I know, it's been a while since I updated. I'm sorry. I was just busy and this story doesn't have my priority. I'll try to update more regularly from now on.

Three months later.

"Logan, I'm home! Get your little ass over here, I'm hungry!" I yelled and slammed the door behind me. I had a crappy day at the studio and really needed something to relax. There was nothing better than delicious blood after a tough day.

The producer made me sing another terrible song. It was just... The last time he gave me a new one, he promised that if I sang that one, I could do one of my own after that. But now I hate one of his bad songs again. Really, if he kept this up I would become real unpopular real fast.

I sat down on the couch and put the tv on. It would take a while before Logan would come out of his room. Simply because he barely had any strength left in his body. If I kept feeding myself off him, he wouldn't live much longer.

I was already slowing down on it, but Logan kept getting weaker and weaker. He was cold constantly and ill often. Often he couldn't even walk and if he did, he had to rest for at least an hour before he could walk again. He was eating less and less, his skin was pale, almost white and he talked only if he really had to.

But over the months I grew fond of the boy. I liked him. He was nice for a human, smart too. When it wasn't feeding time, it was almost like he liked me too. We could laugh together and it was actually nice to spend time with him. He grew to be comfortable around me, James and Carlos.

He even became less reluctant about giving me his blood. I don't know what it was, but he didn't struggle anymore. The first time I did it when he was here, in my home, he begged me not to do it, that he would do anything for me. Just, over time... The first few times he asked me not to do it, but that stopped quickly. Now he didn't say anything anymore when I wanted to drink.

Because of this, I was more careful with him. I always kissed him for a few minutes to get him to relax, for some reason that really helped. I was gentle, only biting down on the same spot every time. In that way he didn't have an awful lot of scars on his neck. And I drank slowly, I found out that hurt him less than drinking fast to get it over with.

The door of Logan's room opened and he came out, stumbling and only barely staying on his legs. It was worse than yesterday. "Can you help me?" He asked softly, leaning against the door post.

I nodded and went over to him. I gently picked him up and carried him to the couch. He was lighter than when I brought him in. He didn't look good at all. If I kept drinking his blood, he wouldn't live much longer. His body couldn't reproduce it fast enough to replace the complete five liters before I took his blood again. There was no way he could survive this, unless I stopped soon.

I just didn't want to stop. Logan's blood was the best I ever had, nothing would ever be as good as this. I was addicted. I couldn't stop until he was dead. It didn't matter how nice he was, it would never be enough to replace the feeling of drinking his blood.

I sat down and continued to hold Logan in my arms. He felt cold, like always. I was prepared for that by now, there was always a blanket lying next to the couch. I took it and carefully put it over Logan. "Thank you," He whispered.

"What did you do today?" I asked him while I rubbed his arm, trying to get him a little warmer.

"I read that book you showed me. I liked it," He whispered. The whispering was something that became normal. He just couldn't talk normally anymore.

"I have a few other books with those old stories. Do you want to read them too?"

He nodded and smiled a little. About a month after he first moved in here, I found out he liked reading, preferably old stories about Knights and things that happened in the Middle Ages. When I was home and didn't need to eat, he often came to me and asked me to tell another story.

I'd lived a thousand years, I had a lot of stories and Logan loved listening to them. I kinda liked it too; it had been a long time since the last time I could tell anyone my stories. James was with me during most of them, I couldn't talk to him about it, he already knew. And after all that time we spent with Carlos, he knew all our stories too.

Logan's eyes lit up every time I started telling him about my time as a knight -ironic, isn't it? He loved it when I told him about the quests I went on, to find the Holy Grail or to defeat a Dragon. Dragons used to exist, but they were all killed in the early Middle Ages. They didn't leave any traces behind, not even their bones, which was why everyone thought Dragons were a myth.

In fact, there were a lot more supernatural creatures the human kind didn't know about. Witches, fairies, trolls, gnomes; they still existed, you just had to know where to look for them. Logan looked like a child on Christmas morning every time I told him more about that world, a world he never knew was real.

But sometimes I couldn't be here to tell him stories, which was why I searched for my old books and gave them to him. Some were made by human and described the stories of the different Knights and Ladies that lived back then. Others came from the magical community and explained where to find ingredients for certain potions that made hair grow or told us what you could do with fairy dust.

Logan didn't just read them, no, he devoured them. He memorized every little detail and asked question about it later. He would come to me, but sometimes, mostly when I wasn't here, he went to Carlos, who shared his enthusiasm about this. And Logan liked Carlos better then James. I gave him right; James could be a pretty scary guy.

"Kendall, why don't witches like vampires?" He asked me. "I'm kinda confused, because if there are no male witches, or wizards, and no female vampires, why don't vampires and witches go with each other? Wouldn't you create something like a super hero then? Half witch, half vampire? That would be awesome, wouldn't it?"

I smiled. "That's impossible, Loges. Vampires only get sons and witches only get daughters; then what gender would a half vampire half witch have? And about your first questions; I don't know why we hate witches or why they hate us. There is just a lot of rivalry between those two groups, both groups think they're better than the other and should have more rights. I just keep out of it. I actually have a really good friend that is a witch; she's like a mother to me, James and Carlos. And she has the same last name as I have."

