A Collection of Short Works

Prologue to "My Flatmate's a Vampire!"

The opening chapter to a failed Phanfiction that was going to depict how Dan and Phil coped with "modern-day vampirism," which was going to end with them both becoming/being vampires. Upon reading this, I suppose you can guess how that happens.

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Today's vampires are harder to notice than back in the day. Some of them now prefer being early risers rather than nocturnal. They aren't so sensitive to sun anymore, although they do tend to make suncream companies stay in business. They as a subspecies of humans have even developed ways to hide their true nature.

I knew all about the modern-day vampire, and even supported their ideals and their rights to be human, and to abandon stereotypes. What I didn't know was that the person I'm closest to, my best friend for years, was a vampire. There was no way to tell until he started getting overly anxious-- and if I, the anxiety king, am saying that about someone, that's saying something-- and started hiding himself away more. He didn't make videos for a month or two, which was unusual for him, and our fans were worried sick over him.

He then asked if he could make an announcement in a video with me. I asked him if he wanted to tell me first. He just smiled and said he wanted to see me react and have it recorded for everyone to see. I frowned, but then I remembered the multiple times I had embarrassed myself with no one around to assist me, so I brushed it off. As I turned the camera on and he set up, my stomach churned, waiting and waiting for what he had to reveal. He did the introduction and some important channel and Radio 1 announcements, then introduced me onto camera, telling of something bigger he had to reveal.

"Ready?" he said. I nodded along with what will soon be eager faces watching, trying to keep my nerves in check. He scooted closer to the camera, refocused it, and told me to do a dance. Obliging to the odd request, he continued. "Okay,"

"One, two, three!" we said in unison, my enthusiastic dancing going along with the counting. He gestured for me to stop with a tiny, out-of-shot hand movement, and we sat in silence.

"What do you think, guys?" he said, seeming to investigate the camera.

"Um, hey, back here," I interjected, being unable to see his face. He turned around, eyes wide and innocent, but the telltale vivid red and slit pupils were anything but that. "Oh my God," I gasped, blinking the nonsense out of my head to realize the truth. He laughed and turned to the camera, I simply gaping and staring into the lens; though I hope the audience isn't too terrified by my shock.

"Not just that, but this too," he said, and paused for a moment, and I could almost feel the audience judging my dumb stare that had moved away from the camera. He turned back to me, smiling widely, showing off a neat little pair of fangs.

"You had better not bite me anytime soon," I heard myself say in the midst of my astonishment. He laughed again, and assured me he wouldn't. I reverted back to my stupor, saying, "Oh my-- do Chris and PJ know?"

"No, but after watching this they'll know," he said.

"Just to make sure I won't stake you, I accept you. Might as well reveal something, too, I'm a vampire sympathizer."

"Good," he said, shuffling back to my side and hugging me. I hugged back, but I was still so dumbfounded that in the closing of the video, I don't think I spoke one word.

My name is Dan Howell, and my flatmate and best friend, Phil Lester, is a vampire.