So, I deleted some stories I was working on. I guess you could say I want a fresh start. Summer's started so maybe I'll be as active as I was like a year ago. Again. No promises. This is the rewrite of My Vampire Story. Things are gonna be different. With the last story, I only planned for that to be a oneshot. Not a full story. So this is gonna have a little more order than the last one. I'm still going to have the same characters though. Enjoy.

Third Person P.O.V

"I can't believe you're doing this to me. I told you I didn't want to go on a blind date."

"Logan, if it wasn't for me, you would still be sitting there on your couch watching re-runs of Scandal."

"I don't care what you say. That's an amazing show." The light skinned girl stopped pulling her pale friend and turned to him.

"Listen to me, Logan. I'm doing this for your own good. You deserve to have a long-lasting relationship. It's time you get back out there. Sitting on your couch and only coming out of the house for work is only letting Jett know he got the best of you. As your best friend and your boss, I am telling you to go on this date and enjoy it."

"Shay…I guess you're right-,"

"Of course I'm right. I'm always right. Now, come on before you're late!" She turned around and continued pulling him to the restaurant where his blind date was waiting. With the speed they were going, Logan was surprised they haven't caused an accident, yet. Shay was always a fast runner and never knew how to control her speed.

As much has he didn't want to, Logan held tight onto her hand and followed right behind her. He knew she was doing this for his own good, but he just wasn't ready. Sure, it's been almost a year since him and Jett broke up. Well, more like Jett breaking his heart, but the first one sounds less pathetic. It's not like he doesn't trust her. He knows she has good taste in guys. You should see the guy she's dating: Model Type & Perfect Father/Husband Status.

When they finally got to the restaurant and Logan saw his date, he could feel his…friend…getting a little more than excited. He was tall, way beyond Logan's mere 5'6, built, like he played football for a living, handsome, like he modeled for a magazine, and well-dressed, like he just came from a boardroom meeting. Logan looked down at himself and suddenly felt underdressed in his white button down, black cardigan, and khakis.

"Isn't he beautiful?" He heard his best friend whisper in his ear.

"He's more than beautiful, Shay. He's godly. Where did you find him?"

"He's an old friend. I went to college with him. His name is Garrett and he's co-president of the company him and his brother own. I ran into him a couple of weeks ago when I went to that new café. Now are you happy I set you up?" Logan rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"Okay, so he looks amazing. That doesn't mean we're compatible." He felt her push him towards the table.

"Garrett! You look great! This is the guy I was telling you about! Logan, this Garrett. Garrett, this is Logan, my best friend and co-worker!" She made sure to push Logan closer to Garrett.

"Nice to meet you, Logan. Shay's told me a lot about you." Add a deep southern voice to his incredible looks and you've got Logan ready to melt.

"It's nice to meet you, too, Garrett." The southern dream-man showed his southern manners by pulling out Logan's chair for him to sit. Logan took a quick glance at Shay and blushed when she winked at him. He sat and scooted the chair in. Garrett, having his long legs, took one step to his seat across the table.

"Well, I guess I'll leave you guys to your date. Just call me when you want me to pick you up, Logan." She smiled before leaning down to Logan's ear. "Or if you're too sore to come into work tomorrow. I hear everything from Texas is huge." She gave him one last wink before rushing out of the restaurant. She left poor Logan sitting at the table face red and his eyes & mouth wide open.

"She, uh, said something inappropriate didn't she?"

"How'd you know?"

"I know that look from anywhere. Shay was always a little, um…"

"Perverted?" Logan filled in for the man.

"Yeah. That's the word." The man's laugh was a deep melodic tune that was catchy enough to have Logan laughing, too. "So, what did she say that made you as red as a tomato?"

"I'd, uh…I'd rather not say." He cleared his throat and moved around in his seat to try and make himself a bit comfortable. Shay's comment made him a little bothered.

"Come on. It can't be that bad." The smaller boy waited until Garrett took a sip of his drink before letting him know.

"She said, 'Just call me when you want to pick you up, Logan, or if you're too sore to come into work tomorrow. I hear everything from Texas is huge.'" He laughed as the other nearly choked on his drink.

"Oh my God. She actually got worse with time didn't she?" Logan giggled and bit his bottom lip; something he did a lot when he was nervous.