"Really?" He asked, his eyes lit up in excitement. "Can I meet her too?"

"Maybe, Logan. Maybe you will."

He smiled at me hopeful. Then he blushed and hung his head. "I'm sorry," He whispered. "I'm acting like a child again."

"It's okay, I don't mind," I said. He looked up at me briefly, still with that blush on his face. "Are you feeling a little warmer?"

He nodded, but snuggled tighter against me, resting his head on my shoulder. "Can you tell me another story before you drink my blood?"

I hesitated for a moment. I was getting hungry and I really want to eat. I was still irritated after my bad day and needed his delicious blood to make myself feel better. On the other hand, Logan didn't have long to live anymore. He wanted to hear another story and since he wouldn't be alive much longer I could do him a favor, right? I could wait a while.

"What do you want to hear?" I asked him, smiling a little when Logan started beaming.

"I want to hear that one about the tournament again. Where you and James found out about the plan to kill the Duke and his son."

I nodded, still smiling. That was one of his favorites, I think I told him this three or four times already, but still he was listening quietly and really enjoying the story. I put my arms around him a little tighter and started telling.

"James and I were outside in the woods, riding our horses. We held a competition who could go the fastest. James was winning, but on the last moment my horse sprinted past James' and over the finish line we made of a few small rocks.

I loved that horse. She was a real beauty and I trained her myself. She was kind and friendly towards me, but didn't let anyone else come near her. She was pitch black and shined beautifully in the small autumn sun. I just keep forgetting her name. What did I call her again Logan?"

"Helena," He whispered. "After Helena of Troy.*"

"Right. I named her Helena. James was really bummed he lost again, but before he could ask for another match we heard voices in the woods. That wasn't how it was supposed to be, this was the wood of the Duke and they had no right to be here at that moment.

We heard them talking and at first we wanted to tell them this was the land of the Duke and they were not allowed to come here if they didn't have the right papers, but then we heard them talking about the tournament and decided to listen before judging.

Apparently they were Knights from another part of the country, the bad part. They were indeed here to compete in the tournament and win the money the Duke would give to the winner. Only that wasn't all, they were planning on killing the Duke and his son, then take the Duchess and her daughter and take over the castle.

James and I were shocked. Our Duke was a friendly man and wasn't in war with anyone at that moment. He was nice and organized that tournament to bring out young talent and give everyone a good time. The whole family was nice, they offered help to the poor people; gave clothes and food in the winter when it was cold. They didn't deserve such treatment.

When the men travelled further James and I went back to our horses and drove back to the castle as fast as we could to tell our Duke. When we told him he laughed at us and said he had never heard of something so ridiculous. He thought we were joking with him. Like I said, he was a nice man. He always thought the best of everyone, maybe besides the meanest thieves.

Defeated, James and I went to our room in the castles and tried to think of a plan to protect the Duke without being too obvious. We eventually thought of something; James and I would both join in on the tournament. We were by far the best Knights in the kingdom, because we were vampires and after all we are stronger than humans.

We went out to eat that night. It was difficult to find someone with the scent back then, because there were living less people in and around the castle. We had to travel far before we found some good blood, but luckily we had our ways."

"You were flying, right? Using your wings?" Logan asked.

"We were. It was an easy way to travel, easier then by horse and far more quicker."

"Are you going to show me your wings sometime?" He asked hopeful.

"I don't know, baby. It's been a while since I used them for the last time and there are a lot of lights here."

"Oh, right," He whispered. I felt bad about disappointing him, but it really was kind of impossible to fly out here. People would see and take picture. I couldn't have that.

I pressed a kiss to his forehead, making him blush again. It wasn't a really good idea, because I could feel his blood pulsating under his skin and it made me even more hungry than I already was. But it comforted Logan, so I guess it was kind of worth it.

"Where was I?" I asked confused.

"You and James went out hunting," Logan said, resting his head back on my shoulder.

"Oh, yeah. We found someone and had to share, because we didn't have time to find another person with the scent and get back in time. We flew back to the castle just in time for breakfast. The Duke was talking excitedly, completely not aware of the danger he was in and looking forward to the tournament, just like the rest of his family.

At noon, every knight that would join in had signed himself in and the matches were made. James and I watched them, searching for our enemies. It turned out that James had to fight against one of them, James won and we were happy, because that meant one less person to fight against.

But then we realized we couldn't watch him anymore. As long as he was in the tournament himself, he didn't have the time to go after the Duke. But now the evil knight had an excuse to walk around the city; to find our lord.

James made sure to lose his next match and went to search for him, while I stayed in the tournament to watch the other bad guy.

The sun was setting and James still wasn't anywhere to be seen, but it was time for the final match, the match that would tell us who the winner was. Of course it was me against the second evil knight. We battled for a long time and for a human he was surprisingly strong and quick, but halfway our match, when the sun was down and the battle field was lit up by fire, we heard a scream.

