Okay, guys, prepare yourselves.
This is a VERY intense chapter, and some of you might cry or get pissed off or excited, but hang in there!
I was basically on the edge of my seat as I wrote it and I love it a lot. :) I hope that you guys do, too!
"I still think we should have brought the guys along," James grumbled as he held a black-and-grey flannel up against Logan's chest, weighing how good it looking on him. They were out shopping because James was stir-crazy and wanted to get out a little bit.
"Is it so horrible for you to spend alone time with me lately?" Logan smirked, shaking his head at the shirt and moving on to another rack.
"No- I love James-Logie-alone-time," James said cheerfully. "But I feel like they need to get out and be picked back up. They've been down in the gutters since yesterday and I feel like they need to fuck around for a while and have fun."
"They are still figuring things out over there," Logan said sternly. "They need their space."
"I disagree," James said simply.
"Well great for you," Logan grumbled, picking out a red t-shirt which he thought would go great to contrast James' eyes. James immediately turned it down- "You know I don't do red."
Kendall basked in the rich laughter emitted from Carlos as they watched Tom and Jerry. What sort of an adult finds such a show so funny? Kendall thought. But he loved that about Carlos.
He finally quit laughing and realized that Kendall was giving him a strange look.
"Oh, come ON! This is GOLDEN!" he giggled. "Sometimes I imagine that Logan's Tom and you're Jerry- back in the olden days when he hated you."
This made Kendall laugh and shake his head.
Carlos got up to put his cereal bowl in the sink. He had school in an hour- he planned on watching just a little more TV and then he would get ready. He hadn't gone to school yesterday. Yesterday morning, Carlos thought now, seems like seven years ago.
He washed his bowl and put it on the rack.
Kendall sat on the couch, boredly watching Tom and Jerry.
"What're you gonna do today?" Carlos asked from the kitchen, where water was running and then was turned off.
"I dunno- probably go to the store and get some more food," Kendall said simply.
"Get some ice cream," Carlos requested.
"And I'll look for a job, too."
Kendall expected a "Yay!" or a "Sounds good", or anything, but Carlos didn't reply.
He wasn't worried about it until there was a heavy thump and the floor shook. Kendall sprang up, hurrying to the kitchen to find Carlos there on the floor, a knife beside him with a bit of banana smeared on it, clutching his head and screaming into his knees.
Kendall, knowing now what was going on and that it would pass in a minute or two, sat on his knees beside his boyfriend. He sat the knife on the counter, glad it hadn't somehow cut or stabbed Carlos in the fall, and rubbed his back.
Carlos had never experienced such pain- even in the previous episodes. This pain in his skull was like his head was splitting open, and he couldn't do anything about it. All he could do was scream and cry. He found it odd that Kendall was so calm, just there rubbing his back, but what else could he do?
Finally the pain faded into a slight headache-type thing. Carlos was left in a shivering ball, sniffling and wiping his tears. He didn't want that to happen anymore.
Kendall helped him sit up against the cabinets beneath the sink. He took Carlos' face in his hands, searching his eyes.
"Did you hurt yourself?"
"Yeah."
"Where?"
"I don't feel good…"
"Where are you hurt?"
Suddenly Carlos looked very confused, dark eyes darting around.
"Where are we?" he asked in panic. Kendall's face turned confused.
"Home…"
Carlos' confusion didn't subside, making Kendall think that he had hit his head in the fall and had amnesia or something.
"I'm gonna throw up," he said. Kendall quickly got up and helped his boyfriend up, trying to help him to the bathroom. They didn't make it out of the kitchen before Carlos' feet fell from beneath him and Kendall almost fell with him.
Kendall went pale as Carlos' eyes rolled back, his teeth clenched tight, his fingers gripping Kendall's shirt as his body shook.
"Los?"
Carlos' head fell back in a strained arch as Kendall slowly lowered him to the floor. He had seen this on TV- a seizure. Kendall had no idea what to do other than keep Carlos on his side so that if he threw up he wouldn't choke.
Carlos' body jerked, his lids blinking fast over rolled-back eyes. His teeth unclenched as he appeared to be making a croaking noise, his fingers clawing into Kendall's leg.
Kendall's body shook as he started to cry. He was really freaked out- nothing like this had ever happened to him before. With the victim being his boyfriend, he was especially scared.
Finally, after only another minute, Carlos' neck relaxed, his hand going smooth on Kendall's leg as his shakes turned to occasional jerks. His eyes rolled back forward, fluttered, and he was out.
Kendall sniffled, relieved it was over, as he wiped his tears.
He went to pick Carlos up and take him to the bed, suddenly Carlos' eyes snapped open. A long scream of pain escaped Carlos' mouth, clutching his head.
"MAKE IT STOP!" he screamed.
The pain was too much. Within seconds, Carlos was out cold.
Kendall lay on the floor, exhausted from only the few minutes and needing a second to calm down. What if this happened every day? Or even occasionally when Carlos had an episode? A seizure, more pain, what if it was just a vicious cycle? Was the pain causing the seizures or the tumor?
