Midnight Dream Train [OPEN]

[Vergil Valentine]

Oh god, what has he done!? Vergil knew it was foolish to do this. Apart of him wished he could take it all back. However, he ignored his instincts and this is what he got. Preston didn’t take the news well. The look of confusion was plastered onto his face. Vergil could feel his own body began to tremble as he watched Preston grow pale. The man forced his hands deeper into his pockets. For he feared his more animalistic side would force him to attack this man. Vergil would never hurt a fly. But if he was cornered mentally and physically he would act without as much as a second thought. He had done so once before. The last time someone found out what he was he murdered them in cold blood. The shifter shuttered at the thought. He never wanted to feel that same pang of regret ever again. So, he was going to give Preston a chance; a chance to be civil about the whole thing, and possibly even become his friend.

Vergil’s eyes widened as Preston spoke. So this man actually believed him? Not many would be so quick to accept this, but he did. The average person would have call the cops thinking he escaped the insane asylum or something, but this human seemed to think over wise. Granted, he was shocked, but at least he didn’t run away. That had to account for something, right?

The shifter grimaced at Preston’s reaction. The human was taken aback by this sudden news, so much so that he seemed stressed by it. Then again, who could blame him? After all, he was human. Preston then asked the male one simple word. How? Vergil looked away for a moment as if trying to gather his thoughts; they were all over the place at this point in time. All different solutions to his problem buzzed around inside his skull like a swarm of angry bees. Should he continue to enlighten this man, or should he lie just to get himself out of trouble? Well, He was already waist deep in it; there was no going back now. The male suddenly turned back to Preston, and then with a forced smile he spoke. “I-I’m a shape shifter.” The male replied just as Preston began to hyperventilate. Vergil swallowed hard as Preston took a step back. This wasn’t good. Not good at all! The look of concern washed over Vergil’s face. He knew it was the right thing to do, but still he felt so bad for this human. Vergil then swallowed his fear and took a step towards the man who looked like he was about to fall over at any minute. With a jolt of adrenaline the shifter’s hands slipped from his pockets to assist the man but it was too late. Luckily Preston managed to catch himself before he fell to his knees.

Preston was really shaken up by the news. Apart of Vergil felt guilty for causing the man so much distress. He was tempted to leave. Maybe then Preston could get back to his feet and continue with his normal life. If hurting a human was what it took to get a friend then Vergil was better off alone. As he turned to leave Preston spoke up. The male told him to not be afraid, and that he just needed a minute or two to process what was going on. With a light nod, Vergil approached the human cautiously. He then cocked his head as Preston continued to speak but was unable to finish his sentence. There was something very wrong with this man. Vergil knew he was scared, but the way he was acting just wasn’t normal? There was something else wrong, But what?

Vergil watched as Preston began to wobble. Before he could react the male crashed to the ground, and sat there with his back against the cool alley wall. “Relax, man.” Vergil cooed as he watched Preston tremble. Man, this was bad. Oh so very bad! Vergil didn’t mean for any of this to happen. Suppose he would have been better off just staying in his canine form and not telling this human about his secret. Vergil bit his bottom lip as Preston spoke again. His weak voice forced the shifter to feel a rush of guilt. The tall man knelt down to Preston’s level as he had done with him. A smile then stretched his dark face. “N-no, I’m the one who should be sorry… I didn’t mean for this to happen.” Wait- what did Preston say? Meds’? He was taking meds? Vergil’s inner curiosity insisted on asking him what kind of medication he was taking. However, he figured it was nothing major and he would look a bit creepy asking about personal things when this was there first time meeting.

Suddenly, Preston said something that seemed to make Vergil’s smile grow. This man just wanted to talk. Hell he was begging the male to say something. Perhaps talking would calm him down? Vergil would be happy to help him in that aria. He pondered what to say to this man. The shifter had so many questions. He was about to lay into him when he realized he didn’t even know this man’s name. Vergil soon cleared his throat and spoke “My names Vergil, Vergil Valentine, but I guess you can still call me Malcolm if you like.” Vergil then eyed Preston.” What is your name, human?”

Animal form: Human
Word Count:9-something
Muse Level: High
Notes: :3
Tags: The loveable Preston <3

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Preston listened to Vergil as he tried to soothe this sorry excuse of a man. Was he really panicking this dramatically? He guessed Vergil thought he looked ridiculous, Preston just couldn’t get the memories to stop, especially when he was in such distress and also medicated. With a relaxing heave, the man tried to gather his thoughts to answer Vergil’s questions. At least the man understood what Preston wanted from him, and he knew Vergil was definitely trying his best. I mean, it was such an odd request, just for him to talk about anything, but Preston wanted the images to stop and distracting him with peaceful conversation always seemed to be the best solution.

“N-Nice to meet you Vergil Valentine.” He wavered as he tried to lift his hand in greeting, trying to show Vergil some sort of hospitality, but it was to no avail as his weakness took over him. He just wanted the pain to stop... “No, I won’t call you that. That’s not y-your name!” He lifted his head from between his legs and gave Vergil a gentle half smile, wiping the sweat from his face with the inner section of his arm. “I gave you the name only cause I thought you were a dog, but you obviously a-are not!” He laughed.

