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Logan's jaw dropped as he entered his home.

The huge lobby area where the ball happened fifty years ago had been re-carpeted and painted. A different chandelier hung above the platform before the stairs split into two, and the carpet on the stairs had been changed to soft beige shag. However, the huge portraits of the Mitchell family still hung high on the walls, where nobody could reach them and if they could they would be too heavy. Logan stared at himself in painting-version on the wall, sitting tall in his chair with his fancy clothes and a friendly smirk on his lips.

"James Dylan, WHERE have you been? We already ate!" said a woman who was hurrying toward them.

"Sorry, Mom," James apologized, beckoning for Logan to follow him to the dining room. "This is Logan. I was wondering if he could stay here tonight?"

Logan smiled, lips closed, of course, to the woman who looked a lot like James. She blinked, then her eyes flashed to the portrait on the wall and grew wide.

"That's him," she said, pointing to the portrait.

"Fifty years ago," Logan said, not even thinking.

"That's impossible."

"He's a vampire, Mom. But he's okay- I promise," James said quickly. "He's in deep and I told him he could crash here."

Mrs. Diamond backed away a little, eyes never leaving Logan.

"I assure you, Mrs. Diamond, I haven't killed a human for fifty years. And I promise I will not feed here," Logan assured. "This used to be my home, as you know, and I would love to explore and see the changes."

"James, he's dangerous."

"No he's not, Mom! He had the perfect chance to kill me in the alley and he didn't! He's completely safe, I promise," James pleaded.

"I don't like him."

"Mom," James groaned. "How about I go eat dinner and he explores?"

"I will leave tomorrow morning before you even wake up," Logan promised. "You won't even know I am here."

Logan was amazed by all the changes to the upper floor of his home. The bathrooms had fancy toilets and showers now. The bedrooms no longer had big oak bed frames with canopies, but there were normal beds. A few rooms had small televisions with antennae. The wallpaper had been long since stripped from the walls and pain covered the plaster.

Finally Logan twisted the knob to his old bedroom. The room where Hector was murdered and Logan had lived his whole human life. He entered, and for a moment saw the room as it used to be.

With a blink of the eye, the big fancy bed was replaced with one with a light wooden headboard and messy blue blankets. The pretty wallpaper was replaced with paint and posters of cars and movies. A radio had been left on and played Elvis Presley.

"This is my room," came a voice behind Logan, making him jump and turn. James touched his shoulder as he slipped past him and kicked the door closed.

"It used to be mine," Logan said.

"Really? No shit?"James smirked. "That's cool."

James took off his leather jacket and tossed it on a chair in the corner of the room, not hesitating to pull his t-shirt over his head and let it fall to the ground.

"So… Do you wear the same thing every day, then?" James asked, turning to Logan, who just stared at the muscular torso of the boy until another t-shirt was pulled over it. "Helloooo? Do you have clothes? Your shirt has holes stabbed through it and is covered in blood."

Logan snapped out of his trance and blushed a little bit, being caught staring at James' body.

"I did have a pack, but it seems that I left it somewhere," he answered in realization.

"It's cool," James said, allowing his jeans to drop and reveal light blue boxers. "I'm a little bigger than you, but you can borrow some PJ's."

James tossed a big baseball t-shirt and gym shorts Logan's way and Logan turned to the bathroom.

"You can change in here, you know," James called as the heavy door was closed. Logan stared at himself in the mirror. Last few times he looked at himself in this mirror, he was fifty years younger, his hair combed to the side neatly, his cheeks constantly rosy. Now his hair was gelled up and back, face paler, and this was not his home.

"So… Why don't you kill people?" James asked, laying on his bed and reading a car magazine when Logan came from the bathroom.

"Because… Well, when I first got changed, I was really in love with my maker. REALLY in love. And I saw her get killed before my very eyes. The man who killed her warned me- he said that if I kill people, people will kill me," Logan said, sitting on the floor. "So I haven't killed anyone since."

"Hm," James nodded thoughtfully as he laid the magazine on his chest. "You were in LOVE?"

"Yes… I have a theory that she compelled me to love her, and when I was changed by her, I was forever her servant," Logan nodded. "But now I think that somehow a creator is naturally attracted to his maker, but I'm not sure how."

"What did she look like?"

"She was gorgeous," Logan said dreamily. "She had pale blonde hair-"

"Ooh- blondes are nice."

"And she had the prettiest hazel eyes."

"Like mine?"

"You have no idea."

"What else?"

"Well… Just imagine yourself in woman form, with blonde hair and paler skin, and you have Lilah," Logan said.

"So she was hot," James smirked.

"Very," Logan said, not believing that James hadn't caught the hint about him looking like Delilah.

"Really? You think I'm hot?" James asked thoughtfully, rolling over to his side, the magazine slipping to the floor.

"Of course," Logan shrugged.

"Are you gay? Can vampires be gay?"

"Of course they can," Logan said. "And I was as a human, but of course back then it was the worst thing possible- to be homosexual. But now… Since Lilah… I haven't really been attracted to anyone."

"But you're attracted to me," James said simply. "Is it because I look like her?"

"Perhaps," Logan nodded.

"Why?"

"Because you are a Diamond, I suppose."

