Dark Side

5. Secret

Dan

Sharing the apartment with Phil was one of the best things that actually happened in my life, and I'm not joking. In a few weeks time, we became great friends. Although, I was wondering if it was only friendship I felt for him.

But sometimes it felt like PJ was right. Sometimes I would almost lose control, but I didn't want to hurt Phil. I would feed more often, but it didn't really help. I still had the urge to tilt Phil's head back and bite his neck when he was standing next to me.

 

Phil

My friend Chris Kendall had asked me to come over one particular evening, because we hadn't seen each other in a while. We talked for hours, and he said we should see each other more often.

"I don't want to lose you like I lost PJ," Chris said. "I still don't know what I did to him that he didn't want to see me again." He took a sip of his beer.

"PJ?" I asked. "Someone who's called PJ lives next to me."

Chris looked up, puzzled. "PJ didn't call me anymore two years ago, and whenever I tried to call, or when I went to his apartment, he told me to go. After a few months he called me, but he couldn't tell me why he didn't want to see me before. I thought I wasn't good enough for him, but when he had no one else he would come to me." 

"My friend Dan lived in his apartment for a while," I said. "Maybe I can ask him..."

Chris cut me off. "Why did Dan leave?"

"He said PJ could be annoying sometimes, not more than that," I answered, and when I thought about it, he never actually told me what was really going on between them. Whenever they were together, I felt like there was something I didn't know, like some kind of secret. But it wouldn't be a big deal, I thought. Dan would've told me if it was.

 

It was almost midnight when I left. I took a shortcut home through a dark alley. No one ever came here; so I didn't need to be afraid of any serial killers hiding in the shadows or stumbling over a homeless person sleeping on the ground.

I was humming a soft tune, when someone grabbed me from behind.

 

Dan

I just needed some blood. Just for preventing me of hurting Phil.

I walked down an alley, and I heard someone humming a tune. The person walked somewhere in front of me.

With my 'superspeed', I rushed towards the person and grabbed him from behind. I tilted his head back and leaning forward, I almost sunk my teeth into the skin of the person's neck. Almost.

I recognized the person's scent. I had smelled it before, and not just once. His raven black hair, his pale skin and his blue eyes when I looked up... It was Phil.

"D-Dan?" Phil's voice, terrified. He was shaking, and scared. I could see it in his eyes.

As fast as I could, I ran home.

What had I done? 

 

Phil

I returned home, still trembling, but I was sure. It was Dan who had grabbed me from behind.

What was he hiding?

When I entered our apartment, I heard Dan sobbing in his bedroom.

"Dan?" I asked, opening his bedroom door. He sat on his bed, crying.

"Go away, Phil," he said. It sounded weak, like he was fragile and like he could break any moment. I sat down next to him, rubbing his back.

Despite everything, he laughed. "It should be the other way around. I should be comforting you, Phil," he said. "I'm so sorry."

I cleared my throat, not sure how my voice sounded. "What exactly happened in the alley?"

He looked at me, his cheeks wet and his eyes red. "I love you, Phil, and I don't want to hurt you. But what just happened..." he trailed off.

"Dan, look at me," I said. He looked up, his brown eyes staring into mine, and I bent forward. When our lips touched, I felt my heart skip a beat. It felt gentle at first, but as soon as I felt him running his fingers through my hair, I pulled his body closer to mine. Our kiss felt so passionate, but then he pulled away.

"I'm sorry," I said, "Did I do something wrong?"

"It's not you, Phil," Dan said, "But there is something you need to know about me."