MisreadSoul: Awe. How sweet. ^.^ You're almost as sweet as a vampire James covered in sugar and honey. :)

Everyone else: I love you guys and I love that you love my story. This is what I write when I don't wanna write my other stuff, cause I love vampires and I love love, so it's awesome. :) Thanks for your reviews and keep it up!

Logan hissed and snapped at the vampire hunter whose stake was pressed hard against his collarbone, holding him against the brick wall.

"You don't scare me," the man smirked.

"This is a free town!" Logan growled angrily, fed up with not being able to get this guy off of him. This place WAS a free town after all- vampires were welcome here in Minneapolis, Minnesota in 1954.

"That doesn't mean it's illegal for me to kill you."

Logan struggled against the man. Yes, although the vampire population had grown immensely and become more accepted over the past year, a law still hadn't been passed to make unjustified vampire slaying illegal. Since they lived forever, the government considered it "population management".

"I don't want to hurt you, sir," Logan hissed.

The man just smirked and in one motion landed the stake into Logan's ribs- Logan was sure it hit his heart- and had another stake ready in case that one didn't land right, which it didn't. Logan roared in anger, but before he could attack the guy, James had appeared and grabbed the man by the base of the skull and swung him around. Logan tore out the stake that plunged dangerously close to his heart.

Logan watched as James pinned the man by the throat to the brick wall, his feet inches above the sidewalk. James bared his teeth and hissed up at the man, swiftly grabbing the stake from his hand.

"You'd better let him go before someone sees," came a casual voice and all eyes turned to a dark headed girl walking up the them. "If cameras see that, they'll have head hunters out for you."

Logan punched James' shoulder and James let the man fall.

"I'll kill you all!" the man growled. James turned on him, knowing he was scary as hell when he wanted to be.

"WILL you now?" he hissed. The man backed up a little and walked away angrily. James snapped the stake over his knee as he turned back to the girl.

"I'm Camille. I've lived here for a few decades- I know all the hunters. They're bluffers, trust me. If they were serious about their grudges, I'd be long dead," she said casually. "I've seen you guys around- you live here?"

"Yes," Logan said, crossing his arms and turning slightly away from James.

"So… What's your deal?" she asked, switching her fingers rapidly from pointing to James then Logan.

"We're hitched," James sang lightly.

"I am his maker," Logan said simply. "My name is Logan and he is James. He likes to think we are married, but we aren't."

"So… How old is he?"

"In vamp years I'm almost one," James said proudly. Camille's face turned puzzled.

"I know, I know. I am perfectly aware that our relationship is unorthodox," Logan said. "Not many makers stay with their creations, but I did."

"I didn't say anything," Camille said, raising her hands in surrender. "I mean, I guess your kind of love is the best kind, right? He'll never leave you."

"Sometimes I wish he would," Logan grumbled.

"Awe, that's not nice," Camille said mercifully.

"See? He IS really snotty to me," James pouted.

"We really must be going," Logan said with finality.

"Oh- yeah, me too," Camille nodded. "And seriously, don't worry about that hunter. He's weak and afraid of your boyfriend."

Logan nodded and began walking toward their apartment a few blocks down.

"Logan what did I DO?" James pleaded as they entered their apartment. Logan hadn't said a word to him the whole walk and wouldn't even let James hold his hand.

"I do not need you to be my savior, James. I can handle myself perfectly well," Logan said smartly, kicking off his shoes.

"He almost killed you," James said as Logan took off his blood sodden t-shirt and tossed it onto the couch. "Let me see where he stabbed you."

"You don't need to see."

James whirled his boyfriend around to look at where the black blood had soaked around. He ran his fingers over the spot, not knowing how it hadn't killed Logan.

"I'm fine," Logan said.

"Well… I guess you're alive," James said. "Somehow."

James bent to kiss the spot on Logan's chest. As he stood straight again, Logan reached up to put a hand on the base of James' skull and stroke the hair.

"I do not like it when you get frightening," Logan said softly, looking up into gentle hazel eyes.

"I know you don't… But how else do I make sure he doesn't come back?" James said. "I don't scare you, do I?"

"Of course not. I am over fifty years old, darling, I can handle myself."

James smiled a little and kissed Logan's forehead before moving to pick up Logan's dirty shirt. He would have to use a special formula to clean the blood off of it. Logan didn't like to do that stuff.

"But I looked tuff, right?" James asked before Logan could go to take a shower. Logan smirked to himself.

"You really ought to get with the times, love. Nobody says 'tuff' anymore. No one but you," he said, turning.

"Says the dude who still talks like a pilgrim," James said sarcastically.

"I speak like a normal human being."

"Baby, nobody says 'love' and 'darling' anymore."

"You do not like it?"

"No, I love it. I'm just putting that out there."