"What does that mean?"

"Lilah was a Diamond, too. I imagine you are a descendant somehow. She never told me so, but perhaps she had children before she was changed. Perhaps she had a sister or brother who had children," Logan said.

"Seriously? I'm related to your… What did you call her?"

"My maker. Yes- you are a striking image of her."

"Of course I'm striking."

"I did NOT say THAT."

"You talk like you're still in the 1900's," James smirked.

"Would you rather me speak like a hoodlum?" Logan asked smartly. "That is a very tuff jacket you have there. We better get going, the fuzz is approaching."

This sent James into rich rolls of laughter as he buried his face in his pillow. Logan had to grin, just because James was laughing. Finally James' laughter had subsided into giggles as he laid his cheek on the pillow again.

"So anyway," he smiled. "How do you eat people if you don't kill them?"

"The trick is to not bite them. Our fangs are venomous, so if we bite, the venom is spread. I usually use a knife to cut them instead."

"What happens if you bite them? They die?"

"They start to turn into a vampire. But if I leave them, they eventually starve and die."

"I wanna be a vampire," James said thoughtfully- a complete 180 from his opinion only an hour ago, when he was repulsed by Logan.

"Don't say that."

"I would wanna be a beautiful twenty-two-year-old forever and have badass fangs and not be able to get hurt and-"

"It has its downfalls, too," Logan reminded James. "Like that it gets very lonely."

"Well if you changed me, we could be badass vampires together," James said smartly.

"Most makers leave their creations after a week," Logan said smartly.

"But… I'm striking."

"Sometimes you have to feed from drunks, and their blood tastes bad."

"I'll use salt."

This made Logan giggle a little and shake his head.

"You cannot walk in the sun without a ruby," Logan added.

"The ruby is my birthstone!"

"James," Logan groaned. "I won't change you."

"What if I told you I thought you were striking, too?" James pleaded.

"James-"

"It's true! You're gorgeous!"

"It's a painful process. You would have to feed from a relative. From ME, too. You would have to leave your home behind. You would have to stay out of the sun until you got a ruby ring. You would forever be devoted to me- even if I got killed," Logan said sternly. "You don't want that."

"You wanted it, obviously."

"I had no choice."

"But-"

Logan crossed his arms and cocked his head.

"I think you're forgetting that I'm a big bad vampire," Logan said sternly.

"That won't kill people! If I was a vampire, I would ALWAYS kill people!"

"See? If you want that, you don't want ME to change you," Logan said smartly.

James fell silent and just stared at Logan, bottom lip in a slight pout which had Logan ready to agree to anything. However, he didn't push on.

"So… Do you sleep?" James asked instead.

"I can, but I don't have to," Logan said.

"What happens if you're caught in the sun without a ruby?"

"I get burnt."

"What happens if I slit your throat?"

"You couldn't if you tried. Unless you were a vampire, too, in which case I wouldn't be too affected. I technically don't HAVE to breathe, but it's a habit," Logan shrugged.

"Do you get boners?"

"What's that?"

James giggled and gestured to his own crotch area, making Logan's eyes go wide.

"That's personal!"

"For future reference! I have to know!"

"Fine!" Logan sighed. "YES, I can have that happen, but I haven't in a very long time."

"Does your hair and fingernails grow?"

"Yes."

"Does your heart beat?"

"Yes."

"Do you use the bathroom?"

"Occasionally."

"Do you sweat?"

"I can, yes."

"Will you turn me into a vampire?"

"Nice try," Logan smirked.

"Dammit."

"Your friends- why were they so defensive?" Logan asked, changing the subject.

"I dunno, that's just how they always are," James shrugged. "We're greasers- we feel like we have to prove something."

"I don't understand your social statuses. They are quite immature," Logan said simply.

"Yeah, I know," James nodded. "Hey- are you okay? Where Dak stabbed you?"

Logan lifted his shirt to reveal a smooth pale stomach, free of puncture wounds.

"That's tuff," James said, eyes wide. Logan smiled a little and shrugged. "And you have a cute little happy trail."

Logan's eyes dropped, confused, to his stomach, and his cheeks turned red as he covered it again with his shirt.

"I think I'm gay," James noted.

"Um…"

"I mean, I've never thought of it before, but seriously," James said. "Or maybe I'm just gay for you."

Logan wasn't sure how to respond. He thought it strange that a boy this day and age would be so casual about realizing his sexuality. Most were in denial for a long time.

"Well, I think I'm going to hit the sack. Don't watch me sleep, okay?" James smirked.

"Okay."

"Oh- you can find an extra room if you want."

Logan nodded and got up, wanting to stay and talk to his new friend for longer, but obviously the feeling wasn't mutual. James may look just like Delilah did, but he was much more different. He was fun, yet capable of having deep conversations and being honest with himself. He was innocent, yet he knew perfectly well that he was sexy and used it to his advantage. He was big and muscular, yet sweet and gentle. Unlike Delilah, who would rip anyone's head off without hesitation.

"Oh hey, Logan?"

"Yes?"

"Wake me up and say goodbye before you leave, okay?"

"Alright."

Okay, so I know it's going too slow for some of your likings, but just hang in there for a tiny bit more.