A/N: So, what did you all think of "Big Time Beach Party"? I liked it. Overall, I think season two has been better than season one. I honestly don't know who was the star of "Big Time Beach Party" because I liked all of the individual plots. Maybe it's just me, but I'm starting to notice the start of a trend; it seems like two of the four BTR guys interact with one another, but the other two have their own individual storylines and little to no interaction with the others. In "Big Time Crush," Kendall and Carlos had scenes together while James and Logan each were doing their own thing. In "Big Time Beach Party," Carlos and Logan had scenes together while Kendall and James each were doing their own thing. Oh, and the actor who plays Tad is actually Kendall's brother in real life. He was also in Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squeakuel and a…soap opera…I recognized him from. I can't believe I just admitted that…You probably already knew this, but I knew the actor who plays Tad looked familiar…

Disclaimer: I still own nothing.

My Best Friend Is a Vampire

Slipup

Stephanie's POV

"Hey Steph, did you take the garbage out?" my dad asked.

"Not yet. I kind of forgot. I'll do it now," I replied.

Truth be told, I haven't been thinking too clearly as of late. I hadn't heard from Carlos in a really long time. I didn't know what was going on. I was pretty sure I was no longer in the loop. I've seen him around The Palm Woods, but it was like he went back to forgetting about me or something. He never spoke to me. He didn't even acknowledge my existence. What was that about? Did he know something? If so, what was he hiding? And why did he feel like he couldn't tell me?

With the bag of trash slung over my shoulder, I was behind the hotel by the dumpster. A shiver coursed through my body. It was much cooler outside than I thought it would be. It was weird. Maybe I was just paranoid, but I had the feeling like somebody was watching me. I turned around, and scanned my surroundings. I didn't see or hear anyone else. I shrugged my shoulders and wrote it off as my mind playing tricks on me.

With one hand, I held the lid of the dumpster open, and with one big heave, I deposited the trash into the dumpster. I closed the lid, and turned around. I let out a startled gasp when I found myself face-to-face with Logan.

"Logan! You scared me!" I exclaimed, holding a hand over my racing heart.

I didn't know how to explain it, but Logan looked…different. Maybe it was just the way the moonlight made him look paler than normal. Maybe it was just because I hadn't seen him in such a long time that I forgot what was…normal…for him. Or…maybe my mind was still playing tricks on me.

"Stephanie, help me. Please help me," Logan said, desperation in his voice.

He sounded so sad. He sounded so…panicked. I didn't know what to make of his strange behavior or his even stranger request. I wasn't even sure how Logan wanted me to help him. At that moment in time, I didn't see him as someone I was mad at, but as a friend who needed my assistance.

"What is it? What's wrong?" I asked.

"You mean Carlos hasn't told you?" he responded.

"Told me what?"

"About…what…I am."

I arched my eyebrows in confusion. What did he even mean by that? A part of me just wanted to walk away; Logan was acting really weird tonight. However, the rest of me was curious about what Logan was getting at. I took a deep breath before continuing.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I'm a vampire, Stephanie," Logan said.

I laughed in response.

"Right…just like you left town, which you obviously haven't done since I'm talking to you now," I commented. "Anymore, I'm having a hard time believing anything you say."

"I thought you should know before I…" Logan stated, trailing off.

"Before you what?"

Logan tore his gaze away from mine, and started massaging his temples. Something was clearly bothering him. He seemed so uncomfortable around me for some reason. Even though he was standing in front of me, he angled his body so that it wasn't in line with mine.

"Stephanie, you need to go home! Now!" Logan ordered.

Now I knew that something was definitely off. Logan was never authoritative like this; it was verging on authoritarian. My brain, my common sense was telling me to listen to Logan. However, his plea from earlier kept playing itself over and over again in my head. "Stephanie, help me. Please help me." I couldn't in good conscience turn my back on a friend in need; even if I wasn't sure what exactly he needed from me.

"Okay. Logan, you're really starting to freak me out now. What's wrong?" I asked.

"I want to kill you. So bad. Only I can't. Carlos will be really mad at me. Plus, I don't want to be like…him. But it's so hard. You smell so good. The aroma of your blood is mouthwatering to me," Logan said.

I backed up a few steps in horror. Did Logan just say what I thought he said? Did he just say that he wanted to…kill…me? A chill traveled up and down my spine. The funny thing was that as much as I wanted to dismiss what he was saying as a joke, I actually believed what he was saying; every single word of it.

Logan held a pale, slender finger to his lips.

"Whatever you do, don't scream," he stated.

I had a million questions, but I couldn't make enough sense of any of them so that I could ask them. The hairs on the nape of my neck stood on end, and I was all too aware of the goose bumps on my forearms.

"If I do this, if I drink your blood, maybe it will stop the burning in my throat. Then again, what if upon getting my first taste, it sends me into a frenzy? What if I go on a killing spree? What if I can't stop myself?" Logan asked, speaking more to himself than to me.

"Logan, you're not going to kill me or anyone. This isn't you. Think of Carlos. Remember what you said earlier? If you hurt me, it will only upset Carlos," I said, trying to reason with him and save my hide at the same time.

