Mortem rose to his feet giving the winged one a distasteful look at his coward attempt of hiding behind the vampire. Then decided to approach Patton making an assumption that he was the most liked person in the room. The rain seemed to get louder.

"Hello. The names Mortem and you are?" He asked Patton offering his hand for a handshake. Pearly white fanged teeth glinting in the light. "If you're wondering what happened I accidentally offended Remy and well he lashed out barbarically" He lied, giving Patton a wink. Patton hesitantly took his hand and shook it-

"Nice to meet you the names; Patton!"

"Patton don't trust him!" Roman demanded, reaching one of his hands into his sleeve and pulling out a fine, sharp katana. Patton tilted his head about to ask why when roman lept forward, sword aimed straight for deceits heart. The sounds of steel slicing through flesh mushed its way in everyone's ears. 'The sickening sound of tearing flesh'

Everyone froze as Patton's knees hit the floor.

Virgil was the first to take action shoving roman away forcefully. Kneeling beside his fallen friend just as quick. He felt for a pulse and sighed in relief, hands pressing against the wound In an attempt to slow the bleeding. Purple eyes beginning to fill with tears. The sound of lightning could be heard striking nearby.

"Roman!" Virgil yelled, "Tie Logan up!" He demanded as he noticed the vampire's animalistic expression as he took charge of the situation. The wing creature froze glancing at the vampire. Realization hitting him like a sack full of bricks. You could tell that Logan tried to compose himself but the smell of blood was mentally tearing his morals apart, the fight between humanity and instincts.

The deceitful man watched as the gorgeous human dealt with the other. Cool gold eyes scanning over virgils hands, pale and coated in blood, the blood of his friend. Smooth fingers like a pianist, pressing against an open wound. . White and red, like a candy cane. . . A beautiful combination. Deceit took a step forward, attention raising up towards virgils face. . Cute thin brows scrunched up, lips slightly parted as he focused. Forgetting to breathe slightly only to remember as a rush of air entered his lungs. It was like he was so focused his body's autopilot breathing shut off. Mortem sighed, mentally hating himself as he crouched down right by Virgil. A flimsy worthless human. What unearthly creature compelled him to kneel side to side with 'it' like they were equals?! He handed Virgil his handkerchief which he excepted without hesitation placing it on the open wound. The vulture winged man then continued to help the "human" care for the shapeshifter with much hesitance and annoyance.

Remy had managed to grab some rope . . .Although tying Logan up was another more complicated issue! So far all they managed to do was keep the vampire away from his dying friend. Roman glanced at Remy nervously as they backed Logan into a corner. With a few shouts, scratches and small inconveniences, roman and Remy had managed to tie the hostile beast that had taken control of the logical man to a chair.

Once Patton was helped onto the couch by deceit and Virgil the other two winged creatures approached. Roman being wary of deceit while Remy had taken to grabbing Virgil and hiding behind him. Due to him being taller than him and roman and slightly more intimidating than himself.

"Do you think he will be okay?" Roman asked the Emo with hope. . though his voice was also laced with confusion as his gaze landed on mortem 'why did he help?' he mentally questioned.

Virgil glanced at roman but refused to respond, angry at the fellow winged creature..

Roman feeling rejected decided to approach the vampire who was now mumbling under his breath."This is the worst day ever." Roman heard logan state.

"Cause I accidentally injured Patton with my katana?" Roman asked.

"No, because it is a little humid- YES BECAUSE YOU ACCIDENTALLY 'injured' PATTON WITH YOUR katana!" The vampire practically shouted, giving the winged one an Exasperated glare. Rocking in his chair to a small degree.

Roman flinched feeling extremely guilty only to panic as he felt a hand land on his shoulder pulling him away from the vampire.

"Its time for us to go." Mortem demanded. Logan bared his fangs at deceit. He may hate roman but, this man hurt Virgil and Patton. . . no one hurts his friends. . . Not unless they want to mess with him.

Roman looked at deceit like he was crazy-

"I say not. You do not have the upper hand here. Because I have a vampire on my side!" Roman announced giving the other a cocky smirk. Pointing towards logan, who suddenly felt kind of pathetic at the moment, he shut his mouth closed and adverted his gaze. Only to sneeze as Remy snuck up behind him with something.

Deceit blinked slowly turning towards where Virgil was now sitting, Remy no longer behind him as he went to the next level of caring for his injured friend, pulling out a medkit and beginning to stitch him up. Deceit then looked towards where the supposed 'mighty' vampire was, who was currently tied to a chair as Remy began dangling a string in front of the logical one's nose to tease him.

"I believe your plan B is a little tied up darling" Deceit Laughed" . . You are coming home with me!" Mortem commanded grabbing the red-winged man's wrist.

"I'd rather die."

"That could be arranged."

Virgil stood up walking away from his stitched up friend only to reach down and pick up the tray Patton had dropped. He then slowly approached the two arguing winged creatures who were literally ruining everything he's ever worked for! How dare they show up and drag him back into their world! TO. HELL. Will he go back there. . . Virgil chuckled almost in a way that would make one look insane.. . He won't go back and he'll make sure of it.

Deceit was now dragging a struggling roman towards the door during virgils little mental crises clearly forgetting about Remy.

"Wait!" Virgil called out catching deceits attention who in return let go of roman and faced the unknown to him a fellow winged creature. Virgil smiled. Fluttering his lashes, lips parted open in a pout his legs spread slightly and his hips angled in a way that showed off his shapely legs. Hands behind his back.

"What -" Deceit began only to let out an undignified screech as a fork longed its way into his shoulder blade, the deceitful man reached to pry the fork out only to crumple to the floor as a tray made contact with his head.

"Thank you, Virgil!" Roman exclaimed only to let out a horrified 'oh' as the tray also made contact with his head. . . .

"You know knocking roman out also was a little bit overkill, am I right?" Logan stated still glaring at a giggling Remy who was oblivious to what just happen. Still dangling a string in front of logan as if he was a kitten.

Virgil ignored logan approaching Remy and taping him on the shoulder.

"wassup, girl?" Remy asked.

"I need you to take care of them.." Virgil muttered jabbing a thumb towards where deceit and roman lay and walking off. Remy turned his attention towards where he pointed eyes blowing up wide.

"HOW, The frappuccino did I not hear that!??" The sleepy winged boi exclaimed causing Logan to roll his eyes. The vampire prayed God would strike him down and save him from the humiliation.

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The door flung open wide as Virgil stormed out, long silky black wing sprouting through his hoodie as he took off into the stormy weather. The rainwater surprisingly not seeming to affect his feathers that had banded together becoming smooth and tight together in the way that made it seem like he had the wings of a mighty dragon.

The anxious one stopped once he reached the edge of a cliff, he hovered slightly allowing himself to drop into the mud like ground. The wet grass reminding him that he forgot to put on his shoes. The Emo let out a sigh as he pulled up his hood sitting down, staring off into the distance. Breathing, just breathing. . . Letting himself calm down.

There he sat for minutes curled up into himself until a raven landed on his arm, carefully bopping him on the nose in a way to cheer him up, causing Virgil to slightly smile.