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Anxious Spirits

Summary:

-Virgil keeps having nightmares and visions of his death and Roman is somehow connected.
-Roman has always been the town outcast because of his ability to see spirits, but then he moves to a new town where a seemingly kind ghost helps him gain popularity. Everything is going smoothly until a geeky mind reader and a bubbly healer find out that he isn't as normal as he appears to be. At least....he thinks everything is going smoothly; however, Virgil's instincts still say otherwise.

Notes:

Warnings for full story: gaslighting, abusive relationships, blood, and major character death

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Chapter 1: Prologue: A Nightmarish Beginning

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It was always the same nightmare that haunted Virgil.

It started off innocent enough. He was flying through the clouds, feeling the breeze ruffle his hair. He felt alive, so much more alive. The lights of the city could be seen from above, a beautiful blur. And he was free from all his worries.

Unfortunately, that freedom never seemed to last.

A massive dark shadow would throw him off course. A monstrous chuckle echoing in his head as he was left dazed and confused, the darkness overtaking him.

Deep crimson eyes would reveal themselves and then a hideous mouth full of jagged teeth. The thing would speak in thunderous tones, delighting in Virgil’s fear.

“Death could have been the end to all your problems if you had just joined me. But no, you had to vow your loyalty to THEM,” it snarled in disgust. “And for what? You think they love you? You think they could love a corpse? Don’t be so stupid. All they have ever done is pity you.”

Virgil staggered backwards, clutching his head as the sharp words reverberated within his skull.

He struggled to find his voice amidst the pounding in his head. “N--no, you’re wrong!”

“You’re nothing more than a foolish, ignorant child.”

Virgil steeled himself to look into those piercing, hate-filled eyes.

“It doesn’t matter if they love me. I will protect them no matter what. That’s a promise.”

The awful thing smiled with it’s sharp, crooked teeth. It’s eyes narrowed, looking straight into his soul. “You speak the truth, but there is something more to it than that. You love him. Your childhood friend. Your knight in shining armor….” The monster’s grin stretched wider and wider as it spoke directly into Virgil’s mind.

“....Your Prince.”