There's probably loads of typos as usual. I'll edit later tonight.
At around 1am Virgil gave up trying to sleep. After being in a hospital twilight for days he'd been looking forward to sleeping in his own bed, instead he lay watching shadows fade and re-appear across the ceiling, thinking things that only made him more anxious by the minute. Images of Damien in his wolf form, snarling, with blazing eyes and crazy Damos ready to claw him popped into his mind. A couple of strong pain killers would go down nicely he thought.
Virgil wondered if The PA was awake, he slipped his oversized hoodie over his boxers and went looking for his phone. He turned on the TV, settled himself carefully on the couch and tapped in a message on his phone.
"Are you awake?" V
"No." P
"Hilarious." V
"What's up?" P
"I can't sleep. Why are you awake." V
"Working." P
"Can you work here? Keep me company." V
"There in 20." P
Virgil smiled.
"Bring treats." V
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Damien (PoV)
Damien spent the time burying himself in work. It was another day where he felt he had taken one step forward and then two steps back in his attempt to get closer to Virgil. He started the day hopeful that things were going to change, instead a pleasant breakfast turned into a farce, ending with Virgil leaving looking shell shocked.
The rest of the day was no better. The iciness between him and the PA grew worse as the day went on, and then there was his father. When he went to talk to him, it only confirmed how far his mind had deteriorated and how serious his fixation with Virgil was. His mother was at the end of her tether.
He was especially disappointed and angry with the PA and it continued to niggle him. After everyone left the dining room he and Paul had stayed to talk. Both of them held their coffee cups as if they were the last life jackets on the Titanic.
"I admire your father greatly. He was a powerful respected leader, a brilliant mind for business that made this pack a great deal of money. But..." The PA wasn't sure how to go on without sounding disloyal to his old Alpha. "..that was the second time he's attacked Virgil. Are you going to talk to him?"
"No!" Damien sipped his coffee, an uneasy silence between them. "Paul. I'll handle this." But this time, for the first time The PA didn't stand down.
"And how are you going to do that?" Paul's voice had an edge to it that Damien wasn't use to. This angry, challenging tone was coming from his right hand man, the person who was supposed to be ALWAYS on his side. Whose sole purpose was to serve the Alpha. The PA's eyes never faltered, even when Damien could feel his aura turning dark and his wolf growling.
Damien stood up and slammed the coffee cup on the table. "Speak to me like that again and you'll be seeing the inside of one of the cells. I said I will handle my father."
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Paul (PoV)
The door opened a second after he knocked. Paul was stressed and tired but when Virgil called he felt he should go and see how he was. Lewis had delivered him home and made sure he was over the drama of the morning before he left him. He was carrying his briefcase full of work he needed to get through hand a plastic bag full of disgustingly unhealthy treats as requested. He was greeted with a grinning Virgil in an enormous black hoodie and not much else, his slim but strong runner's legs impossible to miss. He managed to look both cute and incredibly sexy at the same time.
The PA walked into the room feeling a little flustered, he wasn't use to the casualness of their friendship. He suddenly felt over dressed in his jeans, jumper and boots, He handed over the bag of treats.
"OM...you are the best." Virgil rummage through the bag to see what he'd brought. "I've died and gone to heaven." He turned the bag out on the kitchen bench, a tub of salted caramel and praline ice cream rolled along the top and was saved from falling to the floor at the last minute. Popcorn, a few bags of chips and a huge bar of chocolate, fell in a pile on the bench. Virgil made a Homer Simpson gurgle noise. Paul was clueless.
The PA noticed the suitcase from earlier in the day was opened in the corner of the room and tried to ignore the urge to put everything away. He started taking his paperwork out of his brief case and piling them on the dining room table but Virgil dragged him to the couch. "Lets watch a movie."
"I've got work to do. You watch the movie I'll sit over here." Virgil held on to his arm. Paul could feel how weak Virgil's grip was and gave in anyway. He was pushed down on the couch and next minute his boots were being pulled off. "Get comfy."
Virgil disappeared for a minute and then came back with two spoons and the ice cream.
