The Demons Strike at Dawn |Phan

Chapter Seven

"What did y'all want with them, anyways?" Tyler asked her.
"It's crucial they work together. Don't you remember the Lester's?" Fate responded.
The two spoke outside the bar, watching the drunken mess of hunters inside. If he really tried, he could make out the unforgettable lankiness of Phil Lester, his partner nowhere to be seen.
Tyler shook his head. "They're merely human, not even hunters." He recalled, Fate shaking her head.
"Not those Lester's, Tyler. The ones upstairs." The Kings eyes widened, and Fate nodded. "And the Howell's." The two peered in at the clueless Hunter.
"Let's take this back home, shall we?" The King of hell asked. Fate nodded, and with a snap of his tiny fingers, the two disappeared.

Dan Howell couldn't get ready fast enough.
Even though he loved working with Phil, the two had decided to move on to new partners, new cases in different places.
Dan had decided to take a break, visit his mother and father in London. It had been a few years since he'd seen them last, and it felt like too long.
Phil, on the other hand, was doing business. There looked to be a possible vamp case in Colorado, so he wanted to check that out.
The two nodded their goodbyes, both too wrapped up in their minds to care.
Dan opened the door to his car (he liked to call it his baby) and threw his stuff into the back seat. Dan slid behind the wheel, twisted the key, and...
Nothing. Confused, he tried the key again. Not even a sputter of life.
Sighing, Dan got out of his car, and opened the front hood, looking for the source of the problem.
Then he heard the unmistakable sound of metal hitting bone, and his vision went black.
Meanwhile...
Phil was on his way out, driving carefully down the now populated streets. He was glad to see all the people not a demon in sight.
Phil noticed a girl on the side of the road, looking slightly lost. She had a backpack that looked like it was forty pounds, and she looked almost scared.
He pulled over to her, unrolling the passenger side window.
"Are you okay, Miss?" He asked, concerned. The girl walked over to him cautiously. Her eyes scanned the vehicle.
"C-can I get a ride? I think I'm lost." She stuttered, making Phil feel for the young girl. He hated seeing people upset or scared. He just wanted to give every single one of them a hug.
"Of course." He said, unlocking the door. "Hop in."
She smiled, looking relieved. She opened the door, climbing into the seat beside him.
"Where to?" He asked.
The girl smiled up at him. "The library, please. Maybe there's a map there."
Phil nodded, making his way to the now humanoid learning centre. Of course, with his focused on the road, he couldn't see the girl's eyes go black, and watch as her evil plan unfolded.
For, once they were at library, she simply injected a sleeping serum into his neck, and watched the kind Hunter pass out.

They awoke yet again in the library basement, tied up.
Dan felt around his pockets. They'd taken everything this time, meaning that this was not the same case they'd worked on before.
Phil struggled against the ropes, but they were tied tighter this time. He wasn't sure what this was. Didn't Tyler say it was over?
The sound of footsteps approached the room. Dan looked over to Phil, who was tied up beside him, rather than behind him. Phil just shrugged. Neither of them had any clue as to what was going on.
A door creaked open, and both sets of eyes turned to the man that walked in.
"Tyler?" Dan asked. "I thought you said it was over?"
The king of Hell rolled his eyes. "I'm the King of Hell, boys. Did y'all really expect my honesty?"
Phil cursed under his breath. He knew they shouldn't have trusted him. You never trust a demon.
Dan struggled against the ropes. "So that's it, then? We send your demons back home and this is our reward?" Phil shook his head. Did Dan even know how to shut up?
Tyler walked over to the boy, and kneeled in front of him. He stared at him intensely, as if actually considering what the young boy was saying. Then, wordlessly, punched him in the nose.
Dan felt the break, and knew that it wouldn't heal for a long while, and especially not in the right way. He glared at the King, and felt the slight shift from beside him.
Tyler got up and went to the shelves, where he had a long, plain, silver looking knife. He dusted it off, and swung it into a table.
It went through the wood like butter.
Shrugging, Tyler turned to Dan. "Now, maybe if you had learned to shut your motherfuckin' mouth..." He raised the knife level with Dan's neck.
Phil leapt up and tackled the king of Hell, leaving a nick from the blade on Dan's neck.
Glancing beside him, Dan noticed Phil had, with his oddly flexible wrists, untied his ropes. Dan struggled against his, but was constricted by his normal functioning hands.
Instead, he was forced to watch the vicious fight scene in front of him.
Tyler and Phil wrestled for the sword. Phil had Tyler pinned to the ground, but even the greatest Hunter was no match for the King of Hell. Tyler simply snapped his fingers, and was gone in an instant.
Phil stood up, heaving. Seeing Dan still helplessly tied up in the corner, Phil walked over to the poor boy and released him.
Dan rubbed his wrists. "Thanks." He said. Phil nodded in return, picking the blade off the floor. "What do you think it is?" He asked, and Phil shrugged.
Looking up into Dan's deep brown eyes, Phil smiled slightly. "It looks to me like we might want to book a few nights in town."