"What?" Kendall stood up, staring at James. "You can't be serious."

"I am," James said shakily.

"Why?" Kendall demanded, sitting next to him.

"I . . . can't explain why. Please, Kendall."

Kendall didn't say anything. James felt frustration growing inside him. "Why are you so against changing me?"

"I never said I was!" Kendall snapped. "It's just, once I change you there's no going back. There have been so many people who've asked to become vampires. They think they're ready, but they're not. James, after a couple of days half of them can't take it anymore and they just stake themselves, or they let themselves starve to death. I don't want that to happen to you!"

I took his hand and squeezed it reassuringly. "I'm sure about this. And if you don't do it, I'll find someone else. And they might kill me."

Kendall clenched his jaw. "Ok. What about Gran?"

"It's my choice, not hers. And . . . she was gonna die before me anyway."

"I guess so." Kendall took a deep breath. "Ok. Do you want to start now?"

"Uh . . . alright, why not?" Might as well get it done as soon as possible. "We have at least twenty minutes before dinner."

Kendall nodded. "Ok. Can you go and get me a pencil?"

"A pencil?" James raised his eyebrows. "Why?"

"Do you want to become a vampire or not? If you do, then I need a pencil!"

"Okaaayyy . . ." James got up and went to his room. He ran his hand over the desk, grabbing a hard, wooden pencil.

He went back into Kendall's room, where he was still sitting in the same place. James went over to him. "Lie down," he instructed.

James leaned back against the pillows, his heart pounding. "Why are we lying down?"

"It's easier. And either of us could get light-headed while this is going on. If you pass out for a second, wouldn't you prefer to be lying down already?"

"Point taken. I have the pencil."

"Hold onto it for now. We'll need it in a second."

Kendall leaned in closer. James felt his hot breath on his neck and suddenly panicked. Oh God, it's gonna be like when Jayne changed him, it's gonna hurt

He felt Kendall lick his throat once, then the sharpness of teeth. He closed his eyes and waited for the pain. But it didn't come.

Now James was confused. Was Kendall actually drinking his blood? All he could feel was Kendall's hands on his shoulders, his lips nuzzling his neck (which he definitely enjoyed) and a strange tugging feeling that he liked. And he could feel his mind. It was like that first night in his living room, but stronger, more intense. It was amazing.

Does this always happen when you drink someone's blood?

Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. Ever.

Oh. James hesitated before wrapping his arms around Kendall's waist, pulling him closer until there wasn't even a tiny bit of space between their bodies. James suddenly felt Kendall's mouth leave his neck. His arms moved up to Kendall's neck, trying to hold him in place. "Don't tempt me," Kendall breathed against James's neck. Kendall's voice surprised him; it sounded low and husky and . . . full of lust. "If I take too much, you're going to get hurt. I mean it, James."

"I know," I sighed removing my hands from his neck and letting him sit up. "Do you want the pencil now?"

"Yeah." James handed it to him. Kendall smirked, looking at him. "You still don't know what this is for, do you?"

"Not a clue."

To James's surprise, Kendall beckoned him to sit up. He watched as Kendall tilted his head back, like he was shaving his chin. The pencil went slash. He flinched as it drew blood and he dropped the pencil on the bed. "Ok. Your turn."

"Huh?" James looked at him, startled.

Kendall rolled his eyes. "It's blood exchange, genius. I take some of your blood, you take some of mine."

"Oh. I knew that."

"No you didn't."

James scowled at him. He cautiously leaned forward and took Kendall by the shoulders, turning the two of them around so that Kendall was now the one lying against the pillows. James bent his head down and placed his mouth on Kendall's wound. He paused, wondering what he should do. He wasn't exactly an expert when it came to drinking blood. He slowly started sucking on the wound. He was really a killer, he was drinking blood already . . . but it didn't taste like blood. James had always thought that blood tasted salty. And a little like fear, given the usual circumstances. Kendall's blood was sweet and rich; it tasted so strange and wonderful, and he wanted more of it.

He sucked harder on Kendall's neck, and was pleased when he heard a faint moan coming from the blonde. James placed his hands on the other boy's hips, lifting him up slightly so that they were pressed together again.

James . . .

James smiled against the blonde's neck as he nipped on the sensitive skin. The gasp that came from the shorter boy was enough to send James's mind reeling. He bit harder, loving the sounds that Kendall was making. He was moaning and gasping, breathing hard, and writhing underneath him.

Kendall, I . . .

Yes?

I think I might be in love with you.

He swallowed another mouthful of blood and waited for Kendall's response. He felt hands on his chest, pushing him off. James took his lips from Kendall's neck and looked at him, holding his breath.

Same here.

The voice echoed in James's head, and at first he wasn't sure if he'd heard wrong. But the look in Kendall's eyes told him that he hadn't. He grinned and smashed his lips against the blonde's. He felt Kendall's mouth open under his and he slid his tongue in. They both wrapped their arms around each other, panting into each other's mouths.

Kendall, how long will it take for me to change?

We'll need to exchange blood a couple more times before it's enough to change you. I'd say once tomorrow, and once the next day. That might be enough, but I'm not sure.

I have to say I'm completely fine with that.

"Boys! Come down if you wanna eat!"

James's eyes snapped open and he sighed. "We'd better go downstairs."

"Yeah." They both got up. James stumbled as he got off the bed, and felt Kendall grab his arm to steady him. "You ok?"

"I'm good. Thanks." They both trailed downstairs. Dinner was mostly silent, but they talked telepathically. Mostly asking each other random questions about each other.

You like hockey?

I love it! What about you?

Same. I play on my High School team.

Cool. You like High School?

It's ok. What, you don't go?

No. There's no point when you've been alive for four centuries already.

James brought his plate to the sink and put it in. He thought for a second.

What was Lily like?

Why are you asking me that?

The defensive tone caught James off guard for a second, but he was determined. I'm just curious.

There was a pause, and then he answered.

She was sweet. But she was really delicate. Like a flower.

Yeah. Didn't Jayne mention that?

She did. Anyway, she seemed like a gust of wind would knock her over, but I guess I always knew there was something else in her.

Yep, that would be her inner vampire.

Yeah.

James took out his phone and sent a quick text to Logan. We r ready. Will we meet u nd C?

He soon got a reply. Downtown warehouses. Victims mite be connected 2 our girl.

C u soon.


James looked around the dark street. They walked towards the warehouse. Since the blood exchange, James could see, hear and smell better. He could see so many things that he never would have noticed before, and smelled so many things. They got to some kind or cargo yard between two warehouses, when James heard a sound. He stopped.

"What's wrong?" Logan asked him.

"I thought I heard something." He looked around. They were standing near a corner and he'd noticed an upstairs widow near where they were standing. He suddenly spotted movement on the other side of the yard, in the shadows. "Guys, there's someone over there."

"I see him too," Carlos whispered. "Should we attack him or wait?"

"Um . . ." James heard another sound, but he didn't think about what it was. He didn't realise what was going to happen. The wooden club that came down on the side of Kendall's head was enough to help him figure it out. As he bent down and attempted to wake the lifeless boy at his feet, he heard Logan and Carlos go down too. How could this have happened so fast? He heard footsteps before a wave of pain on the back of his head. He slumped to the ground, hearing mad laughter before everything went black.

Ok girls are coming up in the next chapter! Please review!