A clear day [open]

[Vergil Valentine]

Vergil had been tailing Preston for quite some time. Every so often he would follow the human around town like this. The shifter was quite interested in what Preston did when he was out on his own. Vergil hoped to eventually find the source of Preston’s depression, though this seemed unlikely. Preston hid his past away under lock and key. Whatever happened to him in the past made Preston the man he was today. It must have been something horrible. Vergil had taken notice to his deteriorating personality. Hell, Preston hadn’t slept in days. Something had to be bothering him. Unfortunately, Vergil’s couldn’t out right ask him. The shifter feared he would only upset him more. Besides, he doubted Preston would tell him what was wrong. This only sparked Vergil’s curiosity. The young shifter truly cared for Preston. Over time his feelings for the man evolved into something entirely different. Preston had shown the shifter so much kindness and love that he couldn’t help but to see this human as a potential mate. Of course Vergil would never share his true feelings with Preston. He knew the human didn’t feel the same way. For now this was nothing short of puppy love.

While following Preston around Vergil used his shape shifting abilities to his advantage. From time to time he would fly overhead as a crow or even scurry along the ground in the form of a squirrel. Despite his arsenal of animals it didn’t take long for Vergil to lose track of Preston. Everything welt to hell when Vergil stopped to investigate a trashcan in the form of a dog. He’d thought he smelled the delicious aroma of a half-eaten cheese burger, but to his dismay it turned out to be a rotten sandwich and a used baby diaper. Such a strange combination of aromas tricked Vergil’s brain into thinking it was something tasty.

Eventually, Vergil caught up with Preston. The canine waited out in the bushes as his roommate carried on a conversation with another human. From this distance Vergil couldn’t hear a damn thing the two men were saying. However, he could tell something was up. Preston seemed so upset. Vergil had been around Preston long enough to know the male was prone to these kinds of fits. He was a very emotional human being. The shifter had known this from the beginning. Still, he couldn’t help but to think Peter was responsible for his roommate’s sudden burst of depression. Sure, Preston had his moments but He'd never seen the male act like this. Whatever Peter said had made his dear friend into an emotional wreck. It was infuriating!

Without hesitating, Vergil leaped out of the bushes in the form of a white German shepherd. The snow white beast bounded over to the two men before coming to stop between Preston and Peter. He muscled his way between them whist giving a very high pitched bark. The hackles on the canine's body were spiked up like the quills of a porcupine.

It was clear that Vergil wasn't too pleased about this situation; more so that his roommate was suffering emotionally. The foolish shifter was missing a big piece of information from their conversation. Unknowingly, Vergil rushed head first into this situation, bearing his fangs when he wasn’t needed. It was a simple misunderstanding. Vergil was very protective of his dear friend. Preston had been the one to get him off the streets after all.

Vergil would do just about anything for his beloved friend.

With his triangle ears pulled back against his skull Vergil lowered his head. The snow white hound gave Peter a fierce warning growl. He didn't show his fangs, not yet. Peter didn't appear to be a threat. Vergil was just angry that Preston was as upset as he was. Vergil would still remain suspicious of this human. His furred frame wouldn't let him get any closer to Preston.

((I thought I'd jump in. I hope the post was alright, sorry it is kinda' long. Oh and plot-twist Vergil has a thing for Preston. I've been meaning to do something like this. Lol ))

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Although the thoughtful young presence attempted to comfort Preston with words of understanding it seemed to result in nothing; the troubled man stared agonizingly, dulled azure irises glazed over and disturbed by his own pathetic demeanor. Peter did not understand, he was indeed a sad excuse that did not deserve any pity that had been given to him. He should have died in that crash with his kin, it would’ve been easier on everyone that had unfortunately been cursed by his presence. Trinity wouldn’t have had to hurt herself in that sinister orphanage, Eva... Eva never would have spotted him shivering in the streets and taken him in. No one would’ve died for his sad life. He felt disgusting, like a cancer for all the innocents drifting in this sweet world. He had wasted his time with drugs, gambling... anything and everything that just dug your hold deeper until you were at the gates of hell begging for forgiveness that would never come. Preston was aware peaceful salvation did not await him in death... he had caused death of destruction his entire life.

A friend? Preston killed all of his true familiars and the few he thought would stick with him forever turned their back on him when he spent time in rehab, one of which tried to kidnap him a few months ago. Why did Preston think those were people? They were shells, sucking out the life of others for their addictions and trying to escape their problems. He couldn’t complain... he had been one for too long. What about Vergil? He had defended Preston’s honor countless times and although kept in the dark he was always there for Preston. He didn’t deserve a person like Vergil; paranoia haunted the fragile human daily in fear that his blood would destroy the only person hold him together. Vergil was strong, but so had been his mother, father, and dearest love but they were all gone. “I...I...”

