Blood and Roses |Phan

Chapter Four

(A/N: you know, I never realized how bad I am at updating until now. Feel free to yell at me when I'm taking to long. Happy 2k16 Phan!!!)

"You know, I'm almost jealous of him."
Tyler watched as the two boys slept, both in a seemingly deep sleep.
Zoë stared carefully at Dan, her enemy by blood and best friend by choice. She could just see the hazy black aura around him she'd missed for so long. "Why?" She asked Tyler.
Tyler sighed. "I mean, look at him, using my kind as a pillow! Not to mention the beauty of that demon." Zoë looked at the King quizzically. "I mean, so is your little angel, but demons are just so much more... Alluring."
Zoë rolled her eyes. "No, you're just a racist."
Tyler raised an eyebrow, nodding. "That's fair."
The two boys stirred from inside the room. Dan cuddled right up to Phil, burying his face in his hair. A loud yelling came from the bathroom, and Tyler decided to make his move.
"Rise and shine, star-crossed lovers!" He shouted, making the boys jump. "You've accomplished a lot today! Fate's in your bathroom, the King of Hell is in your bedroom, and your good friend Zoella is right outside the door!"
Dan scurried out of the bed, holding the King of Hell by his collar.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" He spat, anger welling up inside him.
Tyler swallowed. Not out of fear, instead out of attraction. He glanced down at the shirtless boy and felt something hard start growing in his jeans. "I came to tell you that there's been another kill."
Dan dropped Tyler back to the floor, where he dusted himself off. Phil stood next to Dan, quizzical. "Vampire?"
Tyler shook his head. "How the fuck am I supposed to know? Get your scrawny asses out there and find out!" With a snap of his fingers, he returned to Zoë.
"His demon is getting stronger." She said, looking at Dan. "He's getting angrier."
Tyler sighed. "Phil will start to do the same thing, don't you worry your little halo. Angels are worse than demons, you know." He watched as Phil walked into the Fate's prison. Once angels start missing home, well, that makes a sticky situation.
"Phil is special. He'll be ok." Zoë argued. "Michael was always calm and collected. Abadawn was angry, Daniel's just like her." Tyler almost burst into laughter.
"Michael? Cool and collected?" He chuckled. "He was dangerous and manipulative, and Phil is sure to be just like him." Zoë sighed, and in a snap, the two disappeared.

They were both paler than Death, needle marks in their flesh like pinpricks where remnants of dried blood surrounded them.
Phil had seen them before.
"They're definitely vamps," he concluded to Dan. He couldn't stop thinking about last night, even in this gory setting. Phil was always someone who kept his feelings hidden, but last night...
"You sure?" Dan asked, rubbing the back of his head. He'd never been involved in a Vampire case, they were too rare in his part of the U.S. Demons and werewolves, no problem. But Vamps were something else.
Phil nodded, a lump in his throat. "Yeah, I'm positive." Their words to each other were few this morning, both to surprised by their actions last night.
Phil always knew he was gay. He dated a few girls way back, but never really found interest in them. They were like fruit flies to him- noisy and annoying. It's not that he didn't like girls- he liked everyone-but he just couldn't handle a relationship with them.
Dan nodded at the two dead corpses in front of him. "So how do we stop them?" He asked, feeling like a newbie despite a year of eventful hunting.
Phil squinted at Dan. "You've never hunted Vampires before?" Dan shook his head sheepishly. "Never?"
Dan sighed. "I just never had a case! Between demon hunting with Ingrid and trying to save my girlfriend, it was a little busy for me." Phil raised his eyebrow.
"Ingrid? Like, the Ingrid?" He asked, giving Dan an odd look. Dan shrugged.
"Yeah, sure, if the emphasis works for you go right ahead. She was my partner." Dan get his throat close up, and tears well behind his eyes. He remembered her death like it was yesterday, she was his only friend. Dan coughed, attempting to clear it. "As I was saying, how do we kill these things?"
Phil squinted at Dan's obvious show of emotions, but decided against pressing the issue. He nodded. "Right. Wooden stake to the heart, decapitate with a machete. It's pretty easy. Rumour has it Dead Man's Blood works too, but I've never tried it." Dan nodded, overwhelmed with new information. "We just got to find the suckers lair, and then kill them." Phil turned to face Dan, forgetting his words in the brownness of Dan's eyes. He never quite understood how beautiful the boy really was.
Dan glanced away from Phil's eyes and nodded at the floor, as if it had just taught him and not Phil. The world seemed to be swaying underneath his feet. "And how do we do that?" He choked out, desperate not to look at Phil in fear his emotions would fly out again.
Phil raised an eyebrow. "Do what- oh, right." He remembered, too lost in the beauty of the younger boy. "Well, one of us will have to be bait..." He took a few inches of Dan's handsomeness in. "It has to be you. You've got the bone structure they appreciate." Phil knew he was bullshitting. He just wanted to be Dan's knight in shining armour, or more realistically, his hunter in a purple t-shirt.
Dan nodded. "Okay... I mean, that sounds fake, but okay." A small smile overtook his frown, and grew even bigger at Phil's beautiful laughter.
A screech came from the bedroom, and Phil sighed.
"Come on," he said. "Let's go see what Fate has to offer."