I'm so sorry for the long, long wait. Please forgive me!

I woke up from someone nibbling and licking on my neck. I immediately stiffened up; having my neck been bitten more than several times sure made it sensitive and I was terrified to let anyone's mouth near my neck. Waking up like this wasn't just terrifying, I was deadly afraid of any mouth near my skin.

I started squirming and tried to get away from the lips and immensely sharp teeth that belonged to vampire Kendall, teeth that sank through my skin and into my veins as easy as my fingers moving through air. But I didn't want that again, he just drank my blood, he always waited seven days until he took my blood again. I wasn't ready yet, even squirming like this cost me huge amounts of energy that I should be using for something else.

"Do. Not. Move," Kendall hissed in my ear and tightened his already steel arms around my waist; as if I could escape him. Yeah right.

But it served his purpose as stayed still after that, allowing him to lick and suck on my neck, my jaw and part of my shoulder as if he was grooming me or something. I knew better than to protest and didn't move, even when this took over half an hour and I was getting more and more anxious when he got closer to that spot on my neck.

Kendall hummed when he pulled away and nuzzled my hair, inhaling deeply a few times before releasing his grip on me. I knew I was free to go know, but once I realized Kendall was done having his mouth and teeth and fangs near my neck I rather wanted to stay here. Kendall was a safe place to be in this house. Everything and everyone else was scary, but Kendall never hurt me when he didn't need my blood. He was nice then.

And I tried my hardest to be nice as well, maybe if I was nice, I reasoned, he wouldn't take my blood as much as he did now. So far it wasn't really working, but I liked to keep hoping. Especially since hope was the last thing I had.

I never had much; ran away from my foster parents with my sister Nina, lived on the streets with barely any clothes or food while Nina whored herself out to random man and liked it, while she dumped me in the library because it was the only place she knew she could leave a child for a whole day until she had time for me again. She loved me, I knew that, if she didn't she wouldn't have taken me with her, but she didn't have enough love for me to start the search for a real job so we could pay for a home and education.

I would've loved it to go to school. Ever since I was a four year old, I knew I wanted to be a doctor. Of course I knew that without a proper education I would never even get into med school, but I had done so much research on it; read every book on medicine, biology, anatomy, chemistry and physics, searched the internet for hours to figure out every little details, made notes and hid them under that loose stone next to Starbucks where no one would find them. I remembered everything, knew everything a doctor was supposed to know, but it wouldn't ever be enough to start working as one.

My life had sucked and in a way, it had gotten better since I became Kendall's favorite snack. I lived in a house, got three meals a day, slept in a soft, big, warm bed and was allowed to do anything I wanted as long as I stayed in the apartment. I had excess to hundreds and hundreds of centuries old books Kendall and James had collected over the years; information about trolls and elves and fairies and witches and gnomes and leprechauns and unicorns and werewolves and vampires and many more mythical creatures that actually existed.

In that way I was better off, but I had to pay a really high price for it. My blood. The red liquid in my veins that transported oxygen and cells through my body to keep my alive and strong. The lesser blood, the lesser oxygen went to my muscles and organs. It tired me out so quickly, weakened my immune and nervous system. I was dying and I knew it, wouldn't survive the year unless Kendall stopped feeding himself from me.

But he was never going to do that. From the few books about vampires Kendall had allowed me to read I'd learned vampires were attracted to humans that had a certain scent, that made them extra desirable for vampires because the taste of their blood was better and made them stronger than the blood of a normal human did. Apparently I was one, an unfortunate person with delicious blood, or he wouldn't keep me alive so Kendall could drink from me every week.

It was a terrifying thought to be some vampires favorite meal.

Well, I was probably every vampire's favorite meal. The way James, and even Carlos, looked at me hungrily said enough. The two other vampires terrified me so much more than Kendall did. With him I knew exactly what to expect and I was prepared for that, but everything the other two that was a mystery and I was afraid that someday, when Kendall was gone, they would come in my room and eat me until I died.

Especially James was scary and might do that. Once when Kendall was gone and I was on my way to the bathroom -a trip that took me ten minutes if I had to walk- James was suddenly next to me and helping me walk. It seemed like a nice gesture, but his arm was just a little too tight around my waist and his nose and mouth went to my hair and neck just a little bit too often.

And just the other day, he cornered me in my room and climbed over me, a wicked grin on his face and the two blue veins that ran from the corners of his mouth towards his heart were just as obvious as Kendall's when he was about to drink my blood. I laid still and stared up at him, not that there was anything else I could do. "Just a few sips," He'd murmured. "Kendall won't mind, and I don't feel like waiting until tomorrow to go hunt."

Just a moment later Kendall came home and James was up and out of my room before I even noticed it.

