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Chapter 2

You: In the morning, as the sunlight traveled though the blinds and traveled up the bed it woke Phil up more gently then his normal wake up call. Which was normally his mother yelling at his brother for something, a nice but upsetting change. When Phil's eyes opened slightly and felt himself wake up he noticed the bed he was laying in was too soft to be his own and he quickly sat up. Seeing the elegant room with the sunlight traveling across it and remembered where he was. It sent a wave of relief and sadness, mostly because he was glad he wasn't kidnapped somewhere and because he remembered why he was there in the first place. He looked down and saw the engraved D in the Pajamas he was wearing and remembered Dan bringing them to him and quickly leaving for the night. Phil slipped from under the warm blankets and walked to the door, opening it and peeking out into the hall. He didn't want to be the only one up, and if it turned out he was he would just stay in the room until called. He wasn't sure how to normally stay there, he felt awkward taking up there room and just being an added mouth to feed. Dan's sudden niceness before bed was a slight reassurance that he wasn't completely hated here. He wondered if Dan was awake yet, part of him hoped he was.

Stranger: Dan sat up in bed as he iPod played the alarm that meant that it was 10 am, and he rubbed his eyes tiredly, wondering why he was sleepier than usual. Was it because... Oh, right. The events from last night, the meeting and taking in of Phil, learning more about him and lending him his own pajamas. Dan sighed and got up from bed, yawning as he brushed his teeth in his personal bathroom and lazily put on sweat pants over his boxers. Usually he'd go down in just his boxers since nobody usually cared in the least, but he for some reason he felt like he'd be embarrassed if Phil saw his bare legs. Being too lazy to find and put on a shirt, he opened the door and walked quietly down the hallway to Phil's room, wondering if he was awake or not. He opened the door carefully, if the kid was asleep then he didn't want to wake him up. But when he peaked his head into the door crack, Phil was sitting on his bed, on top of the duvet as if he's already been up, gazing out the window, hair going in all directions and wearing Dan's PJ's. Dan smiled, murmuring a slight 'hey,' before saying, "How long have you been awake?"

You: Phil turned when he herd Dan spoke, "Um, not long. I wasn't sure if anyone else was to I stayed in here". He said softly, still not full of energy. He sat down facing Dan. Phil surprisingly was no longer on full alert, he didn't feel like someone was going to kill him anymore because he's been shown nothing but kindness. So his ears weren't standing up but rested and his tail moving around slightly behind him. "I normally wake up early anyway". He added.

Stranger: Dan nodded at Phi's response. He also saw that Phil wasn't scared anymore by the state of his ears, or maybe he was just tired. Dan hoped it was the first and couldn't help but feel a bit proud. "Are you hungry? Dad's not usually up this morning but the chef'll be, he can make us some breakfast if you'd like that?" he asked.

You: Phil nodded, "Yeah, that sounds nice". He said, starting to get up from the bed. He didn't know if being so unafraid was a good thing, because of how he was brought up he didn't know much about vampires and he didn't know if he could ask Dan the questions he had. He wasn't sure that whatever he asked would be rude in someway. He didn't want to say something wrong and have Dan hate him, he was lucky Dan didn't already.

Stranger: Dan suddenly felt very aware of his bare chest while Phil got up from his bed, feeling self conscious. He supposed he couldn't go back into his room to change, since Phil didn't really know the mansion that well yet he couldn't just send him down. Dan sighed and lead him to the staircase, and they walked down the winding floors slowly. As they approached the bottom, Dan could hear the cook making something already, the pans clattering and dishes being done. He walked into the kitchen curiously, leading a hesitant Phil behind him. "Hey, chef," Dan smiled. The cook had known him since he was a baby, he was rather a family friend more than a servant, and even if Dan's father wasn't the most friendly with him, Dan had strong bonds. "Hello, Dan, good morning," the chef said back in a thick Italian accent, and his red eyes flicked over to Phil curiously. "Who's your friend?"