Chapter 1: Wrong Like Me

Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush or any of the characters.

Author's Note: Um… so I guess hello would be a good place to start so, yet another Kogan fanfic from me – hey, sue me for loving the pair! I hope you all like this, so please leave a review and tell me what you thought. Enjoy! WARNING: The content of this and future chapters may offend some people, so apologies in advance.

"Hit me" uttered the blonde, smiling to himself at the childish irony of his words. There was something about blackjack that was pleasantly reassuring to him: of course, it seemed a lot tamer than the other games of chance, but when it came right down to it, it was luck personified – you either hit or missed, no messy in betweens. A smile smugly twisted his lips as he took a sip from the half full glass in his hand, relishing the strong lace of whiskey across his tongue. The sweet clink of the slot machines around him was pure music to his ears, as was the soft curses of the overweight Texan next to him. This is was his world, untainted fortune at his call and unspeakable power at his fingertips. He was truly a god in his own right. "Well, not completely" he thought smilingly, watching the stupefied dealer curtly lay down a jack of hearts next to his queen of spades. "Better not upset the Big Man just yet… we still have a long way to go." Another invigorating sip of the alcohol fortified the grin on his face. He couldn't wait to see the look on the fool's face when he won. He almost felt sorry for him, given his assured victory, but 'almost' had no place in his existence. He licked his lips excitedly. "Hit me."

"You're already sitting at twenty" drawled the Texan, turning his narrowed eyes onto the inexplicably lucky young man sitting next to him. "And I know I've said this for the past three hands, but this time I really do mean it. Nobody, and I mean nobody, can be as lucky as you." The blonde looked upwards thoughtfully, pausing the dealer with a single, raised finger. The poor man didn't know how right he was. "See, the way I look at it, uh… what's your name again?"

"Paul."

"Well Paul, let me give you some advice: luck is the cruelest bitch you will ever meet, even more than that slut with the enormous chest over at the bar you've been eyeing for the past half hour. All I've done is found a way to make her MY bitch." The blonde smirked triumphantly at the incandescent blush spreading over Paul's face. He turned to the dealer and jerked his downwards at his cards. With a pleasant nod, she gracefully flipped over the ace of diamonds next to the jack, and watched in vague apprehension as the Texan let out a defeated cry. "Well, well" smiled the blonde, boring the green of his eyes right into his opponent's face. "Look's like my bitch came through after all."

"Having fun dear?" asked an icy voice. The blonde's smirk instantly dropped from his face, replaced by a thin line of fury. He turned around and gave the woman standing behind him an appraising look. The rage in his eyes swept across the bare hint of makeup across her sculpture of a face, down the black silk dress that hugged her body tightly, stopping at the shoes that could pay off a car loan with their price tag. "Katie, what are you doing here?"

"Aw, and here I thought you'd be happy to see me, my sweet, delicious hunk of a brother." Her lips curled coldly as she leaned forward and landed her lips squarely on the blonde's mouth. The skilful satin of her tongue made quick work of her brother's lips, cleverly sneaking past his lips and tasting the milled aftershock of the whiskey in his mouth. She quickly withdrew her body from his vicinity, sneering at his bewildered spluttering. It had been years since they had started this sick, twisted game with each other, but somehow immortality had a way for numbing the conscience. The look of pure wrath on his face never ceased to please her. "Wrap up your little game" she said huskily, barely taking notice of the Paul's agape jaw. "Something important just came up."

"It always does" muttered her brother through gritted teeth. Katie gave a flick of her glistening chestnut locks before she walked away, victorious in her sway. The blonde stared after her with an unquenchable anger burning in his eyes, breathing out in deep heaves. "Like I told you Paul, luck's a bitch."

-xoxoxoxoxo-

"You always do this!"

"Oh relax Kendall, how else was I supposed to get you up here?" The blonde cricked his neck irately. Katie always had this unfathomable way of getting under his skin without even trying. Over the many years, she had honed it down to a gift, just sensing the right words to upset his mood. "How many times have I told you not to call me that?" he snarled, throwing her a dagger-eyed glower. Katie lithely draped her body across the sofa, rolling her eyes sardonically. "Cut the high school angst" she sighed, reveling the leather's yielding comfort. "I've got a hell of a headache from last night, excuse the pun. That guy from the bar really knows how to use his tongue across a girl's body. Even I was surprised." She snapped her fingers irritably. "And anyway what am I supposed to call you?"

"Anything but that" muttered Kendall turning around to see the bright lights of the city dazzle away in the night. There was something liberating about the Las Vegas night, as if the alluring power of its fantasies could erase even the deepest of pain. It was all pretend, but better that than to live in reality. All the things he had done, all the sins he would not be forgiven for – hell truly existed on earth. "You know that I'm trying to leave all of that behind."

