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Sired Chapter Four
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Patton was very, very excited! They’d decorated the living room and kitchen in the best way he could think of for Virgil, and Roman had bought a cake, and they even had some presents hidden away.
“I think we’re all set up!” Patton said excitedly, bouncing up on his toes a bit. He was very ready for Virgil to get back! Maybe it was a little anxious too, but mostly excitement!
Emile smiled in a much calmer way. “I’ll call them then.”
“Do we hide?” Thomas asked.
“It is kind of a surprise party~” Remus said, an inflection in his voice that instantly convinced Patton.
“No, we don’t need to hide.”
There was a loud whistle from Emile that Patton could hear very clearly despite him being outside, and it was only another minute before Virgil was bursting through the door and Patton grabbed him in a hug. “Happy birthday!”
Virgil grinned, looking a bit different somehow. He was standing up a bit straighter, and looking Patton right in his eyes. “Thank you so much, Patton.”
Patton couldn’t resist grabbing him in another hug. “You’re welcome!”
“Let’s eat cake!” Remus said excitedly.
Virgil’s eyes went wide, and a little wet. “You got me a cake?”
Patton nodded excitedly. “And presents!”
Virgil’s jaw dropped, “You— you didn’t have to— when even—but—“ he hugged Patton tightly.
Patton bounced a bit in the hug. “Just wait till you see them!”
Virgil finally pulled away, his eyes dry, but only just.
Logan had put the candles on the cake and was just finishing lighting them. “Making a wish before blowing them out is customary,” he said, lifting the cake and holding it in front of Virgil.
Virgil grinned, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them and blowing out the candles.
Patton, Emile, Roman and Thomas cheered, and Patton started up singing Happy Birthday, which everyone joined in. By the end of the song, Virgil was red right up to the ears, but grinning still.
Emile took the cake, cutting it into pieces with a cheap black plastic knife. “Now, you vampires can try to eat cake, or wait for the humans to get a sugar rush and then drink.”
“That works?” Roman asked.
Both Remy and Dee nodded.
Remus shrugged. “I’m eating cake!”
“Well there’s… more vampires than humans now… it’s not really fair for us to eat so much, is it?” Virgil asked hesitantly.
Logan shook his head. “Particularly if Remus does not intend to drink blood we’ll be perfectly fine. Human blood replaces its bulk within a week of being drawn. The cells won’t be fully replaced for another six, but that does not seem to be a problem for vampires. Consequently, you take proportionally less of what we need with more frequent feedings. A single human ought to be enough or nearly enough for a vampire to eat properly without harm to either.”
There were several more or less confused nods, and then all of the humans and Remus got cake. Patton was more than a bit sad about no cake, but he didn’t want to feel all yucky and throw up.
“Oh! While you’re eating we can give presents!” Patton suggested.
It only took a few minutes for them to all migrate to the living room and the presents to be pulled out.
“I want to go first!” Patton said excitedly.
Remy chuckled. “No one’s gonna stop you.”
Patton eagerly handed the bag to Virgil.
Virgil opened it, pulling out the stuffed animal and holding it delicately.
Patton still felt a bit self-conscious about how lumpy it was, but the careful way Virgil was holding it made him sure that Virgil didn’t mind. “It’s a bat! And I know it’s not as fluffy as it could be, but I made it! Emile showed me how.”
Emile chuckled lightly. “He learned a lot this week, and was so worried it wouldn’t be finished in time, or that you might find it.”
Virgil silently spread out the little wings, holding it up at eye level. “I love it, Patton,” he said quietly, his voice rather hoarse-sounding, as if he might cry.
Patton leaned against him in a slightly more subtle hug.
“Can I be next?” Roman asked, holding up a wrapped box.
Virgil nodded, sniffing once and handing Patton the bat. “Can you hold him for me?”
Patton just smiled brightly, holding the bat carefully.
Roman brought the box over and handed it to Virgil.
Virgil opened the box by unsticking the tape and unfolding the paper, instead of ripping it, and finally unfolded the cardboard flaps, peeking inside. “Paint?”
Roman nodded, grinning. “I’m not exactly the best painter, but I dabble some, and you seemed to really enjoy the little bit we did a while back, so I figured maybe we could do it together? Make it into a hobby?”
Virgil nodded immediately, smiling wide. “That sounds amazing. Thank you, Roman.”
Roman also nodded, a happy, proud smile covering his face.
“I don’t exactly have a present,” Logan said. “But I would like to extend to you my assistance in whatever you might need. I’ve—“ he reached into his pocket as Roman suddenly snickered. He frowned at Roman, face turning a bit pink. “I suppose ‘coupons’ are not, in fact, traditionally given as signifiers.”
Virgil nodded quickly. “They are actually, I gave them to my mom several times growing up. I’d love them.”
Virgil’s sincerity, coupled with Patton’s and Emile’s glares, dried up Roman’s laughter, and Logan handed Virgil a small slip of paper.
“Thank you, Logan. I’ll be sure to ask you if I need help with anything.”
Logan’s blush grew just slightly, but his little smile was devoid of embarrassment as he nodded.
“We’ll be next,” Remy said, standing up and holding out a phone to Virgil. “It’s from me and Emile. It’s all clear, no one should be able to track you, and it has everyone’s contact information and pictures of us all.”
Virgil’s eyes went wide. “And I can keep it?”
Remy burst into laughter. “What else is a birthday present for?”
“But it’s a phone! It’s expensive!”
Remy waved away his concern. “I’ve had hundreds of years to earn money, let me spend a bit on you.”
Emile also nodded firmly, which effectively cut off any more protests Virgil might have.
“So, from Dee and I, it’s not quite a present either, but we can show you how to get some of the ‘hunter stink’ off of Logan and Roman, which will make things better for you with eating,” Thomas said.
Virgil nodded very seriously. “Thank you.”
“I’d be pretty interested in seeing that too,” Remy said, leaning forward.
Dee glanced to Thomas, and then shrugged. “As long as it doesn’t leave this group.”
“But we can do it later, or tomorrow,” Thomas said. “Let’s keep today for birthday celebration.”
Patton agreed quickly.
“My present for you is still in the mail,” Remus said gleefully, leaned back in his chair, with frosting on his mustache.
“What did you order in the mail ?” Logan asked. “And how?”
Remus shrugged. “Courier, anyway.”
‘Courier?’ Roman mouthed, frowning in confusion.
“Well thank you,” Virgil said.
Remus grinned proudly, and then stood up abruptly. “I’ll get out of earshot before I puke.”
Patton grimaced, though he was glad he wouldn’t have to hear it.
“Is that all the presents?” Roman asked.
Patton nodded. “Yep! I think so.”
“Thank you guys,” Virgil said, his voice choking up a bit again. “This has been the best birthday I’ve had in years!”
Patton hugged Virgil, who sniffed and hugged tight, smiling even while teary.
•^*^••
“It was really a good birthday?” Patton whispered.
They were both laying in their beds, feeling pleasantly full and very warm.
“It was.” Virgil said firmly. “I haven’t had a party since… I think since my mom died. It was fantastic. Thank you.”
“You’ve missed out on that many birthdays?” Patton asked, frowning slightly.
Virgil shrugged. “I still had the birthday, just not a party.”
Patton frowned more. “Well then you better brace yourself, Kiddo! Cause next year you’re getting a way better party!”
“You don’t need to go that far—“
“I will! Every single friend you make until then, and a massive cake, and you’ll be drowning in presents-“
“Patton! I would die of embarrassment if you did that.”
Patton chuckled evilly. “That’s why I said brace yourself.”
“Patton!”
“Mwahahaha!”
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