Shaking his head, he cleared his throat in response to Vergil’s question of his name. He felt himself slowly beginning to calm down, but his body was still suffering from the after effects of the breakdown, and he almost felt unnaturally short of breath. Rolling his neck, trying to relax a bit, he responded. “Preston Creed. Nice to meet you.” Again, Preston tried again to raise his hand to try and shake Vergil’s whenever he decided to accept it. With another famous half-smile, Preston peered kindly at Vergil with his large electric blue eyes. “I’m sorry for causing you such trouble. Its just the medication I’m taking doesn’t react well with stress, and the stress is not from you, its me. I’m just pathetic and can’t take a lot.”

Was it really possible for people to change into animals. All his life, the idea of supernatural beings just seemed like just mythical stories, almost childish. He remembered when he was a kid, he would pretend he could talk to animals, but in his mind, he knew it was all bogus! Were there others? Did other mystical creatures exist as well? It was more the obviously possible now, seeing as he just met someone who can turn into a dog. However, the idea just seemed so hard to understand, especially since he had never seen anything like this before a few moments ago. Apparently they hide away extremely well.

Also, something like this with shifters, he now predicted that this was obviously a global secret and that his very government definitely knew of such people. They always did, and with something they didn’t understand, came fear and anger. “Are you on the run?” He suddenly asked, not realizing until it was too late that it was probably a enormous pass of boundaries.

[Vergil Valentine]

A large childlike smile plastered itself onto Vergil’s face as Preston spoke. “It’s a pleasure meeting you too.” The man replied. Preston seemed to be doing a little better. He didn’t seem as jumpy. However, Vergil became a bit concerned as Preston attempted to lift his hand, but seemed a bit too weak to do it. What kind of meds was this man taking? The question surfaced within that thick head of his. Vergil knew about drugs. Many of those nasty little things where passed around the streets in back alleys or abandoned homes. Maybe this poor human got a bad batch of something? Preston soon tore Vergil from his thoughts as he explained that he didn’t have to be called Malcolm. It wasn’t even his real name! Vergil nodded to his explanation. He even laughed with the man as he finished speaking.

Soon enough Preston told the male his name. Vergil cocked his head to the side before he spoke. “Preston, huh?” Vergil queered before he let loose a laugh. Despite living on the streets the shifter had a very optimistic attitude about life. No matter how hard things got, he was always able to crack a smile. “heh, Here I was thinkin’ your name was like, James or somethin’, But Preston is a very interestin’ name.” Vergil smirked as he scratched the dark stubble that sat on his chin. “Very unique, you know for a human.”

Vergil then smirked and shook his head lightly as Preston asked if he was on the run. “No, I’m not.” He replied as he spun around and rested his back against the cool brick wall. It was nice to finally have someone to talk too. He sat next to Preston, and chuckled. “Well, I will be if this secret gets out.” His deep brown eyes glanced over Preston for a moment. Would this human tell others about what he said? Surly if word gets out he would be hunted down by the PIDA. The organization was nice enough to let him be who he wanted to be, but it came with a price. He prayed they wouldn’t find out about him killing the last owners he had. They would really ring his neck then. He wouldn’t bring in up in this conversation. If he did there was a chance Preston would leave. Right now Vergil was enjoying the man’s company. Maybe if he kept talking he could calm the human’s nerves. “I want to thank you for givin’ me a treat back there on the train.” Oh god, now he was being a bit too sensitive. Vergil bit his lip. The next question he had was a bit strange, but it had to be said. He had to know if this man was still up for adopting him. Oh the suspense was killing him! “I-I was wonderin’ if you were still going to let me go home with you?”

Animal form: Human
Word Count:4-something
Muse Level: High
Notes: :3
Tags: The loveable Preston <3

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Preston gave a soft grin as Vergil commented about his peculiar name and he remarked with a heart-warming chuckle, “So is your’s Vergil! I’ve only heard it once, and from a book.” He was about to continue rambling about the story of Dante’s Inferno, however he quickly silenced himself, knowing Vergil definitely didn’t want to listen to that boring rabble! “Yeah... a human...” He whispered, shrugging at the very thought of how even more pathetic he was. The burdens of being normal... human. He was already imagining what he would have done with Vergil’s abilities, how powerful it would’ve felt if he could have transformed into some blood-thirsty animal and ripped all those people to shreds. His family in Essex, the orphanage, and his Uncle... he would’ve killed them all... would he? Would he have gone so far as to have taken lives to save himself, to keep the pain away.

Of course. He would have done anything.

Vergil’s next replies pulled him violently out of his dark thoughts and his azure eyes shot back to his new friend. He shook his head and smiled and at last, he felt himself slowing down and his body began to cool to its normal temperature. He wiped the final droplets on his brow and rubbed his temples gently to desperately try and soothe himself. Then, he look deeply serious as Vergil remarked about his secrets. “Vergil, don’t worry I won’t tell anyone if that’s what you’re implying. I won’t tell anyone your secret. I-” He paused. “I know you are a good person.”

