James' eyes fluttered open late the next night. Logan wasn't expecting it until the next day, so he was surprised when James sat up in confusion. He had been lying in old hay and Logan was sitting against the wall, trying to come up with a plan. The Diamonds had not come out looking for their son- they didn't seem to react at all, as a matter of fact.

"James!" Logan grinned, springing up and hurrying to James to sit on his knees before him. Something in that dimply smile, lit by an electric lantern, made James' heart warm up and he had to smile back.

"How do you feel?"

James opened his mouth to speak, but found that his throat was too dry.

"You almost died in the car. By the time we got to the hospital, it was too late for you. I had to change you."

James looked puzzled still, and Logan took his hand and revealed James' arm, three bite marks which, like the dainty holes in Logan's shoulder, would scar but never leave.

"You are almost a vampire. But when you are ready, we will complete the transition," Logan said. James looked up into black eyes, which somehow he found so much trust in.

Yes, he had wanted to be a vampire very badly at first. But now that it was actually happening, he was afraid. He DID trust Logan, but it was all happening so quickly that he didn't know how to feel.

Logan knew that James' lung was still collapsed, but he was okay. The cuts and bruises would leave as soon as the transition was complete, and the lung would fix itself.

"You will have to drink some of my blood, then we will have to go to your house and get blood from one of your parents. These samples will never leave your body," Logan said. "Are you afraid? You look afraid."

James ducked his head shyly and shrugged.

"Don't be scared. I'm here."

James looked up and smiled a little bit. What WAS this? Why did he find so much light in this man? It was like he would follow Logan to the ends of the earth and jump off a cliff if he asked.

Logan knew what James was feeling, and instead of being flattered, he dreaded it. He felt this unusual loyalty and love toward Delilah, his own maker, and she left him and broke his heart. He would have to leave James in a week or so, and James would be crushed… He said nothing about what James was feeling. He didn't want to talk about it.

He retrieved his sharp pocket knife from his pocket, the knife he used to feed, and allowed the lantern light to glint off of it.

"This is how you will feed," he said. "We do not bite, we do not kill, we do not leave a mess."

James nodded obediently and watched as Logan removed his shirt, as not to get blood on it. James had to marvel at the pale glow of the muscles on the man's hairless chest. Logan's head tilt to the left and his fingers dragged along the skin on his neck.

"Right here is the jugular vein," he said, rubbing his index finger over the vein. "It is obvious to the victim when they wake up, but by feeding from here it is faster and less risky. So you just find the vein and cut."

James winced as Logan pressed hard to puncture his skin and vein. Immediately black liquid ran from the wound and slowly down Logan's collarbone and chest.

"Go on. It will taste bad, but you don't have to have a lot."

James leaned forward and dragged his tongue from where the river of black stopped, right about the bottom of Logan's ribs all the way up to the wound. Logan bit his lip, hiding the secret pleasure James caused. The gesture was obviously meant to be sexy and flirtatious, and it was completely unnecessary, but Logan wasn't about to stop him.

James had finally gotten enough and sat back, licking black from his lips as Logan pressed a hand to the puncture to stop the flow. His throat was released from its dry spell and he could speak.

"That was unnecessary," Logan said simply.

"But you dug it."

Logan was silent as he got up. He put his shirt back on and picked up the lantern.

"Now we complete it," Logan said. "We must be quiet. I know it is hard for you humans, but you'll have to manage."

As they journeyed to the house, Logan felt himself blushing as he relived the feel of James' tongue on his skin. It was a guilty pleasure, but it wouldn't happen again. Sure- James was incredibly sexy and would only get sexier, but Logan didn't want to get attached.

"Can't I just kill him? PLEASE?" James whispered outside of his sleeping parents' bedroom door.

"No. NO killing," Logan whispered back.

"But he-"

"I know what he did. I want to kill him, too. But… No."

"What if he bleeds to death?"

"Just cut the hand or something- you only need a little bit of blood."

"What if he wakes up?"

"I'll compel him to go back to sleep."

"What's that mean?"

"I'll tell you later. Let's go."

James wasn't surprised when the slice down his father's palm didn't wake him up. Nor did James taking the hand, squeezing his eyes shut, and taking the wound in his mouth. His father was always a heavy sleeper.

If James had fangs or super strength yet, he would have straight up torn this father to shreds. He hated the man. For almost all of his life, he had always found SOMETHING wrong with his only son. The greasers he used to chum around with had similar fathers or no fathers at all, so he felt like he belonged with them. They understood where the bruises came from, and they didn't ask about them.

His father's blood was disgusting- James almost wanted to throw up. He guessed once his transformation was complete, his appetite and taste for it would change, but now it just tasted like pennies, like James had gotten a paper cut on his thumb and sucked on it to ease the pain. It was way different from Logan's experience, when his brother's blood had compelled him with its scent.

Finally Logan's hand appeared on James' shoulder telling him he was okay to stop, so James did. He took the hand from his mouth and watched red ooze from the deep gash. He hoped blood would get everywhere and maybe Mr. Diamond would get an infection.

After collecting a few more things from his room- his knife, razors, comb, money, etc. the two went back to their temporary home in the stable.

"So then… What happens now? We just… chill?" James asked.

"Are you tired yet?" Logan asked as they sat.

"Yeah, a little. I thought you said vampires don't have to sleep."

"We don't. But right now your body must complete the transition, so you must sleep. It must mend your cuts and bruises and fix your lung and change your entire internal system."

"Why'd you take scissors from the house?" James asked warily.

"Because I'm cutting your hair tonight," Logan said.

"What? NO! You can't!"

"James, your hair will get in the way- trust me. I am not saying you cannot still have stylish hair, but the way it is cannot stay."

