It's my birthday, bitches! You know what I want most, right? Sex, drugs and rock 'n roll!

I'm not even kidding.

Seriously.

Alright, I am! You happy now! What I really want are… I really want-

Well. You know what I want. I don't have to say it. So, let's get on with the story, shall we? I was so happy with all the positive response! I hope you like this and answers you're questions a bit. I don't know how long this is going to be yet. Depends on what you guys want. But since vampire stories are really popular I guess I can go on with this for a while.

So... Now what?
After Logan passed out at the party, I managed to escape with him without anyone seeing me. I had no idea if he was at the party alone or if he knew other people there, but since no one saw me leaving with him I guess it didn't matter. He mentioned his sister though... But I would deal with that later. She wasn't important.
When I came back to the loft I shared with James and Carlos I immediately dumped Logan in the guest room and locked the door. I didn't think he would wake up any time soon, he lost a lot of blood or that he could escape if he managed to walk, but it was just a lot easier if he stayed in there. I didn't need a human walking around my home with James and Carlos around. Those guys wouldn't question a boy in their house until they finished him.
I couldn't have that. Logan was mine. I wasn't going to share him with my two crazy, obsessed friends. They would kill him. No doubt.
Logan wasn't for killing, I figured that out by now. He was meant to serve me as food. He tasted too good to kill him already, it would be such a waste of blood. I wanted to keep him around for a while, spend some time with him, flirt and kiss a little, and eat him. Slowly, taking small sips, small enough for him to stay alive and -kinda- healthy. I thought that if I drank from him one time a day, his body would have enough time to complement the blood he was missing. I wouldn't take much, maybe a pint a day or something. I was pretty sure a human could recover from the loss of so less blood within a day. You saw it in medical drama series all the time.
I was currently sitting at the table, waiting for James and Carlos to come home before going to bed. If I fell asleep now, Logan would be dead by the time I woke up. No, I had to tell them first to keep the fuck away from him.
I loved my friends, I really did, but they still had to learn to keep their hands off of what was mine. They were just too eager sometimes. The fact that they did everything together didn't really help. Seriously, I have never seen them apart before. They shared a room, they ate from the same person and James' arm seemed to be permanently attached to Carlos' waist.
How long have they been together now? I lost count a long time ago, but it must've been about three hundred years, at least. Carlos was a lot younger than James and I, only four hundred years old. We met him when Carlos' father was punished for his crime. He had a relationship with a human, it's forbidden. He only got a female pregnant, so he could age and die with his love. Carlos was the result.
So when his father was dead, Carlos had been only a child, about five years old. Young vampires need a father to help them and to keep a child in control. Once you became a father, your strength and speed increased so you could control your son. It was your duty.
The council needed a new father for Carlos, preferably two vampires that could be together for a while. James and I decided to do it. We'd been friends ever since our birth. Our fathers had known each other and we were pretty much raised as brothers. We'd been together ever since. So we took the little vampire in and raised him until he could be on his own, only by then he didn't want to leave anymore.
He was a bubbly kid, enthusiastic and curious, and after a few year James and I were more than done with him. He irritated us and we wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible. But the longer Carlos followed us around, the more James started to give in. He got a weak spot for the young vampire.
And then they fell in love. And I was stuck with Carlos forever since I wasn't going to leave James. Over time, I got used to it and befriended the Latino, although I still had those creepy fatherly feelings for him. I feared I was never going to get rid of those.
So we stayed together and went with time. In the middle ages we were in Europe, lived in Castles in England. We met Michelangelo in the Renaissance in Italy. We saw how Napoleon came up and died. We saw the Dutch people pump the water away to create their land.
In the 18 century we went to America and lived in wealth during the civil war -without slaves, of course. We watched the first and second world war from afar, save in our mansion in Canada. And then back to the US to live in New York and watch how the city grew.
And eventually to LA, so I could make it big with my singing talent. I didn't know yet how I was going to explain that I wasn't aging, but I would probably fake my dead and go live in another country. Or continent. I hadn't been in Australia yet... I didn't have to think about it. I still had a few years to have fun at fancy Hollywood parties. Because that was what this was all about, more parties, more people, more food.
The door opened and James and Carlos came in, hand in hand for a change. Apparently James did let go of Carlos. "Hi guys."
"Hey, Kendall!" Carlos said happily. "We went to such a cool party! And James and I found someone with the scent, again! I love this city, there are so much people here! And- wait, is there a human here?" He asked confused. He breathed in and looked at the door of the guest room, right next to my room.
