When she finally made it to the address Kendall had texted her, her mind was already busy trying to think of how to best control the situation. How much did she really want to tell him? Not enough to get her killed, certainly, but maybe - if she told him she knew the vampire responsible, knew how to corner it and kill before it did more damage, that might get him to let his guard down. Of course with that came making up a story with how she knew this vampire, and because she still had the scars from when she was turned, maybe she could make it convincing.

Buzzing the doorbell to be let in, she was startled slightly by the voicebox next to the buzzer, because although it'd said 'come in' she couldn't see who the voice had belonged to.

Opening the door and heading up the stairs leading to his apartment, she wasn't surprised to see Carlos walking down towards her.

"Hey, I heard what happened to his sister, that's terrible. This city's worse than Chicago I guess." she started, turning so he could walk past her.

"She's okay though, that's what matters. I'm more worried about him, he's just - I've never seen him like this. Maybe it's because Katie's all he really has left. But anyways, I'm going out to meet with a friend, well, he told me you were coming and I'd hate to be an extra in the room during a movie or something, you know how that goes. Don't know when I'll be back, but I'll call him before I get here so you guys know to let me in."

She nodded, walking up the rest of the stairs to knock on the door, not expecting him to open it right away.

To say he was stressed was putting it lightly, because she'd never seen his hair so messed up, like he'd constantly been running his fingers through it due to nerves. She could see the exhaustion in his green eyes, and if she looked hard enough she swore there were tear tracks.

"You're really not okay." she noted, holding the bag out before she added, "But I brought food, so cheer up a bit. What happened was terrible, and to be honest - it's a long story, but I know what you're going through."

He nodded, taking the bag and turning around to walk into the kitchen before he noticed she hadn't moved, just stood by the open door.

"It's open." he stated, setting the food down on the table before turning to look at her.

"I know, I just like holding to traditional manners, y'know? Don't like randomly walking into someone's house without them being okay with it, man, this one time my sister's best friend just walked in one day and went for our fridge and raided it, oh I wanted to kill her after I found out she'd eaten the rest of the nutella cheescake I'd made. So it's little things like that I like to avoid."

He laughed, although something in the back of his mind was warning him that his intuition wasn't wrong about the whole vampire thing from the coffeeshop.

"Well alright, come in then. Usually you don't see people as young as you adhering to manners like that, if you do, you're really-"

"An old soul?" she tried as he opened the food and container it'd been put into, the smell of steak fries immediately making him realize how hungry he really was.

"Something like that. Well, while I eat, why don't you look for a movie?"

Looking around, she noticed a keurig on the counter.

"I will but - do you mind if I use your keurig and see what Kcups you have? I just have this thing where I like to drink tea every day and I forgot to make some this morning."

He nodded.

When Kendall had finished eating the burger Riley had gotten him and she'd made a mug of twinings green tea, the two sat on his couch and started looking for a movie.

"I feel really bad about what happened today, I know what that's like." she started, turning to look at him, already set on making the plan work. In truth, the only reason she'd even agreed to dinner was because she wanted to try to sleep with him, if only for the sense of danger that was her being a vampire and he a hunter. Knowing it was wrong in the first place, she knew James wouldn't be coherent enough to care the same night - given that he'd gone after Katie, he probably was busy wallowing in self pity and trying to forget what he was.

"You can't possibly-" he countered, before she launched into the story she'd came up with.

"When I was younger I found my sister passed out beneath the bleachers at a baseball game we'd gone to, puncture marks and everything, she'd bled out, there was nothing we could do and no-one had noticed a thing in the meantime. That's what led me to hunting, see, our parents had died when I was 19, and I'd taken care of her ever since. I know how scary it is to think you're going to lose the only person close to you."

"But Katie's not the only person close to-"

She shook her head with a smile.

"I ran into Carlos on the way up here, he said you're freaked out because she's the only thing you've got left. We have more in common than you think, Kendall. Except I've already lost everything."

She was surprised at how much emotion she'd managed to throw into her voice, if she blinked hard enough, she could probably bring back the old cry-on-cue and really make it something.

He set the remote down as the opening scene of Dead Poet's Society began to play.

"Oh come on, you haven't lost everything, there's got to be something you've got left!"

She shrugged, wondering if and when she could get away with putting her head on his shoulder.

"Besides this routine in between hunts? Trust me, there's not much besides technology - blogging can and will take over your life if you let it."

"Don't you miss human interaction? Don't tell me you're one of those girls that locks themselves in their rooms idolizing over bands and old movies..."

She smiled, feeling the 'yes' that was tugging at her to move closer to him.

"I'm not. My walls are covered with old hunting news and that kind of stuff. It's been forever since I've had human interaction like this, last time was a hunt out in my hometown in a coffee shop, guess that's usually how I meet people. Falling in love at coffeeshop, geez, Carlos sure got it right."

He tried to ignore how the tone of her voice had changed, how her blue eyes had gone slightly glassy, indicating possible tears later on.

Before he realized what was happening, she had leaned in and kissed him lightly. Too shocked to react, Kendall closed his eyes before the thought crossed his mind – if this girl really was concerned about what happened to Katie and genuinely was trying to comfort him, she probably wouldn't be doing this.

When she pulled back, smiling sheepishly, avoiding his eyes and focusing on the screen.

As much as Kendall didn't want to do what he was going to, he knew it was something that had to be done.

"Look, Riley – I get you're missing human interaction and all that, but – I'm really under a lot of stress right now," he started before he was interrupted by her more-than-suggestive purr, "Which is exactly why you need to relax."

