A/N: Guess what, it's named after another Paralysed Age song because I'm still trash. (Again, here's the link: watch?v=4L1Ze9e9Xc8) Anyway, this is basically a prequel of Bloodsucker, focusing on Phil getting turned and how he chose to deal with it. Even though it is technically is a prequel, it can totally stand alone.

Phil doesn't normally work the late shift. But this time there was no one else to fill in. He had to do it. Even though he definitely didn't want to be here, working this terrible job, here he was. This is what his English degree got him. It got him here. Whatever, the shift was almost over. He can almost go home. He would still get to skype dan and he would still be able to complain to him about his job, and he would still get to say that he loves him.

His shift ended and he rushed out of the building. As he stepped out into the chilly december air, he realized that his bus had come long ago. It was too late to call any of his friends to give him a ride as well. They were probably all asleep by now. The only option was to walk home. He sighed, pulled his scarf tighter, and set off.

He was almost glad for the walk. The night sky was actually very pretty tonight. He's never out that late due to always skyping Dan, so he doesn't really get to appreciate it that often. The air was too cold though, and there was an even colder wind that came and went. The puffs of breath in front of him a visual representation of how damn cold he was, but there was nothing he could do to change it. All he could do about the cold was zip his jacket up and keep walking.

It was as he was walking, cursing to himself about the cold, that he felt a hand grab his arm and yank him to the side, into an alley. He struggled against the grip, but he couldn't break free. Instead, his struggles combined with the stranger trying to pull him caused Phil to fall. He hit the ground with a thud, his head cracking on the ground. Because of his daze from the impact, the man was able to pull him up by his collar and pin him against the wall. Still groggy, he tried to struggle against the man, but it was no use. He had him stuck there, the attacker's face inches from his. Even though Phil knew he was trapped, he still tried to get away.

"Oh I just love how you all still struggle, even if you know how utterly hopeless it is." The attacker said, seemingly amused. It was then that Phil noticed just how little effort it took the man to keep him pinned.

"Please… Don't do this" Phil pleaded, letting a tear fall, knowing his demise was imminent now.

"Oh, there's the pleading as well. Why do you all think that will work? You think that if you ask nice enough that it'll stop."It seemed like he was talking more to himself than to Phil. Phil didn't fully understand what the man meant by 'you all' but what he did understand was that he was about to die.

"Well no more small talk I guess." He said, his face morphing. It changed into something hideous. It had terrible yellow eyes and its skin was folded and morphed. The most prominent thing on its face, however, was the fangs. It had long, extremely sharp fangs. Phil had watched enough Buffy to understand what was going on now. He writhed away, trying to get away from the vampire (because what else could that thing be?). He knew it was no use, but he was acting purely on instincts now, no more rational thought left.

The vampire must have been getting impatient. He didn't even make some kind of quip about how Phil was still struggling. Instead, he just sunk his fangs into Phil's neck. Phil cried out in pain, only to have his mouth covered by the vampire's cold hand. Phil began sinking into a dizziness and his body went cold. He continued to struggle as much as he could with his ever decreasing strength. He could feel his life draining, and as a last resort he bit the man's hand that covered his mouth, too out of it to think of the consequences. Even that didn't do enough though, as all the vampire did was remove his hand from Phil's mouth. He had lost too much blood had too little strength, to yell. The last thought in his mind was of how Dan would be with him gone before everything went black.

Phil was not expecting to wake up. Especially not in a coffin. He tried to lift the top, but he couldn't. It seemed to be sealed shut by something, but he didn't know what. He tried banging and kicking on it, but that didn't work either. He started to yell.

"Help! I'm trapped in here!" He waited for a response, but none came. He had to get out of there. It was too small, too close to him. Surely he would run out of oxygen soon. He started to panic, to kick the top harder. Eventually, his foot broke through the wood and dirt began to fall on him. Had he actually been buried alive? How could that happen? Did no one realize he was still alive? He had heard about it happening before, but he never thought it could happen to him. It seemed the only way he was going to survive was to dig himself out. He started moving dirt to the edges of the coffin and once he had thought he had enough, he made the hole in the coffin bigger and stood up, the still loose dirt giving way. This may be the only time reading all of those random articles online will help him in any situation.