"Well from now on I shall speak like a hoodlum like you," said, knowing James wouldn't approve.

"Please don't. You're not good at it," James groaned, making Logan grin and roll his eyes.

As Logan showered, James sat on the sink.

"That girl, Camille… She was nice," he said over the running water.

"She was."

"How come you won't admit that we're hitched?"

"Because we aren't," Logan said simply.

"Why not?"

"Because it is not legal, darling. Two men cannot get married."

"That's shitty. We should be able to be if we want."

"I agree."

"Would you marry me if we could?"

"Of course. We will be together for eternity, so why not?" Logan said.

"Just checking… Sometimes you act like you hate my guts. Like earlier."

"Earlier I was angry with you for attacking that man. We do not need a reputation for being violent and we do not need that man after us. This isn't like it was before, James. You cannot be violent, because we live here and we will continue living here- what if the humans kill you?"

"Camille said it was okay."

"But it is not and you know it," Logan said.

"What about the other times you act like you hate me?"

"Only when you make me angry."

"So like, all the time?" James smirked.

"Not all the time."

"Hurry up- I need a shower, too. I worked out this morning," James said.

"Why don't you just join me?" Logan asked flirtatiously.

"Oh, Logie. You fox."

Logan's head poked out from the curtain and he beaconed for James to come into the shower. It was rare that Logan did something like this, but James loved it when he did.

Logan watched as a video was showed on the news of a hunter being attacked and the hunter staking a vampire on the street.

"And that wasn't the only one today, was it, Jim?" the woman asked the reporter beside her.

"No it was not, Kimberly. Today there were three attacks- one of which ended in a vampire hunter's life being taken, and two of which the vampires were killed," the man said grimly. Logan watched from the couch as pictures of staked vampires and a human with chunks of his neck bitten out was shown.

"Logan," James groaned, hurrying to turn the TV off. "I told you to stop watching that trash."

Logan's eyes shifted up as James approached with two mugs of warm blood and sat on the couch with him. He gratefully took one mug and sipped from it.

"The news just scare you. You see all the stories about vamps getting staked and you assume that'll happen to us," James said. "It won't."

"It isn't me that I am worried about," Logan said quietly.

"You don't have to worry about me. I can take care of myself," James said soothingly.

"You get violent with hunters all the time. Before I met you, I kept to myself and stayed away from humans as much as possible. Now I have to worry about you hurting them because they try to hurt me. What happens when one of them isn't afraid of you and stakes you?"

"Then I'll be dead," James shrugged.

"Believe it or not, I really DO love you, darling, and I don't like the risk," Logan said. "We've talked about this before."

"Look, babycakes," James said, shifting to face the worried Logan. "Those guys on the news… They aren't like ME. They attack the hunters like- to the concrete. They bite at them and they try to kill them for real. Me? I just scare em a little to show them that messing with my Logie isn't something I take lightly."

"I am a big boy now, James. I can take care of myself."

"You're too nice to the humans. They hate us, baby, and they kill us all the time. Still you don't wanna kill them. You don't wanna hurt them. You scare the shit outta me sometimes just cause you won't fight back."

"I love you for caring, but if I really do get killed someday, just run. There is no use in both of us perishing."

James sighed and took a sip from his mug.

"Drink up," he said lightly. "It's B positive- your favorite."

"You are so thoughtful."

Logan scooted over and nestled into James as he sipped from his mug. It had been almost a year since they met and James was changed. It was rocky at first- they went all over the USA in search of something they couldn't name. Logan didn't show affection in public and didn't want James to, either, until he realized that times were getting tough for a vampire. He realized that he had to show the public that he was a unit with James, and if anyone messed with him James might just rip their throat out. It wasn't until a few months ago that they decided to go back to Minnesota and settle down, and so they did. Of course Logan loved James to no end, but the boy could be very over-protective and sometimes forgot that Logan was older and could be stronger, he just chose not to be.

Sometimes Logan wondered why he pushed James away romantically at first. Now that they were comfortable with each other, James was possibly the best mate, partner, and boyfriend anyone could ask for.

James was protective, loyal, gentle when he needed to be, fierce when he needed to be, loving, innocent, cute, and sexy all in one package. Better yet, he understood Logan. He got that Logan didn't like violence and that Logan was, like James, stuck in his own time and wouldn't change. He understood that Logan could be stiff and strict, but sometimes he would melt and be romantic. Logan loved that James was muscular, yet somehow so soft and gentle when he held Logan. He loved that James had Delilah's hazel eyes, but James' were gentle and caring whereas Delilah's were daring and somewhat menacing.

Logan was happy with his choice in a mate, partner, and boyfriend. He truly believed there was no one better to spend forever with.

Okay. Kenny's coming next. :D I'm excited.