"You are one sappy son of a bitch, you know that? You're a demon, grow some balls." Katie lifted herself off her luxurious vantage point and walked over to her brother. She reached out her hands and placed them gently on his shoulders as her head slotted perfectly next to his. "It's so strange" she murmured, feeling his pulse start to race already. "You're the reason why we're like this, and yet I'm better at it than you."

"What do you want, a 'demon of the century' award?" The brunette laughed softly into her brother's ear. "No, nothing like that at all. I just mean, I should really thank you for all of this. I'm nothing without you." Kendall smiled wryly. "It's a lot easier than you think, considering you were such a failure of a human."

"True, but you failed way back then, and you're failing now. It's been over four centuries and you've yet to become a full demon."

"What's the rush?" asked the blonde, shrugging off his sister's hold. He turned around and raised an eyebrow sarcastically. "Once I turn, it'll be all ranks and formalities."

"I'm fully turned and I'm not at all stuffy."

"That's because you're stuck with me" said Kendall superiorly, winking at his sister. "So you're right, you really should be thanking me for all of this." Katie stuck out her tongue playfully before turning around. "Gratitude and all that crap aside-"

"See, failure as a human."

"You really should hurry up with your… plans" she said, laying back down on the couch. "He won't wait forever, and I've kind of grown fond of you. It'd be a shame to see you go up in smoke, literally."

"You heard what he said, if we do pull this job off, he'll extend the contract" sighed Kendall wearily. He narrowed his eyes coldly in response to his sister's cynical stare. "We got this Katie."

Katie cocked her head quizzically at the blonde's gaze. Even for demons, their relationship was poisonous to say the least. She had lost count over the fights they wound themselves into, always to the point of nearly destroying each other. It hadn't always been like that: in their human days, they got along fairly well, but she was more interested in being a rich man's mistress than a good sister and daughter. Kendall had always been the shining example of goodness in their parent's eyes. They were blind to his weaknesses, unable to see through his faux virtuousness. She wasn't sure whether it was because of his acting skills or their sheer naivety, but in either case, the brunette had always been the brunt of comparisons to her older brother. Being what she was now offered her a satisfaction that her human life could not give. "Speaking of the task at hand, we might have trouble on the horizon." Kendall frowned. "Like?"

"The other side caught onto us somehow. They've sent down bodyguards, and I use that word extremely loosely." The blonde turned around to face the city lights once more. "That doesn't change anything" he murmured. "We've got our orders, that's all that matters."

"Yeah, about that… they've sent down a certain friend of yours. Again, I use that word very loosely." The blonde took a stunned step forward and extended his hand to sully the pristine clarity of the full-length window. The thick sheet of glass felt reassuringly cool against his fingertips, but it did nothing to soothe the restlessness frolicking in his mind. "He's here?"

"Yep, and after last time, he might not be so willing to let another one of his charges slip between his fingers." Katie paused for before continuing. "I suppose it could work to our advantage after all. We have the psychological edge."

"Fuck psychology, we deal with power."

"We've got that too." She looked at her brother's figure, choosing her words carefully. "Look, like it or not, this puts a significantly sized spanner in the works."

"Actually, it doesn't. They were always going to send someone down to protect him, and the fact that it's HIM doesn't change a damn thing."

"It may" said Katie dryly, noticing the tensed posture Kendall's body adopted. She smiled knowingly to herself. "You two have history after all."

"Can you have just a little bit of faith in me?"

"Dear brother, if I had a little bit of faith, period, I wouldn't be here, would I?" Kendall turned his head to the side and saw his sister sprawl herself on the couch. "We'll still win. You just leave him to me."

-xoxoxoxoxo-

"How would you even know David? How could you even begin to understand the pain I'm going through?" The handsome brunette parted his lips slightly, wounded at the words of his beloved. "So this is it? This is how it ends? I tell you that I love you and you just walk away?" He walked over to the blonde beauty and pulled her closer to his body. The melting brown of his eyes proved too much for her to hold, and she turned her head away with a dramatic sigh. "I love you Sarah" said David softly, feeling the blonde shudder in his affectionate grip. "I'll never leave your side."

"David, please stop this. Don't make this harder than it has to be."

"Never." Sarah turned her glimmering sapphire irises towards the brunette, placing her hands gently on his chest. "Damn it, you don't think I want this? I love you more than… uh… more than… I'm sorry, line?"

"Alright, take five everyone" called the director tiredly. "James, nice work, but try to be a bit less… how can I put this? Try not to be like a fag who had a one night stand with the captain of the football team."

"I don't even know what the hell that means."

"And Jo, for God's sakes, take a look at the damn script! I know this crap is worse than a second grade play, but we all have to make a living off this." The blonde actress gave a weary nod and turned to her co-star, rearranging her face into a furious pout. "Anyone ever tell that fat son of a bitch he should stick to directing music videos?" James gave her a grinning nod. "Careful, he'll hear you."

