Early update guys! I got done with this chapter a little early so I decided to update instead of waiting!
Warnings! Cheesy fluff. kinda. NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE INTENSE WITH TRIGGERING SITUATIONS. BE WARNED.
Anyway, I hope everyone is having a good day today! And I update this story every week because I love it so much. :3
And as always, enjoy! :3 3
Bloodmates
Chapter 6
Phil's POV
Well that was close. I walked into our room and quickly got changed in the bathroom so I could wash the blood and dirt off of my hands. I was terrified that Dan had found me out. I knew he was suspicious now. I couldn't keep making mistakes like this. It would only get harder and harder to hide. Plus the fact that he was my Bloodmate. I wanted to tell him. Tell him everything. Maybe by the end of this week I will.
I exit the bathroom to find Dan on the floor looking under the bed and everywhere else. I raised an eyebrow at him. What was he doing?
"Dan, what are you doing?" I ask and he jumped, obviously not hearing me come in.
"Jesus, Phil! Stop doing that." Dan as he kept looking for whatever he was looking for.
"Sorry! I just wanted to know what you were doing. It's unusual to see someone frantically searching for something." I said and got on the floor with him.
"Ugh, I lost my phone. I just had it too." Dan said and looked under the bed.
"Oh, let me help." I said and looked under the bed with him. He was blindly searching with his hands because he couldn't really see. I search as well and suddenly our hands touch. We both stop and look at each other. Suddenly there was music coming from somewhere in the room.
"I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways. Maybe just the touch of a hand. Me, I fall in love with you every single day. And I just wanna tell you I am."
I see him blush as Ed Sheeran plays, our hands touching. He realized what was happening and pulled his hand away, blushing hard as he searched for the source of the music.
"Ed Sheeran, huh? Never took you as the lovely dovey song type." I said and he found his phone and groaned.
"Shut up. Ed Sheeran is good. I happen to lo-like that song." Dan said and I smirked as he corrected himself and answered his phone. He held up his index finger and walked out fo the room. I just smiled as he left the room.
'That was perfectly timed.' I thought to myself and sighed softly. How was I going to break it to Dan anyway? Will he be terrified of me? Probably. Will he hate me for what I am? Most likely.
Thinking these thoughts put me in a sour mood. I was usually a very cheerful person but right now those thoughts were making me cold inside. I sat on the bed and put my face in my hands. I felt like I needed to talk about it with someone but I was sure PJ was still asleep. It was still early. I look at my phone for the time and realized it was only 8 A.M. I groan as I lie back on the bed. It was too early in the day to have those kinds of thoughts. I started to play crossy road on my phone for a few minutes before getting bored. That's when I heard it.
Soft, muffled crying coming from the other room. I sat up in a slight panic. Was it Dan? My chest tightened at the thought. Why was he crying? Did someone hurt him? How could they hurt MY Dan? I felt my fangs come out as I let out a quiet growl. No one was aloud to hurt him. I was about to rush out of the room when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
Honestly, I looked terrifying. Piercing crimson eyes and razor sharp fangs, along with a deep scowl. I knew I had to calm down before I went to Dan. I couldn't go to him in such a state. I took a deep breath and let my eyes go back to normal as well as my fangs. I walk out of the room and into the lounge.
There Dan was, on the love seat, with his face in his hands, crying as silently as he could. He obviously didn't hear me come in but this time I coughed awkwardly to let him know I was in the room. He looked up at me. His eyes red and puffy, tears staining his cheeks. He immediately wiped his face with is sleeve.
"Dan, are you alright?" I asked in a tender voice, walking towards him. He scooted over so I could sit next to him.
"N-no...just...hold me." He whispers before wrapping his arms around me and burying his face into my shoulder. I hesitated, but wrapped my arms around him in return. He cried for five more minutes, shaking softly in my arms. I try to sooth him by rubbing his back. It seemed to work. He finally calmed down enough for him to let go of me and sit up more.
"What happened?" I asked softly and he looked at me, his brown eyes full of sorrow. I felt a stabbing pain in my chest. It hurt seeing him like this.
"There...was an accident..." Dan started off softly. "My brother..and my aunt and uncle..are...are.." He couldn't say anymore before his voice caught in a soft sob. My heart wretched. Oh, God. This was horrible.
That's when Dan suddenly stopped crying and got really quiet for a moment. It kind of scared me, to be honest. He just sat there, looking at the ground with a blank expression. I was starting to think he had lost his mind.
"Dan...?" I ask softly and placed my hand on his shoulder. He jumped slightly and looked at me.
"What? Sorry, I didn't catch that." He said in slightly panicked tone.
"Are...you okay?" I asked and took my hand away from his shoulder. He nodded and got up.
"I...need some fresh air. I'll be back soon." Dan said and walked out the door.
"W-wait I.." I started to say when the door shut. I sighed. I was so worried about him. I hope he wasn't going to do anything stupid. It wasn't until fifteen minutes later that I got a horrible feeling in my stomach. Oh no.
I immediately got up and was out the door in a flash. I breathed in and followed Dan's scent. I didn't care if anyone saw me. I had to get to Dan. His scent led me to the London Bridge. Why would he want to go here?
Suddenly, I lost his scent. It just disappeared out of no where. I began to panic. I walk on the pavement that lined the bridge, searching, looking for Dan in raw desperation. Where the hell was he? His scent shouldn't have disappeared like that.
That's when I heard the shrill scream of a woman. Oh, God.
Please no.
Dan...
