Remus POV

"Did you kill them?" Virgil asks me. My eyes widen. How did he know?! I start to panic but I don't show it.

"Pfft. No, what makes you say that?" I ask, keeping my cool.

He gives me a serious look. "It's pretty obvious," He says. "You told me yourself that he would be gon soon and that you would make sure that he never hurt me again-"

"Oh! Speaking of that! How is your cheek doing?" I bring my hand to his cheek where he had gotten slapped, but he pushes my hand away.

"Remus! Don't change the subject." He snaps. I sigh.

"Fine. No, I didn't kill them. Why would I kill them? I was already struggling about Roman---" I start.

"Don't lie. You don't miss Roman. Your parents' abused you. Why didn't you tell me? I would have helped... although... I... uh... I don't mind the thought of you killing someone... To be honest, it sounds kinda badass." He says, looking away from me. I smirk and raise my eyebrow.

"Is that so?" I ask, resting my chin into the palm of my hand.

"Yeah. Also, why didn't you kill them earlier? I mean like they hurt you fro who knows how long." He says, giving me a worried look.

"Fine, I killed them." I dodge the question.

"No, you didn't." He smirks and looks into my now shocked and confused eyes. What? He was the one who accused me first now he's saying I didn't? What? "I want proof. Kill someone else, tonight."

I smirk. "No can do. I only kill those who hurt you. I could care less about what happens to me." I say, standing up and walking away. Virgil step in front of me.

"Really? Only for me?" He asks. I sigh.

"Would you love me more, if I killed someone for you?" I quote one of my favorite songs by Alec Benjamin titled 'If I killed someone for you'. 

He looks at me confused. "What do you mean 'love you more'?" He asks. " I mean, it would make me feel more special..." He says.

I grab his hands, causing him to squeak. I hold them for a minute then say, "Would you hold my hands? They're the same one that I used. . . when I killed someone for you!" I laugh.

Virgil looks at our hands shocked but he doesn't take his hands out of mine. I spot pink dust his pale, soft cheeks. "Y-you did? Only for me..?" He asks. I nod.

"Don't tell anyone though, or you'll be next," I say jokingly. He laughs along with me and then he goes quiet again.

"But... why for me? There are so many other people out there and-"

"None of them are you," I respond quickly and look into his eyes. He blushes even more.

"O-oh. So you would never hurt me..?" He asks, nervously.

"Of course not!"

"But why?" He asks. "Why all of this for me. Why is it worth it to kill people for me..?" He asks quietly.

"Because I love you," I say it straightforward without stuttering, although I feel my cheeks burning with blush. (GUYS HELP ME IM FLUSTER IRL BECAUSE MY FRIENDS ARE BULLYING ME A-AND IM FLUSTERED HELP THIS SMOLL PANSEXUAL IM HAVING A GAY STROKE I HAVE TO END THIS CHAPTER HERE CAUSE IM DYING)

546!!!! IM SORRY ITS A SHORT CHAPTER BUT I AM DYING. cya fangirls, fanboys, & fanpals!!!! >///////////<