Werewolves in London: A Dan and Phil Fanfic

Woke Up in the Woods☾

Phil's eyes fluttered open to the sun, glazing above him. The trees watching over him. This wasn't his bedroom with his white wall and his colorful bed. Instead of the colors of green and blue surrounded him, it was leaves. He looked to his right to find Dan, still asleep. Phil looked at Dan's leg. His dinner from last night was coming up his throat. A hug, bloody bit mark laid there. Phil tried to stand but there was a pain in his leg. He looked down at his leg to find the same bite mark as Dan. He remembered last night, getting attacked by a beast but that was it. Nothing else, they both just got knocked out. But then he started to smell something , it was very odd. It smelled like metal. He didn't know how but he decided to follow it. But his leg still hurt, he decided to crawl, on his two hands and feet. It lead him to a pile of leaves a few steps from where he awoke. He scrambled scrambled through it quickly to find his DS.

"Yes!" He shouted, so loud that he heard himself echo.

The echo caused Dan to yawn and wake up.

"Phil what the hell are we doing here?" Dan screamed.

Phil turned and replied, "For my DS! Which I found!"

Dan sighed and tried to stand but found the bite on his leg, "AND WHAT THE F---- is this?"

"A bite mark," Phil bit his lip.

Dan rolled his eyes, "Please tell me this isn't like that one vampire fanfiction 'the Vampire Fic' where you are a vampire wanting my blood?"

"You think I'm a vampire?" Phil laughed.

Dan sighed, finally getting up from the dirt, "Well that thing last night wasn't exactly human."

"It was probably just a wolf," Phil responded.

Dan rolled his eyes once more, "Yeah a wolf that is bigger than you."

Phil grunted as he earned the power to stand up. He looked down at the mark, it was gone.

Dan breathed, "Uh Phil.."

Phil looked down at Dan's leg. His mark healed too.

"What is going on?" Phil asked.

Dan yelled, "How the F---- would I know?!"

"Calm down, Dan," Phil walked over to Dan.

Dan's temper was never like this.

"It must had been something with the bite," Phil thought to himself.

Dan started to walk away, dragging his feet , trying to get out of the woods.

Phil ran up to him, "Dan!"

When Dan didn't answer to Phil's shouting, Phil took Dan's shoulder and turned him. Phil saw something he didn't want to see. Dan's soft, brown eyes had turned to piercing golden eyes.

"Dan, your eyes!" Phil screamed.

Dan breathed heavily. His shoulders moved up and down. He closed eyes and tried to stay calm. Once his eyes opened again, they were back to normal.

"What the hell is going on?" Phil asked.

Dan answered, "I don't know, Phil, but we are going to find out."