The Hunter & the Hunted

Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush or Joss Whedon's Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Warning: The story will at some point contain violence, and suggestively descriptive sexual content.

A/N: Aww, YAY! I'm glad you guys like the story so far! I've gotten some really sweet responses. I'm sorry I'm one of those writers that gets depressed easily and loses my inspiration.

I had this nagging idea for the longest time, and it's kinda what got me my inspiration back. So like I said I plan on writing this story alongside We Can Rule the World. Thanks to 0verdramatic, BlueberryNinja, EveryDayImBTRushering, Meli666, , hwoodward, whitewolf1992, mandie1511, Samantha Maslow17, LoriEchelon, Kendall's Ninja, Chey21, CUTE CARGAN LOVE, Anime-tv-manga-books, Layra, UnapologeticallySpeaking, ValentineZombie, hwoodward, simpLEEreading, xScreamingFromBehindTheVeilx, and itsallguchicauseyolo for your reviews, favs and follows! I think I missed a few, and I apologize, but it's been so long it was hard to keep track!

Don't Judge a Book By Its Cover

"Son of a bitch," Kendall muttered under his breath, as he rushed forward to tend to his young roommate. He wasn't sure how he expected Carlos to react. He supposed fainting was a pretty acceptable response. When Kendall had first found out about vampires, he just laughed it off until he fought his first one, and then nearly hyperventilated in fear.

The blond gently adjusted Carlos on the sofa into a comfortable position, checked to make sure he was breathing, and went to the hall closet to retrieve a blanket. He draped the soft blue quilt over the Latino, then went to the kitchen and opened the liquor cabinet. Kendall grabbed a half full bottle of scotch, grabbed a glass, and poured the golden liquid filling the glass half-way. This night had become far more complicated than he initially planned. Quickly, he downed the drink, and filled the glass again. As he raised the drink to his lips once more, a soft groan from the living room signaled Carlos regaining consciousness.

Kendall rushed to his young roommate's side, silently thankful Carlos was only out of it for a brief moment.

"Uufh," Carlos moaned sitting up slowly. His eyes looked at the glass in Kendall's hand and snatched it out of the blond's grasp. Kendall's brow raised as Carlos quickly chugged the near full glass of scotch.

"You alright, buddy?" Kendall asked with caution in his voice. The Latino began a slow nod yes, but then shook his head vigorously. He was most certainly not okay.

"Vampires?"

"Yeah," Kendall nodded sheepishly, half expecting Carlos to faint again.

"Freakin' Vampires?! Holy SHIT!" Carlos was shaking slightly, clutching his hair that he had let grow longer than normal for the play. "How – what – did… you killed one of them?" The younger looked to his roommate seeking confirmation. He hadn't dreamt that right? One of the guys that attacked him had turned to dust in front of him… didn't he?

"Yes. I…There's a lot that I should explain," Kendall struggled with his voice.

"Cha! Ya think?"

"Yeah. Those three men that attacked you were vampires. I killed one of them by staking him. I've fought vampires since I was nineteen."

"Three years?"

Kendall let out a short laugh, "No six. I lied to you about my age. I'm twenty-five."

"What? No way. You barely look twenty-one. You still get carded when you buy beer at the grocery store."

"That's because I haven't aged a day since I was nineteen. I'm… I'm The Hunter. I was chosen when I was nineteen by an ancient council to fight vampires and other supernatural creatures. The Hunter has been around since before recorded history. Every generation a young man or woman is chosen and given supernatural strength and abilities to help them fight. We're also granted immortality…"

"Whoa…" Carlos sat stunned for a moment, "So you can't die?"

"No I can. If a Vamp gets the better of me then I could die just like anyone else, but I do tend to heal a lot quicker than normal people and I won't age, until the day I'm killed."

"I think I need to sit down now."

"You are sitting down 'Los."

"Am I?" Carlos looked at the sofa, "Oh good for me," his voice shook, "So wait, vampires are real. Does that mean werewolves are real too?" He asked with a mixture of excitement and fear in his voice.

"Yeah. I've met a few. But werewolves are more like shape shifters. They don't hunt humans, since they don't need to kill to survive. They usually shift the nights before, on, and after a full moon, but some change whenever they want. Most of the time, they are able to remember their human side, except when they're newly turned. They like to live in packs for protection. There are a few rogue mortal hunters who get a kick out of slaughtering Weres. I've never had to kill a werewolf luckily.

There was a new made Were, when I first found out I was the Hunter, who was killing livestock around town. But his Alpha, a young guy I think Hale was his last name, assured me the Beta was under control. The next full moon there wasn't any problem."

"Could I meet a werewolf?" Carlos asked a little too eager for Kendall's taste. He couldn't help but roll his eyes, knowing Carlos' obsession with the Twilight books. Maybe that explained his instant attraction to Logan.

"Probably not. That pack was the only one I ever met, and they moved up to Canada not long after that. A lot of packs live there or in the North western states. More wooded areas make it easier for the weaker wolves to transform without raising a lot of attention."

"Oh…"

"By the way, demons, shape shifters, witches, zombies, ghouls, ghosts, and flesh-eating monsters exist too. Oh and evil clowns."

"I knew it," Carlos said almost in a whisper. He seemed to be taking this fairly well considering. "I know you might punch me for saying this, but all of this sounds exactly like those books by Hunter Templar. I wouldn't believe you if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes."

Kendall chuckled softly, and Carlos looked at him curiously. "Well," the blond said, "therein lies another explanation. You know how Hunter Templar is his pen name right?"

Carlos nodded.

"I'm the author of those books."

There was a brief pause while Carlos absorbed this new information, and his eyes got bigger than Kendall thought humanly possible,

"What? OH MY GOD KENDALL I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN!"