"Yeah, there is," I told him calmly.
"Why? Good smell by the way," James said appreciatively.
"Are you sharing with us?" Carlos asked excitedly.
"No. He's mine."
"Than why is he still alive?" James asked, frowning.
I shrugged. "He tasted too good to kill him immediately."
"Can we taste too? I promise I won't kill him," Carlos said eagerly.
"Yeah. No. Just... Don't touch him." The Latino pouted and turned to James, as if he hoped his lover would tell him they would still do it.
James ignored him and looked at me, thinking deeply. "What?" I asked.
"Nothing. We won't touch him, staying away will be a little bit difficult because we live here too, but we'll try." He paused and glanced at Carlos. "Kendall, just... be careful."
He looked at Carlos again and now I understood he was revering to something. Carlos' father. James was afraid I was going to fall in love with the young boy in our guest room. I chuckled, "That won't happen, James, chillex."
"Alright then, we're going to our room if you need us," He said.
"Have fun!" I called. James grinned and Carlos blushed and then they were gone.
I shook my head. Falling in love with a human was the last thing I was planning on doing. I liked living too much. And loving a human was a crime. It was dangerous for everyone, because we didn't want to be discovered. All vampires were perfectly fine with this situation. If no one knew about us, no one would suspect a thing.
No, loving humans only brought bad things. Like dead. And pain. Carlos' dad, I thought his name was Roberto, wasn't the first fool. Many others came before him. All of their stories were similar.
Roberto met a woman, someone who didn't have the scent, but was attractive to a vampire. They fell in love. This was simple enough. As long as the human didn't know his or her lover was a vampire everything was okay. But when you love someone, you want to spend the rest of your life with him or her. Only vampires don't age. Which makes everything difficult.
To hide the fact he didn't age, Roberto cheated on the woman he loved with another woman and got her pregnant. The thing with vampire pregnancy is simple. There wasn't something like a female vampire. Those just didn't exist. It was impossible. So a vampire 'male' used a human to create a heir. Which was always a son. Being pregnant with a vampire was probably the most painful thing a human could ever endure. Vampire babies fed on their mothers blood during the whole pregnancy that lasted two months. The woman was already half dead when it was time to give birth. She never survived to see her child.
In other words, I killed my own mother. Not that I cared, it was all she was good for, just food.
I sighed and got up. I was going to take a quick nap for an hour or two. That had to be done too. I reached my chamber and opened the door, but than changed my mind and went to the guest room.
Logan was lying in the same position I left him in; on his side with his back turned to the door. I closed the door behind me and locked it. This was the only room that could be locked from the inside and the outside, for obvious reasons like locking humans in it to eat later. Vampires gave parties too, you know.
I slowly went up to Logan and placed a hand on his head, surprised about how cold he felt. I shouldn't be surprised, if I got warm of blood, he got cold from the lack of. I should've thought of that earlier. I carefully picked him up and pulled the blankets back with my feet, before lying him back down and pulling the blankets over him.
When I was halfway I noticed the bump in the pocket of his jeans. I dropped the covers and sneaked my hand into his pocket, only to pull out an old, black leather wallet. Interesting...
I opened it, the first things I found were a few cards; most of them were old and not used in a long time. All of them were owned by a certain L.P. Mitchell. Logan.
The next thing I noticed was that there was barely any money in it. Four dollar and 23 cents. He either didn't have any more or he had it somewhere else. Oh well, he wasn't going to need it anymore. He wasn't going to leave this house... before his dead.
I was about to close the wallet and throw it away when I noticed the pictures in a corner. Confused I sat down on the bed and brought the wallet close to my face to see the pictures better. They were old and got vague over time. On the first were three people, a woman with the same brown eyes as Logan had. He looked a lot like her in general, so I guessed she was his mother. She was lying in a hospital bed and had a bandana around her head. She was wearing a hospital gown. A young, probably five or six year old boy who was probably Logan was sitting next to her on the bed. A ten year old blonde girl was standing next to the bed and held her mother's hand. She didn't look like her family at all, but she was still strangely familiar to me.
His mother had cancer, I realized as I thought about the bandana again. She lost her hair from the Chemotherapy. She looked overall pretty sick. She must be dead by now...
I quickly looked at the other picture when I started to feel sorry for the brown eyed woman one the photo. This one was made years later, now only with Logan and the blonde girl who must be his sister. On this picture Logan must've been 12 or 13 and the girl at least eighteen. They looked happy and healthy.
