Banging his head against the keyboard, Dan exhaled loudly, feeling his incisors begin to sharpen.
Oh great, it's happening again. Not tonight.
Someone in the class had organised a Halloween party that night, and the whole form was invited. Dan knew that there was only one thing he could go as, because it honestly didn't take much effort to dress up as one. Because he was actually was one.
"You're gonna be a vampire?" Phil cackled at the other end of the phone line. "Let's see how scary you can be after that animal costume you had in '09! Wait, you're even getting blood and everything? This is going to be good, I can tell," smirked Phil.
"You just wait, Phil. See you," said Dan as they both hung up. Dan didn't want to go in a bad mood. He knew what happened when he got into bad moods at night.
He wondered if Phil had the slightest suspicion about his true nature. Probably not.
Dan couldn't deny that he had feelings for his upperclassman. But he had to face so many failed relationships in the past, not just with the immortal but with the human race as well. All of them left their scars all right, but Dan had grown somewhat accustomed to the pain of loneliness, always moving to a new continent and putting on a fake accent in some new high school, as he'd been permanently cursed to an eternity of possessing the physical body of a teenager. English acccents were not the toughest acccent for him to mimick, as he did have roots in ancient Europe, but it was so long ago that he couldn't even remember the name of the town he was born in.
But the day he had met Phil, he had felt a totally different surge of electricity pulse through his body, almost as if his heart were pumping blood again.
Phil was about 3 inches taller than him, with ebony black hair cut in shaggy layers around his pale, alabaster skin and the most piercing bue eyes, if Dan had to say so himself. He remembered how awkward he had been the first time he met Phil, so much unlike his usual self. For some reason, Dan had mixed feelings about this boy, and wasn't quite sure how to make his advances, or of the sort of nature they should be.
A drop of wet blood trailed down Dan's chin, startling him out of his reverie. Cursing his hormonal fang growth, Dan got up and put on his outfit for the halloween party.
He studied at himself in the mirror, chuckling silently at his lack of need for makeup. Strolling out the house whistling a spooky tune to raise his spirits, Dan anticipated the events of the night eagerly, with only one thing on his mind: Phil.
A/N: So...the alarming amount of Halloween stuff thrown at me lately inspired me to write this...it's only been October for nine days though everything is all ghouls and tombstones haha I love it though. This'll have more chapters...if it gets enough favorable reception tHat iS :)