No. That was the last straw, and with that (on top of everything that had happened earlier), his emotions weren't going to be messed with anymore.

"I actually think it's better if you went home tonight." He finally said, trying not to sound as betrayed and angry as he felt.

"You sure you'll be-" she asked as she got up, looking over him with an 'are-you-sure' expression plastered to her face.

"I'm fine. I deal with stress easier if I'm alone. Just go, I'm okay." He repeated, motioning towards the door.

"Well, if you change your mind? You can call me if you wa-"

"I said Just. Go."

Riley tried not to grin at the tone he was using, to think it almost reminded her of the old days back when she'd bug William in his office while he was working – it really surprised her to draw the comparison.

"Goodnight then; Kendall. For your sake I hope the hunts are easy for a bit after this – you need downtime."

He nodded as she walked out the door to his apartment and shut it behind her, and when he finally heard her footsteps fading, he sat back down on the couch and put his hands in his hands.

How had this single hunt spiraled out of control so quickly?

"James? You okay? You don't sound so good."

"Logan, I did something bad today, something awful."

"James, what happened?"

"Can you just come over? Please? I need someone to talk to."

Logan glanced at Camille and Carlos. "Sure James, I'll be right over."

He hung up the phone. A few seconds later, his phone buzzed with an address.

"What's up?" Carlos asked.

"That was James. Apparently, he did something and needs to talk about it. You guys feel like taking a small side trip?"

Carlos and Camille looked at each other, but nodded nonetheless. Logan was able to use his phone to pull up a map and thankfully, the address was within walking distance. In a few moments, they arrived a small hotel, not unlike the one that Logan and Camille were staying at. The three of them walked and found the room where James was staying. Logan knocked on the door and from the other side, he could hear the sound of shuffling as someone approached the door. James opened the door and ushered the three of them in. He didn't even seem remotely surprised to see Carlos.

As soon as everyone walked in the room, they all noticed how messy it was. It was like a tornado had rolled through. Things were all in disarray and there were several broken glasses laying on the floor as well as a broken closet mirror. James himself didn't look much better. He looked like he had been crying and Logan could see scars on his fist where he had most likely punched the mirror in anger.

"James, what happened?" Logan asked as James sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I did something bad," he replied, his voice hoarse.

"How bad are we talking?"

"Something horrible. I hurt someone today that didn't even deserve it."

"James, it's okay. You can tell us," Camille said, putting her hand on his shoulder. Carlos stood by, unsure of what to do.

James took a deep breath. "It was Katie. I attacked Katie tonight."

It was silent for a moment before the entire room erupted in anger.

"You?! You're the one who attacked Katie?!" Carlos asked incredulously.

"What the fuck, man?! Why would you do something like that?" Logan asked, standing up.

James looked up at him, a sad look on his face. "Because I'm weak. Ever since I was turned into a vampire, I've become a slave to the hunger. I thought I had it under control, but in the end, it always comes back to that primal urge, that need to kill. I'm so sorry, guys."

"Sorry?! You're sorry?! I'll give you something to be sorry about!" Camille exclaimed, raising her wand.

"Do you really think that saying apologizing is going to make things any better?! Right now, Katie is laying in a hospital bed, fighting for her life, and all you can say is, you're sorry?! I can't believe you, man!" Carlos yelled.

It surprised everyone to hear Carlos raise his voice. He was normally pretty easygoing and never really got angry.

"I really mean it. I feel so bad about what I've done. I would take it back if I could, but…" James said, his voice trailing off.

"But you can't now, can you? Let me ask you something, James. You might feel bad, but how do you think Kendall felt? Huh?! How do you think he felt, standing in the emergency room, watching the doctors do everything they could do save his sister's life? How do you think he felt when he went through the EXACT same thing with Jo almost a year ago and then had to see the same thing happen to his little sister? Well?!" Carlos demanded.

James was truly at a loss for words. He was feeling so many different emotions right now. Anger, sadness, frustration. He didn't know what to do. Before he could say anything else, the door to the room opened and Riley stepped inside, stumbling slightly. James groaned internally. She was the absolute last person that he wanted to see right now.

"Hhhhiiiiii, what's going on, hey? Party here or what?" she asked, still giggling, setting her coat on the table.

She walked towards James, bitchface apparant as she looked over his knuckles, silently laughing at him once again punching mirrors.

"Oh honey, what'd that poor poor mirror do to ya? And ne'vemindin' the broken glass an' comp, you couldn'ta stayed home? Had to run off an' book a room to throw a fit in?"

As she walked past Logan, there was a familiar scent lingering about her. Logan recognized it almost immediately.

"It's nothing. We were just having a conversation, and I didn't want to mess up your vanity again," he replied, avoiding her gaze.

She leaned in and tried to kiss him and was surprised when he turned away.

"Babe, what's gotten into you?"

He almost glared up at her. "I think you of all people should know what's wrong."

"Aww, poor baby, are you feelin' bad after attackin' that girl? Don't worry, the guilt'll fade with age - not that shots don't help," she said, stroking his cheek affectionately, her other hand running a thumb across his knuckles.

Carlos, Logan, and Camille all exchanged glances.

"How did you know that he attacked anyone?" Carlos asked, choosing his words carefully.

"Nevermind that, are you drunk?" Logan wondered.

"Explains the southern twang in her speech and the incessant giggling," Camille added.

Riley smiled at them. "Isn't it obvious? I'm the one who planted the idea in his head in the first place! An' no I'm not drunk...kinda tipsy, s'all. Tequila does that."