Rolling his neck to release the tension, he felt a single pop crackle through his joints with each twist of his neck. With a relaxed smile, he already enjoyed this man’s company and he knew this was what he needed. He sensed their two kindred spirits almost joining as they seemed to bond within moments of their meeting. Preston didn’t care what Vergil was, he greatly enjoyed talking with him. Preston felt like he could just spur up a topic on just about anything, and that thrilled him greatly. “No problem. I hope the jerky was okay.” He chuckled and then placed a kind hand on Vergil’s skeletal shoulder before remarking, “Don’t worry Vergil, you have a place at my home. Although, you may have to sleep on the couch until I can get a bed for you. My place isn’t exactly built for two people.”

“And don’t worry. You can... change... whenever you choose. Just,” He paused, clearing his throat as he couldn’t believe what he was saying. “Warm me,” He laughed.

[Vergil Valentine]

Oh, if only Vergil had known what sort of horrors where going on inside Preston’s head, then maybe he would have done something about it. However, he was oblivious to the dark thoughts that where going on side of Preston’s skull. Instead he concentrated what he could see on the outside. And right now Preston’s mod seemed to change. His personality began to creep out. It was nice to have someone to laugh with and talk too. They seemed to like each other’s names. Preston mentioned he’s read it in a book once. Vergil smirked. Suppose the two of them weren’t so different after all.

“Dante’s inferno? Sounds like an interestin’ book.” The man then chucked light heartedly before a low sigh crept passed his lips. “Too bad I can’t really read. D-don’t get me wrong, small words are easy…it’s the big ones I have problems readin’.” A blush appeared onto his dark cheeks. It was very embarrassing to admit that, but it was true. Too bad his family wasn’t really around for him. Growing up he lacked the basic needs most people yearned for. Reading and writing where two skills that he never really learned. Most humans he meets; homeless or not, knew how to read. Apart of him felt pathetic because of this. He certainly wasn’t well, but he was alive, that was enough for him. Despite holding a hint of jealously towards Preston, Vergil didn’t let it tamper with his mood.

Vergil’s eyes looked to Preston as he spoke. He didn’t seem too pleased to be called human. The shifter could catch a hint of sorrow in his tone. Being human wasn’t all that bad was it? This man could walk outside and breath in the fresh air of life, while he, as a supernatural had to stay in the shadows. Vergil really couldn’t be what he was born to be. No, he had to pretend to be something he wasn’t. Perhaps one day, this man would understand. The men’s eyes connected for a moment. Both seemed to share an unspoken truce. Amidst this bonding moment Preston stated that he wasn’t going to tell anyone about his secret. Vergil couldn’t help but to smile. That smile only grew as Preston said that he was a good man. “T-thanks.” The shifter replied with a light chuckle. Oh, what where the odds of running unto this kind human? This man was like a needle in a hay stack. Just think if Vergil hadn’t ventured off to the subway there would have been a chance he would have never met this kind human.

The shifter watched as Preston began to calm down. Perfect, he would possibly be in a better mood now that his nerves weren’t frayed. Vergil then waited for the human to talk. It was strange just now fascinating this man was. Hell, Vergil wished to know more about him. To the shifter’s fortune the man spoke again. This time he hoped the jerky was ok. A loud boisterous laugh surged from Vergil’s throat. “You kiddin’!? That was the best thing I’ve eaten all week!” He replied with a large toothy grin. It was true. For the passed couple of weeks he’s eaten nothing but garbage; which with his Pica disorder didn’t seem too bad. But god was plastic bland. He had no earthly clue what drove him to eat such disgusting things. Tires, glass, plastic, and grass where all on the menu. Vergil hoped Preston wouldn’t have to see that side of him.

Suddenly, Preston placed his hand onto the shifter shoulder. This kind touch snapped the male back into reality. He turned to the man as he continued to speak. A spark of sheer happiness glinted in those dark eyes of his. So Preston was going to let him stay? This was great! "Hell, the couch, the closet, the floor. Anythin’ is better than being out here." Vergil replied with a smile. Preston then laid down some ground rules. Vergil could shift whenever he wanted but he would have to warn Preston beforehand. This rule would be something he would have to get used too. Vergil was accustomed to living alone. He never had to answer to anyone. Living with Preston was going to be different; however the shifter thought he would be up for the challenge. "S-sure man, you're the boss." He stated with a smirk. Vergil then placed one of his dark hands onto the brick wall to aid him in standing. Once on his feet he stretched. His tired bones popped as he did so. He then looked down at Preston and slipped his hands into his pockets. “Ok, I’m ready when you are.”

Animal form: Human
Word Count:6-something
Muse Level: High
Notes: :3
Tags: The loveable Preston <3

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Preston was not particularly taken aback by Vergil’s confession of not being able to read, although a deep sense of pity flooded his azure eyes thinking of Vergil’s lifetime predicament. Preston couldn’t begin to fathom the thought of not being able to read, for it was one of the few outlets he had in his life, other than music. His parents had always made sure Preston did not waste the excellent plethora of knowledge given freely to him, and also made sure he shared his knowledge with others that were not so lucky. His mother had volunteered almost yearly with charity organizations that strive to give poor children the chance to learn multitudes of skills, such as writing and reading. Preston knew his mother would have adored Vergil, and the thought saddened him. He knew his parents would’ve loved everyone in their son’s life, but unfortunately... they were not here to see it.