Before he could continue, a white flash bounded between them and Preston flung backwards in terror, royal azure irises darting frantically for a way out. His sensitive heart lurched from his chest and his legs buckled once more, tumbling to his knees in utter exhaustion. It took massive amounts of energy just to raise his bobbing head to spot a vicious white dog posed in front of Preston as if shielding him from danger. He knew who it was and he tried to call out to him but nothing seemed to escape. He fumbled back to the trunk of a nearby tree, clinging for dear life as he attempted to stand.

“V-Vergil... its okay!” He gasped as he presented his famous half-smile. “Nothing is w-wrong.” Why was the shapeshifter here, did he follow the human? “I’m fine see?”

ooc; d'awww Vergil. The feels man Dx

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    Peter was trying to help, that was all he wanted to do. But it was rather obvious his attempts were getting nowhere. He could try as much as he wanted but he wouldn't force his aid onto Preston. That would most likely do more harm than desired aid.

    Suddenly a white dog appeared and Peter was forced away from Preston. Landing on the grass, Peter looked at the hound. He slowly got up but he wouldn't move the dog. He knew that dogs were protective of their owners, most likely this dog was Preston's. Well, Peter had never seen a shapeshifter before, so he didn't know that's what the hound was.

    "Sorry, I wasn't meaning harm. I was trying to help." Peter told the hound as he sat there.

OOC: Sorry it's shorter than what you guys did, I just couldn't think of anything for Peter to do or say sadly.)

[Vergil Valentine]

Vergil knew better than to speak to strangers in this form. Who knows what would happen if humans found out about his secret. Preston was the only human alive that had known about him. The others were no longer around; he'd made sure of that. Deep brown eyes glared daggers at Peter. What had this human done to make Preston so upset? Violence wasn’t Vergil’s nature. The male would rather talk it out than kill. However, he wouldn’t hesitate to tear down any living being that threatened his roommate. Preston was the only thing Vergil had to a family, and he would try his best to make sure the fragile human remained safe.

The shifter watched as Peter slowly got up. This was a good sign. As soon as Peter took a step back Vergil began to loosen up. His ears pricked forward and his growls ceased. Now that Peter was taken care of he would worry about Preston. The hound spun around to see his roommate stagger over to a tree. Perhaps jumping out of the bushes like that didn’t exactly help Preston’s emotional state. A low whimper streamed out of Vergil’s maw as he trotted over to his owner. He didn't mean to scare him. With a wagging tail he began to look the human over. Preston was right, he was okay; physically anyway. Overcome with happiness Vergil's fluffy frame reared up onto his back legs. He then placed his paws onto Preston’s shoulder. Then, in a typical dog-like fashion he began to lick the human’s face. All the while his tail wagged fiercely behind him. The male stopped for a brief moment and looked back at Peter. The human didn’t do anything wrong. Vergil had began to feel a bit guilty for growling at him, perhaps he should give him a lick on the cheek too?




(( You guys can carry on with your IC conversation. Vergil won't be doing too much talking.))

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“G-Good boy!” The pitiful human wavered as the joyous animal charged with licks before retracting; Vergil seemed to smile through his long maw with a pink tongue slung to the side just watching his ‘master’ before assaulting him with kisses of unshakeable affection. Preston managed a heartfelt laugh through all the stress boiling inside; Vergil was always there for him. Even though the shapeshifter was a supernatural being he was more loyal that a human or any dog alive! Vergil added Preston with everything at home even if Vergil was still a little behind in certain cooking exercises. The memory of the shifter attempting to make a morning meal for the weak human was one of the most hilarious incidences he had seen in a while! A tall black man lathered in flour with a bowl slathered in unknown amounts of ingredients all oddly clumped together. Preston couldn’t enter the kitchen for a week without cracking a smile. Before he never wanted to go home for it reminded him of his failures as a human being, now there was someone to look forward to.

