Phil was scared. He had no idea what was going on, and why it had anything to do with him, and he hated being out of the loop.

  Dan hadn't said a word to him since they'd started waking to Phil's house, his face a blank mask if indifference that did nothing to calm Phil's nerves. He was still pretty shaken up from his lethal encounter with Zoe, and was nervous still about whatever it was Dan wanted him to know. He'd been curious before, but now he was wary.

  What the hell was so adequately important that it was dangerous for Phil to know? Was there some sort of dark past of Dan's, that Phil had no business getting into. Like some sort of Mafia, or maybe he was some kind of criminal. It would explain why Dan was so withdrawn, he wouldn't want anyone digging into his past.

  That was stupid, the boy was eighteen. And his personality definitely wasn't one of a criminal.

  He didn't have time to come up with any illogical scenarios, because they eventually reached Phil's house. He wished he didn't live so close by, it was really inconvenient at times.

  They walked into the empty house, Phil leading the still silent Dan up to his room. This may have been the only time that Phil actually wished his parents were home, so that if something went wrong, he'd at least have them for support.

  Phil closed the door behind him, leaning against it and watching Dan pace the room restlessly. He didn't dare break the resolute silence between them, mostly because he didn't know what to say in a situation like this.

  "Okay." Dan finally said, mostly to himself, and then faced Phil. His face was set in a determined line, and his body was tense. "Alright, I'm going to tell you everything, Phil. But you have to promise, to let me explain everything before you throw in your own commentary."

  Phil stared at him blankly for a second, but nodded in agreement. "I swear."

  "Yeah, alright." Dan muttered, running his fingers through his hair and letting out a frustrated sigh. "I have no idea how to start this."

  "Just start from the beginning." Phil suggested, and Dan seemed to almost laugh at that.

  "You can't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you." Dan pressed. Phil rolled his eyes. He was starting to get agitated by all of these warnings.

  "Just tell me, Dan." he said.

  Dan swallowed uneasily, crossing his hands behind his head. "Okay. Please, just, don't laugh, or call me crazy." Phil nodded. "The beginning, uh... okay, so, the first thing you really need to know is that, I'm not.... exactly, one hundred percent, human."

  There was silence between them, with Dan anxiously awaiting Phil's response, and Phil completely processing what had been said. He bit his lip, shook his head, and started laughing.

  Dan stared at him dumbfoundedly, as Phil giggled uncontrollably, his head falling back against the wall.

  "Oh, that's a great fucking excuse." he wheezed. He looked over at Dan in amusement, but paused when Dan just stared at him. He scoffed. "Please, Dan, you can't really expect me to believe that you're some.... vampire or alien, or something."

  Dan sighed. "Look, I know it sounds really stupid, but I'm telling you the truth."

  "Are you high, or something?" Phil asked in exasperation. "Trying to sell me this bullshit story, like I'm an idiot."

  "Phil, you promised you'd let me explain before-"

  "Fuck off, Dan." Phil said. "You know, I actually thought I might be getting some answers out of you, but I guess I'm just not good enough for that, huh?"

  He was such a loser, for ever putting any sort of trust into Dan. He probably looked like a fool, going along with him on everything else. But this was too much, he wasn't just gonna fall back on this one.

  "Look at me, Phil." Dan said gently, but Phil shook his head, his gaze fixed to the ground. He wasn't going to fall for that again. "Look at me!" And he said it with so much force this time, that Phil didn't even hesitate to obey. He looked up to where Dan was standing a few feet away, and gasped.

  His eyes were black. Not just darkened, with anger or lust, completely black, not a spot of white to be seen. As if some inky depth had crawled over the iris and spread across. And his skin had grown paler, almost sallow, his face more gaunt and angular. He looked sickly. Dead, even.

  Phil pressed himself up against the wall behind him, as some means to try and get further away from whatever it was in front of him now. His heart was going way too fast to be healthy, and he felt like he was going to vomit.

  Just as fast, the fact thing that had been in front of him was gone, and there was Dan again, all tan skin and brown eyes. Like he hadn't just been a completely different species or something.

  "What the hell was that?" Phil asked shakily. Dan started to move towards him, but he shook his head jerkily, and Dan stopped, looking guilty.

  "That's what I'm trying to tell you." Dan explained. "I'm not a vampire, or an alien, I'm a, demon."

  Phil closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "Oh." he muttered. "That's a new one."

  What exactly was he suppose to say to something like that? And why the hell did Dan think it was such a good idea to tell Phil all of this now, after everything they'd done.

  "I know it's kind of hard to take in, but-"

  "Kind of?"  he questioned. "Dan, you're not fucking human! How else am I suppose to take that?"

  Dan sighed, his hands twisting together. "Well." he said. "At least you believe me."

  "This isn't a joke." Phil exclaimed, moving away from the wall angrily and glaring at Dan. His mind was a turmoil of rage, unease, and just the smallest amount of excitement, that made his blood pump faster and his breathing more labored. "How am I supposed  to go around now, knowing that there are other.... things out there? You can't even begin to comprehend how messed up I am right now."

  "Are you afraid of me?" Dan asked, his voice slightly strained. Phil stared at him.

  "What?" he asked. Dan reached out, touching his chest lightly, and it took everything Phil had not to flinch away from his touch.

  "Are you afraid of me, are you scared of what I am?"Dan repeated, a look of determined fever on his face that made his eyes shine.