“Well, I know what I’m doing! One of the first things we’ll do this week is get you started on learning Vergil. They are wonderful, at least to me,” He broke into heart-warming laughter before continuing, ”My mind and body seem to always need to be moving, and books are one of the many ways I distract myself from... other things.” He paused when realized that Dante’s Inferno, with its exceeding descriptive ‘poem-style’ writing, wasn’t exactly the greatest first book experience. “Although, we shall try to read something a little more simple than Dante’s Inferno. If you would like, you can search through my book collection and pick something to learn with?” Hopefully they could find something...

Preston chuckled at Vergil’s pleased remark about the delectable piece jerky he had given him. “I’m glad you enjoyed it! If you’d like, which I sure you would love to,” grabbing for his satchel, he rummaged through its contents and removed the perfectly preserved leftovers of jerky. “You may have the rest. I have plenty more at home. I usually have to stock up so when Jean comes over, he has something to distract himself with.” He guessed that Vergil would either question who this “Jean” was, or just leave it at that. Whatever the case was, Preston knew he would have to explain sooner or later to Vergil that other individuals would be visiting quite often, just to make sure it didn’t bother him. Preston knew his band mates would have no problem with Vergil personally, but would definitely have their questions of where he came from, and Preston wanted to make sure they were on the same page with what Vergil did and didn’t want to be said. Obviously, the shifter part would be left out!

As Vergil extended a kind hand, Preston gripped tightly as he used the starving form before him as leverage to lift himself from the concrete. He was afraid that if he used to much force, Vergil would tip over! “Thanks! Yes, let us head home!” Giving the new friend a pat on the back, Preston began to saunter back in the proper direction home. As he did so, he glanced back to make sure Vergil followed, “I hope you won’t mind its rather small size. I’m not exactly the richest guy, but I survive... somewhat.” He chuckled weakly, trying his best to joke about his rather poor style of living. He was a waiter and a musician, two things that never equaled money. Also, let’s not forget he was a recovering drug abuser and previously a heavy gambler with psychological scarring as deep as the ocean.

Although, even after all this heartfelt bonding, a heavy question lingered on Preston’s mind, and he wasn’t sure if it was alright to ask. Here goes nothing! “H-Hey Vergil... is it alright if I ask you a question about, y-your kind?”

[Vergil Valentine]

Vergil couldn’t help but to smile. He was really enjoying this man’s company. This had been the first time he’s gotten to sit down and have a nice chat with someone. Usually, humans would turn their noses up at him and walk away. Thinking of him as this filthy animal that living the garbage. If all else fails he could have always chatted with his fellow homeless, but those talks never ended well. For a brief moment, memories of past killings flooded into Vergil’s skull. The shifter killed more than he let on. Unfortunately he’d taken out several homeless humans just to get a scrap to eat. It was a risk he had to take. Human meat was absolutely disgusting though he would never do it again unless he had too. Eating nasty meat was better than starving to death though. Vergil never wanted to kill unless it was a live or die situation. He could remember the guilt that over too him afterwards. The shame of it all had been eating him, even to this very day he regretted what he did. A sullen frown over took Vergil’s face. He didn’t want anyone to see that side of him, defiantly not Preston.

The beast was shaken from his thoughts as Preston spoke. A large toothy smile appeared onto Vergil’s face once again. So Preston was going to teach him to read? This was amazing! Never before had Vergil been so excited! Vergil then cocked his head to the side as Preston made the comment about books taking him away from reality. The crafty shifter could catch something in that sentence, something he didn’t like. What was this human running from? Suppose he’d have to ask about that later. For now, he paid attention to what the man was talking about. Preston sated that Dante’s inferno would be a bit of a challenge. Vergil frowned. That was the book he wanted to read. Ah well, he would have to go back to the basics first. Fortunately, Preston was going to let him chose a book from his collection. “Sure, that would be great!” Vergil replied with a hardy smile.

The fact that he wasn’t able to read didn’t really hinder the shifter. After all, his life only revolved around hunting and gathering food. In reality he never really had a use for reading. He wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to learn though. This chance was rare; there was no way in hell he would let this slip from his fingers. Unfortunately for Vergil, he had parents that taught him only one thing, the art of the kill. They figured their little Vergil would live his life out in the woods as various animals. After teaching him the basics of life, they kicked him out of the den and made him go off on his own. And yet, here this human was teaching him things his parents never had. A pang of sorrow filled the young man. Why was he thinking about this? He had a human to entertain; this wasn’t the time to get emotional.

Vergil’s heart began to race as he continued to think about what his new teacher had in store for him. For once in his life he was genuinely happy. Who knew he would gain such happiness from a human, and not from his own kind. It was a pity really. The more Vergil thought about the more pathetic he felt. Luckily Preston was there to lift his spirits.

