Noir Verta | Dan and Phil fanfic

Chapter 8: Whispered Shouts

Dan and Phil got back to their apartment later on around six and very slowly got ready for bed. The whole complex was immensely quiet that night as Phil packed a couple of last minute items. He looked around his room and to his luck found long, real chains he was going to use in a Halloween video. Phil knew that these would be better used in this circumstance. He shook his head as he pulled the long chain from his box and put them in his suitcase, Phil hoped the airline didn't confiscate the chain, thinking he was using for 'purposes unbecoming'.

Phil still didn't think going to a whole new country while Dan was dealing with all this was the best idea, but when Dan had his mind set on something, they always ended up doing it, crazy or not.

He decided after getting his suitcase out in the hallway to check on Dan to see if he was done packing. Phil walked down the hall and slowly opened his friend's door.

"Hey, Dan- you."

Phil stopped for a second to really analyze what he was looking at. Dan was squatting on the floor with the steak from the restaurant in his hands, his claws digging into it. He was wearing gray sweat pants and his normal black shirt. Dan looked up at Phil with his golden, yellow eyes, licking his fangs as the blood coursed down his chin, he seemed to just stare as if seeing Phil was weirder than the other way around.

The thought came back to Phil, knowing that this was the wolf...not Dan.

"How does the wolf see me?"

After a minute of awkward silence, Phil coughed. Dan put his steak down and stood up, his eyes going back to brown and his claws going back to normal.

"Yes?" Dan asked wiping his mouth with his hand.

"Oh, I wanted to know if you were done packing?"

Dan bend down and picked up his plate, "Yeah, I'm done."

Phil nodded as Dan went past him, he walked down the hall to the kitchen to put his steak away, The long scratch marks on the wall caught Dan's eyes after he put the last bit of meat in the fridge. He walked up to the marks, and with his exposing claws, traced the scratches. Dan remembered what happened earlier that day and shivered. He could hurt someone, he could honestly hurt someone and not even know it.

He looked over and saw Phil standing at the door, his pj's were on. He had his hands in his pockets as he stared hard at Dan, who gave him a pathetic look.

'I wasn't- I was just tracing the indentations."

Phil nodded and walked over to his friend, "I think I may have something for you to use on the plane ride."

Dan tilted his head to the side, in curiosity.

"It will be a present that you'll get in the morning, but we both need some shut eye, it's gonna be long and.....gruesome journey."

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Later on that night

Dan woke up again in the middle of the night, in the state of panic and fear. He held on to his blanket and looked around, everything seemed....normal. Dan was so hot yet again, so he got up and opened up the window to let the cool breeze waft its way in.He got in bed and laid out from underneath his covers, his mind forced him up, he pulled off his hot, sweat filled shirt and threw it to the floor. Dan leaned over where his knees met his chest. He took his fingers and traced a line on his back, that's when he felt his backbones moving slightly, getting ready for Friday to come. He shivered, his skin felt so tight as if he were wearing a body suit. Dan got out of bed and started pacing the floor, he held himself as he dug his nails into his skin.