Blood and Roses |Phan

Chapter Two

(Short chapter, I know I suck. But I tried to include some Phan to make up for it, so don't hate me too much. Also, anyone watch the Fanfic videos??? They were so good!!!)

"If the knife kills demons, then I guess we're in luck."
Dan said, taking a corner particularly sharp. Phil held onto the Impala's passenger seat to avoid getting thrown against the window.
Dan hit the breaks as they came to a stop sign, as they started to pull into town. Phil pushed against the dashboard so he wouldn't fly through the windshield.
"Next time, I drive." Phil coughed, holding back the bile rising in his throat.
Dan just rolled his eyes. He wasn't that bad of a driver. Sure he wasn't great, but he wasn't as bad as Phil thought him to be.
Dan's mind switched directions as the light turned green. "So we could've taken out all those demons back home?" He asked absentmindedly. Phil clutched to the seat in fear as Dan stopped paying attention to the road.
"Dan!" Phil yelled, and the car lurched forwards. "That was a red light!"
Dan turned to look behind him. "Where?"
"The road, Dan!" Phil yelled again. "Look at the road!" Dan turned back around to continue driving while Phil had a small heart attack.
I swear to god, that boy is going to kill me, Phil thought. I've survived demon attacks, werewolves, vampires, all of it, but Dan's driving will be the death of me.
"Phil?" Dan asked, taking Phil getting called out of his thoughts.
"What? Uh, yeah, I agree." Phil lied, having no clue what Dan just said. Dan sighed.
"I said we should continue looking for Zoë." Dan repeated. "As long as we have the blade, it isn't too dangerous." He pulled sharply to the side of the road, looking into Phil's icy blue eyes.
Phil chuckled staring out the window at the trees beside them. "Just because we can kill it, doesn't mean it's not dangerous, Dan." Phil turned back to Dan, glancing from his chocolatey eyes to his soft, slightly thin lips.
The car was silent. Neither spoke, no birds chirped from the trees outside and no cars passed.
Dan couldn't take it any longer. He grabbed Phil's face and crashed his lips into his, both of them taken by surprise and both of them feeling the imaginary fireworks in their stomachs. Dan's lips were soft, unscathed and had the feeling of newness Phil had never come by before. But Phil's lips were scarred, mostly from fights with demons and other things that go bump in the night. They were full, yes, but scarred and broken and yet Dan couldn't stop the need of his lips against Phil's. Neither could.
Seconds passed, a minute, only breaking away for breath. Dan looked at Phil, unbelieving of what he'd just done. Phil couldn't help but stare at the mysterious angel in front of him.
Dan turned towards the steering wheel, and continued on their way to Zoë and the vamps.

Fate watched as the two boys locked lips. She was furious.
That was a Prince of Hell, ruining the purity, the holiness of her Ruler's most prized Prince of Heaven. She looked to the skies, hoping that God would send something, anything to her, to tell her what she had to do.
A sharp pain struck her skull, but she welcomed it as He spoke.
Kill him.
She turned towards the car as it started to pull away, watching the raven haired boy turn to stare out the window. She nodded.
Pulling out her angel blade, she mad her way to Dumfries.