CHAPTER THREE:
KENDALL POV
I know Logan was lying but I played along because he looked so anxious, talking to the guys, to distract them so that they wouldn't notice. But I kept an ear out for them and heard Matt mutter something that sounded suspiciously like "It's getting late." I looked around and saw that the sun was just setting, they had to have an excuse for this but then again Logan is gone for one night, every month, maybe it's some tradition they have, that Logan kept going, at least he's not by himself now.
So I ran off towards the door, knowing that the guys would follow me and leave Logan and Matt behind. James has just passed me and I've gotta say that his hair has never looked better. When I touched it I expected it to be hard and stiff from all the hair products he puts in it, but it was actually really soft, in my opinion it's always perfect but right now I want to make up an excuse just to run my hands through it. I still feel so guilty though, I was playing with his feelings.
SPLASH, yeah, Carlos made it there before us. James and I looked at each other, exasperated, before speaking.
"I'll get some dry clothes."
"I'll get a medical kit."
Yes this day is now officially NORMAL; it has out ruled the weird.
JAMES POV
I'm in 2J getting Carlos some dry clothes when I realise that Logan and Matthew aren't there, they're not in the pool or lobby and there's no note, I look at the calendar, "Ahh it's that time of the month again." About two months after we came to LA, I started to mark on the calendar whenever Logan was gone overnight with no warning; surprisingly it's always on the night of the full moon, always. It's kind of strange but I decided ages ago that he must like watching the different stages of the moon, or something like that, now it looks like Matthew does the same thing.
Oh jeez, I've been up here for twenty minutes; I grab the clothes and take the stairs, two at a time. I can see my best bud Carlos shivering, while Kendall check him over, there's already a large bandage on his upper arm and there are large, purple bruises on his ribs, right in the shape of hands, they are. They really got him this time. Speaking of the Jennifers, I can see them to the side, looking guilty and apologetic. I push past them and hand Carlos his clothes and a dry towel. Kendall and I sit either side of him, each wrap an arm around him and try to keep poor, bedraggled Carlos warm.
Whilst Carlos was distracted I shot the Jennifers a dark, almost evil look, they visibly gulped and backed into the lobby, before sprinting (in their way) to the elevator.
"Let's get him upstairs, he needs to keep warm Kendall."
"Yeah, but he won't be able to walk."
"I'll grab his head, you his feet?"
We pick him up, being as gentle as we can, muttering about how ridiculous the Jennifers are and how he could have been hurt. "He didn't even do anything to them except walk past. For once he didn't even look at them." Kendall was fuming, quietly, as not to wake up Carlos, who had fallen into a fitful dose in our arms.
Once we laid him down in his bed and wrapped him up, we went and called Mama Knight, she freaked out at first until we told her about the Jennifers. "Oh." That's all she could say. But after a few minutes of silence, she explained what we had to do; I didn't understand some of what she said, so I told her this, Mama Knight told me to get Logan on the phone.
"Mama Knight, Logan's gone again, this time he took Matt with him, so I'm all we've got because Kendall's making sure Carlos' temperature doesn't rise anymore?"
"Oh then just do what you can, if there are any problems call me."
MATT POV
I had just finished my third rabbit and was wiping the blood off my mouth when Logan barked that it was time to go. We ran to the edge of the lake, plunged in and shook ourselves off before changing back to our human selves and sneaking across the Palm Woods Park. Good thing that Logan knows all the places to hide where no-one can see you or we'd have been spotted long ago.
We just ran up the stairs, not wanting to draw attention to ourselves by taking the elevator and sniffed around the door before recoiling in disgust. Wolfsbane, great, how are we going to explain why neither Logan nor I can go near that foul stuff? We are so royally screwed.
Reading my mind (due to our wolf pack telepathy) Logan said. "We're gonna have to pretend we have allergies to the wolfsbane, you'll be easy but the guys will take some convincing on my part."
"Well once they see our 'symptoms' then they'll believe us." And at that we covered our noses and mouths with our shirts and cautiously walked in, glancing for the poisonous substance. It was right there, James was holding it.
"Hey guys." He greeted, but seeing us back away, his tired expression changed to one of concern. "Logan, Matt what's wrong?"
Logan was coughing uncontrollably and had taken refuge behind the couch but I was able to compose myself long enough to stammer out. "The wolfsbane, we're both allergic to it, get it out, PLEASE, we can only take so…" This was all I could say before I too, broke down coughing. James looked frightened beyond belief and threw said plant out of the window. Once again we were able to breathe, but were still weak, I grabbed Logan's hand and together we stumbled over to the couch and collapsed, James was right behind us, with a worried expression on his face.
"Water." This time it was Logan who managed to croak something out. James ran and got two bottles for us, looking relieved that he could do something. After seeing his face I knew that we had to keep him busy so I went down a list of random things, ranging from allergy medication, to foot massages.
Logan gave me a look when James ran to get chocolate (it keeps you're strength up). "What? We have to keep him busy and we might as well take advantage of that."
"You're evil, I like evil." We smiled maliciously and began laughing creepily. This is when James walked in and gave us a strange look.
"Okay…"
KENDALL POV
After James and I brought Carlos up and I took his temperature (and wrote it down), I headed out of the apartment, by the window of course, to catch some early morning prey. Dawn was on the horizon, tendrils of new light spread across the sky with the clouds, slowly but surely bathing the land in a soft blanket of light.
There, a young female, running around, full of life and full of blood.
I waited in the shadows, watching, my fangs bared and my pupils dilated; she stopped in front of my hiding place. I took my chance, leapt forward, dragged her into the alleyway and sunk my fangs into her neck. Once I had my fill I got up, retracted my fangs and swiped my tongue across the bite marks on her neck (vampire saliva has healing qualities). I ran out, safe in the knowledge that she would wake up with no recollection of what had happened.
This was the worst part of my curse, even the non-aging is better than this. I couldn't stand hurting people before this happened, I know they don't feel it but the look in their eyes before they black out (and forget everything) I know it's not pain, fear, it's not even anger, those I could handle but it's pity, pity and sorrow and it's directed at me. They could all see the monster I've become.
Damn that Jet, he and Mercedes tricked me into their lair, if it wasn't for him I would still be human, with a beating heart and breath filled lungs. I would be able to quench my thirst, without having to prey on innocent humans. I would be able to eat, without trying to snack on one of my friends. And most importantly I would be able help live out James' dream with him, without having the dangers of anyone finding out that I can't age, without having to restrain myself from drinking their life lines every time they sweat and let off their sweet pheromones, especially James, he was so close, yet I couldn't be near him, in case I hurt him and the fact that I knew that James had a crush on me just made it worse.
Oh yeah, there was also the stunt with my teeth on TV at the Halloween concert, at least I was able to play it off as a stage stunt. Funny thing is though is that I heard a group of people after the concert saying how they couldn't believe that anyone fell for it; they said that they didn't even look like real fangs. They were the ones who were screaming the loudest though, so I don't know how that works.
I know it's short but you try making an original board game about the bloody seven ancient wonders of the world, I hate History. Till next time peoples of the fanfiction world.
