When Darkness Falls

Late Night Talks

It's been a few days since mine and Phil's heated moment in the living room. He's still been trying to act mad at me for ruining it, but sometimes I'd catch him blush or give a small smile at all my jokes. I'm really happy that we've gotten so much closer over the past few weeks.

All of my cute thoughts are quickly interrupted by a rumbling in my stomach.

God, why must I be forever hungry? You'd think with the whole being dead aspect of my life, I wouldn't need to eat anything, but it seems like I eat more than those jock football players you see in all of the teen movies these days.

Ugh, I don't want to move. The bed is being so comfortable right now, and the fire place is on and its very blissful. Maybe if I just ignore the feeling in my stomach it'll go away. Yeah, let's try that.

It works for about three minutes before I finally just give up. I throw the sheets off of me in an irritated manner and stomp over to the door and down the hall towards the stairs, but then I stop. See, I've somehow gotten into the habit of listening in on Phil whenever I go downstairs late at night. Don't judge me, I just want to make sure he's okay.

Behind his door, I can clearly hear Phil shuffling around in his bed. Every few seconds he'd let out a quiet groan or whimper. Is he having a nightmare?

As if answering my inner question, I hear him grumbling under his breath. "Mmmm Dan."

My face heats up immediately when I hear him practically moaning my name. I wonder what that dream is about? Vampires do have an ability to jump into other people's minds if they're strong enough, but I don't want to wake him up. Even if the curiosity is eating away at my insides right now.

I quickly shove the thought to the back of my head before I can do anything stupid and continue on my way to the fridge to find whatever it is I feel like I need to eat now. Well, I know what I want. I know exactly what i'm craving and who i'm craving it from. But ugh, I cant have him like that.

The fridge mainly just had food that had to be cooked, and so me being the lazy person I am, I decide it's best to go to the pantry instead of going through the trouble of actually having to cook something. I immediately spot a bag of plain potato chips and yank them out of the pantry.

I'm about to look more and see if there's anything else I may want, until I hear something that makes me nearly jump ten feet high. With my intense hearing, I hear Phil scream from upstairs and before I can even process why, I'm running at full speed up the stairs.

Fuck what if he did invite Anthony in? What if Anthony is in there right now draining every ounce of life out of Phil's perfect body.

With that thought, I burst through Phil's bedroom door only to find him sitting up in his bed with a terrified look on his face as he stares at me with those huge sapphire colored eyes. Had I scared him? Fuck what if he was just watching a scary movie and I just barged in here probably looking as terrified as he did?

No, that's not it. I can see tears streaming down his cheeks. But why is he crying?

"Dan what the hell! You scared the shit out of me!" Phil brings his hand up to his heart as if checking to make sure it isn't about to explode. He looks at me with that same terrified look, but behind that I can see a clear glimmer of relief in his eyes. Is he actually happy to see me?

My eyes stay wide as I shake my head, confused at this whole situation. "I heard you scream." My voice is low and dripping with confusion.

His eyes just shoot straight for the bed when I say that. "S-sorry. It was just a stupid nightmare."

Huh, so was it the nightmare about him moaning my name? No, that wouldn't be a nightmare. At least I hope he doesn't think it'd be one. That'd be kind of depressing.