The Demons Strike at Dawn |Phan

Chapter Two

(Phiiil ❤️ Quiff Phil makes me die)

Dan. Dan Howell. Daniel.
Phil couldn't believe it. Out of all the hunters he knew, none of them had ever mentioned Dan. Never told him that the boy he saved a year ago had become a hunter, and a damn good one too.
According to Zoe, Dan had been on the Demon trail for a while. He was fairly good at it, for a new hunter. A year didn't usually give you the amount of knowledge on these beasts that he had.
Phil shook his head, heading out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.
As Phil slipped on his jeans, a knock came from his door. He buttoned up his pants and opened the door.
Dan stared at him. "Oh, shit. Sorry, I can, uh, leave-" Phil shook his head, hoping the heat on his cheeks wasn't registering on the outside. He opened the door wider, letting Dan in. "I, uh, wanted to go over what we already knew." Dan said, looking everywhere but Phil.
"Yeah, sure." Phil nodded, and sat down on his bed. "What have you got?" He asked, hoping Dan would initiate the conversation.
Dan coughed, reminding himself to be normal, like Phil. "Well, I know that the only place untouched by demonic activity is this bar. Until yesterday, I was fairly certain the abandoned corner store was free too." Dan looked at Phil for confirmation, and Phil nodded, telling him to go on. "I think the only reason they aren't here is the sheer amount of hunters, but it's only usually Alfie and Zoella during the day. Which means either they're afraid of them, or this is their final destination." Dan swallowed, hoping that his tendency to theorize things hadn't gotten the best of him.
"That makes sense." Phil agreed, sending relief through Dan's body. "Take over the hunters bar, take their home away from them, but why?" He asked, looking into Dan's eyes. "This isn't normal demonic behavior. They don't randomly group up to take over a village." The two stayed looking at each other for a while.
It was Dan who broke the silence. "They must have a boss, someone who's telling them what to do." He declared, grabbing a seat at the small desk in the room. "But why now? Why would they try to take over the hunters at this moment?" Dan's eyes begin to glaze over, going through all of the possibilities. His train of thought crashed at the sound of Phil's loud yawn.
"Maybe we can discuss it in the morning." Phil said, and Dan noticed the bags under the hunters eyes. Dan nodded, and got up.
"Night, then, Phil." Dan said, heading to the door.
"Dan, wait." Phil said, causing Dan to turn around. Phil knew what he wanted to say; Do you remember me? Did you remember the person you saved? But instead, he only voiced "Good night, Dan." And turned away, sure his cheeks must be blazing.
Dan felt a sadness rush over him, and walked out the door. He was hoping Phil would have said something about the last time, about saving his life, or anything, really. Dan sulked all the way to his room, greeted by his bed. Dan just sat on it, reliving the events of the past night.
He'd watch his best friend, a fellow hunter get possessed. He'd killed her, watched the light go out of her eyes. A tear slipped down his cheek. He'd miss Ingrid, she always was Dan's other half.
His thoughts then turned to his partner in the moment. Phil Lester.
Dan had heard of Phil in conversations. He was a good hunter, never had a particular partner, usually just went with whoever was there. Phil was a good guy, funny, just an amazing hunting partner.
As Dan rolled over onto his side, Phil was the only thing on his mind, sending him into a dream about the horrific events that lead up to meeting the hunter.

It was his girlfriend, Grace.
Dan watched her as she was strangled to death by that beast.
He watched as the only person he loved collapsed onto the floor. As the ghost turned to him, he heard a crash, and pounding footsteps.
"Dan!" Phil called, running into the room. He took a shot at the ghost and it disappeared. "Dan, are you alright?" He asked, Dan nodding. "Lily, you go burn the bones, you know where they are." He said to the short, beautiful girl scurrying out of the room.
"Dan!" Phil called again, confusing Dan. He didn't remember this part. "Behind you!" Dan turned around, coming face to face with a black eyed Ingrid.
"Hello there, you useless piece of trash." She said, smiling. Dan backed up, her taking careful steps towards him. "What a poor excuse of a hunter." She laughed in a raspy voice.
A gunshot went off at Ingrid, when Dan's eyes shot open.
Dan groaned. What a stupid dream, he thought. He turned to his clock, finding it to only be 3am. Rolling his eyes, Dan turned over, trying to ignore his cold sweat.
After all, it was only a dream, and that was going to be the least of his concerns in the next few weeks.