Title: All of My Doubt

A/N: Title from "A Thousand Years" by Christina Perri. The story was inspired by an old original idea I have, American Horror Story, and the Christina Perri song. This was the outcome.

A few things:

If I continue this, it will end up a James/Carlos story but for now it's in the Kendall/Carlos section since he hasn't shown up yet. If I continue this, I'll be adding a little more horror to it, which is why it's in the horror genre.

Spoilers: AU, so no.

Word Count: 701

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"You should be sleeping," Kendall's voice shattered the peaceful area of the room, made the air grow tense and just the sound of Kendall made him want to open the window and jump through the other side.

"I can't sleep." Carlos decided, dropping the thick black curtain back over the window, cutting off his view of the pool taking up the back yard. He liked to watch the sun glisten off the water during the day, it was much better than the moon.

"And why not?" Kendall asked, bringing his attention to him. It only took a small second for his eyes, which were once a dark brown but now a glowing red like the blood that once pumped through his veins, to adjust to the darkness of the room.

"Sleep is impossible." He replied, which wasn't completely false. He didn't need sleep, it was usually a dreamless blackness that filled in the space of the day until night came back over, but Kendall liked to sleep. It was like a hobby of his. He spent most of his day sleeping in and didn't wake until the curtains were pulled back by the maids and the moon light streamed in.

"Not impossible," Kendall corrected, reminding him of the words he'd once whispered to Carlos many years ago. Those words were enough to send shivers down his back and make him want to run and hide in a closet and never see him again. "Just hard. Try again."

Carlos almost didn't move, almost defied Kendall and stayed put or turned around to watch the wind rippled small tiny waves in the pool even his eyes could barely catch, but the red in Kendall's eyes glowed darker and the fear that was sent through his body made him walk slowly and carefully down the hall.

He would have run or let his body tremble as he made his journey back to the large room, but he couldn't. He was good at hiding his fear around Kendall, because he always knew if he didn't, Kendall would just find it funny and twist it into some game.

Even after spending hours watching the water in the pool twist and turn in the wind and the few maids that could walk out into the overly hot and bright sun took care of it, turning the chemicals into the water, getting it ready for the nightly swim Kendall took and sometimes pushed Carlos in with him, he still couldn't sleep.

Carlos always had problems sleeping, and it wasn't from the fact he had the black nothing to look forward to, it wasn't even the disgusting scent of Kendall's skin he once found incredible wrapping it's way around him, either.

It was the swirling guilt and anger of his past that didn't allow him those few hours of precious time away from him. The guilt and anger pushed him out of the bed the few seconds after Kendall's head hit the pillows and sleep came so easily to him. He used to have claimed it was sadness. A long time ago he blamed the tears that sometimes escaped as he watched the people wake up for their day as they sat down to end theirs. But he couldn't anymore, because he realized he was angry at this life, and the sadness was pushed away.

He was still sad though, all the time he'd wake up a little while before Kendall and lock himself in the bathroom and not hide the tears that flowed so heavily and easily. He probably should have been able to hold them in more, he was a man and crying almost every night was a girl's thing. But he was weak.

And the weakness is what stopped him from rolling out from underneath Kendall before he'd fall asleep, the weakness is what stopped him from opening the window or the door and walk out into the enemy that was the sun, the weakness is what stopped him from saying "no" to Kendall every time he wrapped his arms around his waist.

Carlos was weak. He'd always be weak. He'd always be with Kendall for that very reason.