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Chapter 6

Stranger: Dan took deep breaths to calm himself, after he saw Phil’s panicked face when he caught sight of him, he was feeling a bit afraid of himself as well. And, oh God, Phil hadn’t seem him hunt before. He was probably thinking… was Phil thinking he actually killed a person? He was a vampire, but he wasn’t that vicious. He curled his toes and followed Phil up the winding staircase to the floor above, and above, and above. Phil was nowhere to be seen, and Dan just felt like apologizing a million times over because he hadn’t meant to scare him- no, he really hadn’t. Forgetting he had so much blood covering his face and clothes, he ran up the steps and across the hallway to Phil’s room, knocking on the door and not really hearing anything, but knowing that Phil must be there. “Phil? PHIL! I know you’re in there.”

You: The words only made Phil for afraid, somehow he knew Dan wouldn’t hurt him but the sight of him covered in blood just brought out what he really was. Phil was never one to judge on race or anything of the sort but he could only picture Dan pulling someone apart and drinking them. Which was something he has done, or at least what Phil thinks. Phil needed to get out of here. He stood quickly and went into the closet of the guest room. It was mostly empty but the old shoes and jacket he was wearing when he came into the house. He thought the family would just return the clothes they bought him. He panicky put the shoes and jacket on. Remembering what Dan said about his mother installing the fire escapes, as he predicted there was a rusty ladder outside of the window. He opened and slid himself outside and down the ladder, only hoping Dan didn’t know him idea and go outside to get him. Phil thought of himself as a fast runner but Dan could probably go faster then him if he wanted to. He wasn’t scared of heights but when he reached the ground he shakily let his breath out. Starting to run in no general direction, just down the long driveway that went out onto the street with some other large houses. But nothing compared to Dan’s. He knew it was awful of him to leave, but he was scared out of his mind. It wasn’t like he was a big deal, he’s only been there about a week.

Stranger: ”Phil? Phil! I know I’ve scared you, but I swear it was an accident. Please let me in, I’ll explain things!” he pleaded through the door. He somehow knew that Phil wasn’t going to let him in, but Dan was stubborn, and he’d been living in the house for his whole life. He ran to his room, grabbed a clothes pin from his dresser and bent it with his strong teeth, remembering the blood in his mouth for a second as the pin was red when it came out. He shook his head, trying to clear it as he clicked open the door and looked inside. Phil wasn’t there. The window wasn’t open, and Dan doubted he would be able to climb down on his own anyways, and there wasn’t any winter clothing in the room anyways so how would he make an escape plan? “Phil?” he called out uncertainly for the last time before leaving the room to check upstairs if his dad had seen Phil. He was probably somewhere else in the house, calming down from his fright. Yes, that’d be it.

You:Phil ran until he was far enough down the road to not see the start of the drive way. Slowing down and catching his breath. Upon looking around he noticed he had no idea where he was. It was a nice neighborhood, Phil could only guess he was far form any sort of business. He could only hope he could find a park to stay at. His fright still stayed, and he turned to make sure he didn’t see Dan running up the street to find him. Of course he never saw that, but every few minutes he was turn. Why did he agree to stay there in the first place? He knew he wouldn’t be there long and he would just get attached to staying there, and now he just felt awful for leaving and not leaving some sort of indication he did so. Dan and his father would just find out from Phil not being there. The chill in the air was something Phil is going to have to get used too with his thin, ripped coat. He’s going to have to get used to a lot of things, because he was sure he never wanted to go back to that house.