In The Middle (Prinxiety)

Why him?-Twelve

--A week and a half later--

Virgil's POV

I rub at my temples. I haven't been so scared to see anyone in a long time. But that's what happens to me when I isolate myself after bad nightmares. Patton has knocked on my door many times asking me if I wanted to come and eat breakfast with him and the others. I always decline.

Today is new though. I hear a knock on my door, "Yes Patton?" I say lifting my head from my hands to look at the shut door as if someone was inside with me.

"Not Patton." I hear the familiar voice of Logan.

"What do you need Logan?"

"I was wondering if I could study this recent behavior of yours."

"Sure." I grunt. "It will be a start to face humanity again." I mutter to myself.

"Alright. May you unlock the door?"

"Yeah. One moment." I say. I then rush to my name on the wall and drop the cloth then flip my hood up and unlock the door.

Logan steps in and is taken aback by the sheer darkness of my room. He looks around for a moment then sits down on one of my beanbags. I lock the door and sit at my desk.

"So, why do you want to study my behavior?"

"Because you went from fairly social to... very isolated. None of us has seen you since the morning after Valentine's Day. Mind telling me why?"

"Nightmares. They all suck." I groan.

"Interesting. Do you have nightmares often?"

"Every time I fall asleep. That's why I'm always tired and only take thirty minute long naps."

"Intriguing." Logan says writing a few things down on a clipboard, "How do you usually act to prevent these? Or how do you deal with yourself after the nightmare?"

"Like I said. To prevent them, I don't really sleep. And I usually isolate myself after one, but my most recent one was terrible. So this is the longest time I've isolated myself in a long time."

"Would you mind telling me about your nightmare?"

I tense up, "I would like to keep that to myself." I don't want him knowing that the dark-siders exist quite yet.

"Oh. Alright. What do you do in these times of isolation?"

"Well. I draw." I point the the many sketches and drawings on my desk, "I paint." I gesture to the half-finished painting on my easel, "And I read." I gesture to my bookshelf full of different books. Some horror, some paranormal, some action and adventure, and many others. I have at least one of every genre.

"Interesting," Logan writes a few more things. One of my books catches his eye and he stands to walk over to it.

"May I borrow this book?" He asks, pulling out the book Eragon by Christopher Paolini.

"Yeah. I finished it a while back. You can borrow it."

"Thank you Anxiety."

"No problem." I smile. Logan walks out but is stopped in my door frame. He talks to someone for a minute then turns back to me.

"Roman wants to talk to you. Are you okay with that?"

I rub my temples again, "Yeah sure."

Roman's POV

"You can go in." Logan solemnly tells me. I nod and push past him. I forget how dark and nightmare-ish this room is. I mean, I've only seen it once from the doorway, but it's worse when you properly step in. How does Patton do it? I will never know.

"So. Hot topic." I say, scaring the dark aspect who is stacking a bunch of papers on his desk. Neat freak. He's like Logan.

"What do you want?" Anxiety says to me in a gruff voice. I close the door and sit down on his bed. He turns his pitch black chair to face me.

"I- uh." I look around and notice his full bookshelf, "Woah! You like reading?!" I teased. What a nerd. He's just like Logan.

"What of it?"

"It's a thing that only nerds do."

Anxiety growls. He sounds like a wolf. "You have one more chance before I throw you out of my room!"

I straighten, "Fine fine. I was just wondering if you would like to try and... be... friends?"

"In your dreams Princey." Anxiety returns with a wink. Blush rises to my face and my cheeks grow incredibly hot. Anxiety flinches to something. Did he notice the blush on my face? Did I do something to make him flinch?

He suddenly gets up and I think that he's going to kick me out for something, but he goes to his closet. Why his closet? Does he remember that I'm still here?

He then grabs a jacket I didn't notice was on the doorknob, takes it off the hanger, and drapes it around his forearm. He then takes some tall finger-less gloves and slides them up his arm, pushing up his sleeves and replacing their spot. And he removes his jacket from his arms.

Why is he so strong looking? He looks much stronger than Thomas, how? Am I just imagining all these things?

Anxiety slips on his new jacket, which has dark spots randomly spread around that. Must be a different design. But I wonder why he changed his jacket in the first place.

"Hey Anxiety?"

"Whoa! You know my... name." He says shocked. Though, when he said name he got a lot more silent and paused.

"I mean. I've always known your name. I just don't like using names. If you can't tell."

"Can't tell? I must be oblivious."

"Why's that?"

"I've always heard you call Patton and Logan by their names. But, it's usually just nicknames for me. Am I oblivious. Because you make it out like I don't hear any of these things."

That hit me. Like he just chucked half a boulder at my chest. My chest, why does it hurt? I shake off the feeling and open my mouth to speak, but I can't manage to find any words.

"Huh." He says, running over to me at a crazy fast speed.

Fangs?
Speedy?

I must be seeing things.

"You can't defend yourself. You aren't denying it." He says, slowly leaning closer to me. "Now, lying is bad."

He leans incredibly close to my face, "Now who's the bad guy?" Anxiety then leans forward and... bites my neck! Everything turns black.

Virgil's POV

I can't help it. He's blushing so much. So much blood.

"Now who's the bad guy?" I ask in a sinister whisper then lean in and bite his neck. Right on the vein. Yeah, that's a good spot.

I suck some of his blood. I want more, but I can't kill the guy. I stop and erase his memory since I whispered that last line. He will remember everything else. I quickly get up and change my jacket, wipe the blood from my face and his neck, get rid of any of his pain and the marks, and go to sit back where I was before knowing that he will wake up soon.

He opens his eyes slowly and stares at me. "Did I fall asleep? How long was I out."

"Yeah. You passed out when I got too close. You've only been out for a few minutes." I tell him as I put my headphones on and flip my hood up.

"Why did you get so close? And why do you keep bringing up the term bad guy?"

"I got close because, that's called intimidation. And I hate the term 'bad guy'." 

"Then why do you use it?"

"Why'd you use it? You don't seem to have a fond liking to it?"

"When did I u-..." His face goes stone cold and then slightly distorts, "Oh. That's why you direct it toward me."

"I only do what others do to me."