Air rushed into Carlos' lungs and he bolted upright.

He breathed hard, looking around. He rubbed the back of his head- achy as shit- and found the bedroom to be empty.

He opened his mouth to call for Kendall, but found his throat to be too dry and sore. He got up and found the back of his shirt to be stiff, so he took it off to find that it was absolutely covered in brown stuff- blood? He slipped on one of Kendall's shirts from the ground.

He stumbled along through the apartment to find that nobody was there. He chugged a glass of water, but it didn't really help.

He shuffled across the hall to Logan and James' apartment, weakly pushing open the door, feeling hung over or something.

Again, nobody was there. Well, maybe they were in the bedroom. Carlos stumbled to the bedroom and stopped in the doorway, the sight horrifying him.

Kendall was sobbing- seriously, he didn't even take a breath- curled up on the bedroom floor with his head in James' lap. James' face, too, was covered in bloody tears and bowed down. Logan was sitting in solitude on the bed, staring at the wall, bloody tracks streaking his cheeks. Nobody noticed Carlos.

Carlos silently went to Kendall and knelt. Why was his baby crying so hard? Why was James crying? Hell, why was LOGAN crying?

He reached out and touched Kendall's bloody cheek.

James looked up, confused. He stared for a while, so, SO confused. Carlos was dead. It had been four days! He hurriedly tapped on Kendall's chest, eyes huge on Carlos' confused one, and Kendall's opened his eyes. Wait… If both of James' hands were in sight, who was touching his face?

Carlos jumped as Kendall popped up, kissing all over Carlos' face, tackling him to the floor, kissing and kissing. Carlos laughed hoarsely and hugged his boyfriend's ribs. He didn't know what was going on, but he liked it.

Logan stood slowly, jaw dropped. Wait… What?

"You were dead for four fucking days we just decided to have a funeral and I was so sad and James was so sad and even Logan was so sad and I can't believe you're alive but you are and-" Kendall sobbed, holding Carlos' face and pressing his forehead to his. "How do you feel?"

Carlos smiled hugely, eyes wide, a nod turning into a shake of the head, then a nod again, so confused.

Kendall gave a tearful laugh and sniffle, staring into Carlos' eyes. They didn't seem different. They didn't seem evil or bloodthirsty- just confused and happy. Like usual.

"How is this possible?" Logan questioned from behind.

"What?" Carlos croaked, eyes pleading for answers from Kendall. Kendall laughed tearfully and stood, bringing Carlos up with him. With that, James caught Carlos in a hug and swung him around. His hug was crushing and cracking Carlos' ribs, but what did it matter?

To everyone's surprise, Logan took Carlos into a tender hug.

"We thought we lost you," he said softly.

"What're you talking about?" Carlos asked hoarsely. Logan let go of him and Kendall hugged his back, his nose buried in Carlos' neck and inhaling him, his arms tight over his chest.

"Someone TELL me!" Carlos demanded.

"You had a headache episode. Nearly six days go," Logan said, sitting on the end of the bed. "That led to a horrid seizure, then another headache, another seizure, and one more headache. I believe that it may have gone on for God knows how long if Kendall hadn't bitten you."

"I couldn't stand to watch you anymore," Kendall said into Carlos' shoulder. "You were screaming at me to make it stop…"

"You had some sort of reaction to the venom that made the pain worse," Logan said.

"It scared the shit outta me," Kendall said, raising his head. "I thought you were supposed to go to sleep. But you just yelled and screamed and cried… You wouldn't pass out. And so… I had to kill you. I bashed your head in with a pan."

Carlos' hand raised to the back of his head- it was perfectly intact, but a bit sore.

"You were to awaken the next day, but you didn't. After four days- today- we had to pronounce you gone and decided we must have a funeral," Logan said.

Carlos then understood why everyone was crying.

He turned around and hugged Kendall. One of Kendall's hands held the back of Carlos' repaired head, the other around his torso.

"I didn't want to," he said softly. "But… I couldn't stand to see you in so much pain. You were having seizures- it scared the shit outta me to see you shaking and writhing and your eyes were rolled back. And I just thought… What if this is the rest of his life? And so after the third headache and it was clear you'd have another seizure, I had to bite you. I didn't want that to be your life. I didn't want to see you after surgery with your head shaved and skull cracked open. I didn't wanna have to worry about you having seizures on a date or at our wedding."