When Phil broke to the surface and pulled himself up, he looked around. He was surprised to see that he recognized his surroundings, as he was in the cemetery not far from his parent's home. Why would I be back in Lancashire? He asked himself. Still reeling from the fact that he was buried alive, but apparently now he figured it was his own parents that had buried him. How could they not realize he was still alive? Were his parents grieving? How would they react if they knew they had buried him when he wasn't dead? Oh god, he couldn't imagine his parents grieving over him.

Phil decided that it would probably be best to tell his parents that he was not actually dead and they had no reason to grieve. He just had to find his old house from here, which wouldn't exactly be an easy task. He didn't exactly remember which direction it was in. He sighed, took a guess, and started walking. As Phil walked, the brisk night reminded him of what had happened before he woke up here. He shuddered, remembering the pain. How long ago had that been? How long had he been buried? And what was that thing that had almost killed him?

He dwelled on those questions until, surprisingly, he saw a familiar house in the distance. Wow, he thought. I was actually right about the direction. He quickened his pace, but just as soon as he sped up, a realization made him slow again. How would he do this? Would he just knock on the door and be like 'Hey mum, I'm not actually dead.' He couldn't do that, his mum would have a heart attack. But he supposed he didn't have much of another choice. He wanted to do this as soon as possible, as to not make them any more sad. He didn't want to wait around trying to come up with something clever to say. He choked down a stab of fear that he couldn't quite pin the reason for and resumed walking to his childhood home.

He knocked on the door, nervous as to how his mum would react. He didn't have to imagine it long as she quickly opened the door, looking like she had been crying recently.

"Hell- Phil?" She said, her eyes widening, skin going pale. She looked as if she had seen a ghost. Well, in her case she probably thought she had. Phil gave her a small, almost apologetic smile.

"Hey mum..." He started. He didn't have a plan. He didn't know how to do this.

"How are you here? Are you a ghost?" It was plain to see she was terrified. She understood the situation about as much as Phil did. They both previously thought he had died in that alley, yet here he was. On his mum's doorstep.

"I'm not a ghost, mum. I'm alive."

"But- But we buried you! You were dead! We saw your lifeless body on the examining table. They said you had been exsanguinated, Phil. No one just comes back from that!" Exsanguinated? Surely that wasn't true. How would he be alive if he had been drained of all of his blood?

"Maybe they just got it wrong. I'm sure there's some kind of explanation to it." There seemed to be something click in her mind as her eyes widened once more.

"Oh god… If you're here… That means we buried you alive. Oh god Phil I'm so sorry. You must have been so scared."

"Yeah that's a bit of an understatement." He laughed awkwardly. "But I don't blame you. I had thought I was dead too. I definitely didn't expect to wake up from that."

"What exactly happened? All the detectives would tell me was that they found you in an alley and that they suspected an animal attack."

"Animal attack?" Why would they think it was an animal attack? Phil knew the circumstances of his attack was weird, but how could they mistake it for an animal attack of all things?

"Let's just go inside and we can sort this all out." Phil nodded. He really didn't want to be outside at night any longer than necessary. They walked inside and Phil sat down on the old couch while his mum sat in a chair across from him. "Okay, so how exactly did this happen?"

Phil recounted the events as his mum flinched at every gruesome detail. She didn't want to hear this, but she needed to know. She needed to understand what had happened. As he told her about the pain in his neck and the man's appearance, his mum gave him a puzzled expression.

"What is it?"

"Well… You said that he had fangs, right? And the pain in your neck… You don't think… Oh god I don't even want to imagine that possibility."