"Yeah. Every year I get more and more surprised at what comes out her mouth."

"She always was a mouthy girl. Never was afraid of speaking her mind. Anyway, enough about her. Let's talk about you."

"Well, there isn't much about me. I have a little sister named Presley. I was born in Minnesota, but moved here to New York for college. I graduated a year early than I was supposed to. I've been working for Shay for almost four years now. I think that's it… Oh! And I have a small Havanese puppy named Pickles."

"Pickles?" Garrett chuckled at Logan's adorable blushing.

"Yes. Pickles. I think it's absolutely adorable and it fits her perfectly."

"An adorable puppy for an adorable guy." Garrett gave him one of his heart-stopping winks.

'Oh God.' Logan thought. 'My underwear is not gonna make it out of this date dry.

|AFTER THE DATE|

The two men walked out of the restaurant and sat on the bench outside. It was the start of fall, so the weather was a little cooler at night than the day. As much as he didn't mean to, Logan snuggled into Garrett's side. He got a little nervous when he felt Garrett's arm wrap around his shoulders.

"I had a lot of fun tonight, Logan."

"So did I, Garrett…"

"But?..."

"How'd you know there was a 'but'?" Garrett shrugged and removed his arm from his shoulders.

"Just had a feeling."

"Listen, Garrett, I really did have an amazing time tonight and you're a really great guy and anyone would be insanely lucky to have you, but I just don't feel that we have a relationship connection."

"I understand. I don't fully agree, but I do understand. I like you, Logan. I want you to be in my life and if the only way you're gonna be in it is as a friend, then I'll take it."

"Damnit, Garrett. You're really too good for me anyway." The bigger man smiled and shook his head. He stood up with Logan's hands in his.

"Can I at least have one kiss before we turn our separate ways?" Logan gave him a shy smile and nodded slightly before leaning up on his toes to press a slight kiss to Garrett's lips. 'Nope. Nothing special. No fireworks at all.' Logan thought to himself. When they pulled away, Garrett chuckled.

"I, uh, see what you were talking about now."

"Nothing for you either?"

"Nope." Garrett shook his head. "Nothing. Thanks for it though. I guess I just needed proof."

"It's fine. Bye, Garrett." He watched as one of the sexiest men he's ever seen walk away from him and across the street to his black truck. Of course he would have a beautiful, shiny, expensive, truck.

Logan sighed as he started his walk on home. He would've called Shay like she told him to, but his phone was dead. It wasn't long a walk anyway. Sure it was cold, but it's nothing he wasn't used to. After all, he did grow up in Minnesota. As he was walking, he saw less and less people walking. He was getting nervous, so he put a little pep in his step. He stopped when he heard a noise behind him. He looked around slowly before walking faster than he was before. He kept hearing noises. Before he could set into a full run, he felt someone grab at his collar. He was pulled back and thrown against the brick wall of an alley. He was face to face with a dirty, smell, bum. His face was dirty and unshaven. His teeth were turning yellow and he smelled like he went dumpster diving.

"Well, well, well. What a cute little fairy you are. I saw you with your boyfriend. Why'd he let you go, huh? Wouldn't put out? I bet that cute little ass of yours has never been touched has it? You're still a virgin aren't you, huh? Don't worry, sweetie. That'll change tonight. I'm gonna give it to you so good, you're gonna be begging for more."

If it wasn't for the scrummy hand covering his mouth, Logan's cries and shouts would've been heard. He started crying when he felt his pants drop to his ankles. His breath hitched when he felt a hand at the band of his boxers. His eyes were closed tightly. Suddenly, a brush of wind went past and the disgusting touch was gone. The hand from his mouth was gone and he slid down to the floor. He opened his eyes and saw his assailant knocked out cold. He looked up and saw his hero; a 6 foot, muscular built Latino, with glowing gold eyes that stood out like a sore thumb. He kneeled down and observed Logan.

Now, Logan was confused as ever. He should be getting up and running like he's never run before, but he feels comfortable and safe. Safe around this stranger, this man he's never met. This handsome man he's never met.

The Latino spent another few seconds of looking him over before waving a hand in front of his face, leaving Logan to see nothing, but darkness.