Carlos said nothing. He didn't really feel any different, and he wasn't sure what he thought about it all. He didn't remember anything past watching Tom and Jerry, but apparently it was intense. And Kendall had bashed his head in with a pan? How incredibly brave, sad, gruesome, and a bit disturbing.

"I feel shitty," he croaked.

"We have to complete the transformation," Kendall said. "It'll be better tomorrow."

"So… Does this mean me and James can wrestle fairly now?" Carlos asked happily, pulling back to rub tears from Kendall's cheeks. Kendall laughed and Carlos licked his thumbs to wash his tears. "Do I get a cool ring? Do you think I'll look sexy with fangs? Will I get pale?"

"We have to go to your parents' house before we'll know," Kendall said. "You have to drink from a family member."

"What? No way!" Carlos was suddenly defensive. "They can't know!"

"There isn't a choice! They love you, and they'll accept you."

"Kenny you know my dad's a hater!" Carlos hissed. "Well just… We'll go to Javi."

Kendall nodded in acceptance before taking Carlos in another hug.

He was destroyed when Logan told him that Carlos wouldn't wake up. He trusted Logan's opinion more than anyone's, and when James backed him up on it, Kendall couldn't take it.

The happiest moment of his life was when he touched Carlos- REAL, SOLID flesh- and was able to kiss him and hug him and feel his warm skin and hear his heart.

Kendall's mind was racing.

Now that he knew he and Carlos would be together forever, what better time was there to propose?

But he was scared- what if Carlos was too stressed out about the transformation and said no?

Carlos WAS preoccupied. He was afraid of being a vampire, now that it was happening. He was afraid of drinking blood, of being too strong, of living forever, of his parents disapproving of him, of possibly burning in the sun (he had Logan's ring on now), of having fangs, of everything. He knew that Kendall was having a hard time with it, too, but they were both happy that at least he was alive.

"What's bugging you?" Carlos asked from the passenger seat. He was afraid that Kendall didn't want him to be a vampire and had rather he died.

He was surprised when Kendall turned to him, a little happy smile on his face.

"Nothing. Everything's perfect," he answered.

"Good," Carlos nodded thankfully. Kendall's hand plopped down on his knee and he looked at Carlos again.

"Los?" he asked, nervous as hell, but he was balls deep now, right? No turning back.

"Yeah, honey?"

"Will you marry me?"

Carlos' heart exploded and ice poured into his stomach. He wasn't sure what he was feeling right now.

"Never mind. Never mind- it's okay, babe, you're going through a lot right now and-" Kendall said quickly, seeing Carlos' panic.

"Is this a serious thing or are you just fucking around?" Carlos asked, hand covering Kendall's on his knee and weaving their fingers together.

"Well… You're gonna be a vampire soon- we'll be together forever. So why not?"

"You know, I half expected you to not even ask, just start planning a wedding till I caught on," Carlos chuckled.

"I thought about it, but then I realized that I wouldn't even know where to start," Kendall smirked. "So then…"

"Yeah. I mean- duh."

"You sure? We've got forever."

"700 percent positive. I love you."

"I love you too," Kendall smiled, feeling like he could conquer the world.

Carlos had almost thrown up when he had to drink from his brother's wounded arm, but he had to. Javi was willing to do it- he wasn't supportive but he understood that his little brother would die if he didn't turn, so he donated himself.

Carlos had pulled away after a few swallows, his hand over his mouth, brows furrowed. Wow. That was disgusting. It only got worse when Kendall went to Javi's kitchen, gripped a kitchen knife- hard- and ordered Carlos to chug the black liquid that oozed from the wound into the cup.

That really had made Carlos throw up in the bathroom, and so he had to start all over with Javi and Kendall's blood. Kendall had pinched Carlos' nose and held his face up, telling him "Keep it down, Los, or it's just gonna be a vicious cycle". He washed it down with a beer with his brother and Kendall, and they didn't leave until about ten minutes later when Carlos was delirious from fighting the sleep that demanded him, his body needing to complete the transformation.

