When Darkness Falls

Chapter 34

I think everyone takes sleep for granted.  To most people, sleep is just the most boring part of the whole day; the time when you have to sit still and be quiet and just wait for tomorrow to start.  To others, its their escape.  They barely make it through their days and then they finally get home and stay up a few more hours, practically fantasizing the cloud like feeling of the pillows they plan to lay their head against in just a short amount of time.  Of course, when that time actually comes though, they're restless.  Their mind is going a million miles an hour even though they feel almost too exhausted to even move and try and get comfortable because they know there's no point.  They'd do anything to be like the other person who could fall asleep the second their head hits the pillow.

I fall into a whole new category that lies somewhere in between those two.  I'd spent almost all night waiting for Phil to fall asleep.  He'd be turned towards the television, focused on the movie for a few minutes, but then he'd turn back to me and keep kissing me until I gave him the attention he wanted.

At this point, I was beyond exhausted and just wanted to sleep.  I wouldn't though, because Phil wasn't comfortable, so I'd switch pillows with him multiple times, hold him however he wanted to be held.  Hell, at one point he ended up on top of me with his head laying on my chest, but then he got tired of worrying about falling and flopped next to me again. 

The one part of me wants to just sleep and leave Phil to be uncomfortable and picky by himself.  But then again the other part of me comes out once he finally complacent.  Then I'm just watching the way his eyebrows furrow and then go back to normal; the way his lips part slowly, the deeper he drifts off into sleep.  I could watch him all night, and I basically did.  That same part kicks in when I realize what tomorrow is.  We'll have to talk with Chris, and we won't be able to be normal like this again.  I just know it.

I ran my hands up and down his arm and then down his back slowly, watching as a smile slowly formed on the corner of his lips.  Throughout the night, he'd whisper my name in his sleep or instinctively pull me closer or scoot nearer to me.  It was so peaceful.

And now here we are, in the living room; same seating arrangements as last time except for Chris.  He's sitting on the table right in front of us, elbows on his knees so he can prop his chin upon his palms.  "Now boys, where did we leave off?"

I glance over to Phil, his eyes still obviously sleepy.  "Um, something about our bond and us dying in your creepy sacrifice?"  He gives a fake smile to the maroon eyed lad in front of us both.  "Which is another question I have.  If you plan on quite literally sacrificing us, then what's the point in acting all buddy buddy?"

Probably because he's an evil witch vampire freak who likes fucking with people's heads?  Just a thought.

"Well, Philly, as I said.  Only one of you will die.  Now which one is of course both of your choices."  He nods and gives Phil a slick smile.  "I'm personally rooting for you to make it.  You'd make great company to me as I travel the world."

"Yes, because after you kill my closest friend and also my boyfriend, I'm totally going to want to go travel the world and be your new best friend."  Phil rolls his eyes, smiling sarcastically as he leans back, sinking into the couch cushions.  He's definitely grumpy.  Lack of sleep and a massive hangover plus talking about a stupid ritual can certainly bring out the sass in this situation.

Honestly, I'm not quite sure why the hell we're trying to have a civilized conversation with the thing that plans on killing all of us.  Well, two of us. 

"What else will you have to do, Philly?  Sit here and try to fit in with everyone else again?  How long will that last before you legitimately cripple with depression?"  Chris raises an eyebrow at him.  I find it funny that he comes here to talk to 'us' but manages to pretty much avoid talking to me basically the whole time.