  "No." Phil answered immediately. He knew he should be, that he should have long ago run away in terror, screaming about monsters and such. He should have been panicking, freaking out. But he wasn't. He didn't know why, but he was fine, standing next to Dan without a care in the world.

  Dan looked so obviously relieved, but also cautious. "You should be. You should be terrified of me, of what I could do to you."

  "But I'm not." Phil retaliated. Dan still had his fingers on Phil's chest, tracing lazily over it, making Phil grit his teeth. "But I have questions."

  Dan smiled, looking up at Phil. "Course you do. Everyone does."

  "What about Zoe? And the rest of your 'family'?" Phil asked, honestly curious. "Are they... demons, too?"

  Dan paused for a moment, before taking Phil's hand and pulling him over to the bed. They both sat, Phil with his legs crossed, and Dan following suit.

  "The thing is," Dan started timidly. "I'm not actually supposed to be going around, telling people about this. It has consequences. So you have to swear on your life, on your family, whatever that you won't tell anybody."

  "I already promised." Phil said.

  "Do it again." Dan persisted, and Phil rolled his eyes.

  "I swear, on everything that I have ever loved on this earth, that I won't tell a single soul your dirty little secret." he said, crossing his heart.

  Dan closed his eyes briefly. "Okay." he said. "Yeah, Zoe and the rest of them are like me. But different, I guess. Their more higher ranked, you could say, more valuable in the long run."

  "Why's that?" Phil interrupted, flushing slightly when Dan grinned at him. He was probably enjoying this.

  "I'm just not a very good demon, I suppose." Dan said, picking at his shirt agitatedly. "Believe it or not, we actually have some rules on our society. Rules that I don't usually abide by, and that's not a very good thing in my case.

  "The only reason I'm even allowed in the clan I'm now is because no one else wanted to have to deal with me, and they felt sorry."

  Phil didn't say anything to that, watching in weary silence as Dan paused for a second, and then continued.

  "The most important rule for us is that we aren't suppose to have any sort of relationship with humans."

  Well, that explains pretty much everything, Phil thought. He'd been under that impress that Dan  just didn't like him as anything more than and quick get off, and now he felt kind of bad.

  "Why not, though?" Phil asked. "I mean, it doesn't seem like much of a danger, having relations with a human."

  "Well, it wouldn't be so bad." Dan said. "If the consequences weren't so serious."

  "And what are those?"

  "Well, we're not exactly made out to be the good guys, are we?" Dan said, and Phil nodded. "So, obviously, there are people out there who know about our existence, and don't necessarily approve. We call them hunters, and their sole purpose in life is to kill as many of us as possible."

  "What, like... the Winchesters, or something?" Phil asked.

  Dan laughed loudly. "Yeah, I guess you could say that. But they're a bit more lethal, bloodthirsty. They don't ever hesitate in killing us off."

  This was all so weird. Dan was a demon, a supernatural being that wasn't supposed to exist, and here Phil was, having a casual conversation with him. He felt light, and tingly, like this was some sort of massive acid trip.

  "Okay, so." Phil said. "Your... kind isn't supposed to have any sort of interaction with us humans, because of these hunters that are trying to kill you?" Dan nodded. "Well then, why are you in school?"

  "I'm the only one of us that is." Dan said softly. "I don't like feeling like we have to hide ourselves just cause we're different. I mean, the rest of my 'family' are always trying their hardest to seem normal, like everyday pedestrians, but they have limits. Like going to school, and dating humans. I just think its stupid, that they desperately want to fit in, but they don't do it right.

  "And it's all because they're afraid. Have you ever heard of that, a demon who's afraid of anything? I understand their caution about the hunters, but it's not that hard to stay off their radar."

  He looked almost angry, his eyes darkening to near black and his face flushing. Phil was staring at him and thinking that they were actually somewhat alike. They were both isolated from their society, for the simple fact that they just didn't want to fit in with the rest. They liked being different, thrived in the longing of it.

  "Is that why you left London?" Phil asked carefully. "Did it have anything to do with that guy you were telling me about?"

  Dan went silent, looking down at his legs distantly. Phil could tell he was uncomfortable, could almost feel it pouring off of him.

  "Yeah, it did." Dan murmur, wiping his hands on his legs insecurely. "I told him, about us, about me. And the hunters, they took him. Tortured him. For days, and I did everything I could, but I couldn't find him. He told them where we were, told them everything, and... they killed him.

  "They drove us out of London, and we've moved here, where they were least likely to find us. And everyone hated me, cause it was all my fault that we had to leave."

  Phil so badly wanted to reach out and comfort him, but he knew it wouldn't help. This was Dan's past, and Phil knew nothing about that. He didn't know how to handle it, what the right and wrong thing to do was.

  Dan took a deep breath to calm himself down, and smiled shakily, trying to play cool, but Phil could see through it.

  "Did you love him?" Phil asked gently, trying not to upset him any further.

  "I don't know." Dan said, shrugging his shoulders. "I definitely had a much stronger connection with him than anyone else. He meant a lot to me. But if I really look back on it, it was more of an.... intense friendship, or a brotherly connection. And it's like, the more time I spend here," he paused, looking straight into Phil's eyes. "the more I seem to forget about him."

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  a/n: And bam, now we're on to the major plot line.

  What's up babes, how's y'all doing today? Sorry for that cliffhanger, I had to.... But Yo, how was it? It was really long, right? I know.

  But anyways, hope it was to your liking, and I'll see ya later. Peace :3