Preston rose from the edge of the tree, observing his new friend in worry. He hoped Vergil had not petrified him to the point that he would retreat away never to be seen again. However, the young man seemed unfazed although flustered by the threatening beast. “I’m sorry, he is extremely determined to unsure my upmost safety... I had not realized he followed me here as well.” He perched a gentle palm on the creature’s head, rubbing his ears delicately before presenting his small friend to the young man. “Vergil, this is Peter. He was just trying to help me... I was stupid and didn’t realize I was already out of my medication.” He had recently refilled his prescription so it would be quite a bit of time to acquire more. The pills were loosing their luster and he either needed to figure out a way to fix himself or ask for a higher quantity dose. Either way, he was left sensitive but none was Peter’s fault.

“Vergil, please apologize to Peter.” With a soft pat and a sway of his wrist he presented his guest to the white hound, a half-grin spreading slowly to observe what would soon transpire.

ooc; hope you don't mind the story Guil!

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    "It's okay. He's a loyal friend no harm done." Peter said as he sat a bit away from Preston and Vergil, giving the two some space.

    He set the photo album on the ground again. The album just lay there closed no on the ground. It would be stupid to open it. After all, that newspaper clipping was caused all of this to happen. His blind right eye was directed to have it's pretend gaze on the ground. He soon looked back at Preston when the man told his companion to apologize.

    "It's alright Preston, he doesn't need to." Peter told him. "He was just acting out of instinct to protect you. No reason to apologize there."

[Vergil Valentine]

Vergil’s tail was wagging a million miles an hour when Preston uttered the words Good boy. Oh, how he loved to be praised by this man. A jolt of happiness rushed through Vergil’s body. His tail continued to wag as Preston explained the situation. It was good to see Preston out and socializing. However, Vergil couldn’t help but to believe that danger could be around every corner. Perhaps he would have to follow Preston around more often, just to make sure he wasn’t getting into trouble. Vergil was a bit over protective of his dear friend, and for good reason. Not only was he a human, but he was also a target. Vergil didn’t quite understand why, but it seemed that some really bad people were after the poor man. The shifter was torn from his thoughts when Preston began to pat him on the head. “Oh yeah! That’s the spot!” The young hound thought as his back leg began to thump the ground.

Everything seemed to be going fine until Preston spoke again. So the human was out of his medication? Vergil’s tail ceased it’s wagging. That wasn’t good. Vergil could recall what happened the last time his dear friend ran out of his precious meds'. Why on earth was Preston standing around and talking to another human when he desperately needed his medication. Vergil seemed oblivious to the fact that Preston didn’t need his medication to live. The young shifter thought it was something mandatory, though Preston could easily survive another night without his medication. A low, sorrow filled whimper streamed out of the canine’s maw. Vergil lifted his head. He then glanced into Preston’s eyes. His own darkened orbs were filled with worry.

Vergil nearly freaked when Preston told him to apologies. The snow white canine lowered his head. He didn’t want to disobey Preston, even if his order was a little silly. Did this human want him to expose himself? Peter mentioned soon after that Vergil didn’t have to apologies. Despite this, Vergil trusted Preston enough to go through with it. Like a loyal hound Vergil would obey this man’s orders. With his ears pulled back against his skull Vergil looked at the ground before saying. “I-I’m sorry.” He hoped this Peter-human wouldn’t freak out.

Who knows what sort of unwanted attention that could cause? Soon after apologizing Vergil caught a very interesting scent. Lowering his head to the ground Vergil began to sniff around until he crept upon Peter’s album. So, this is what the smell was all about? “W-what’s this?” He asked before pushing the book open with the tip of his nose. He flipped open to a page that held a newspaper clipping. There were so many words on the page; Vergil didn’t know if he could read it. Luckily, Preston taught the male how to read a little, though longer words were still a challenge for him. “C-car…crass kiles two…onlay one c-cheld serv-iers.” The white shepherd looked to Peter before turning back to Preston. The look of confusion could be seen in those deep brown eyes of his. “I don’t understand…” So was this Peter fellow supposed to be dead or something? Perhaps this clipping had nothing to do with him? The canine slowly trotted away from the book and up to Peter. He gazed into the young man’s eyes before his wet pink tongue slid out of his mouth. Vergil then licked the little human on the cheek. “Are you one cheld?”




(( Hahaha, That was perfect! It defiantly sounds like something that he would do. I don't mind if you make up little stories; I trust you know enough about Vergil's character. Lol I hope this post is ok.))

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Oh no...! His dainty resolve crumbled farther into the torturous abyss as the shifter strived an apology through means Preston hadn’t anticipated. He honestly didn’t want the secret revealed for the human worried deeply for his friend’s safety and he didn’t wish to expose his kind to a stranger he was apprehensive of. A rush a guilt haunted him as Vergil obeyed his ‘master’s’ command with no argument and uttered a hushed bark mingled with human words. Preston tried to rush at his canine companion in an effort to halt anything else but he was weak with little strength to even keep himself upright. Preston what did you do, you should have specified a simple lick would’ve sufficed!

