Alrighty, guys! I just wanted to say I'm going to make an update day in the future. But right now, I'm just too excited for this story! So, I'm updating now! Gotta problem with that? XD Good. Well, here is the story.

(I do not own 'Big Time Rush'.)

"O! Beware, my lord, of jealousy: It is the green eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on" - William Shakespeare

Chapter Two: You're The Reason

My apartment was darkened, either with blankets on the windows, or the lights dim. I slammed shut the door, and leaned against the frame. What the hell was going on with me? What was happening with my head? Being a creature for almost 200 years, this feeling has never came to my attention.

I had the feeling someone was watching me, someone was out to get me. Plus, seeing that man's face. I rubbed my green eyes, and threw my coat and school stuff on the kitchen counter. I never wanted to see his face again.

Rick Montoya. My personal hatred towards him wanted to make me rip up walls. He turned me into this nightmare. He is the reason I can't die. It seemed just like yesterday, when it happened...

(Flashback)... I was on my way to the church, to get in some early praying for my family and the rest at war. I really hoped they wouldn't draft me, since I just turned 19. I was elligible.

"Kenny", I heard a fimilar voice as I trudged down the dirt trail. I turned to peer in the trees, to see my friend. He was naked, his dark brown, sandy and ratty. But what really caught my attention, was this huge scratch running down his torso.

I wanted to vomit, but instead, I asked, "Rick? What happened?" My feet were firmly stuck to the spot, deathly afraid to do anything else. Frankily, I thought he was mauled by a bear, or something.

"They sacrificed...Body..Satan", he mumbled, his words getting me confused. He then stopped, and fell to the ground. He puked out some black liquid, and his breathing got heavy. I wanted to run, to ask for help. But, I couldn't move...

"Rick. Are you alright", I asked, my heart thumping as I made the choice to take a step. Another step. And another. "Rick...Are you alright?" I asked again, because I was so desperate for him to stay alive.

"Kenny, just...help me up", he said, his face headed towards the ground, so I couldn't spot his features. I slowly approached him, and he stuck out his hand. His arm was so pale, with bruises and cuts. His nails were long and sharp, almost like a wild animals.

I grabbed his hand with mine, and gently tried to push him up. But then he turned his head towards me, and I saw him. His eyes were a violent, dark crimson red. His teeth were sharp and long.

"Well, Kenny. Help me up", he said, in a deep voice that didn't even belong to him. I suddenly let go of his hand, and fell backwards. He flashed me a huge smile, which shown off all his bizarre and terrifying teeth.

I crawled backwards, my eyes trained on Rick. Or even if it was him. "Where are you going", Rick asked, while he was lifted to his feet. He dragged his feet towards me...

"Help! Help me", I finally screamed, and tried to get on my feet. But, it was too late... He jumped on me, and he scratched my rags off and his fingernails scraped my skin. He also bit off my flesh...

(End Flashback)... I sat on my couch and looked at my alarm clock. 3:56. That means school ended about 10 minutes ago.

A knock at my door interrupted my thoughts, and I stared at the door. If this is who I thought it was, someone would definitely be killed. I slowly walked towards the door, and grabbed the knob.

I quickly opened the door, and was on my guard. I sighed happily as I saw Logan stand on the porch. He looked up at me with his chocolate brown eyes.

"Woah. Are you alright? You seem jumpy", Logan commented as he looked at me. I moved to the side, and flashed a grin. "I'm fine, come in." I didn't want him to come in, I wanted to be alone. But I couldn't just turn him away like that.

He stepped in the doorway, and I caught a whiff of his extremely good scent. Maybe that was why I was drawn to Logan: his scent. He looked around the apartment, and then turned to me as I gently closed the door.

"I was worried. You weren't in Math. Is everything okay", he asked, with a gentle and calm voice. I chuckled, and plopped down on my couch, "Logie. I'm fine". I made that name for him quite a while ago.

He sighed, and smiled, "Well, I have tonight's homework. Want to work on it"? I really did hate math, but it would be good to have my mind wander on something else. "Sure", I replied, as we got acquainted at the kitchen table.

We worked on the math awhile, and soon it was dark. Logan was putting his books and papers back in his backpack, and I seemed a bit worried. What is Rick knew where I was? What if he wanted to hurt someone...Like Logan?

"Logan? You want to stay the night", I quickly improvised, and he looked up at me. He thought for a moment, and replied, "I don't think so, Ken-"

"Oh, come on! It's Friday, there is no school tomorrow, and I can order some pizza", I begged, and he slid his backpack on.

"Alright", Logan smiled, and for a moment I relaxed. Again, I always felt like I had to protect Logan. "But I have to call my mother." Logan pulled out his cellphone, and soon was talking to his mother.

"Okay", Logan smiled, "Tonight will be fun."

He was dead wrong about that. Tonight... We would almost get ourselves killed.

Woe! Who is excited for next chapter? I am already planning this stuff out, and I'm extremely excited! You guys will be really shocked, trust me! I hope you liked this chapter, though. Please, PLEASE, don't forget to review, and that junk. You guys are awesome. See you next chapter! Bye! ^^