Blood and Roses |Phan

Chapter Seven

Phil waited at the bar that night, searching for vamps.
He sat alone in the corner, a clear view of everyone inside. He checked his phone, hoping Dan texted him. Nothing, like he expected.
He hoped he was alright.
Phil looked back up, noting someone who wasn't there before.
He was facing away from Phil, but it wasn't hard to see the man. He was at least Phil's height, if not taller. He had short hair, it looked almost black in the dim lights of the bar. From afar he almost looked like...
"Dan?"
He turned around. Dan scanned the crowd, swearing he heard someone call his name. Not spotting anyone, he turned back around to face his vampire handler.
"You know the deal, Daniel. You bring us a pretty young thing, and we keep you alive." This vampire was muscular, his hair in a quiff. Dan wasn't sure of his name. Joe? Joseph? He couldn't remember, despite the silver hair and high-pitched voice.
Could it be a coincidence? Was that Dan, or did the man just look around? Phil didn't know.
"Dan!" Phil called again, and yet again the man looked around. Phil was sure of it now, this was Dan, his partner.
Dan looked around the bar, and locked eyes with Phil. He looked over at his grey-haired guard.
"Find someone?" Dan nodded. "Good. Lure her outside, I'll be waiting."
He made his way out of the bar and out of sight.
Dan set straight for Phil. The pale boy was the only thing in his view, and Phil got up from his chair and made his way to Dan. The two crashed together into the biggest hug either of them had ever given.
"Where have you been?" Phil asked. Dan shook his head. "I was abducted by the vamps." He looked around, Phil searching Dan's eyes for something other than emptiness. Dan looked back into the embrace of Phil's blue eyes. "They're watching me still." A more muscular man came towards the two men, and Dan kissed Phil on the cheek as he slipped something into the boy's pocket. "Goodbye, Phil."
Phil reached out for Dan, and locked lips with him, not caring about their blood-status.
Suddenly, the boys were ripped apart, Dan being taken out by a man with silver hair and blue eyes.
Phil reached into his pocket, and unfolded a little slip of paper.
2066 gladers lane

Dan felt his cheek burn.
Joey- he'd never forget the name now- raised his palm towards Dan again, and it made impact on the same cheek as Dan fell to the floor.
"You had one job!" He shouted. He punched Dan in the nose. He felt the break, and blood gushed down his lips. The vampire stared at the crimson stream cascading down his face, and Dan shifted uncomfortably.
Joey kicked him hard in the stomach, causing Dan to fly across the room and into the opposite wall. Dan groaned in pain.
It was worth it, though. Dan had gotten the address to Phil, he would be saved and gone.
Joey's foot interrupts Dan's thinking as it lands directly on Dan's rib cage. The bones break, and Dan screams in pain. Tears cloud Dan's vision completely, pain the only thing he can feel. As he fades into blackness, he has one last moment of clarity.
Please, Phil.
Please save me.

Grabbing a paper from his printer, Phil hikes a bag up his shoulder.
He'd Googled the place, he knew where the vamps were hiding out. More importantly, he knew where they were keeping Dan.
As he prepared to leave, a screeching sound came from his bathroom. Phil rolled his eyes, and turned towards the bathroom door.
He threw open the door. "What do you want?" He asked impatiently. Fate just sat there, looking up at him.
She shook her head, and Phil jumped back as her eyes, whites and all, went electric blue. "He's turning," she muttered, and Phil crept closer.
"What?" He asked, slipping his bag off his shoulder. He sat gingerly beside her, confused but intrigued.
Fate muttered it again. "He's turning." She repeated. Just as Phil was about to stand up, she grabbed his hand, and his vision changed.
Now he seemed to be in a dark basement, dim lights flickering above his head. In the corner opposite him, he could see Dan, bloody and broken, tear stains down his cheeks. Phil went to run to him, but Fate still had his arm.
"You cannot touch him." She whispered, her eyes no longer possessed. "This is merely a vision."
Phil stared at him, his best friend, struggling and clinging to life.
Suddenly, Dan's eyes opened.
But they weren't Dan's eyes anymore.
Phil gasped in shock, expecting the chocolatey brown eyes he longed for and instead being greeted with the pitch-black eyes of a demon.
"What's happening?" Phil whispered. When the silence continued, he asked again. "What's happening to him?" He cried, turning to Fate for answers.
Fate shook her head. "The inevitable." She locked eyes with the angel beside her. "Dan's dying. The demon inside of him is taking over to preserve his life for as long as it can," she said, looking back to Dan. "But it won't last forever."
Phil shook his head. "He can't die. Demons can't die, it's impossible." He turned back to the obviously suffering boy in front of him.
Fate chuckled. "He's only half demon. His physical body is attached to his demon soul." Phil stared at the black depths of his once cheery friend's eyes. "If one dies," Fate continued. "So does the other." She turned to him, and Phil, feeling her gaze on him, looked over. "His demon is turning him. You know what that means, Phil."
Phil nodded. They'd had that conversation earlier, yesterday.
She stared into his eyes, hoping to embed her question and warning into his brain forever. "He will become dangerous. He will bring the apocalypse, and you will have to stop him." Phil's eyes widened. "Will you rescue him and save his life? Or will you let him die, and save the world?"
In a flash, the two were back in the bathroom. Fate let go of Phil's hand, her eyes closed. She was unconscious.
Phil stood up, and tucked his bag onto his shoulder. He looked back at Fate from the bathroom doorway.
"I'm sorry."
With that, he left the room.