Preston shot a wide-eye glance to Peter, as if anticipating the human to explode with fear and maybe even attack the white canine. If so, the human would allow no such thing! Vergil was most definitely exceptionally agile, powerful, and courageous (most especially since getting his strength back from all the food) but Preston would defend his friend no matter what the cost. The wavering human hobbled from the tree, drawing closer to the intense situation as sniffed the personal belonging nestled in the grass, expressing his canine curiosity. Observing, it was unbelievable how courteous the shifter was to others since Preston predicted he did not have an excellent experience with them before. Who did really? Preston was a genuinely forgiving person but at times he found himself befuddled and disturbed by the inherently sinister people that roamed this world without fault of guilt of their transgressions. He was not a religious nut but he did hope there was some place that did judge the wicked.

The wicked? Technically, Preston was in this group. He accepted his fate blindly when joining forces with Barry and Lennon. Where were they now? Barry was too high strung to ever admit himself and Lennon well... he chose the lonely life before any of them. He seemed distraught, as if he wished to fix himself but could not. He produced an excellent emotional wall but his eyes were a tell that something was buried beneath that at the time, Preston and Barry could not understand. It worsened after the incident with Barry’s family, torn apart by his wife’s fatal overdose which cost her life and her children’s safety. The war veteran was dead silent for months and eventually followed suite with his dearest but unfortunately for his guilt he survived.

The distracted human was pulled from his memories as he heard his canine companion address Peter consoling the young man with a gentle lick on the cheek. Preston outstretched a hand cautiously, expecting Peter to throw the hound from him.

ooc; bleeeeehhhhh pooossttttt

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    Peter was taken surprised when he heard Vergil speak. He looked at the hound surprised and a bit confused, but the expression soon passed, to be replaced with a kind smile to the hound. He knew that anything was possible now that he joined the P.I.D.A. So the talking hound was a bit easier to accept.

    "It's okay, you were just helping Preston." Peter answered, he watched Vergil sniff the album. "It's a photo album. People take pictures with a camera of things they want to remember and when they get the picture developed, they placed the picture into a album like this. Course, other things can go in there as well."

    Peter went silent as he heard Vergil try to read the newspaper clipping. However, he didn't try to stop him. The hound would learn from Preston most likely, so why bother? Hearing that Vergil didn't understand, Peter glanced at the ground away from the two.

    "It....it means that....a couple died in a car crash. Their.....their child was the only survivor." Peter explained weakly, his blind right eye seemed duller in color at the moment, upon receiving the lick, he looked back at Vergil. "Yeah....years ago....I was that child."

    He knew that Vergil hadn't meant to stir bad memories, but it normally happened. Peter had raised a hand slowly, to pet Vergil on the head gently. However, he decided against it. Seeing Preston's reaction. He lowered his hand and glanced away.

    "You've got a good friend Preston, keep each other close. Alright?" Peter asked as he sat there.

    The friend that Peter had as a child that helped him with his sight was long gone. Ever since the year before his last year of high school, his friend had disappeared. No trace of him around and no word from him for years. He didn't want that to happen to Preston nor his canine companion.

[Vergil Valentine]

When Peter explained the use of a photo album Vergil’s beady brown eyes lit up in delight. The fluffy white shepherd’s ears suddenly pricked forward. It appeared that Peter captured the smaller beast’s interest. So, these albums held memories? How was that possible? Vergil turned his fluffy head to Preston, looking at the male as if he were searching him for answers. The poor human seemed tired, if not looking a little paler than usual. Preston didn’t look so hot. Instead of bombarding his roommate with questions the little shifter turned back to Peter. With his tongue dangling from his jaws, Vergil replied. “I want a photo album. I want to remember Preston forever.”

Vergil listened carefully as Peter spoke again. This time, the conversation took a nosedive into a sea of despair. Peter was the boy in the newspaper clipping. Vergil’s once happy attitude began to fade. With his ears pulled back against his skull the canine looked down at the cool ground below. He didn’t mean to bring up something like this. Surly, this human didn’t like to talk about losing his family. Vergil seemed so wrapped up in what the human had to say that he didn’t notice Preston wavering behind him.

There was something defiantly off about this Peter-human.