"Hah, Okay Litos don't go all fanboy on me now!" the blond choked out and managed to pull himself from the youngers grasp.

"Sorry," Carlos looked sheepish, "I'm just… this is a lot to take in."

"I know. But... Now that you know the truth, you've got a lot to learn," Kendall rose to his feet and gestured for Carlos to follow him. The two of them then made their way to Kendall's bedroom as he spoke, "First off, Vampires can be killed by decapitation, a stake through the heart, or sunlight. Sunlight makes them burst into flame, not sparkle!"

"Edward doesn't 'sparkle'… he shimmers…" Carlos mumbled, as they crossed the threshold of the olders room. The walls painted gray and several bookshelves made home in the room. A guitar rested on its stand in the corner, and posters of various metal bands decorated the dark walls.

Kendall rolled his eyes, "They can be warded off by holy water, garlic and a crucifix, but older more powerful ones, it just sort of weakens them," he fumbled through his drawer before pulling out a cross on a silver chain. The blond extended the necklace to Carlos, and the youngers eyes grew wide at the gift.

"Wear that at ALL times!" Kendall said, "You need to be protected since those vamps have your scent now. Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure they won't be the last of our problems. Here," he tossed a stake to his friend as well. "Best keep that in your book bag, just in case. I don't want you fighting any vamps. If you see any run back here as fast as you can, but that's if you get cornered."

"Why would I lead them back to the apartment? What if they come get us while we're asleep?"

"Vampires can't enter a home without permission. That's why I always said never let anyone in that says they know me. They could be a vampire that knows I'm the Hunter."

Carlos was shaking now. Kendall saw the fear creeping back into his eyes, and pulled him into a hug, "Don't worry. I would never let anything happen to you. I'm gonna go back out tonight and see if I can track those two vamps down and finish them off. If you run into trouble, call or text me and I'll be there as fast as I can!"

Carlos nodded wrapping his arms around Kendall, clutching the stake and silver cross in his hands. Never in his wildest dreams did Carlos ever imagine monsters were real. Not only were they real, they were not glamorous or alluring like in all the books he had read. The closest of course had been Kendall's books. He swallowed his fear, pulled back from his roommates hold, and looked him square in the eyes, "Be careful! I don't know what I'd do without you."

Kendall crouched to the ground observing the pile of ash. He had returned to the spot where Carlos was attacked after making sure the young boy was asleep. Now, he was hoping to pick up a trail of the other two vampires. He knew it wasn't a good idea to let them go. They obviously knew now that Kendall wasn't a normal human. If word got out that the Hunter was in town, the place would be swarming with vampires all trying to get their claim to fame by killing him. His stomach turned nervously at the thought. It was his duty to protect the people of this town.

It was obvious the three of them had only been out for an easy meal. They seemed newly turned. Definitely less than a year. Vamps like that often made stupid choices, like hunting near their nest. It made them much easier to find that way.

"I tracked the two that got away," a familiar voice spoke and shook Kendall out of his gaze. He jumped to his feet and held his wooden stake tight in his fist, ready for an attack. But he immediately relaxed when James stepped out of the shadows and into the waning moonlight.

"Oh," Kendall huffed annoyed, "it's you again. Don't you have something better to do than be all mysterious and annoying?"

"So you don't want help finding their nest?" James chuckled lowly, and Kendall couldn't help the way his heart skipped a beat at the sound.

"Who says I need your help?"

"Is part of training to become the Hunter learning how to become a stubborn ass?"

"Nope. I'm just special," Kendall replied crossing his arms. James smirked.

"Yeah, I guess you are."

The two stood in the dark alley for a moment, just observing the other. Kendall was intrigued by this stranger. He seemed to know something. Something valuable. But he didn't know that he could trust him. His gut was telling him two different things. The first was not to trust James and to keep his distance. The second… was to ride this sexy arrogant jerk until the sun came up.

"Okay, fine. I could use a hand. You said you tracked them back to their nest?"

James' eyes lit up and Kendall looked away, "I did," James spoke with some excitement, "There's only the two of them. I think they're new in town. Just a few days. They've shacked up in an abandoned house about a mile away."

Kendall nodded in acknowledgement, "Right, let's walk. My bike will make too much noise, and I would love it if we could keep the element of surprise as long as possible."

He led the older man out of the ally, and turned the corner where he parked his bike to make sure it was in a safe place. James let out a low whistle when he saw the beautiful machine.

"Nice motorcycle. It the z1000?" James asked as he leaned over to delicately finger the handlebars.

Kendall simply nodded, "Yeah, and I've got a '69 Impala back at my place."

James let out sound of approval while his gaze peered over Kendall head to toe, "Definitely sexier than the last Hunter I knew."

Kendall cleared his throat and was thankful of the dark cover of night that hid the blush creeping up his neck and face, "You gonna show me the way, or we gonna talk the wonder of automobiles all night?"

James straightened with a smirk decorating his lips. The Hunter couldn't help but notice they seemed rather nice. Full. Plump. The kind of lips when you bit them they just…

"Always in so eager," James quickly closed the distance between them, and allowed his hands to rest on Kendall's hips, "wonder what other things you're eager about?"

Kendall blushed furiously, and smacked the brunette's cold hands away. He really should not be attracted to this guy.

"You gonna show me the nest, or do I have to find it by myself?"

James leaned in quickly and placed a chaste kiss to the blonde's cheek. His lips were colder than Kendall had imagined, but he attributed that to the crisp night air. "Don't worry so much blondie," James chuckled.

Kendall opened his mouth to reprimand the stranger over his nickname, but was silenced when James took his hand and led him down the path. The only thought crossing the blonde's mind at the point was how incredibly fucked he was.

He wanted James bad, and Kendall always got what he wanted.