When Darkness Falls

Chapter 22

"I'm the one who turned you."

The words ring through my ears over and over, but I can't seem to fully process them. My best freind is the one who killed me and turned me into a vampire. My best friend left me, scared and alone all these years to learn and deal with this by myself.

"Dan." Zoe says calmly. Its like the calm before the storm. And I feel that damn storm boiling up inside me. "Calm down."

Then it snaps.

I push her twice as hard as earlier into the wall, leaving a crack. "Why the fuck would you turn me into a god damn vampire? You killed me! This is all because of you!"

"Dan stop!" She screeches and shoves me across the room. "This isn't what you think so just shut up and listen for once!"

"Listen to you?" Now its really boiling. How can she expect me to listen to her after telling me she's the reason I'm a vampire. "You expect me to listen to you after what you did?"

"I had to Dan." Zoe buries her face into the palm of her hands, her voice defeated. "Just listen to me."

I shake my head. This is incredilous. "Why can't I remember? I've talked to other vampires who remember their change just fine, but I don't remember anything. Why?" I'm still pissed, so my tone is short. I figure that's better than yelling and trying to rip her head off.

"I- I got a witch to take your memory away." With a heavy sigh, she walks over towards me and puts a hand on my shoulder. I shrug it off.

"What the hell? Why?" My voice is on the verge of yelling again, so I take a few more deep breaths. "Wait are you talking about Maggie?" The witch who was randomly nice to a random vampire. God I was so stupid to think that was coincidental.

"I can't tell you right now."

"Oh I'm sure you can." I exclaim threateningly and step towards her again so our chests are nearly touching. Since I'm so much taller than her, all I have to do is look down and its immediately intimidating. At least I hope it is. I just want her to tell me.

"Actually I can't. And I won't. There's a time and place for it, but that's not right now." She shakes her head again and rolls her eyes. I can tell she's getting tired of the interrogation but oh well. "Just let it go." With another eye roll she shrugs and turns to walk away.

That's it. I grab her arm as tightly as I can, but she immediately turns it around in a horrible angle. In the blink of an eye, she has a hand around my throat and throws me against the wall.

I wince as she tightens her grip around me. "Now listen here Dan Howell," she grimaces, her voice dripping with irritation. "I am not here to hurt you. And I'm going to give you answers just not right now. Now you can stop being an asshole or I can set you back in your place. What's it going to be?"

Honestly if I wasn't absolutely whipped with Phil and on a track towards getting better, I'd find this extremely hot. Okay it is hot. Zoe in general is pretty much hot, but hey I'm gay and also feel the inside of my throat being squished together in an utterly horrible way. "F- fine. Fuck." I gasp and she lets me go. I fall straight to the floor.

"Good. Now I'm going to go go back to my room and probably sleep the whole day. Please try not to be mad at me. I did it because I had to okay?" The coldness that was on her expression earlier is now completely gone. Instead its replaced by sorrow and pity as she turns and walks away.

I roll my eyes as I stand up awkwardly and irritably. "Yeah, yeah okay sure." I mumble angrily and brush the dust off of my pants. I'll just go find Phil. I could use some hugs or something. Zoe pissed me off and I just found that she was the one who turned me. Worst of all, I don't have anyone to talk to about it. Phil doesn't know about me being a vampire. Anymore at least.

With an irritated breath I speed upstairs. I knock on the door lightly just to be sure that I don't intrude on anything. "Phil are you decent?"

Almost immediately, he responds with a chuckle. "Does it matter?"

Fair enough. With that I walk in. All the lights are off and the curtains are closed so, without my good seeing anyways, you really wouldn't be able to see anything. The scent of his strong body wash and steam lingers through the room causing me to bite my lip in curiosity. I could use a little bit of stress relief honestly. "Where are you?"

In a matter of seconds, Phil steps out of the bathroom with only a pair of sweats on. His soaked hair falls messily across his face until he flicks it and sends little droplets of whatever everywhere and butterflies through my stomach. "Sorry I wasn't really expecting you to be in here for a bit." He chuckles and looks down.

"I guess this is perfect timing then." I laugh and he blushes. But I just walk towards him. We can do all that sexual stuff later. Right now I just need a bit of comfort. "Here," I start with my voice soft and reach out for his hand. "Can we just lay down for a bit? I just need a few minutes if that's okay with you-"

"Dan it's fine." Phil smiles and grasps my hand tightly. He drags me gently behind him as he walks to the bed and let's go only to lay down. "Come on then." He practically whispers and scoots over just enough for me to be able to lay down. He must have been able to see the distress on my face, because his expression is filled with worry and confusion. I hate that I can't tell him any of it. I just want him to know, but we agreed we wouldn't until the time was right; even if that does hurt me more than it really should.

"Dan?" Phil calls softly with his hand outstretched for me. "What's bothering you?"

My stomach drops a bit. There it is. Make up a lie? Don't tell him? "Let's just not worry about it please." I begin as I crawl up next to him. I'm immediately comforted as Phil wraps his arms around my neck and scoots as close as he can get. "Not yet." I whisper. Maybe later he'll actually be able to know some of my problems. Who knows when that'll be?

"You don't have to talk about it." His linger in my hair messing up the fringe, but it's not like that's a big deal. All I care about is the way it feels laying next to Phil's chest; the rise and fall of his chest, the way his heart beats. Just that is enough to calm me almost instantly. But of course that doesn't stop my head from going stupid.

Zoe changed me. She fed me her blood and killed me and turned me into a vampire. Then she left me out there by myself to fend for myself. I was confused. I had no fucking idea what was wrong with me or what to do, but she just left. I know I'm supposed to be all hard and emotionless but this hurts. No matter what her excuse is, it doesn't change what she did. It's unforgivable.

With a deep sigh I bury my head in his shoulder and inhale his vanilla-like smell that always seemed to linger around him. It's so relaxing. "Do you mind if I sleep for a bit? Do you have something else to do?" I whisper longingly.

"Not anymore. Go to sleep." Phil whispers as well. I'm not sure why we always whisper when we're the only beings close enough to hear anything we're saying.

The feeling of Phil's fingers through my hair and the others trading patterns across my back soothes me instantly. His breathing sends my eyes fluttering, trying desperately to stay awake and be able to hear him. But it's no use because in a matter of seconds I'm sound asleep.

A/N
Okay so don't hate me. I've had like a month long writers block. Left you guys on a cliff hanger so so sorry U G H! I hate when writers do that I'm sorry :(((. Oooohhh but what's gonna happen with Dan and Zoe now that Dan has found out about her turning him???? Hmm guess you'll have to wait and seeeee