Chapter 2

James stared at the procession of cars that drove ahead of them in the drizzle. Kendall was driving James to the cemetary because he knew that James didn't have the ability to do it himself. Kendall kept snatching glances at James once in a while, seeing the tears run down the sides of his face. Kendall pushed down on the brake as he parked the car behind a line of cars already at the cemetary.

"I'm so sorry about Logan, James," said Kendall, trying to keep himself from crying even more. He had cried his eyes out at the church and even more when he saw Logan's body. James had been standing beside Logan's casket the whole time, very possessive like.

James just nodded his head. Kendall hung his own head as he looked out the fogged window at the casket bearers who were moving the casket from the hearse across the wet lawn to the open grave.

"I know you were very close to Logan," said Kendall. "You two loved each other very deeply. Everyone could tell."

James looked into Kendall's emerald eyes and Kendall saw the puddles of tears still springing to his eyes. Kendall wanted to cry again himself, seeing all that pain reflected there.

"I miss Logan too James, but just know that you aren't alone. You still have your friends," said Kendall with a small smile.

James reached out a hand and grasped one of Kendall's. Kendall knew that he was straight, straighter than an arrow, and that James wasn't, but he couldn't shake off James's grasp. They were still friends and Kendall couldn't deny comfort to a friend in need.

"Thank you Kendall," said James. "You don't know how nice it is to hear you say that."

Kendall retracted his hand from James's grasp, feeling that things were starting to get a little awkward.

"Come on James. It's time," said Kendall as he got out of the car.

James wiped away the tears from his face and got out of the car with Kendall. They trudged across the slick grass until they got to the crowd of people in black who were crowded around the casket. Kendall noticed Carlos standing on the outside of the crowd. The Latino was staring intently at the ground, biting his bottom lip so hard Kendall was scared he'd make it start bleeding. Kendall could tell that Carlos was trying not to cry.

"Hey Carlos," said Kendall quietly.

Carlos brought his head up and looked at Kendall. When he saw Kendall and James, he started to cry. He couldn't hold it in anymore.

"It's okay Carlos," said Kendall patting Carlos on the back. "It'll be okay."

James watched Kendall console Carlos. Immediately James was filled with jealous. He wanted all of Kendall's sympathy to himself.

When the burial started, everyone in the crowd was crying. James looked through the crowd toward Logan's parents. At least Logan died with his parents thinking that he was a perfect, straight boy. They were oblivious to the relationship they had had.

As the casket was lowered into the earth, James looked at Kendall and Carlos to see that they were both crying hard, their bodies shuddering with tears. James had to make himself cry. He wasn't saddened as much as he should by Logan's death. All he could think about was how eager he was to connect with Kendall and satisfy his lust for him. James studied Kendall and looked at the perfect form of his body which was sharply outlined by the fitted black suit he had on for the funeral. That was when James really cried. Not because he was sad, but because Kendall was beautiful and he was going to be his really soon.

"Kendall you taste so good," murmured James as he allowed his lips to slide away from Kendall's lips and down his neckline.

Kendall shuddered with pleasure underneath him. James ran a hand up Kendall's leg.

"Baby, you don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment."

James reconnected his lips with Kendall's, their tongues exploring the insides of each other's mouth.

James was so content with lying with Kendall in bed. He didn't want this moment to end. It was like it was a dream.

"James."

"Yes Kendall?"

James was confused because Kendall's voice sounded different, but he didn't let it phase him. He was concentrated on making love to him.

"Why did you kill me?"

James brought his head up and looked at Kendall's face. In the darkness it was hard to see his face clearly.

"What do you mean?"

"Why did you kill me?"

He sounded even angrier and more different. That's when James realized who the voice belonged to.

"Logan?"

"Why did you kill me James? I loved you! I risked everything for you!"

James rolled away from the body of his once lusted after lover. The body was no longer Kendall's; it was Logan's. Logan rolled over onto his side to look at the naked James as he asked again, "Why did you kill our love?"

James was frightened. He didn't know what was going on.

Suddenly a knife appeared in Logan's hand, a knife glistening with his own blood.

"Why James?"

Logan came toward James with the knife and stabbed in through his heart.

James sat bolt upright in bed, sweating like crazy, the blankets wrapped around him weirdly. He placed his hand over his rapidly beating heart in a vain attempt to calm it down. That was the worse nightmare that he had ever had.

James threw his feet over the side of his bed and walked toward the desk with the list of names. He couldn't stop now, not when he was in the process of being with Kendall. Kendall was still naive enough to think that he could make their relationship just a friend one. Was he sure in for a surprise.

James flicked on the desk lamp and studied the list, trying to contemplate his next move. There was no going back. Not when he had already risked so much in killing Logan.

The next step in obtaining Kendall was eliminating the objects of his affection. James wanted all of Kendall's affection to himself.

Guess he'd just have to kill Carlos, Katie, Mrs. Knight, and Jo.

It was just a small sacrifice in the name of lust.

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