Blood and Roses |Phan

Chapter Ten

"More demon activity?" Asked Ricky, turning to look at the electronic demon tracker. Not too long ago, the Hunter's bar had been lit up like a Christmas tree, but now it moved on to somewhere in West Virginia. It was like it was following something, like a storm system.
"I don't know what's going on, man." Said Alfie, staring at the bright lights. "And there's nothing in the books?" Ricky shook his head. They were at a loss.
A wooshing sound came from behind them, and she turned around. It was Troye, there to save the day.
"Hello, boys." He said, being greeted with hugs from the two hunters. "I think I know what's causing the demon attacks." The hunters looked at each other in excitement. This could be their break in the case they were looking for.
Troye held up a picture of two boys with similar haircuts, one brunette and one with black hair. Alfie knew immediately who they were, but he kept his mouth shut.
Ricky stared at the pictures, waiting for Troye to go on.
"Have you ever heard of Dan Howell and Phil Lester?"

The two hunters sat on the hood of the Impala, staring at the setting sun.
They were on some sort of backroad highway, then being the only car in sight. Dan looked at Phil, and how the soft sunlight highlighted his beautiful face. The reflection of the sunset sparkled in the brightness of Phil's eyes. He looked so at peace, so calm, and Dan knew that was the best thing for him.
When Dan was being held, he found out so much more about the angel. Phil had been a hunter three years before Dan was rescued. In those three years, Phil had lost everything. He lost his only other hunting partner, vowing to never work more than one consecutive case with someone ever again. He lost his family to a werewolf attack, which is why he never bothered to use his phone. Three years ago, Phil made a promise to never become attached to someone ever again.
Phil took a swig from a water bottle, watching the clouds turn pink. He stayed true to that promise. He never grew attached to anyone, never even bothered to save their numbers. He knew that if he were ever in danger, he wouldn't have a rescuer.
And he was ok with that.
But Dan was the one who came along and start making him see things differently. Dan gave up his life to save his, Dan made Phil feel alive again, like he had someone to count on. Dan was his soulmate, his star-crossed lover. Phil fell in love with him.
Dan took a sip from his beer bottle, and looked at his jeans. He needed a lot of courage for what he was about to say.
"I heard you, you know." He said, breaking the stone silence. Phil didn't react, so Dan continued. "About you loving me, no matter what." Phil licked his lips, staring at his water. What must Dan think of him? Probably assumes I'm a creepy necrophilist. Phil squinted at Dan, trying to read his face, but it was unreadable in the slowly fading daylight. Phil had the moment slowly playing back in his mind; the worried "I love you's" and the promises of survival, the only things that kept them going.
Dan felt the silence grow almost too large, so he continued quickly. "I know you heard my response. I know you know I care about you." He said, still looking at Phil, who was fascinated by his water again. But he couldn't take it any longer, he needed to tell Phil the truth.
"Why do you love the things that kill you?" Phil asked him, his steely silence broken by his curiosity. "You drink away pain to the point of alcohol poisoning." Phil remembered seeing the faint, staggered footstep on the floor of the bar, the same size and sole as Dan's shoe. "You accept beatings to the point of death." Phil saw the blood and bruises from the fight with the vamp left on his body, things Dan could've resisted. "You choose to love the the one person that will end up killing you." Phil laughed slightly, a sad smile across his face. "It's like you hate this life so bad you're ready to throw it all away."
Dan stared at the now set sun, stars beginning to twinkle faintly in the sky. "I didn't choose to love you, Phil." Said Dan, taking the last sip from his bottle, then throwing it aside. "Love isn't a choice."
Phil shook his head. "Love is always a choice, Dan." He said, jumping off the hood of the car and rescuing the dejected bottle. "And you need to learn that, because the choice to love me," Phil stared up at the brightest star in the sky. "Is the choice to say goodbye to living." With finality, Phil hoped into the drivers seat, placing the used bottles in recycling bags beside him. Dan got into the passengers seat, and they headed down the lone road, following the direction of the stars and the dirt path on to the Canadian border.
Dan huddled up into the corner of the seat, looking out the window. Love isn't a choice, Phillip, thought Dan, but even if it was, I'd still choose you.
As Dan drifted off to sleep, Phil glanced over at the boy. He was too sweet and innocent to be a demon. Or maybe he was too beautiful for Phil to care. Phil shook his head, turning to look back at the road.
He was greeted with the sight of headlights, a loud horn, and sudden blackness, the last thought on his mind being
Dan.