When Darkness Falls

Chapter 23

*TWO WEEK SKIP*  

"Honestly, Dan, can you just tell me what happened between you two? You haven't done anything but glare at her for the past two weeks." Phil's asks irritably.

"Nothing is wrong. I just don't want to talk to her. Leave it like that." Before I can actually correct my tone, it sounds like I'm snapping at him. Guilt instantly sets in my stomach as I look at his disappointed features, and I sigh. "I'm sorry. I just don't want to talk about it, okay? Not right now."

He lets out an irritated groan and smacks his hand across his forehead.

"Phil what the hell?" I grasp his hand tightly, not too tight though. I know how I sometimes forget that i'm one hundred times stronger than him. "Don't hit yourself. You know I don't like that." I roll my eyes as he continues giving me the same displeased look before letting go.

"Whatever."

Ouch. Whatever? Really? "Hey," I start with a softer, less harsh tone and try to reach out for his hand again, but he pulls away and walks out of the door. I bite my lip hard enough to taste blood, but only for a second before it healed itself. Then I just bit it again. I had to. I couldn't show that it actually sent a pang of rejection through me.

After a few minutes, I walk into the living room with Phil. His eyes were staring in the direction of the television, but I could see them shift slightly in my direction and then back to where they were originally. So he's actually trying to ignore me. Okay.

Well, instead of doing what he expected me to and staying away, I walk over towards him, smile, and then plop right next to him. "What're we watching, Philly?" With a faked innocent smile and wide eyes. He always falls for that. He says my eyes make him melt for whatever reason. I don't really see how great brown eyes can be but oh well.

Instead of giving me the satisfaction I was definitely expecting, he gives me a bored glance and then looks back towards the television.

My mouth falls into an 'O' shape as I stare awestruck at him. He just bluntly ignored me. Again.

When he doesn't meet my glance in return, my eyes start looking other places. Starting at his jawline, god I love his jawline, and then his hair being all nice and messy, then his throat.

My mouth goes dry. I can feel his blood pumping harshly against his skin.

Ba-dump Ba-dump Ba-dump

The sound hypnotizes me instantly, and I can feel it pulling me towards Phil's throat like a magnet. I'm leaning in.

Stop.

I'm leaning further.

Dan, Stop!

"Daniel!" A squeaky voice from the other side of the room snaps me back into reality, and I jerk away from Phil's throat so ferociously that I ended up on the other side of the couch completely. My hearts pounding as I look back and forth from Phil's terribly baffled expression to Zoe's absolutely terrified one. "Come help me pack my things please." Zoe says with a 'trying way too hard and not pulling it off' calm voice as she gives me a death stare.

"I- I-," Is all I can manage to get out before she's snapping at me.

"Now." Her voice goes straight from that sweet angelic ringing to a cold hard 'don't fuck with me' growl. That alone is plenty enough for me to hop up and practically run over there. Even if we aren't on talking terms, I know she saw what I almost did and she's the only one who can actually tel me not to and understand how hard it is.

I step into the guest room she'd been in. Almost everything she'd brought was packed up. She really is leaving.

Before I can get too deep into that thought, the door slams behind me and makes me nearly jump out of my skin. I'm usually not very jumpy, but almost biting Phil gets to me. Its not like I actually did it, but I definitely was going to. I wasn't going to stop myself. How can I expect a relationship with him if I can't even sit next to him without wanting to drink from him?