The man seemed happy that Vergil enjoyed the jerky. So much so that he gave him the rest of the tasty treats. Vergil watched in awe as Preston began to riffle through his bag, just to pull out a small bag of Jerky. He then handed it to the hungry shifter who looked to the human with wide eyes. This couldn’t be real. Preston was going to give him the rest of his jerky? With his mouth watering, Vergil gently took the bag in his hands and looked up at Preston again. The man began to speak again, stating that he had plenty more at home. Good, now he wouldn’t have to feel bad for taking this kind man’s food. Vergil was truly grateful for this simple memento. And being as hungry as he is he didn’t hesitate to dig in. As he stuffed his face the name Jean came up. Who was Jean, and why was he at Preston’s home? Vergil would defiantly ask about this later, but for now it was time to eat! Within a matter of minutes Vergil had scarfed the entire bag of jerky down. When he was done he carelessly tossed the bag to the side before wiping the crumbs on his shirt.

Before long the shifter helped the man to his feet before receiving a nice pat on the back. Vergil then chuckled as he followed the man out of the alley and into the street. This was when Preston brought up the fact that he wasn't the richest man in the world. “That doesn’t bother me one bit. “ Vergil cooed before he began to stretch. “Maybe there is something I can do to pay you back? I mean I don’t wanna’ be just dead weight around your house.”

The shifter turned to look Preston In the eye as the man spoke again. He wanted to talk about his kind. Vergil chuckled. Man, he hoped Preston didn’t think shifters where some graceful creatures from another dimension. Needless to say Vergil wouldn’t sugar coat anything. If this man wished to know the truth then he’d give it to him. “Alright, shoot.” The male then chuckled a bit. "I'm all ears."

Animal form: Human
Word Count:6-something
Muse Level: High
Notes: WOOOT WOOOT~
Tags: The loveable Preston <3

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Preston shook his head in dispute of Vergil’s offer to work,” I don’t want you to feel like a burden, because you won’t be. You are free to do as you please around the house, I have no quarrel with what you decide.” Preston was not an overbearing roommate and he didn't want Vergil to feel like he had to help with something to be able to stay. Preston was as poor as you could be, but he always managed to scrounge up enough for rent. Also, he always bought more food than he could finish by himself, since cheap super markets always gave massive amounts of food at low prices, but he was just one. Most of the food either went to waste, or when the guys came over to raid his cabinets. Preston rarely ate at all since his mind was never thinking about it, so he generally will eat about a single meal a day. He never knew where exactly it started, but he fashioned a guess it was from living with his Uncle and on the streets for so long. There was no such thing as a fresh, hardy breakfast or dinner in the alleys.

As he spoke to himself of food, he noticed that Vergil had massacred the entire bag of Jerky, which caused him to gasp in surprise. “Okay, we definitely need to get you some food. Help yourself when we reach the fort!” He chuckled, watching as the large man scuffed the tiny crumbs off his already tattered shirt. He then realized something very important once again,”I’m guessing you don’t have any other clothes?” He scanned Vergil, noticing that absolutely every piece of clothing he has were just like large rags hanging from a corpse. “How long have you been on the street? How have you been on the street without being discovered?”

So many questions were buzzing through his head and he wanted to ask them all, especially now that he had permission to ask about the big elephant in the room: what was it like, being a shifter? How had he survived all this time without anyone knowing? Were there others? Did it hurt turning into animals? Could he change into any or was it just certain ones? He had grown up with stories of people transforming into multitudes of creatures and he wondered now, if these “myths” were more based on reality then he originally perceived. However, he would try to start one by one without being to overwhelming.

ooc; ugh... terrible post.

[Vergil Valentine]

Did this man really expect Vergil to sit around and do nothing? The shifter took in what Preston said. He thought about it for a moment before he shook his head. “No, it wouldn’t be a problem at all!” The male then smiled. He was happy this man was looking out for him. However, if he thought Vergil was going to play the ‘stay at home mom card’ Preston had another thing coming. Vergil had spent his entire life constantly on the move. Being stick in a house all day would only hinder the active shifter rather than help him. He had to do something, or else his destructive habits might find their way out of him. Vergil didn’t take the comment personally though. After all, Preston was only trying to help. He looked Preston in the eye. “Thanks for the offer, but I would feel a lot better if I could at least help you with something.”

Vergil would try his best to aid his new human friend. Maybe he could help put food on the table? A smile graced Vergil’s face as he thought about it. Yes, this would be a perfect idea! Well, it would be if Preston had a taste for venison and wild duck. Hell, if all else fails he could always steal. Being a crafty little shifter did have its perks. Vergil’s tan hand slipped from his pocket and began to scratch the prickly stubble that seemed to litter his face. Stealing was easy for him. Of course, Preston didn’t have to know about his history as a thief.

Once Preston made the comment about food Vergil’s deep brown eyes lit up like the fourth of July. Oh the poor human didn’t realize what he was getting himself into. Vergil could be a bit of a handful when it came to food. Like any other stray he was very possessive over a morsel. Once he had it in his grasp he wouldn’t let it go. On top of all this, Vergil was a bit of a glutton. If given the chance he would stuff himself until he got sick. This was only natural of course. He was used to living on the street where every crumb counts. “R-really?! I-I can eat whatever I want?” Vergil asked with an almost childish grin. This was it! He was finally going to live in a real home, with food and everything! Excited, Vergil didn’t catch Preston staring him down. The shifter was eager to get to the human’s home.