Everyone looked around and saw the first bad knight, the one James had been searching for, holding onto the daughter of the Duke. She was a beautiful girl and everyone that meant something wanted to marry her.

'If you want your daughter to live I suggest you give me the price of the tournament; the money,' He yelled. There was panic amongst the crowd that had been watching us, no one wanted the young girl to die. But the knight pressed his sword against her throat and demanded the money again.

All the while I'd been watching him and didn't notice where the other guy went, until I heard another scream. I turned just in time to see his sword sweeping through the air, straight into the stomach of our Duke. He pulled his sword out of the dead flesh from the body of our Duke in front of him. He turned to the Duke's son, who had nothing to protect himself with because he trusted his father when he said nothing would happen.

Just went the evil Knight pulled his sword back to cut the boy open, James appeared and drove his sword in the evil knight's back, who fell to the ground. He was dead. In the mean time, the second bad knight managed to take the Duke's daughter to his horse and threw her over the back of the horse. He turned back to us and yelled, 'You might have killed my companion, but you'll never get me. Never will you see your pretty Lady again!'

He jumped on the horse and they disappeared into the woods before anyone could react or go after them. Our folk was devastated. We lost our Duke and his daughter in one night. The Duchess was in tears. Her son tried to comfort his mother, but he could barely keep his own tears in."

Logan always cried at this point too, today was no exception. He pressed his face in my shirt and let the tears roll freely. I held him a little tighter, knowing he liked the comforting warmth. He felt saver in my arms and I could understand why. It must be kinda creepy to live in a house full of vampires that could not always control themselves.

"Everyone went home with hanging heads, wondering how we would live from now on. The Duke's son was only sixteen, he wasn't ready to take over his father's role yet. But know there was no choice, he had to do it.

James and I went to our chambers and put on black clothes. Our Duke was dead, we didn't manage to protect him. That was when we took a decision; we would go search for his lost daughter. It was the least we could do.

We went to the highest tower and flew up. We had no success that night. We searched everywhere, but the Lady or her kidnapper were nowhere to be found. James and I never gave up though. On the tenth night, we finally found them. They were in a bar that was also an hotel, the bad knight was using the Duke's daughter as a prostitute and was making a lot of money.

We waited outside, watching the evil knight and some men going up the stairs and coming back down with a grin. We felt terrible for letting her be there, but we had no choice. We wanted to give the guy the most painful death he could imagine, but we had to wait until all the men were asleep. We couldn't have anyone seeing we were vampires.

At three in the morning, all the drunk men had fallen asleep and it was our turned to have our fun. While James carried his sleeping body outside, I snuck up and searched for my Lady in the rooms upstairs. She was still awake and crying badly, thinking she would never get home again. She was so happy to see me.

I took her outside and told her to wait behind the building, hidden in some bushes. Then I searched for James. We finished the guy off quick. We wanted nothing more than to take the girl home and make our people happy.

We flew back home. She was the first human we told about vampires, she was scared at first, but she had nothing to fear, because she didn't have the scent. She promised to not to tell our secret to anyone.

Everyone was so happy we brought her home and there was a big party to celebrate. Eventually, she became the first Duchess that was allowed to reign without a husband. She was wise and smart and good for the people. She used our powers well by sending us on special quests. We were her followers until she died a peaceful dead."

Logan looked up at me and smiled. "I like that story a lot."

"I know, I've to tell you at least one time a week." He blushed again and hid his face in the crook of my neck. Only I didn't want that, because I really, really needed to feed now. "It's time, little Logie," I whispered in his ear before placing a kiss on it.

He looked at me with his big brown eyes full of tears. "I don't want to," He whispered. "It hurts so bad."

"I don't have a choice, baby," I said, softly running my fingers over his cheek. That was a lie, I did have a choice. I could go out and pick a random stranger to eat instead of Logan, but it was just that... No one tasted better than Logan.

"C-Can't we s-sk-skip t-today?" He asked, the tears running down his cheeks.

"I'll have to eventually, Logie. If it's today or tomorrow, I won't change my mind. Why postpone it when you can get it over with now? And then you've a full week ahead of you wherein I don't need to drink your blood."

He cried silently, snuggling closer into me. It was a little weird, because if I was him I would want to be as far away from me as I could possibly go. But instead he was pressing his face him my chest and gripping tightly on my shirt.

"Just relax, baby. I'll go really slow, okay?" I said soothingly.

He looked up at me again. "P-please, K-Kendall?" He begged.

I stared in his eyes for a moment, wondering if I should give in. I decided against it. I'd already given in too much today, I was still the one that took the decisions her. Logan was nothing more to me than a human that served me as food. That he was nice and kind and cute and heck, he was only a child; but it all didn't matter enough to stop me from doing this.

I shook my head and watched the little spark of hope in his eyes disappear. He gave up. He let his head fall back on my shoulder and turned slightly so I had full access to his neck, to his pulse point where the warmest blood was.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," I whispered before biting down hard.

*English Wikipedia says that it's Helen of Troy. But officially it's Helena. And I liked that better.

I made that story up myself. It was kinda lame I think.