But it wasn't over.
Carlos' feet planted on the linoleum and his back and butt arched up, his hands scratching at the cabinets on one side, Kendall on the other. Kendall knew he couldn't control Carlos, no matter what this was, so he moved so Carlos' nails raked across the floor.
Carlos' body flipped then, like a worm twisting and turning to get away from a hand, his eyes once again fluttering and rolling.
Panicked tears once again sprang from Kendall's eyes. James had texted him that he and Logan had gone out, so Logan couldn't help, and an ambulance, Kendall felt, would be too slow. Or maybe a part of him knew exactly what to do… He just didn't want to.
Carlos flipped once again to his back, mouth gaping for air that wouldn't come.
Oh, GOD! He can't breathe!
Kendall was about to do something- CPR maybe- when a deep breath entered Carlos' lungs and he let out a shriek, his body shaking, toes and fingers curling, eyes squeezed closed. At this point, Kendall didn't know how coherent Carlos was.
"STOOOOOOOP!" Carlos yelled, hands flying to his head and gripping what he could of the short hair. This proved that he was conscious. "STOPPIT!"
Kendall assumed Carlos was out of his seizure, so he knelt beside him, trying to take Carlos' hands away from his hair and holding them to the floor.
"Shh, it's okay," he said, more to himself than Carlos. Carlos' eyes met his, both full of tears as he let out a sob.
"Make it stop," Carlos begged, writhing in pain, but Kendall had pinned down his arms. Carlos' neck arched as he screamed bloody murder, the pain about to knock him out again.
Until two sharp fangs pierced the crook of his neck and held there for a few seconds.
They stayed in his skin and flesh, warmth starting at the punctures and spreading through his body. Carlos' muscles relaxed, the pain in his head and nausea in his stomach melting away.
But it was like taking a giant swig of hard liquor.
It was warming and calming at first, but pain and excruciating agony followed.
Whatever had warmed and relaxed him suddenly turned to poison in his veins, forcing a yell out of his mouth. Kendall held him tight, teeth latched into him, not understanding the Carlos was in PAIN, dammit!
"KENNY IT HURTS LIKE-"
Kendall declamped himself and watched Carlos' back arch in pain, silent screams escaping his mouth as clear tears rolled down his cheeks and toward his ears and hair.
Wait… That's not right… He was supposed to fall into a peaceful sleep!
Carlos' hand clamped over the punctured skin, and his fingers turned to claws, trying to get rid of the infected flesh or something that he couldn't name.
"Oh God!" Kendall sobbed, hands over his face as he turned it away. He didn't want to watch this. He had already bitten Carlos, now there was nothing he could do to help. By this point it was like watching an animal with its foot caught in a trap.
"PLEASE," Carlos pleaded somehow.
Kendall got up, suddenly stricken with an idea.
He had to kill Carlos to make it stop. He was already bitten- he would wake up and be ready for the transformation to continue.
He pulled Carlos up to sit and disappeared.
As if on instinct, Kendall grabbed a frying pan.
"I'm sorry, baby," he said quietly as he pulled the frying pan behind his head like a golf club and swung, never really thinking about what he was doing, only desperately wanting Carlos to stop suffering. At this point, it was time to shoot the trapped animal in the head and let it be free.
Kendall flinched as it connected with the back of Carlos' head, a bone-tingling "CRACK!" and "BOOOING!" audible as Carlos swayed.
"DIE!" Kendall ordered.
"Fuuuuck," Carlos groaned lowly, seeing stars and feeling blood dripping down his neck. Curse his thick skull and Kendall's mercy! At this point, Carlos didn't care if he would wake up or be dead. He wanted this over.
The second whack did it, sending Carlos' torso to the ground like a sack of potatoes, his head bleeding on the linoleum as his heart stopped.
Kendall breathed hard, hand over his mouth as he realized that he just killed his Carlos. Not forever, and it was for the greater good, but killed him all the same. Blood spattered on the bottom of the pan, on the cabinets and floor and chairs and Kendall's PJ pants.
Finally. It was over.
Kendall put the pan in the sink and picked up Carlos bridal style.
"It's over, baby, it's okay now, you're gonna be fine," Kendall whispered to the corpse as he made his way to the bedroom.
It never occurred to Kendall that maybe Carlos wouldn't wake up, or that if he did wake up, his Carlos would be a leech, or that maybe something had gone wrong with the venom and it wouldn't work.
I know what you're thinking. "Did Kendall just… Kill Carlos… With a frying pan? Hey, gotta do whatcha gotta do, brah. And you're all "Wait, is she hinting that Carlos is dead?" and yeah, I hinted that, but really I was just stating Kendall's oblivion and blindness, like a writer should. Guess you'll just have to stick around and see what'll happen! You're also thing "WOOOOAH that was an amazing chapter, and it can only get more exciting from here!" in which case, you would be correct. You're also thinking "Man, I have to review and tell this chick my feels for this chapter!" and I agree completely. :D