Preston then made a comment on Vergil’s cloths. The shifter suddenly stopped and looked down as if he really wasn’t realizing what he was wearing. He’d been an animal form so much that he really didn’t care what sort of cloths he had on at the time. But to satisfy this man he would answer his question. “Um, yeah. “ Vergil began as he slipped his hands back into his tattered pockets as he spoke. “It is, unless someone throws some cloths out.” Of course Vergil wouldn’t bring up the fact that he robbed the very cloths he was wearing. The dead didn’t need cloths, right?

The beast then chuckled as Preston asked how long he’d been on the street. This human was just as curious as himself. Vergil smirked at the realized he and Preston had a lot in common. “I’ve been out here for a while.” Vergil didn’t seem very sad about this. Living on the streets was behind him. He had a home to go too now! “My parents kicked me out of the den when I got to a mature age. They were both shifters as well. “

Yet another question hit the shifter’s ears. Preston wanted to know how he was able to hide himself this whole time. Vergil cocked his head to the side. “Well I am a shape shifter.” He then chuckled. Was all this really that interesting? “I can turn into whatever animal I want…well, as long as I’ve seen the animal first.” Vergil didn’t think this all was very interesting, but perhaps to a human it was.

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Preston appreciated Vergil’s diligence to help him around the house and gave his famous carefree grin, “Vergil, I’m not a picky roommate, just as long as the place is livable and you don’t mind having to deal with my...” He gave a nervous chuckle, descending his eyes to the ground before almost kicking the ground like a shy child. “Musical endeavors.” Preston rarely ever managed sleep, so most of the night, he spent jotting down some new melody that wouldn’t dissipate from his imagination. This usually led to sudden bursts of singing and jamming on his acoustic, so Preston wasn’t exactly the most quiet of roommates. Just like eating, he never seemed to be able to make time to just close his eyes to rest. However, this was more about his mind not allowing him to slumber without seeing some sort of vision from the long forgotten past. Every night she was there, crying for him, dying for him... the very thought of her face saddened him greatly, which removed his gentle glow to a deep shadowed frown.

However, he didn’t want to make Vergil fret, so he brushed the thought away as best he could and put on his joyful mask for the world. “We’ll have to get you some clothes then! For now, I guess you can see if mine fit you. I’ll see if my buds have any spare clothes that don’t want so we can get your wardrobe started. Apologizes that they won’t be new clothes...” He paused and grabbed one of the strands hanging off Vergil’s frame. “But I don’t think you want to stay like this forever!”

Preston was shocked when Vergil mentioned that his parents had thrown him out of the... den? Right, he had to remember that he wasn’t talking to a normal person here and that every society has their own rules and ways of survival, but to Preston, it really sounded these shifters embraced their wild side to their fullest. “Does it ever bother you that they just threw you out... or was it just sort of... second nature?” He hoped he wasn’t prying too much, but curiosity had a hold of his tongue, and he continued. “Do you know where your family is?” Preston knew where his family was. Everywhere. He felt like he always had to look over his should to make sure they weren’t around to take him away. They never let up on him when he disappeared on the streets and was found by Eva. He recalled a time when he spotted one of his distant cousins on the streets trying to following him home. Thankfully, they managed to loose the maniacal family member, but the two love birds were always on their toes, making sure no one suspicious lurked around the bend.

“Whatever animal?!” The thought just baffled the simple human. He then pondered curiously, “Do you think you could change it a... wolf? I’ve always wanted to see one and I guess... Oh I’m sorry, that so ridiculous, I’m treating you like some pet zoo. I’m sorry.” Man Preston was stupid sometimes...

[Vergil Valentine]

“Got it!”

Vergil’s enthusiastic voice suddenly silenced. Wait, did Preston say musical endeavors? So, this human was some kind of musician, eh? Curiosity struck the shifter once again, and a large toothy smile quickly took over his face. He began to wonder just what kind of instruments this man could play. Vergil could recall a couple of men playing their music on the side walk just outside the Maddox hotels on special occasions. Their music was great! And best of all they got paid for it. Was Preston like those men? Did he get paid for making music? It was strange though. This man didn’t exactly look like the musical type. Interesting Vergil thought as he then took in Preston’s chance in body language. The human didn’t seem too proud about it. In fact he seemed a bit nervous. In an attempt to lighten the mood Vergil let lose a low playful chuckle. “Don’t worry. Your music won’t bother me…that is, if you’re any good.” The male teased. There seemed to be no end to Vergil’s playfulness. He did have a growing suspicion that Preston was good at what he did. The silly shifter just wanted to tease him about it, and try to lighten his mood.

The shifter then watched Preston pick himself back up. Good, the human was well aware what he was doing. Soon after, the topic of clothing came up. Not that Vergil minded. He agreed with Preston, he really did need new cloths. “Y-yeah, these are pretty much rags now huh?” Vergil replied as Preston grabbed one string that was handing off his person. He then smiled as Preston offered to clothe the shifter until he could get hand-me-downs from some of his friends. Vergil’s playful smile grew. He looked into Preston’s eyes, his own orbs held a hint of happiness within them. No one had ever done anything like this for him. He was truly grateful. When Preston apologies for the used cloths, Vergil shook his head. He was pleased enough to have someone who cares, he really didn’t seem to mind the used cloths deal. “I would be very happy to have them.” He said before he chuckled at the human’s next statement. “You’re right. I can’t be in these rags forever.”