He slept with his head in Kendall's lap on the way home, Kendall petting his hair.

His Carlos was alive.

They would be together forever.

They were getting married soon.

Life was perfect.

Logan sat on the couch, a hot mug of B positive in his hand and resting on the arm of the chair. He was watching the news. There was debate about allowing a vampire into congress. There no attacked today- a rarity. Weston was now one of only two towns in the area who remained anti-vampire. The Red Cross Association was asking people to give blood- they needed it for blood transfusions and to feed vampires.

"Loge, why d'you always watch the news? Why don't you have a favorite show?" James asked, plopping down on the couch and leaning into Logan.

"I enjoy seeing the world change. Do you remember not too long ago when all that was on the news was vampire attacks? There were none today."

"We're kind like equals now. We don't have to attack," James shrugged. He took the remote and searched for something interesting to watch.

"Kendall texted me. He proposed- they're getting married!"

"That is great! I am happy for them."

James smiled and nodded- he was really happy for them. He knew Carlos was stoked about it, too.

"I've never seen you cry, I don't think," James noted, flipping through channels, always changing the subjects so rapidly. "Oh- nope, I did. One time when we had the big fight of '76 and I was just about to leave."

"Well, perhaps Carlos has a special place in my cold iron heart, and perhaps I was very upset about his death," Logan said smartly.

"I was, too. I mean- he's the buddy that I was shove around and call names, but at the end of the day we'll grab some pizza and watch a hockey game together," James said thoughtfully. "I mean- I could shove YOU around and call YOU names, but you're stronger than me and can take me to the concrete in a heartbeat. And Kendall- we're a different kinda friends. We're kinda like high school chicks- we always end up talking about you and Carlos."

"Do not forget the cuddling," Logan smirked.

"Oh, c'mon."

"Do not worry- I thought it was sweet that you were willing to ignore me in order to comfort him. I knew that it was innocent. But if it ever turned not-so-innocent, I will not tolerate it."

James' mind flashed to his and Kendall's conversation a few days ago.

"Would you tell me if something happened between you?" Logan asked, turning his head to look at James. James thought a second- he told Kendall that he would, but now he wasn't sure. Kendall WAS sorta like his child, and he had to protect him. Logan would kill Kendall.

"No," James said truthfully. Logan's eyes changed.

"James? Has anything happened?"

"No- don't worry about that. But… I wouldn't tell you if it did, cause he can't help it and I hate seeing you a monster."

"But I would want to know."

"Why? I'd make myself feel shitty enough and it'd never happen again. And as long as I belong to you and Kendall belongs to Carlos, there's no problem."

Logan opened his mouth to argue, but found that he didn't know what to say.

"He doesn't feel anything for me," James lied. "And I don't for him. We're bros."

"He has never told you anything?"

"No," James said. Technically it wasn't a lie- Kendall hadn't said anything through that conversation- James did all the talking. "And he never will."

"You are lying to me," Logan said sadly.

"Even if I was, how could you know?"

"I do not know," Logan sighed. "I just do."

"Well you're wrong. YOU'RE my honey. I don't even like blondes- you know that."

Logan laughed a little and nodded, agreeing that maybe he was wrong. Besides- the jizz-in-your-pants kiss that James gave him next was enough to assure him that at least James still loved Logan as much as the day of the first time he told him so.

Logan loved the way one moment James was cuddling up to Logan, cute and innocent, and the next he was lifting Logan to reposition him, his body between Logan's legs and kissing his stomach.

"Why're you so afraid that I'll run off with someone else?" James whispered, breath hot and stimulating on Logan's skin.

"Because you're too perfect for me," Logan said, his hands in James' hair as James kissing up Logan's chest, hitting cloth, and to his lips.

"Have you looked in a mirror lately?" James smirked.

Okay, that last little Jagan moment was sorta reassurance for you non-Kames-haters and just cause there hasn't been Jagan alone scenes for a while. This story is wrapping up quite nicely and I'm thinking 2 or 3 more chapters.

Anyone have ideas for another fantasy story? I'm into bird-kids and vampires, not so big on werewolves, and I'm not sure what else there is. But if you have ideas, just let me know! :D