Secrets, Lies, and Covens (Phan)

Epilouge

Song is Tiptoe by Imagine Dragons. This is what I'm using as the official song for the Phanfic. Enjoy!

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Phil pressed his lips against Dan's as he hopped on top of him in the swivel chair in the headmaster's office.

"What're you doing! These walls aren't sound proof!" Dan warned him with a chuckle.

"I guess you're right," Phil admitted, "but you'd better promise me some action tonight!"

"Now that's an offer I can't refuse," Dan wiggled his eyebrows and Phil pushed against the desk spinning them in circles.

"Woah!" Phil cried out nearly falling, but luckily Dan wrapped his arms around Phil saving him just in time.

"Careful! Don't hurt yourself!" Dan giggled.

"I'm fine! Besides, you can just heal me with your powers of I get hurt," Phil pointed out.

"Yeah, but you shouldn't push it. You'll still feel pain," Dan reminds him and Phil shrugs in agreement.

"I guess you're right." Shifting his position, Phil sat on Dan's lap and cuddled up to him, nuzzling his face up to his boyfriend's. "I love you."

"I love you too," Dan pecked his lips.

"Dan?" called a voice followed by a knock at the office door.

"Come in," Dan told them, and Anya opened the door a crack and poked her head inside.

"Classes in a few minutes boys! Don't be late!" she chimed.

"We won't. Thanks, Anya," Dan smiled at her and she winked at him before continuing on her way.

"Guess that's our cue," Phil said hopping to his feet and pulling Dan to his. "Come on! Let's go."

Putting his arms around Phil, Dan walked out the door with him and sighed happily. "It feels good to be home."

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Clarissa stood waiting patiently at the door to her father's home. When he opened it, she greeted him with a smile as he let her in.

"It's good to see you darling. What brings you here today?" Arthur asked.

"I was just hoping that I could have a chat with you," she smiled. "Everything's finally happy again, but it took a lot of pain and stress to get here."

"Of course, of course. Come sit!" he beckoned as he led his daughter to the couch.

Clarissa sighed. "Well, im happy that I can finally say that I've found a new family now. One with my coven."

"That's wonderful, but what's so bad about that?" her father asked.

"Well, after mother and my siblings, I've just been scared. What if the hunters come for them now? I can't loose my new family now that I've just got them."

"No matter what happens, dear, you know I'll always be here for you," Arthur whispered.

"See, that's the problem. No you won't," Clarissa admitted.

"Sweetheart, of course I will. I know I've been unreliable in the past, but I'm here now. You know that," Arthur begged her.

"Yeah, here to try and kill me again."

Arthur sat back in shock and confusion. "What?"

"Don't play dumb," Clarissa's voice turned cold and stern. "I went by for years not knowing the truth, wondering how and why everyone died that night. Mother was so careful, so how did the hunters find us in the first place? Well, it suddenly clicked a little while ago when I almost died again by a hunter's knife. I didn't realize it at first, but those were your behind those protectors because you knew what powers I have. What you weren't counting on was for an ultimate to be with me though."

"Clarissa, I am your father! How could you accuse me of doing something so inhumane to my own wife and children?!" he blurted out.

"Because she wasn't your wife when she died," Clarissa muttered. "But how you did that to all your children when you knew they were human? Well, the only reason was because they were smart and would know it was you. It was a way to vier your tracks."

Arthur stared at her, his face as white as snow. Slowly, he stood up and placed his hands in his pockets and looked down at the floor. "Leave."

"No."

"I SAID GET OUT!"

"NOT UNTIL YOU CONFESS IT WAS YOU!"

With lightning fast reflexes, Arthur pulled a sleek, black gun of an unknown kind out of his pocket and pointed it at his daughter, but before he could pull the trigger, she pulled one of the same mysterious model out of the back of her pants and fired three times into his chest. Dropping his weapon, he fell back onto the floor in a pool of his own blood.

"I'll take that as a confession," Clarissa whispered as she put the gun away and wiped a few stray tears away from her face. "I can't have you putting my new family in harm too."

Arthur attempted to speak with his last breaths of life, but he couldn't bring them to sound. Instead, he just wriggled around as much as he could until he stopped moving completely, heart and all. His eyes stayed focused on his murderer even as the lights went out of them for good.

Bending down, Clarissa placed a soft kiss on the dead man's forehead. "Au Revoir, père," she whispered as she stood up and walked towards the front door. Those files only confirmed it, she thought as she exited the scene. Those top secret files I should have never stumbled upon. They only promised what I already knew. Then without a single last glance behind her, she walked back to the coven. She walked home.