Vergil’s award winning smile began to shrink as Preston brought up his family. This was a touchy subject for him. The shifter wasn’t one to be depressed, but family matters always seemed to get under his skin more than it saddened him. He wouldn’t blame Preston for asking, the human was only curious. With a forced a smile Vergil spoke. “N-Not really…” He began. “I mean, it was my time to go. At least I wasn’t alone my brother came with me. “ The male then forced a chuckle from his throat. He didn’t want this human to worry. “Every bird has to leave the nest, right?” Preston then asked where his family was. Vergil thought about his question for a moment. In all truth he really didn’t know where they were, nor did he care. “They are up north somewhere. That’s all I know. My brother is elsewhere though…I don’t know where he is either.”

The shifter seemed relieved when the subject changed. He breathed a sigh of relief when Preston asked about his powers. “Yup, whatever animal I chose.” He repeated with a smile. What Preston said next seemed to shock the male a bit. The human had a request. It was simple, but still a bit strange. He wanted Vergil to transform into a wolf. It would be a simple transformation, one that Vergil could easily do. The request was different, but Vergil would do it without question. “No it’s fine. I really don’t mind.” Vergil looked away from his buddy and closed his eyes as he began to concentrate.

Vergil could recall seeing a very beautiful snow white wolf in a child’s book at the library he went to a while back. It was one of the few places that he didn’t have to pay to enter. He ventured there often; though he could never read the book he could look at the pictures, and fill up his mental archive of animals he had stored within his head. This photographic memory would come in useful. Vergil thought about the appearance of the lean arctic wolf that had been in the picture book. Perhaps that is the kind of wolf Preston wished to see? Vergil wished to shift into a pure white wolf, if he wanted to do that he’d have to get the appearance down just right.

With his eyes cloths and his body relaxed Vergil’s tall frame began to slowly change. The shifting itself wasn’t very painful. It could be quite uncomfortable at times, but there was never really any pain. A low grunt streamed from Vergil’s lips as his body began to sprout snow white fur. Soon enough, his hands and feet morphed into paws, and his body began to shrink to the ground. When the transformation was complete a large male arctic wolf stood before Preston. Vergil slowly opened his eyes and looked to his comrade. His deep brown orbs had changed to a pricing yellow color. His newly colored eyes looked into Preston’s, then a flick of his bushy white tail he spoke.“Satisfied?”

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“My music is... of particular tastes.” He knew he shouldn’t take Vergil’s teasing as anything more than that, but a deep fear bubbled in his gut, a feeling of rejection. Yes he had finally gotten a gig at the Vixen Keep not too long ago, but that incident with the last place he played at had deeply affected his confidence, so he was less inclined to sing now than he ever did before. Most took his “music” as disgusting screaming and dark rabble, but to him it was more than that. It was his way of letting every out, without hurting anyone in the process. It allowed both sides of Preston to express all at once, without having to worry about anything. Or at least, that what he wanted.

Preston could obviously sense that his questions about Vergil’s family upset him greatly, since that was the very same face he made whenever he tried to cover up his torment. He scolded himself for asking such deeply personal questions to someone who obviously has been through hell and back all his life. Preston downcast his gentle azure iris’ and cleared his throat, preparing an apology. God he was being extremely insensitive to Vergil, and Preston felt absolutely awful for bringing up that past. He hated recalling his own past every second; why wouldn’t some one else feel the same? “I’m sorry Vergil about asking such personal questions.” He almost tried to connect himself with his friend’s pain, but he stopped himself short. The last thing Preston wanted to do was flush out his own past, selfish as that was, since he had just asked Vergil about his but... Preston couldn’t take it. He didn’t want to remember any of it.

Preston was almost speechless when Vergil offered to change right here and now and he almost couldn’t breathe when Vergil immediately began to morph right before his very eyes. It was indescribable how disturbing, fascinating, and frightening it was all in a single moment as he could see parts of the man’s musculature mold into a new and improved primal machine. It always surprised Preston that primitive humans managed to tame these wonderful creatures and become the greatest evolutionary partner for the weak homo sapiens. The humans very existence was all thanks to the dog, and it all began with a single wolf.

Vergil’s comment pulled to poor man out of his world and he shook his head as he found himself peering straight into the beautiful creatures yellows eyes, which almost hypnotized his very soul. “Oh my god... that’s... amazing.” He was speechless.

[Vergil Valentine]

Vergil’s fluffy white tail slowly wagged behind him. Kicking up dirt and debris as it did so. Preston’s reaction was one that he was expecting. The poor man was speechless. Shock and awe filled those lovely sapphire eyes of his. Of course the smaller shifter didn’t think it was that much of a big deal. To him this was nothing special. It wasn’t like he was the only shifter on the planet, but then again this human didn’t know that. Preston must have been oblivious to the supernatural world. Suppose he would be surprised too if the human pulled off some amazing feat. Vergil then sighed; he didn’t have the right to judge this man. It was bad enough that the poor guy was stunned at the transformation. Deep yellow orbs looked up at Preston as their host spoke. “It’s no big deal, really.” Vergil replied with a wolfish smile.