Was he truly so stricken by his parent’s death? Perhaps human had a closer relationship with their folks than shifters. Vergil could recall his parents tossing him and his brother out of the den at the appropriate age. Neither looked back, they had trudged away from home as if it was their destiny. There was truly no hard feelings, what about Peter? If the human could go back in time to save his parents would he? Vergil looked Peter in the eye. There was something missing in those deep blue eyes of his. Could the missing link be happiness? Peter was a lot like Preston. Both seemed so down. Suppose he could bring this human out of his rut as well? Vergil truly felt sorry for these beings. It seemed that humans had a tougher life than he thought. Either that or he had knack for finding people who were just so down on their luck.

With a wag of his tail Vergil strolled over to Peter’s side. Before the human stated how much of a good friend he was to Preston. Vergil was willing to become friends with Peter as well. He seemed to have a soft spot for humans. The shifter lifted his fluffy white paw and gently placed it onto Peter’s leg. “Any friend of Preston’s is a friend of mine.”

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C-could he...? Preston was unquestionably baffled that Peter hadn’t assaulted his canine comrade. An entire scene of guilt, disappointment, and rejection had plagued the fragile human’s mind moments ago however he felt his extended hand tumble exhaustedly at his side. Although paranoia still hung heavy over Preston, he was genuinely relieved that Peter wasn’t frightened by Vergil. Was the youth a supernatural as well or was he like Preston, aware of their silent existence within the shadows of this realm. Preston could still recall that day on the subway when he’d first been approached by the skinny lupine that would become the greatest companion he could wish for. It was strangely relaxing to return to his dump apartment knowing someone awaited his return; someone that cared for his well being unconditionally. Vergil was much like a brother to Preston and although the shifter believed this pathetic human the savior it was honestly the other way around.

When Vergil addressed the leather bound novel of memories nestled in the grass, a lurching pain followed. The haunting newspaper clipping still hung heavily on Preston delicate physique. A miasma of negative thoughts clouded any relief that had transpired moments ago and within moments the human only saw black.Suddenly, the background seemed to blur into view. revealing a ghostly figure in the stead of his friends. It was her. She approached like a chilling frost encroaching upon what life clung desperately before being swallowed whole by nature’s grim embrace. As the phantom approached, a heart wrenching pity grew as his gorgeous Eva placed her icy celestial fingers onto his cheek and pulled his extravagant azure irises to her spiritual level. Then, with a soft whisper she called pitifully to him. “Preston.”

Tears emerged and sensations skyrocketed to uncontrollable levels. He rushed his shivering hand to touch her however felt nothing but air passing between his shuddering fingertips. Rage. Depression. So many emotions tore for his undivided attention to the point he felt his body falling away slowly. “Eva. I’m s-”

“Hush my dearest, it is not your fault. Please my love.” She paused, a expression of urgency appearing on her china white visage. “You must promise me that you will not give in to him.”

Him? Preston was confused; did she mean Peter? No, he was no harm to the human. It also wasn’t Vergil for if he meant any sort of harm it would’ve been sooner since he was weak compared to the shifter. “Him? Who is him?”

“Matthias. You must promise me you will not fall to him.” Eva’s desperation grew instantaneously, white tears cascading along her cheeks. “Promise me you will stay strong.”

Preston was speechless. Matthias, his grandfather? He was quiet for a moment, unaware of what was being asked of him, and why. “Eva, Matthias is gone.”

“Promise me please!”

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“E-Eva...” Preston had unknowingly blacked out, going on a minor adventure through his troubled mind. His irises fluttered, his beautiful cerulean eyes burning with a single question. What happened?

ooc; sorry this post was stupid

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    It does one good to remember the memories that make you happy. It only does harm to remember the ones that make you feel hurt. To have a photo album shows that you are willing to remember it all, and share those memories with others. It makes the pain less so if there are others who know in a way, as long as those others were close to you. It was good that Vergil here wanted to remember his time with Preston. Although, it surprised him when Vergil said that 'any friend of Preston's is a friend of mine'. Peter gave a kind smile as he sat there and nodded his head.

    "It's nice to meet you, friend Vergil." Peter said still holding the smile.

    However, when his gaze turned to Preston, the smile disappeared. No sooner had he looked at the fellow human, Preston passed out!! Course, Peter wasn't sure. All he saw was Preston fall over. Peter rose to his feet quickly.

    "Preston?!" Peter called out as he went over to him, what happened to him to make him pass out?

    Peter didn't know what to do. Maybe Vergil did?

ooc: So sorry that this is so late, I thought it was Vergil's post still.)