"Like I give a damn. I'm telling you, if his attitude doesn't improve, I am so going to the studio to get him replaced."

"Did you even take a look at the script?" Jo raised her eyebrows. "I did" she murmured blushingly. "But after the first line, I got distracted."

"By what?"

"That bottle of wine sitting there on my kitchen counter. It looked so lonely; I just had to comfort it." James let out an appreciative chuckle, wrapping his arm around the blonde's back and leading her away to the table of food near the set. "One of these days I'm going to have to give you a piece of my liver."

"Hey, I'm not the only one at fault here! Are you the fag or the football captain in the great Gustavo Rocque's equation?"

"Neither. I was the hockey player who used to hate math."

"While we're on the topic, where is that boyfriend of yours?"

"He's my friend Jo."

"Yeah, a friend who's always here on set! What did you do, hire him to be a stalker or something?"

"It's not like that!"

Silently in the hustle of the crew, he looked on protectively, never once allowing his gaze to falter. He was a master at this, but he didn't allow himself the pleasure of stepping into complacency. He had already lost once at this 'game', and he wasn't prepared to do it again. One innocent life lost was far too much already, and this one really counted. "If we lose him, all hope is lost" he thought, running a hand carelessly through his jet black spikes. He looked on as James shared an intimate laugh with Jo while brazenly waving around a bagel. "He is the last defense we have left." He frowned at the thought. No doubt, they had already figured it out already – it was only a matter of time before they showed up here in Los Angeles. He just hoped it would all turn out for the better.

"They're talking about you." The dark haired man turned to his side and tilted his head quizzically at the woman looking amusedly back at him. The black rim of her glasses highlighted the mischievous glint in her eyes. "What did you say?"

"Honestly Logan, do you even listen when I open my mouth? I said they're talking about you" she exclaimed in mock irritation, pointing over to the giggling co-stars. Logan turned his head back to the two of them with a bewildered smirk. "Aw, let the kids the have their fun."

"I'd bet you wouldn't think of it like that if you knew what they were saying." Logan rolled his eyes wearily. "OK Kelly, enlighten me. What are they talking about?"

"They think you're dating James." The brunette shook his head in disbelief. "That's it? That's what's got you all excited?"

"Aren't you even the least bit offended?"

"Not at all. It could be worse – they could think I'm some crazy stalker who gets his kicks from stealing his underwear."

"Yeah, that's also a hot topic of speculation. And besides, I fail to see how the two are unrelated." Kelly readjusted her spectacles, commanding the air of a strict librarian. "Anyways, I come bearing a dark forecast."

"They've know where we are and what we're doing." The young woman frowned. "You know already?"

"I always knew. They're too relentless to wander around the planet aimlessly." Kelly moved closer to the brunette and leant forward. "I still say our best chance is to tell him the truth" she whispered urgently. Her eyes continually darted around to make sure her words were isolated solely between the two of them. "If he knows-"

"The life he has will be destroyed. He'll never be the same again" muttered the brunette firmly. "He'd be in hiding for the rest of his years, and that is not a life." He dropped his gaze to the floor just ahead of his feet. "The more normal his life is, the easier it is for us to protect him. They won't try anything out in public, it's forbidden."

"So we can't tell him we have halos?"

"Nope, no halos." Kelly stepped back and shifted her glasses once again. "This is it, you know that right? No mistakes." Logan nodded, still keeping his gaze fixed downwards. "No mistakes."

-xoxoxoxoxo-

"You're not bothered by all of it, are you?" asked James nervously. The queue outside the club was short, but moved at snail's pace. The vivacious thump of the music diffused through the night air in pure jubilation, drowning out the chaotic buzz of the patrons. The warm embrace of the wind ruffled through the impatient line, heightening their need for pound away the various avatars of alcohol on the dance floor. The actor quickly sneaked a look at the bouncer-blocked entrance before giving his attention back to his friend. His anxious expression caused Logan to raise an eyebrow. "Bothered by all what?"

"Come on Logan, I know you've heard all the rumors about us."

"Oh, that." James's head gave a quick jerk at the dark haired man's distant reply. "Why, is there some other actor you'd like to make homosexual gossip with?"

"Of course not baby" laughed Logan, slightly enjoying the enraged crimson tinge on the actor's cheeks. "You know I love you."

"Shut it Logan!"

Logan was about to let loose with another sarcastic show of love, but decided to opt for silence when the girl in front of James turned around to stare at him with nothing but stars in her eyes. She quickly pushed her thick locks from out of her face. Her breathing steadily took a turn for shallow heaves as she excitedly wrung her wrists. "Oh my God!" she gasped; now bobbing up and down on her feet. "You're James Diamond! I am like so totally your biggest fan!"