And then I recognized her. The blonde girl on this picture was the same girl I killed at the party. I murdered Logan's sister. Now, I could see why she was so familiar, the shape of their eyes was the same, just as their lips and cheeks and face and ears. I realized something else too, something important I'd never noticed before. Siblings that both had the scent. Was that something all siblings had? Because that would mean the scent was a family thing, something that came with the DNA you got from your parents and not arbitrary like we always thought.
Hmm. I would've to do some research about that sometime.
But really? That I killed his sister didn't matter much either. He wasn't ever getting out of here again. I would never give him a chance to contact her. I could just keep this a secret. As long as he was here and served me as my food he might as well believe the lie that his sis was alive and happy. If only to keep him calm. This would all become a lot harder if he hated me.
Of course, I was pretty sure he hated me already. Especially when he found out he would've to feed me every day. Maybe if I killed him the first time he would forgive me, because now he could be with his mom and sister again. Now, I was just going to torture him.
I did feel a little bad about it.
But he's delicious!
I got up and opened the window, I was about to drop the wallet and let it disappear into the depths, but then changed my mind again and put the wallet on the night stand. I just couldn't do that to him. The pictures were memories, probably important to him. If there was anything I could do to make his time here a little more bearable, this was it.
I went over to the other side and climbed into the bed. I had no idea why, but I felt like sleeping with him. In the platonic sense of the words. But I didn't have to explain myself, not to anyone. Logan was mine now, I could do with him what I wanted.
I scooted behind him and pressed my front against his back. He still felt cold and didn't react to my touch at all. He was still unconscious. I breathed in deeply, loving his scent. I listened to his heartbeat, a surprisingly nice lullaby, and let it lull me to sleep.
~Found You~
I woke up when I felt Logan shifting in my arms. I smirked and tensed my muscles to make him stop. "Don't. Move," I whispered in his ear.
He froze. His heartbeat started rising. I absolutely loved it.
I kissed his ear, sensing his fear. I slowly kissed my way down to his pulse point and let my hands travel down his chest until I reached his wrists and took them in one hand. "Please, don't," Logan begged. He sounded terrified and began to shake.
"Tell me why I should," I ordered him.
"I'll do anything, Kendall. It h-hurts so b-bad."
I released his wrists and pulled away from his neck, relaxing behind him but not taking my arms away from his waist. Logan laid perfectly still, not daring to do anything except for breathing.
"You're going to do whatever I ask you anyway, but I'll be nice. For today," I said lazily. Some of the tension left his body, but he wasn't exactly relaxing yet either.
We rested in silence for a while. I was enjoying this immensely. It was true; Logan was going to do whatever I asked of him. Or he would prefer a slow painful dead. I got a kick from the power I had over this kid, the fact that he couldn't do anything to save himself only made this better.
I could just use him as my food, but what was the fun of that? I was still a man and men had needs. That was no different as a vampire. And Logan wasn't at all bad looking. He was... Beautiful. Not exactly in a sexy way, more in a innocent, childish manner.
I suddenly climbed on top of Logan, putting my hands on either side of his head. He stared up at me, eyes wide in fear and biting his bottom lip to not scream out. I smirked, loving how I could smell his wonderful scent better when he was scared. I slowly leaned down to his ear and nipped on the skin below his ear.
Logan whimpered and put his hands on my chest as he tried to push me off of him. It was a poor try. I placed kisses on his jaw line until I reached his lips. I paused for a moment, listening to the short pants escaping his mouth. I couldn't hold it any longer and kissed him.
It was just as the first time we kissed. The feeling was glorious, almost as good as his blood. He wasn't really kissing me back yet, like the first time, but we were getting there. I slowly moved my lips on his, loving how he frozen in fear, but was starting to relax and forget he was kissing me, a vampire.

I pried his lips apart with my tongue and started teasing the inside of his mouth as I moved my hands under his shirt over his sides. He shivered and arched his back, unconsciously pushing himself against me. I smirked and used my hands to push him back into the mattress and hold him there. I pulled away and looked down at him smugly.

Logan realized what he just did and the horror slowly crept on his face. I kissed him again, but was met with unwilling lips. Exactly as I expected.

I got off of him and started walking to the door. "K-Kendall, wait," Logan called weakly.

I opened the door and turned around. "Yes?"

"W-when can I g-go?"

I stared at him unbelievably and then started laughing. "Go? You're not going anywhere, Logie. You're mine now. Mine to please me, I can do with you whatever I want. You're not leaving this house alive," I told him.

I closed the door behind me, the last thing I saw of Logan his big, brown, tear filled eyes full of nothing but ultimate terror.

So, what did you think? I know it was bad, not edited and stuff. But how is the story line? And the characters? I could really use some help on those. What do you guys want to read?