Phan Oneshots

Of Blood and Rose Petals

Spooky Week #2!

Pretty much everyone requested this, but there wasn't really a specific prompt, so I'm making up my own.

Summary: Dan is a vampire who has been taught all his long life that he is superior to the human race. He is better in every way and will outlive them all, until the end of time. But sometimes he just gets lonely.

//lil bit of naughtiness later on, just a warning//

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Dan hadn't meant to kill the girl, really, but if he was being completely honest, it wasn't technically an accident. He wasn't big on the whole murder thing, but sometimes it was necessary; when the prey became hysterical, and would start screaming their lungs out, well, what else was he supposed to do?

The body dropped to alley floor with a resounding thud, and Dan leaned against the wall in front of him, breathing through his nose heavily. His veins were singing gloriously and his mind was clouded with lust and satiation. Drinking so much at once could knock him out if he wasn't careful.

"Fuck," he muttered thickly, falling to his knees next to the girl. He had just made his night even more difficult, now having to get rid of this body effectively. It wasn't worth the high, no matter how hungry he'd been all week.

"I would think you could show better self control than that, Daniel," a whisky-stained voice practically bellowed from somewhere further down the alley. Dan gritted his teeth, cursing himself for letting his blood induced haze stop him from shutting them out. They always knew when he fucked up, and he was centuries tired of being reprimanded by them.

He glanced up and gave Mitchy the best glare he could manage while kneeling on the dirty ground. He was too lethargic to even attempt standing. "You want me to apologize?"

Mitchy gave him a disapproving look, his dead eyes almost flashing with anger. It was always fun, riling them up to the point there they almost showed emotion. "We have rules in this life, Daniel."

"Yeah, well, I didn't fucking ask for this life in the first place, did I?"Dan snarled, his nails digging into the cement of the ground. "Some asshole decided he wanted to take a bite out of me, and I was too worthwhile to kill."

"Be that as it may," Mitchy said in a cold voice. "You have a responsibility to uphold, and this kind of behavior is not tolerated. Or else you're just as low as any of these humans."

Dan stood then, and it took all his strength not to fall straight on his face again. "Bite me."

He was pushed against the wall roughly not a millisecond later, and Mitchy was nose to nose with him, staring at him like he wanted nothing more than to rip his throat out. "I already have, you selfish, good-for-nothing lowlife," he growled menacingly. Dan stared him down, refusing to react to his words. "I really don't want to have to kill you, Dan. You're so much fun sometimes."

Dan shoved him away, having to lean against the wall behind him to stay upright.

"Just get rid of it," Mitchy warned. "No one likes cleaning other people's messes."

And then he was gone, and Dan breathed out a sigh of relief. That could have gone a lot worse, he knows, but confrontation has never been his favorite thing. Being on Mitchy's bad side is never a good thing, either.

He stared down at the body again, and decided he couldn't bother with destroying it right. Besides, humans lived for this kind of stuff, news stories about some bloodthirsty killer who leaves their victims in dark alleys or something. Dan never understood their complete fascination with death, but he wasn't complaining.