"What possibility?" As he said that, he realized what she meant. She meant that Phil's attacker had been a vampire. He didn't mention in his recounting that at the time he had thought the same thing. But, she seemed to have come to the same conclusion on her own. Phil sighed, not wanting to think about it either.

"To be honest, I thought the same thing while it was happening... But that's not possible, right? They don't exist. Maybe it was just some weirdo who gets off on acting like a vampire, got his teeth sharpened and happened to nick the vein with them, making me lose a lot of blood and pass out. That could be it, right?" He knew that the notion was a long shot, and he could tell his mum did as well by the look on her face.

"Okay. So maybe this is real. And this did happen. But don't you have to drink their blood to become one? Isn't that some vampire rule? You didn't do that, did you?" Phil tried to think back to that night. Most of it was hazy, his mind unclear from the blood loss. He did have a vague memory of doing something as a last ditch effort to get away though, and the more he thought about it, the more scared he got. When the memory finally returned to him, he gasped.

"I think… I think I might have… Oh god, mum I bit his arm to try to get away. I must have gotten some blood in my mouth. I wasn't thinking- I couldn't think straight. I had lost too much blood already and I bit his arm, thinking that maybe he'd let me go. I was too out of it to realize what it would do to me." This was real. This was actually real. Phil wasn't actually alive. He had died, and his parents buried him. He should have stayed there, underground. But because of stupid human instincts, here he was. In his mum's house, close to tears at the realization that he had become one of these monsters.

"Maybe the guy wasn't actually a vampire. Maybe you were right." Phil's mom was the one that had presented the idea, but now that she knew her son was one of them, she was backing away from the truth of her previous statement. She was just as scared as Phil was.

"No. Think about it. This has to be it. The mortician said I'd been exsanguinated, right? And the detectives tried to write it off as an animal attack. Not to mention I was literally dead for a bit before waking up in a coffin. There's nothing else it could be. It's the truth, but it's okay. We'll figure this out. It'll be okay." Phil's mum sighed, running a shaky hand through her hair.

"This isn't happening. This can't be happening."

"It is, mum. And there's not really much we can do to change it." His mum sighed again.

"Right. Yeah, we can't avoid this. Um… I'll help you get through this. I am your mum after all, it's my job to do that."

"Thanks. I know how hard it is for you to say that. I'm having a hard time believing it myself, but what else could have happened? Do you mind if I stay here while I figure this all out?"

"Yeah, sure. Stay as long as you like… I still can't believe this is real."

"I can't either."

He spent that night in his old room. He didn't sleep though. He didn't even know if vampires can sleep. Whether he could sleep or not, he was much too scared too. He was scared of what he had become, what he would do. If he was a vampire, did he have to kill people too? He guessed he did, considering what happened to him. He thought about this for a while before letting his thoughts drift to Dan. He was avoiding letting himself think of him. He didn't know what he would do. Would he tell him? Did he even know that Phil had died? He imagined his parents had told him, but maybe they didn't. How would he react if he knew? The rest of the night, he thought of Dan and nothing else. This is why he didn't let himself think about him before. He knew once he started he wouldn't stop thinking about him and what would happen when he went back to talking to him. He couldn't talk to him yet, though. Not until he was sure of what he could do. Not until he was sure that he wouldn't hurt him.

The next morning, he asked his mum about Dan. She said that they hadn't told him yet. They just weren't emotionally ready to tell anyone. Dan didn't know. Dan didn't know that Phil died. He didn't know Phil had come back. He didn't know that anything was different. He still couldn't bring himself to message him though. He didn't want to start talking to him, only to realize he'd have to leave him for good because of what he might do.

It came slowly. Starting as a slight tickle in the back of his throat. By the time the night came, it was an unbearable burning. Like you hadn't drank water for weeks. Phil had tried to drink water, to vanquish the fire in his throat. Nothing helped. He knew what it needed, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Over the next few days it grew worse. It became excruciating. He had even been beginning to have thoughts about how easy it would be to kill his mum. His own mother! He had to do something about it. And it had to be tonight.

