When Darkness Falls

Chapter 46

"Daaaaannn"  his voice calls to me, but it's coming from every direction. I can't tell which way he is. I can't find him.

"Phil?" I call into the dark abyss. "Phil where are you?"

I hear his giggle echo through my ears before his voice chants my name as if he's teasing me. "Dannyyyy. Come find meeee."

I spin around in every direction but all I can see is fog which is too thick to see even my hand in front of my face. "Phil I can't-" I turn around only to be met with his face. Only it isn't his face. Not really. his eyes are black and he has fangs retracted as if they were just begging to rip me apart right then and there.

Before I can react he lunges for my throat, a look of pure evil etched across his statue-like features.

With a sharp inhale, I fling myself straight off of the king sized bed taking the sheets and a few unlucky pillows down with me to the cold floor. My breathing is heavy while my heart feels like it's going a million miles an hour. Sweat trickles down my face.  "Phil."  I mumble with my forehead placed on the ground. 

It was a dream.  It always is. 

"The one and only."

In the blink of an eye, I'm on my feet facing the direction of the deep voice that I'd just heard.  My eyes go wide and my jaw drops nearly all the way to the floor at the sight in front of me.  My knees quiver along with the rest of my body as the familiar tingling returns to my bones after all this time.

There, sitting on the extremely expensive black leather chair is the blue eyed boy whose been missing from my life for two years now.  He's here.  He's actually here.  I think my heart just exploded, and if it didn't explode, it was about to for sure.

But there's something off here.  Besides the obvious fact that my lover who was supposed to be dead all this time is sitting in front of me with a glass of my favorite whiskey and a bored look on his face.  I just can't put my finger on it.. What's wrong with this picture?

"P-Phil."  I breathe out, not even sure if he could hear me considering how softly the noise escaped my lips.

The black haired man just lets out a deep sigh in response and rolls his eyes.  "Yes, we've covered that part, Daniel."

What is wrong with this?  Something isn't right.

I take a moment to examine the man in front of me.  I don't know if its even possible, but death seemed to have made him even more attractive.  All of his features which were already seemingly perfect to me just seemed even more outstandingly beautiful. 

His long, gaunt legs were crossed in a formal way, yet his upper body looked totally relaxed.  One of his arms were thrown over the side of the chair while the other was propped on the side with the fancy crystal glass in his hand.  His outfit reminds me, strangely enough, of what I usually wore.  He's wearing dark skinny jeans, a faded black V neck and a leather jacket.  Shit, even his hair looks darker and healthier than it did last I saw it.

There's still something wrong here.  He seems like the man I lost in the ritual, but then again he doesn't.

I take a moment to examine his facial features a bit more now.

He still had the little spot on the right side of his face an inch or two away from his lips.  His fringe still fell messily, but perfectly at the same time, across the right side of his face as well. And his eyes were still the shade of blu-

Wait.

Oh no.

The once beautiful, ocean blue eyes that I loved so much were now blood red. They were a deeper shade of ruby than my own.