Chapter 4
A good two weeks had passed since the tragedies had happened…and almost no one seemed to remember a thing. It was as if Syrus was never even touched, let alone killed. He did look a bit paler that normal, but his brother Zane, who did remember, was just glad to have his little brother back. Leon simply said not to worry; the spell inflicted upon the school was merely suppressing the fact that he had passed on. And of course, there was the issue of love…it was a quiet night after they had both fed well. The cat demon Jaden lay down on the luscious grass under the full moon.
"That brothel had some nice dinner, eh, Syrus?" he asked as he took a nice long breath. Syrus sat down by his side and merely nodded. He gently put his hand on his. "J…remember what I said back when I was 'born'?" he said under his breath, an even blush ran across his face.
Jaden smiled as he agreed. "You better believe I do…" He quietly motioned for him to lie down with him. The smaller boy agreed mutely and gently fell on his friend's chest. He could hear that wonderful heart of his beat strongly again.
"Sy, you're cold." he heard Jaden whisper as he felt his arm hold him close.
"I'll always be cold..."the child-killer whispered back, tears filling up in his eyes.
He drew up some courage to say, "Jaden, I…"but he closed his mouth and smiled…Feeding always made his friend sleepy. He rose and touched his face, thinking, "I want you to feed off me…not some whore or rat from the street. Just me." He mustered up some more courage and laid a quick peck on his lips. He then fell on him again, whispering sweet nothings to soothe his demon lover's dreams; since he really need not sleep anymore…he was still dead.

Jaden woke up with a start the next day. He quickly realized he was in his dorm room because of Chumley's distinctive odor of grilled cheeseburgers. He looked at his hands; they were still clawed. Right next to him slept his beloved vampire peacefully. As he removed some stray hairs from that eternally childish face, he thought about his new life and how it came to be…

All he could remember was jumping to his death for his friend's freedom. He could still remember how he closed his eyes for one last time. He remembered how it felt to die. But at the same time…he knew from the bottom of his heart that he would do it all over again, if just to save Syrus from his retched fate. But now, at least, they shared an equal curse…He had been "reborn" as a cat demon…and a very strong one at that. His senses heightened, he could smell prey or trouble before seeing it. He needed to feed every once in a while of the human flesh, but that was avoidable at times. Sometimes, the hunger would be too much that he would bite himself to keep at bay. Blood would stain his lips every other night, his hands dripping of it, someone's flesh clinging from his teeth. He never killed anyone, a fact he was very proud of. He merely took what he needed, a quick bite off of some limb no bigger than a wolf cub.
At the same time he was given free reign of his actions…as long as he paid the consequences. He loved brothels for that matter…no one seemed to mind a boy walk in and actually pay for the act. To say the least, ever since becoming what he was, he had been too promiscuous with females. And he knew Syrus was appalled to this…Syrus made him laugh every time he pouted and tried to ignore him by walking through the front door. He would always stop whatever he was doing and follow him. Syrus would glare at him and remain quiet as he sat down, usually with a big fat juicy rat in his hand. It was a rather stupid question why he always got mad at him…Syrus loved him.

Jaden touched the vampire's still face lovingly, as thought not to interrupt his sleep.
Without meaning to at all, he whispered audibly, "I don't know if I can really love someone at all, Sy…I just don't know…"
Syrus whimpered and woke up. He quickly turned his face to not let his tears be shown and whispered back,
"Then what we live in is a lie?"
Jaden cupped his face with both hands, giving total surrender to him. He noticed the tears and began to wipe them with his thumb.
"I don't know what love is…is it an emotion, a want, a need?"
Syrus slipped a gentle kiss on his lips and said in a childish, but sensuous manner,

"It's all three and more…Jaden, I loved you since the first day we met."
"Then how did you know?" Jaden asked as he ran his hands down his back, drawing sighs and groans.
"I knew because I wanted to be with you…"he whispered as he slipped his shirt off.
"I wanted to touch you…" he continued, drawing closer to his beloved, interlocking their hands.

"I wanted to kiss you…" he added, placing kisses on his lips, his forehead, his navel and his shirted chest. Jaden trembled at this much emotion. He could feel his blood boil and his inner body burn. He blushed heavily and pushed Syrus onto the mattress. Just as he reached to kiss him back, the door opened…and a very shocked Zane stood in the doorway. Both boys stared at the older one, fear and passion running through their half naked bodies.

"If you guys are going to do the nasty…please leave a warning for others to see…Syrus, I want to talk to you…NOW." Zane said and closed the door with a loud angry bang. Both boys stared at each other and began to laugh.
"Holy shit, your brother wants my head!" Jaden roared between laughs.
"I think so too! I mean did you see the look on his face?" Syrus giggled as he hugged Jaden, and hid his face to prevent a fit of laughter. "Go, before he gets angrier at both of us," he whispered as he left one more kiss on his beloved's lips.