It was a dark and rainy night in the city of London, where a Young man named Dan and his boyfriend, Phil, lived. They loved the city except during the dark nights. On this specific night, Dan walked into the lounge to go turn off all the lights after a hard day of work. As he turned off the lights he heard something coming from down the hall. He didn't know what it was. Was it his boyfriend Phil coming home from work or was it something else? Phil had seemed depressed lately not eating, not talking, not even smiling anymore. Dan would ask him what was wrong but Phil never replied. When he turned off the light and saw something he flicked the lights right back on. He froze. All he saw was red, thick, bloody handprints going down the hall. He ran to his room filled with fear, confusion, and questions. He didn't know why there was blood on the walls until he walked into the bathroom seeing his dead boyfriend, Phil, laying on the floor. Dan collapsed at the site. He couldn't breathe. Then just as he was about to call an ambulance, the corpse of his dead lover sat up, looking dan in the eyes. Phil's cold, pale, bloody complexion just sat there. Dan was in silence. "Phil?" Dan said with a stutter, "yes, Dan?" ,Phil replied with a smirk. "Are you alive?" dan asked in fear. "I guess you could say that" Phil replied. Dan fainted at the site of all the blood. A few moments later Dan awakened. "Oh Phil, I'm so glad to see you" Dan exclaimed hugging his tall, limber boyfriend. "Why are you so cold? Are you feeling OK?" He asked Phil. "I feel fine Dan. How about you?" Phil asked worried. "I am OK but I had the worst nightmare! There was blood on the walls and you, you were dead but somehow came back to life but also still dead. It was weird." Dan replied laughing. Phil looked at Dan. More pale than usual. Phil's eyes: foggy blue, his lips: cold, tinted the slightest bit of blue, skin: white as snow, cold to the touch, body: lifeless, no pulse, silent. "There something I need to tell you, I'm dead. I was born different. I'm not even completely human. I am a demon. A half blood. Son of Satan himself." Phil said trying to keep Dan calm. Dan stood there; unable to speak, barely able to breathe. Dan was in uncontrollable shock. "Dan?" Phil asked worried. "Why would you hide this from me?!" Dan exclaims. "I was just trying to protect you!" Phil shouts with anger. "Phil." Dan quietly says. "I'm so sorry Dan. I should have told you." Phil explains with sadness. Both men on the verge of tears. Phil barely able to speak without crying. Dan unable to control his crying. The room goes quiet. A few minutes past yet it feels like hours. Dan walks up to Phil and punches him in the arm. Phil questions why. "You're an idiot Phil Lester!" Dan shouts. Dan wraps his arms around Phils neck into a tight embrace "but I still love you." Phil embraces Dan back "I love you too."
