People seemed to like this one. I hope this next chapter is sufficient.

Updated: 09/15/2013

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The first thing he feels is dizziness.

His eyes are closed, his vision dark, but in front of his eyes swim lights and colors, shaking his vision.

He hears a steady thumping, slow and mournful.

He realizes it's his heartbeat.

He's heard his heartbeat before, and it has never sounded like this.

Slow, deep, thump…thump…thump.

His ears strain to find more sounds, and that's when he hears it.

Thump…thump…thump.

Another heartbeat, in perfect sync with his; even their breathing seems to match perfectly.

Someone else is in the room too.

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Logan hears the shift in the young man on the bed.

He'll be waking up soon.

He continues reading his book; it is tattered around the edges, frayed and the ink is fading.

He's read it often.

He hears the shift in the man behind him.

He's waking up.

Closing his book, he leans back and closes his eyes, waiting for his new friend to wake up.

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Kendall's eyes slowly open, and he turns his head from side to side, looking around.

He's in a motel room, on the bed. There's a small kitchenette and dining table to one side, and the other holds a loveseat, a TV, and a dresser. Sitting on the loveseat is a man.

Then, a wave of pain hits him, and he bucks off the bed, a hiss of pain escaping his lips.

And the man is standing next to him.

"Shh, it's okay," he whispers, bringing a soft hand up to Kendall's now sweaty forehead. "It'll pass in a minute." Kendall looks at him and sees nothing but kindness in the dark brown eyes. Kendall takes a shaky breath and the pain is soon gone. "Better?"

"Yeah."

"Good," he says, backing away and watching him. "Can you sit up?"

"I think so…" Kendall murmurs, sitting up slightly, resting his back against the headboard. His head lolls to the side to look at him. "Where am I? What happened? And who are you?" The man sighs and sits on the edge of the bed.

"My name is Logan. Yours?"

"Kendall."

"Kendall," Logan whispers, making Kendall shiver at the sound of his name falling from those lips. "I know you have a lot of questions. I hope I can answer them all." Kendall watches him, and Logan had to pull himself away from those green eyes; those would be a weapon, Logan was sure.

"Logan," Kendall whispers, "I should be dead." He says this as if it was a sudden realization. "And you… you were there. You brought me here?"

"Yes. I saved you. You should be dead."

"Why aren't I?" Logan was silent for a moment, his eyes closed, before he sighed.

"I don't like making more like myself."

"More what?" Logan looked at Kendall and gave him a crooked smile that made Kendall's slow beating heart shake.

"You feel it don't you? The changes?" Kendall is silent now as he thinks about this. He does feel different he supposes. His eyesight is clearer, sharper; all his senses seem to be sharper and better. His heartbeat is slower, and he feels… different.

"What did you do to me?"

"I'm sorry. I know you said you wanted to die. But I just felt like-"

"You couldn't let me die." Logan nods and Kendall sits up more, frowning. "What happened to me?"

"… I… changed you."

"Am I dead?" Logan shrugged. "Am I alive?" Another shrug.

"A lil bit of both I think. None of the rumors are true though. We can live like normal people. We just… have different tastes in drinks every now and then."

"…Like what?"

"You have to ask?" Logan chuckles, and then Kendall knows the answer; he feels deep in his bones, an ache that he knows he'll never get rid of.

"Blood."

"Yes. But we can survive a while without it. We can eat normal food. The sun isn't a bother. We don't sleep in coffins… But we are strong, and fast. Heal quickly."

"Can I ever see my mom and sister again?" Now Logan frowns.

"I'm sorry Kendall," he whispers, turning on the TV. Kendall's sees the news and frowns.

"In local news, a local high school student was attacked two days ago on his way home from school," the news reporter said, and Kendall gasped when a picture of himself showed up on the screen. "The body has yet to be recovered, but at the scene of the crime there was much blood and a knife, which is assumed to be the murder weapon. Suspects are in custody as we speak."

Kendall gaped at the TV as his mother came on screen.

"I hope the terrible people that did this to my son will pay. And Kendall, if you're out there somewhere, please come home. Please." Tears swam down her cheeks as it cut back to the news anchor.

"They think I'm dead."

"As you should be. But you're not."

"I'm not… Logan," Kendall said, eyes beginning to shine with unshed tears, "What can I do?"

"I'll take care of you." Kendall smiles through his shining eyes and sniffles a bit.

"I feel very… attached to you."

"I know," he whispered, smiling, "It's because I changed you. I feel very protective of you." Kendall smiled before he yawned loudly. "You should rest. But first…"

"What?" Logan glanced at his wrist and sighed before placing it in front of Kendall.

"You'll need to drink soon. You'll get more strength from me than any other human. And considering we need to leave tomorrow morning, you'll need your strength." Kendall looked at the pale wrist in his lap before shaking his head.

"I can't."

"Yes you can. It'll come naturally. Please. Then you can sleep in peace." Kendall closed his eyes and lifted Logan's wrist to his lips. "Don't worry, it won't hurt." Kendall gulped and pressed his mouth airtight against the tender skin.

And then the feeling set in; he knew what to do. Pressing his teeth against the soft, tender skin, he felt them press and break the skin.

He was waiting for the bitter, coppery taste of blood; it never came. Instead, what he tasted was the sweetest, most delectable taste he had ever tasted.

It was like pure ecstasy pouring down his throat.

He didn't realize how thirsty he really was until then.

He peeked through his eyelashes, hoping Logan was okay; Logan looked like he was actually enjoying it a bit, his eyes closed and a peaceful smile was on his lips. Kendall took that as the okay to keep going. The delicious liquid continued to pour down his throat.

And then he felt the wrist tugged away from him. He sat there, hands empty; he blinked and looked around to see Logan smiling dazedly at him.

"Feel better?" Kendall nodded and watched as Logan licked his wrist, making the bleeding stop and the bite-mark disappear. "I'll teach you how to do that, don't worry." Kendall nodded and Logan laughed lightly. "You look like a mess. Looks like I'll have to teach you to eat cleanly as well." Kendall looked down at his hands and realized he was covered in blood. "Go shower. I'll go to the store and get you some new clothes okay?" Kendall nodded and smiled at Logan.

"Thank you. For everything."

"I will take care of you Kendall, don't worry."

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-JustMe133