Chapter 3: Rumors
(A/N: most of this has been from Amdorras POV, or at least, that's how I was wanting to portray it. But I figured for this chapter I'd switch it up a bit and do from Vergil's. Enjoy! ~Phoenix)
Middle of the day... Perhaps his most hated part of the day. By now everyone's morning lattes and caffeine had kicked in and they were wide awake now. Which meant they were talkative, and loud, and did not care for others peace and privacy.
He disliked the jostling, the throwing of objects across the hallways, the jumping and yelling and high fiving. He hated the looks of people as he passed them by.
But he especially hated the whispers. They thought he could not hear them, but he did. He acted as though he did not, that part was easy. It was the not reacting to them that took every bit of his self control. Especially now that it was awake.
He heard enough voices as it was, he didn't need that one in his head. Feeding on his emotions and instincts, begging for their blood everytime he heard someone utter Andorras name in a false implication.
At least, the human part of him believed it to be false. But the demon... This instinctual part of him, just knew that what they said was true. Maybe the demon was just biased against angels?
He shouldn't have confronted Andorra the way he did a few days ago. That was wrong of him. He did not have all of the information that he needed.
But this thing, this creature, was begging for her to be wrong. But they both knew that what she said was truthful.
So why had he not conceded the fact? Why had he been so cold towards her? Why had he just walked off like he had?
He sighed to himself and shook his head, rubbing at one of his temples.
He disliked questioning his own actions. But these days, they did not feel like his own anymore.
It wasn't until he heard his name called that he was roused from his inner musings.
"Vergil!" He heard his name again.
Was that... Why was she here?
He turned to have his suspicion confirmed. Andorra was in the upperclassman wing of the school. Where she should not be.
"What are you doing here?" He asked when she got closer. "Go back to your side and leave me alone."
Why did he just say that? She came all this way, would probably get in trouble, just to talk to him, it must be important and here he was just shrugging her away.
it's been a few days... She's come up with a convincing lie the demon whispered.
Shut. Up.
"I wanted to talk to you about the other day." She said, slightly out of breath. She must have sprinted here. Her cheeks were flushed, she had a slight sheen of sweat on her skin and her hair was kind of frizzy, but overall, she seemed in decent spirits.
"Let me guess, you've come up with what you think is a believable cover up?" He asked as she reached his locker and opened it, haphazardly tossing his books in it.
"I, what? No." She said, though her spirit immediately tanked as he could tell by watching her shoulders slump slightly out of the corner of his eye. And her entire aura seemed to change as well. Gone was the happy buzz she had greeted him with. Now she glowered sadly, hurt, dejected, rejected. "But I forgot, you don't care what I have to say." She stated, tone flat and monotone now.
Even she knows she cannot fix her mistake...
Quiet you.
"What did you have to say?" He found himself asking.
"Doesn't matter anymore." She stated, waving him off. "Forget it." She added as she went to walk away.
He rolled his eyes and sighed before reaching out and gently reaching for her arm. Apparently what transpired the other day was still bothering her, because she reacted more harshly that he had ever seen her before. The way she wrenched herself out of his grasp with a fearful gasp made him freeze. She turned and backed out of his reach so quickly it dumbfounded him for a second.
"I said forget it." She stated, voice raised and wavering ever so slightly.
The demon within chuckled at seeing her in such a state.
She should cower... It is their nature to tremble in our presence...
Shut. Up!
"Andorra, I-"
She didn't allow him to finish. She just shook her head and ducked away, weaving her way back to the other side of the school.
So focused was he on her, he did not notice the stares and whispers and snickers of his peers until she disappeared from his sight.
He turned to glare at those who were whispering behind their hands.
"What is so funny?" He demanded.
"Her, how desperate she is." They replied before the bell rang and they scurried off before he could ask anymore.
He did not care if he were late for his next class. He simply stood in the hallway for several seconds, enjoying the peace and quiet the emptiness brought with it. It gave him time to clear his head, if only slightly.
What did they mean by desperate, he wondered.
Perhaps desperate to have you believe her lies...
Vergil squeezed his eyes shut for a moment as he thought.
I did not begin to doubt her character until you arrived. This is your fault.
Believe what you will, boy.
Vergil growled to himself and slung his backpack over his shoulder before slamming his locker closed.
He was going to pull one of his brothers old tricks for the first and probably last time ever.
Vergil was skipping school for the rest of the day.
He produced his phone from his pocket and soon had his father on the line.
"We need to talk."