"The Suicide Squad....I've seen it three times already." Virgil huddled close to Paul, working there mote. Paul just stared at him, wondering if he realised how he affected people. He felt his warm soft body lost in the huge hoodie press against him. All this scene needed was them both wearing facial masks and it would be a chick flick. A thought came to him and he asked gently. "This is what you had with James, isn't it?" Paul meant the simple camaraderie and he pointed at the scene.
"Mmm..yes I suppose. It was nice at the end of a bad day to have someone to chill with." Virgil looked sad and then added urgently. "I'm not using you as a replacement or anything like that." He looked horrified that Paul might think that. "I like your company."
The PA nodded at the TV and said "Shut up then and start the movie. I'm warning you, start telling me the plot and I'm leaving."
"This IS nice." Virgil turned his innocent face up at Paul. "The best I've felt all day." Paul felt doomed.
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Damien (PoV)
Damien and a lieutenant stood at the door of Damos rooms. They were on the top floor of the East Wing of the main house and over looked the whole compound. "Are you ready?" The Alpha asked. The lieutenant was a older man, close to his father's age. He was dressed in the uniform of all lieutenants...tailored black suit and expressionless face. The man pulled a pen from his coat pocket, clicked it and slipped it into the clipboard he was carrying. "Yes Sir."
Damien knocked on the door and the two men waited. No answer came and Damien was about to knock again when his mother opened the door, she looked harassed. He realised how much she had aged recently. The constant worry for her mate showed in the deep lines in her face.
"This isn't a good time darling." Luna held her hand up to stop him coming into the room. "Please another time." She begged softy. Her gentle eyes pleading with him.
"Who's there?" Damien heard his father bellow from another room. He set his mother to one side with gentle hands on her shoulders and a quick kiss on her forehead.
"Father. Can you spare a moment.' Damien strode in his lieutenant in tow.
He could hear the thudding footsteps of his father coming in his direction. He appeared at the door of the bedroom and strode straight up to face him... inches away. "You dare show your face in front of me. You insolent pup." Damos's chest expanded. His breath hot and unpleasant on Damien's face. His mind may have suffered a blow of late but he was still a powerful Lycan. His aura flaring angrily.
"How dare yo bare you fangs to me. You aren't the Alpha yet and I won't have that lowborn rogue in my home. He should have been long gone and out of our lives." He started to pace up and down the room, his wolf growling. Damien and his mother shared a strained look between them and then his mother sat down. Damien could see the tears in her eyes. "Sophia, now she, would have make an excellent mate. I hope you haven't offended her."
"Don't think you'll get away without a punishment. My word is law, as much I love you son that was out of line." He was getting angrier by the moment. These days Damos was like a volcano, starting with a rumble and progressing to an all out colossal eruption in the matter of seconds.
"The PA is no better. What hold has that boy got over the two of you. You both run around after him like love sick puppies. If he shows his face here again I swear I will kill him with my bear hands. I keep warning you but no more."
Damos was moving towards Damien his fingers curled into claws and the veins on his neck bulging. Luna jumped up. "Please calm yourself darling, please, please you'll make yourself sick again." Damos threw her off. "I'm perfectly fine. My wolf is as powerful as ever." He growled. "What sort of mate are you...why aren't you reprimanding your son for disrespecting his father and Alpha. What use are you." Damien had had enough. He saw his mother cringe, the pain cutting to the core. It had become obvious to Damien over the months that although a mate bond was unbreakable and the connection between mind, body and soul complete; when the mind starts to fragment due to illness it caused glitches. The connection breaks down, so does the bond. His father's erratic behaviour was bad enough but even worse was seeing his mother feeling what amounted to rejection by her mate.
"Father." Damien said in his loud Alpha voice, his own aura now blazing and sending sparks in a directions. His Alpha presence unmistakable. His wolf proudly poised and ready to make an appearance again if needs be.
"I am the Alpha of the Pure Bloods. I have been for almost a year." The statement was simple and clear. His father stopped in his tracks. His hand hung in the air for a moment before it fell to his side. His eyes darted around the room, slowly understanding replaced the anger, as if a fog lifted and he could suddenly see clearly. Then came the reality and of what he had just said and done, the horror and humiliation. Luna rushed to him and he dropped to the couch holding his head.
When Damien left the room his lieutenant was close by. When they were alone he spoke in a shaky voice. The conversation was even worse than he expected. "So...Doctor what's your assessment of my father's current mental state?"