Logan looked over at me, but I noticed that he wasn't looking into my eyes. He was looking in my general direction. I wondered what was up with that.

"Believe me. I know. You and Carlos have become quite close," he remarked.

"Not anymore," I said under my breath.

"What do you mean?"

I was surprised that Logan even heard what I said. I said it under my breath. I thought I said it much too softly for him to hear. Apparently not.

"If what you said was true, then Carlos would have told me about you by now. But he didn't. I had to hear it from you. Carlos and I haven't spoken in days. I don't know what's going on. Did I do something to upset Carlos? Is he mad at me for some reason?" I mused.

"My best friend is a vampire doesn't exactly roll off the tongue," Logan commented.

"Even so, if Carlos and I are as close as you think we are, then he shouldn't be keeping secrets from me!"

The next thing I knew I felt this sharp pain in my neck. It took me a bit to realize what was happening; Logan bit me. I heard this sucking noise as his lips were pressed against the skin of my throat as he greedily drank my blood. I could feel myself start to get weaker. My body seemed to go limp. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and everything went black.

Logan's POV

I was crouched over Stephanie's lifeless body. I had completely sucked her dry. I wiped my bloody lips with the back of my hand. The fire in my throat was put out for the time being; just in time for reality to sink in. What have I done? I grabbed a prone Stephanie by the shoulders and shook her.

"Stephanie, wake up! Please wake up!" I begged.

She wasn't moving. She was completely still. There was no color to her skin at all. No, no, no! This couldn't be happening! Not this way! Why didn't she listen to me when I told her to leave? Why couldn't I control myself? Whatever happened to me not wanting to be like Vincent?

I had an idea. I wasn't even sure if it would even work, but it was worth a shot. I racked my brain trying to remember how exactly Vincent had turned me. Maybe I could turn Stephanie. Maybe that was the only way to save her. I tore into my wrist with my teeth. A steady stream of blood gushed out from the newly acquired flesh wound.

I held my bleeding wrist against Stephanie's lips, but then I quickly realized the flaw in my plan; Stephanie couldn't drink my blood because she was already dead. However, that didn't stop me from trying though. I smeared my blood all over her lips futilely.

"Logan," I heard someone say.

I turned around and saw Vincent. Unless I was mistaken, he had a sympathetic look on his face. Where had he been? Why didn't he stop me? If only he got here sooner. Wait a second. Why was I blaming Vincent? He's not the one who killed Stephanie; I was.

"Look Logan, I know you told me that you didn't want my help, but hopefully now you realize that you do need my help," Vincent said.

My fist very nearly connected with his skull. I was furious with Vincent. All thoughts of Stephanie's tragic death at my hands were forgotten as the only thing on my mind now was how angry I was.

"You let this happen?" I asked incredulously. "You knew that Stephanie was going to die yet you did nothing?"

"It's no big loss," Vincent replied.

"No big loss? Stephanie is my friend! Or rather…was!"

I continued to swing wildly with lefts and rights. Vincent always seemed to be one move ahead of me. I was starting to get more and more frustrated with each and every miss.

"You were bound to kill someone eventually, Logan. Who you killed is of no consequence," Vincent said indifferently.

"No consequence? If Carlos ever finds out, he'll hate me!" I exclaimed.

"So what? Carlos is a human. If you don't like his hatred of you, there's a way to remedy that; Kill him. It's better that way really. Humans and vampires can't be best friends any more than wolves and lambs or lions and zebras. It goes against the laws of nature."

"I'm not going to kill Carlos! He's my best friend!"

"Stephanie was your friend too! Some good that did her…"

His last remark was uncalled for. I changed my tactic and instead went straight for the jugular with my teeth. They closed on nothing though. Vincent was much too quick and experienced for me.

"Will you leave me alone already?" I shouted. "I'm not going anywhere with you! I don't want your company! I don't need your company!"

"What are you going to do with the body?" he asked.

"I'll figure it out."

"Where will you go?"

"I'll figure it out."

"What are you going to do when it's light outside?"

"I'll figure it out."

For the life of me, I couldn't figure out why Vincent wouldn't just shut up and go away! If his idea of helping me involved him sitting back and watching, then I didn't need his help. I foolishly thought he could teach me how to control myself. How could he condone what I did to Stephanie? I was a murderer now.

"Here's some advice Logan; if you really care about your friends, then you need to set them free. You need to let them go. They're not safe around you. The best thing you can do for everyone you care about is to leave town. You're not alone though. You have me. We vampires need to stick together," Vincent said.

He disappeared in the shadows. I turned my attention back to the dead body at my feet. I stared intently at her. I guess I thought that at any moment she would come back to life or something.

"I'm sorry, Stephanie. I'm so sorry," I said.

A/N: Yeah, um…so someone asked me about Stephanie making an appearance again. The moral of the story is be careful what you ask for because you just might get it…just not the way you wanted it. Anyways, so the final round of the story idea poll competition is underway. It's time for the ultimate showdown: "No Way Out" versus "A Different Kind of Kogan." I had a feeling it would come down to these two in the end. You have a week from this date to vote, so go to the poll on my profile page and let your voice be heard; this is your last chance.