We are the ghouls of London // PHAN

•CHAPTER TWO•

Dan Howell walked through the dark streets, only lit up by the street lamps. He was wearing dark clothes which didn't help either.

He felt his stomach growl and he clutched it through the material of his jacket. He couldn't eat food. Why did you think his diet was poor?

Everything tasted disgusting. It made him vomit. His nurse, Nurse Deyes (he was fully aware it was Alfie Deyes' mom) tired her best to make him eat but for almost five months, Dan refused. In the end, his diet consisted of a small bowl of rice which Dan would nibble at during the course of those long, boring days in Ward 226.

Dan stopped suddenly, a smell filling his nose. It smelt... amazing. It almost made Dan drool.

Almost.

Following the scent, Dan began to run till he gasped, stopping dead in his tracks.

There he was, staring at a corpse, dead, with a girl bent over it eating at the body.

But yet that was what Dan was attracted to because of its sweet, sweet scent.

Dan tensed as the girl suddenly looked at him with glaring eyes. She got up and walked over to him angrily, wiping the blood away from around her mouth as she did, "It's rude to stare at someone while they're eating you know."

"I... I'm sorry..." Dan was soon pinned up against the wall, the girl staring at him. She had blonde hair down to her shoulders and a fringe over one of her eyes.

Her eyes.

They weren't normal. They were black and had a red pupil. It made Dan feel uncomfortable.

"Your a new kid to the block aren't you?" She questions, "A half breed too I see. Rare."

Dan stared at her, "Wh-what?"

She laughed, "You mean to tell me you didn't know you were a half breed? Why do you think human food tastes like shit? Why do you think you enjoyed the smell of my food? You're a ghoul!"

"NO!" Dan cried trying to push the girl off him but she didn't even budge.

He'd heard of these 'ghouls' before. They are the one thing that littered the news more than politics lately. They were scary, flesh eating, blood sucking cannibals. Dan couldn't be one of them!

"Well, technically your a half breed," she continued, her grip on Dan's neck loosening slightly, "That means you are both. Human and ghoul. Do you want to know how I know?" Dan nodded slowly, "Your left handed aren't you?"

"How does that have any reverence?" Dan asked angrily.

"Because depending on what hand you are depends on a half breed which eye changes. And your left eye has changed to a ghouls eye," she said as she pushed a hand mirror into his hand and let Dan fall onto the floor, crossing her arms.

Dan stood up. With a shaky hand, he lifted the mirror up to his eye where the reflection back made him drop the mirror.

It was him.... But she was right. His left eye was different. Changed. Just like hers.

"You better not have smashed it," Dan looked down and saw her picking up the mirror. She sighed as she saw it was undamaged. "So as I was saying, you're new to the block aren't you?"

Dan shrugged, "I guess, I've been in hospital for over four months... Five maybe. Im not sure."

"Really?" She asked. She was looking into my eyes when she clicked her fingers, "Wait, your Dan Howell aren't you?"

"Yeah...?"

"Yeah, your one Sam's victims. You should have seen her face when she saw all over the news you weren't actually dead." She laughed.

Dan looked at her confused.

"Oh, and I'm Termika by the way," the girl says holding out her hand.

"You already know my name," Dan says, a smile on his face.

Maybe, for the first time in ages, Dan had just made a friend.

Maybe.

Phil, however, was sitting on his sofa. He had just finished watching a episode of Attack on Titan when he heard the front door open and close.

"Hey Philip," his dad said, dropping his keys onto the counter and ruffling Phil's black hair.

"Dad!" Phil moaned but was soon smiling at his father again, "So, how was work?"

"Same as usual," his dad admitted as he took off his tie and jacket, throwing them too on top of Phil which made Phil giggle as be pushed them off him.

"Go on then. What did you do?" Phil asked curiously.

Phil loved to listen to what his dad did at work. He was a agent, and works for a company which sorts out crimes. You could call it being a detective, but as Phil's dad had said, "Agent sounds more professional. Make people fear me maybe."

"Well... I had to file some files and then we got told that something happened back on that suicide bridge. A 16 year old we found, dead obviously. We have interviews with the parents of that kid tomorrow..."

"Who was it? Like his name?" Phil asked, interested all of a sudden.

"Err..." Phil's dad paused as he thought for a second, "Jamie West-"

"Oh I know him. Yeah, he was depressed. Like, really depressed. Apparently his mom would abuse him while his dad was at work." Phil said, his dad looking at him with his eye brows raised.

"How'd you know all this?" His dad asked curiously as he drank a sip of alcohol he had poured himself as Phil had been talking.

"School. Rumours are spreading everywhere about everything. Maybe the fact Jamie West committed will replace all the new rumours about Dan coming back on Monday-"

"Oh yeah, Oliver was telling me about that. You remember Oliver yeah?"

"Of course I know who Oliver is. He's your work partner and anyway, he's Pj's dad too." Phil says in a manner-of-fact tone.

His dad rolls his eyes, "As long as your not the target for these rumours, then I'm fine. Ok?"

"Got it," Phil says as he began to watch the next episode of Attack on Titan.