After his mum went to sleep, he snuck out of the house and into the night air. Tonight was very much like the one of the attack. Pretty stars, clear sky. A wind blowing, though he couldn't feel the chill. It was weird to him, not being able to feel the cold. There wouldn't be any puffs of air in front of him either, as he didn't even breathe anymore. He never thought he'd miss the cold, but he did. Now that he can't feel it, he misses it. He sighed and ignored his wandering mind. He started to walk, scanning for anyone on their own in the night.

Phil's eyes locked on to someone. A man, seemingly coming from work, just like Phil had been that night. Any remorse he would have had was gone as instincts kicked in. He walked behind the man for some distance, then got closer. The man looked back and noticed him, picking up his pace. Phil picked up his is return. Realizing he was being followed, the man started to run. Phil found, however, that he was faster. He ran and tackled the man, pinning him to the ground. He also found that he was much stronger. He kept the struggling, horrified man down with little effort. It was then that Phil realized just how hungry he was. He skipped any kind of talking or taunting to the man that most vampires seem to do and just went for the kill. All the man got out was one small "Please" before his body went limp.

Phil quickly got up and ran from the body. He couldn't believe he had done that. He was scared, sure, but of being caught, not of what he had just done. Mostly though, he was invigorated. He had actually taken the life of a person. He felt weird; like he should have felt bad about this, but he doesn't. It was what he had to do to survive, so what was so wrong with that? Maybe he should feel bad. Phil brushed that thought off, though. He was a vampire after all, what else did people expect of him? After all, he certainly felt better after it. The burning in his throat was completely gone.

Phil stayed with his mom for a few more days. He found that if he fed when the burning in his throat came, he didn't have any thoughts about killing until it came again. After a few times, he was confident that he could talk to Dan without any potential risk. After all, nothing had happened to his mum yet, so it should be fine. He got out his computer- it was with him when he was attacked and his mum was given all of his belongings that were at the scene- and opened skype. He saw Dan was online and typed him a quick message, apologizing for not getting to talk to him and blaming it on his crazy uni schedule. Dan replied almost immediately, saying that it was alright and moving on to how bored he was when Phil was gone.

After that they went back to talking like they did before Phil had gone. They messaged and Skyped every day. Phil smiled and laughed with him, but when he thought Dan wasn't looking his smile dropped. He was almost sure that Dan had noticed this, but he didn't say anything about it. Phil was glad that even though he may have noticed it, Dan never decided to bring it up. He felt almost guilty for not telling Dan. He wanted to tell him, but this had all been going so well and he didn't want it to end. He worried that if Dan knew, he would leave. Scratch worried, he was sure he'd leave. It wasn't exactly hard to move on when your boyfriend is a murdering supernatural creature. Sure, not telling Dan just so he would still date him was selfish, but Phil didn't care. He just wanted Dan to stay with him. And if lying to him about nothing happening to him when "uni got crazy" was what he needed to do, then that's what he would do. Besides, how would he even go about telling Dan? There was no way he could find a way to tell him without him freaking out.

Time passed and they moved in together. Phil's time staying at his mum's house and his university dorm had taught him how to sneak out effectively. In fact, Dan didn't seem to notice anything. He didn't notice that Phil didn't breathe, and his heart didn't beat, or that he tended to avoid going out during the day at all costs. Phil had learned how to deal with his condition, and he was happy. He learned how to balance it and Dan at the same time, with Dan none the wiser. Dan still saw him as the happy, innocent person that he was before that night in the alley.

Maybe he would never have to tell him. Maybe he could live out his whole life never knowing what Phil really was. No, that was completely unrealistic. Dan would grow old and Phil wouldn't. Eventually Dan would get curious. He would have to tell him. He would tell him at some point. He didn't know when, or how, but it would happen. But for right now, Dan didn't need to know.