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Chapter 13: (oh my God…)

James found himself pacing the next day, mulling over previous events. Had he really killed all those people? Uh…yeah, it was true. The news report this morning even said so. Even though the silly humans had blamed it on a prison-escapee, it still stated that all those people were dead because of him. He had promised Logan, promised Kendall, that he wouldn't commit homicide just for food. He could have avoided all of that…but how? He didn't know.

He hadn't seen the boys all day. Kendall was out shopping with his mom and sister, Logan and Carlos were on a date, and he was stuck in the apartment because his friends didn't trust him. Pssh…it was a one-time thing… James thought. But he knew that it might not be.

He rolled his eyes again and shifted them back to the news report. There, displayed on the television screen, was a blurry picture of him sucking off that drunken girl's blood. But it didn't look like a vampire; it looked like a big feline. This was totally weird, considering he never looked feline. They must have used Photoshop… He nodded to himself. James' ears perked up when he heard footsteps, specifically Carlos' footsteps, enter the hallway. And now, standing in the door, was an angry looking Carlos.

"How could you do that, James?" Carlos spat out.

"Do what? This? One-time thing, dude." James answered.

"One of those people happened to be Stephanie's sister! You killed her! Now Stephanie's distraught and there's nothing I can do about it! She's my friend and what am I supposed to say? 'Sorry! My best-friend who happens to be a vampire went on a blood killing frenzy because his boyfriend shot him!' No! Do you know how awkward and fucked up that sounds?" Carlos yelled.

"Oh my God! What's the big deal?" James complained, throwing himself back on the couch.

"She was my best gal friend! And you killed her sister!" Carlos yelled.

"So what? Her sister shouldn't have been out there being a slut anyway." James shrugged.

"What the fuck happened to you?" Carlos shouted, throwing James off the couch and into a standing position.

"Well, I don't know. Uh, killed by my boyfriend, finding out I killed so many people? The best way to deal with that is to shut off your emotions. Works like a charm." James answered snidely.

Carlos growled and threw a punch to James' face, grunting when his target ducked. The fight continued on between the two, growing harsher and tougher. Carlos was thrown into the dining room table, effectively breaking it. He grabbed one of the posts and got up again, letting James advance on him before plunging the stake into the left side of his chest.

James gasped, holding the stake and trying to pull it out but to no avail. He felt his knees give out, falling to the floor in unbearable pain. He faintly heard the door open, a gasp, a yell, and a frantic shout. He looked up with blurry vision to see Kendall, gently prying his fingers off the wooden piece and replacing them with his own. Kendall pulled harshly, getting the wood out but having to hear James scream in agony. He could hear Logan reprimanding Carlos in the background, but all he could focus on was Kendall, who was gripping his hand.

"Sleep, James. You'll heel faster." Kendall whispered, to which James just nodded and let the blackness overcome his vision.

When he woke, he could feel the bandages around his chest and the undeniable pain by his dead heart. His own breathing was ragged and haggard, coming in pants and gasps. He felt someone move beside him, gripping his hand tightly. James looked over and saw Kendall, looking peaceful as ever as he slept; gripping James' hand like there was no tomorrow. The pretty boy saw the blonde wake, opening his eyes slowly before yawning.

"Morning." Kendall muttered, known for not being a morning person.

"Good morning, Kendall." James whispered, placing a kiss on Kendall's forehead.

Kendall scowled at the wince James produced when he had leaned back down. "How's the wound?"

"Hurts. But it's healing." James said, smiling at Kendall's gentleness.

"Logan said it was below the heart, so you're not gonna die on me." Kendall said, smirking.

James rolled his eyes and winced again. "Still hurts, though."

Kendall bit his lip and asked, "Then can I try something?"

James looked at him questioningly but slowly nodded, watching as Kendall put his hand to James' wound. The blonde's hand lit up blue, and warmed up and pressed lightly onto James' injury. After a few seconds, Kendall pulled back and smiled as he took James' bandages away, revealing a healed chest. James just beamed up at him, smiling and kissing him gently and holding Kendall as the blonde collapsed.

"Thanks…I know how much that tires you." James whispered into Kendall's soft hair.

Kendall just smiled and said, "Dinner's in a few. We should go and eat." At James' nod, the two walked out and sat down at the table, getting their plates of food. Everyone but Carlos and James had a thoroughly cooked stake, covered in what looked like seasoning. James and Carlos had the same thing, but their meat was medium rare and bloody; covered in the same seasoning.

"Mm, Ms. Knight. What did you put on these?" Logan asked.

"I'm not sure. I got it at the market today. I think it's called Vervain or something." She answered.

James spit his meat out, but it was already too late. He had already swallowed the Vervain. He pushed his chair back and fell over, clutching his stomach and gritting his teeth.

"James! Oh God!" Ms. Knight exclaimed.

James was panting and sweating when he rose again, gripping his stomach still. He was shaking and was paler, but looked alright. "I think…I'm alright… I just… I'm gonna go to bed." And with that, James walked into his and Kendall's shared room, shutting the door and collapsing on the bed, gripping his stomach in pain.

He rolled over and searched under his bed, finding what he was looking for; the whiskey. He drank straight from the bottle, feeling the pain slip away and his hunger fade, too. And after a few sips, he fell asleep.

A/N: YAY! Chapter 13 is finished! REVIEW and tell me how I did!