The large wolf shook himself before peering out into the street. Man it was late. Vergil didn’t realize it until now. Time really fly’s by when you’re having fun. Soon enough Preston apologized for asking about his family. Vergil tilted his fluffy white head at him and spoke. “D-don’t worry about it.” He then looked down. “I-I hope you don’t mind, but can I stay in this form for a while longer?” With a sigh he continued. “ It kind of reminds me of home.”

Though it wasn’t his favorite animal form he did fell the most comfortable in a wolf’s skin. His parents favored this wolfish form over all others. Back when they lived up north they would always stay as wolves and forced their children to do the same. The shifter parents had a method to their madness. Wolves where perfectly built for the snowy weather they had to endure. These beasts were also excellent hunters. In a wolf form it was easy to train their children how to survive and hunt on their own. When the Vergil and his brother grew up they were taught the art of shifting. This training would continue until it came time for them to leave the pack. Vergil’s fluffy triangle ears pulled back against his skull as he finally asked. “What type of music do you play?”

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“Oh no, no problem!” Preston exclaimed happily, those exciting azure eyes glittering with utter happiness, like he was a child again. He felt warmth as memories his long forgotten better life came flushing through his soul like a calming river, putting those sadly expressive eyes at ease. He could see his mother, who he clung to as they bustled through the busy zoo roads, his father a few yards ahead who stood strong and poised, like a overly-protective beast. Those same eyes were in his father, but instead they were powerful, intimidating, and dangerous, just like... a wolf. Preston recalled separating from his mother to gawk at all the carnivorous animals in their cages, and he had always enjoyed the company of the wild dogs. “That’s a beautiful wolf form Vergil. I guess it will be kinda cool walking down the street with a wolf.” He voice drifted and as he whispered, his eyes casted a block or to ahead. “Thankfully, we have almost reached our destination, so you’ll be able to enjoy this form in the comfort and privacy of your new home!” He raised a hand and gently patted the elegant animal on the head, feeling the plush winter fur between his rough hands. It was amazing!

“Music? Oh uh...” He chuckled nervously and rubbed the side of his head in panic. “Well...uh... its metal. I vary from time to time, but that’s my favorite genre...” He felt extremely embarrassed and felt his body want to begin the shakes again, which he quickly tried to dissipate with a roll of his fingers and twist of the wrists at his sides. “I know... its not exactly the best type of music, if its even considered music...” Most didn’t, he did, but when did his opinion ever matter?

[Vergil Valentine]

A pleased grin stretched the small beast’s maw. He was happy that someone could understand him, even if that someone was a human. With a wag of his fluffy tail the wolf took a single step forward. His large paws stuck out of the alley as he looked around. There weren’t too many humans out at this hour. This was good. Who knows what kind of reactions he would get if he were to bump into an unsuspecting person. At lease he wasn’t in another form. A wolf was far more believable than a lion or any other beast really. Vergil soon chuckled at the thought of shifting into a lion and walking by Preston’s side. Ah yes, Preston the lion tamer! The humans would defiantly respect him then! As much as that idea excited him it wasn’t going to happen. He’d just meet this man, who knows how he would react if Vergil shifted into one of the most dangerous animals on the planet. At least a wolf wasn’t as dangerous as some of the other beasts he could turn into.

A light blush took over the wolf’s cheeks when Preston complimented him on his appearance. This pink tint would go unnoticed thanks to the thick dirtied fur that covered Vergil’s wolfish face. The beast licked his maw with satisfaction. He as lucky to have found a man that saw him for what he truly was. To Preston this shifter wasn’t a beast of burden. He was a companion. A twinkle of happiness glinted in those yellow, full moon-like eyes of his as he peered up of his buddy. “T-thanks, Man.” The beast then tipped his head as Preston went on about it being cool that he’d get to walk beside a wolf. ” I guess…”

Happiness seemed to waft off Preston’s person. This human’s emotions did a complete turn around. The good thing about being in canine form was that he could somewhat since what this human was feeling. This was done by analyzing this man’s body language. The wolf looked up to his friend. Man, humans were suck complex creatures. Vergil wondered what this man was thinking about. He wouldn’t ask though. Prying into this man’s business was the last thing he wanted to do. He’d just met the guy after all.

The wolf closed his yellow eyes as Preston’s hand patted him on his soft furry head. That simple pat turned into gentle rub. Vergil seemed to smile, his ears pulled back against his skull and his tail wagged wildly behind him. He couldn’t’ wait to get to this man’s house! The first thing he wanted to do was sit on the couch. His last owner had one, but he was never allowed on it. Never had he been so excited!

As soon as the subject changed, so did the human’s demeanor. “M-Metal?” Vergil repeated, his tone sounding rather confused. The foolish beast had heard metal plenty times blaring through car windows, however he had no idea that genre was actually called metal. So his mind began to wonder. The image of Preston banging two metal pots together quickly came to mind. Surly he wouldn’t stand on a stage and do that. Vergil shook the thought from his head. He then took note of Preston’s body language. Curiosity struck yet again. The poor man seemed utterly embarrassed. Why did this human look so ashamed? Vergil was confident that his human’s music would be great! But yet, he couldn’t let this slide. “Relax.“ Vergil replied as he spun around and pressed his cold wet nose against the man’s warm rough hand. “I would love to hear you sometime!”