"Thank you" smiled the actor, inducing further hyperventilation in the girl. Logan shuffled on his feet, smiling quietly to himself. 'James Diamond' wasn't yet the household name he'd like to be, but that didn't mean he didn't carry himself off with the magnetic glamour of an A-list movie star. Secretly, the brunette was grateful for the relative anonymity his friend wielded: as much as it was easier to protect him in the midst of the constant stream of people, having constant fans throw themselves at him didn't exactly make his job any easier. "Can I have your autograph?" she whispered breathlessly, whipping out a small piece of paper and a pen from her purse. "Oh, and you sir? Yes you" she smiled, pointing shamelessly to an alarmed Logan. "You look like you could use this." Another dig of her purse produced a card which was recklessly shoved into the brunette's hands. Logan's arched a wary eyebrow as he read it. "Camille Roberts, psychic extraordinaire. All forms of clairvoyance practiced." He gave a soft huff as she pushed the card into the depths of his pocket, watching the girl chat animatedly to a smiling James. "Sometimes I wonder whether I should tell you the truth" he reflected, tracing circles on the pavement with his foot. "It'll take away everything you trust, but it would make my job so much easier." He looked down forlornly, barely paying attention to the active exchange of fandom in front of him. "We can't lose you James. All hell would break loose."

"And would that be so bad?" The brunette's head sharply rose at the soft, icy voice lulling in his head. He was already here. "But I kind of see your point; it would be a terrible shame for your side if that ever happened."

"Under what low life rock are you and your bitch sister hiding Kendall?" Logan's head swiveled around, trying to find the source of the smooth sneer in his mind. Even under the city's lights, the night held too many shadows, too many places for a creature of hell to hide. "Language please, Logan. What would the boss upstairs say if he knew one of workers was using such crude profanity?" The brunette let out a deep exhalation. James still seemed cheerfully absorbed in Camille, and they looked like they'd make it into the crowded club within a matter of minutes. He'd be safe for now. "Where are you?"

"Where I always am – where you're afraid to look."

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The demon smirked arrogantly as he took in the wonders of the Los Angeles night. "California huh? Well, it's a step up from Nevada" he contemplated, sensing the brunette draw closer. A tangible exhilaration coursed through his body, amplifying each of his senses. It didn't hold the reassuring win of blackjack, but something like this was always worth it for the sheer thrill of the hunt. It wouldn't be long before both sides engaged in full on war; he would be right in the midst of it. If he succeeded in this, his name would always be synonymous with the sweet taste of victory the hordes of demons before him could never achieve. "And Hollywood would be my playground. Seems almost too good to be true."

"It actually is." The blonde whipped around to see the brunette standing in the lone beam of a streetlight. The grin on his face grew. "Why Logan, you sly little-"

"Save it Goldilocks" snapped Logan, narrowing his eyes menacingly. "I didn't come here for the pleasantries."

"Very risky of you to come here by yourself old friend" said the blonde condescendingly. "I guess they finally made a man out of you up there after last time."

"You'll never get to him. He's completely clueless about all this, and we both know he has to come to your side out of his own free will."

"That can very well be arranged" said Kendall softly, taking a step out of the shadows towards the brunette. "Especially when he finds out his best friend has white wings and a halo around his head."

"Still as predictable as ever" murmured Logan. The demon gave a short bow. "High praise from a two bit guardian such as yourself." The brunette shook his head. "What happened to you Kendall?"

"Like you even need to ask pretty boy." The blonde took another step towards Logan, his face nothing more than a malicious sneer. "It'll be an honor to destroy you of all angels, what with our past and all that crap."

Logan stretched out a hand towards the blonde, clearing his head of all thoughts. All he felt was the glow of his power rise within him and possess his very being. "Adolebit" he muttered, shooting forth a stream of white flames against the demon. Kendall crossed his arms and locked eyes with the angel, throwing him a conceited smile. The searing heat deflected across his hands, flying to either side of him before diffusing into nothingness. Logan scowled at the blonde's triumphant mask and ceased his attack instantly, closing his hand into a tight fist. "Is that the best you can do?" asked Kendall in mock politeness as he dropped his arms to the side. "I've seen fairies with more power than that."

"That was a warning. Stay away from James."

"Now see, that just makes me want to do this even more." Logan opened his mouth, but killed his retort with a simple smile. "We'll see just how great you are."

"We most certainly will. May the best side win." He gave his head a tiny jerk in his enemy's direction. The angel nodded, feeling an ominous adrenaline pulse out in his stomach. It had started already. "To victory."

Well guys that was the first chapter. Kind of different from what I've done in the past, but what did you think? Please leave a review and let me know! Till next time