"No way, Logan. You've got some fogginess up there in that pretty little head."

"I am not ASKING you," Logan said simply. "And I know you will give in, because I am your maker and you would jump off a cliff for me. Now the sooner you let me, the sooner you can sleep."

James ran his hand through his long hair and sighed.

"Just make me look tuff, okay?" he murmured. "Make me look bad."

"What? You want to look bad?"

"No- I mean… Jeez, Logan," James laughed. "Just make me look good, okay?"

"I don't understand your lingo," Logan grumbled as he got to his knees before James, the lantern close by.

"Note to self: ALWAYS use lingo when talking to Logan," James smirked as Logan took a lock of his bangs in his hand. He was trying to distract himself- his hair was, like many other greasers, his pride and joy!

He squeezed his eyes closed and bit his lip as the scissors snapped shut and hair brushed and tickled James' nose.

"Okay, PLEASE stop now," James pleaded.

"It's too late- you would look silly if I stopped now."

"I'll look silly anyway," James grumbled.

After Logan was finally finished, he tossed the scissors aside and ran his hand through James' newly chopped hair to release any loose hairs. James opened his eyes to look hopefully at Logan as his maker observed him.

James' hair was much shorter now- he looked completely different. What was once the round face of a teenage boy now looked like the defined face of a man. One tiny lock of dark hair flopped loosely over James' forehead a little and Logan smirked and licked his fingers to correct it.

"Do I look good?" James asked.

"Very handsome," Logan smiled.

"I wanna see."

"You will eventually, but I suppose you will just have to take my word for it," Logan said.

James ran his fingers through his hair in strange observance. It was MUCH shorter now, but he was glad that Logan had made it a bit longer on top to add some style.

"I have lost my hair gel, or I would lend you some," Logan said. He was sure his hair was limp now, off safely to the side and dirty from the worn gel that used to hold it up neatly. He was sure the freshly buzzed sides were getting longer and would need to be shaven again.

"That's cool, man," James said dismissively with a yawn. "Are you gonna crash, or just hang out here?"

"Excuse me?"

James sighed in frustration.

"Are you sleeping?" he asked.

"Yes, after I get our things together for the morning."

"Why do you sleep if you don't have to?" James asked, lying down.

"Delilah told me that most of us sleep because we have nothing else to do," Logan said, getting up. "But I do it because I love dreaming. It is one of my favorite things."

"Could you stay asleep forever, if nobody woke you up? Could that happen?"

"I don't think so. I would get hungry and have to wake up."

"What happens if we don't eat?"

"Then we dry up and get weak. We cannot make blood on our own- not a lot of it anyway. We rely on the blood of others to run through our veins and to give our own cells what they need to make our own blood, and eventually that blood gets stale and we must replace it. That being said, we only use the restroom a few times in a few days," Logan explained. "I like to look at the scientific side of things, obviously, so I figured all this out."

"You're some kinda nerd, aren't you?"

"If by 'nerd' you mean amazingly handsome and thoughtful man, then yes," Logan smirked.

"Logan cracks JOKES?" James said in mock surprise.

"Of course," Logan smirked. "My younger brother used to be the wise-cracker, but little did everyone know, I was quite the jokester myself."

"You know, you're adorable," James said thoughtfully.

"You only think that because I am your maker. You have no choice."

"Well I thought that before I was changed, too," James said. "I just wanna… Kiss your forehead or something."

Logan let out a burst of laughter, his dimples digging deep.

"I'm not sure whether to thank you or call you strange," he said joyously.

"You're not gonna leave me, like your maker did you, right?"

"Well… That is how it must be."

"But WHY? Who says? I wanna talk to this big boss!"

"It is just… Tradition, I suppose," Logan shrugged.

"But has a maker and a…"

"Creation?"

"Has a maker and a creation ever stayed together and been partners?"

"I don't know."

"Would you have stayed with my crazy great great great great aunt if you could have?" James asked.

"Yes. Without a thought."

"So you know how I feel. I know this isn't the same, but still. I'd be LOST without you, I know it! I wouldn't know how to be a vampire!"

"That is why I will teach you."

James looked up at Logan, a slight pout on his face.

"Don't you like me?" James asked pitifully. "You said I was handsome."

"I DO like you. You're a marvelous young lad," Logan said.

"You're a marvelous young lad," James mocked angrily.

"We will talk about this later. Sleep."

"Whatever."

"Do not be angry with me," Logan said quietly. He had never cared when someone was angry with him while he was a vampire- not since Delilah. This was a strange feeling for him.

"Logan! We could be BEST FRIENDS! Chum around for eternity and get into deep shit!" James said. "Or, you know, we could be MORE than friends! FOREVER! I would never leave you, because you MADE me and I love you! I don't understand it!"

"You are raising your voice!"

James sighed and looked up at Logan again.

"I'll get you to keep me around. Just watch."

"How do you plan for that?" Logan asked bluntly.

"I dunno if you've notice yet, but I'm SEXY. It won't be hard."

"Good luck with that," Logan smirked. James rolled over and fell asleep almost immediately.

I really love this story. I feel like it'll be pretty lengthy, but I don't mind. I hope you guys don't mind. There's a lot I want in here and I could talk about vampires forever and ever if I could. Vampires and BTR- I could make up a hardcore eternity-long speech about those things.

Gosh I'm tired. I hate posting at night, but I don't want to worry about after school. I just feel like when it's posted at night, new people won't see it and read it. Ah well, at least you guys read it. :D

Okay, yeah. Bye, everyone! Make sure to review cause I luff reviews. "I luff you"- I don't remember when, but Logan said that at some point in some interview.