Carlos was nicer. He didn't try to eat me. Sometimes he would come to me and we would talk for hours and hours. He shared my fascination for the 'magic world' as I started calling it, though he was a part of it himself. He knew so much more than I did, but compared to James and Kendall he was still a child like me. I wondered if it took longer for vampires to grow up emotionally, because Carlos was about five hundred years old and still he acted like a sixteen year old. He looked younger than James and Kendall as well, both of them were over a thousand years old... I was going to ask Kendall about that.

I flinched when I felt teeth grazing my skin and whimpered quietly in distress, he had just eaten, how could he possibly be hungry already?. Kendall just chuckled and continued grazing his fangs over the thin skin of my neck until I started trembling in fear; I didn't want to die yet. "You're cute when you're petrified, Logie," Kendall purred and lightly bit in my skin, making me gasp out. He started laughing when he pulled away, "That weren't even my fangs!"

I felt humiliated and embarrassed, the fact that he kept me as his prisoner and drank my blood on a weekly basis didn't mean he could treat me like a stupid dog! I was sure that even vampires had feelings and I would like to hurt Kendall's someday. I struggled to get out of the steel arms that had been holding me and because Kendall was still laughing he let me go, not even noticing as I climbed out of bed and started my search for some clothes to wear, until I noticed moving was surprisingly painless and easy. An experience I hadn't had since Kendall first sucked my blood three months ago.

I was sore all over, all my muscles ached and my stomach growled in protest; but I could move better than I expected and I didn't even feel tired yet! Experimentally I started stretching my legs and arms, then bending them and even jumping a few times to test all my body parts. I bend over, trying and succeeding to touch my toes without bending my legs. I heard a low whistle coming from the bed and realized my behind was on full display for the vampire on the bed. "Nice ass," He said impressed.

I quickly stood straight again and turned around, deciding I rather showed Kendall my blushing face than my butt that was only covered by a pair of boxer briefs. I blushed even more when I realized someone had stripped me off my pants when I was unconscious, most likely the blonde guy that had just been admiring my behind.

"Why can I move?" I blurted out, the first thing that came to my mind when I thought of something to distract Kendall from my butt.

He shrugged. "I had eaten on Saturday when I went to my new single release party and I wasn't hungry at all Sunday. That I drank your blood was more to show you I'm still in control than because I was hungry. And you're blood is still the best ever. So the reason you can move is because I stopped drinking the moment you passed out and because you slept three days to strengthen yourself."

His revelation made me feel odd. Over the past months I had always been Kendall's only source of food and knowing that he could just get is elsewhere made me feel... Useless and hurt. The idea that an important person, a vampire, like Kendall needed me for something was great and it made me feel better about myself, about my whole life. But now Kendall had show me I was just as replaceable as a pencil. That I was just a human. Just food to him.

It hurt even more when I figured out I saw Kendall as more than a predator, my tormentor and torturer. He was also the first person who was actually nice to me, who took care of me -for all the wrong reasons, but still. I'd had a miserable life before I came here and Kendall rescued me from it in some way, he had given me a reason to live, but when he just went out and sucked the blood out of the first person he thought smelled good, it was all gone.

It didn't matter to Kendall if I died or not, he was only keeping me around now because he liked my blood and wanted to have a stash of it. After all, when I died I wouldn't make any more blood. But I had thought we had a tighter bond than just the one of food and eater. I had hoped Kendall would see he liked me back and then went out to find a way to make me immortal as well so we could live together forever; as lovers, as equals.

Oh no. I liked a vampire. I'd fallen for a vampire.

"You have to explain that last emotion on your face, Logan. I've no idea why you should feel panicky." His voice was sharp and his expression serious, as if he knew full well what I'd been thinking about. "Come here," He commanded.

I hesitated for a moment, but then decided it was better to do what he said. I might've been able to move now, but there was no way I could escape from a vampire. Kendall took my hands when I reached the bed, pulling me onto the bed until I was straddling him. He dropped my hands on his stomach and placed them on my hips. "I'm not heartless, you know. With all the time I've spent on this planet, around humans, there's never been anyone like you."

I smiled a little and leaned forward until my head was resting on his shoulder. "So you like me back then?" I might as well say it, I didn't have anything to lose. I didn't even own anything.

Though I hadn't expect Kendall to say this. "No," He said in disbelieve. "Come on, Logan, if I would fall for anyone it would be a vampire, someone who would be able to live on with me forever. You'll be dead in eighty years."

Oh. Right. I knew better than to try to get away from Kendall, instead I just focused on keeping back my tears and not sobbing like a little kid. I knew this would happen, but I couldn't help feel rejected and even more useless. "Let me tell you a story," Kendall mumbled and started running his fingers over my back, massaging gently.

"Four hundred years ago, there was a vampire named Roberto. He had a peaceful life, living Barcelona. Until he met a woman named Sylvia. She was just an ordinary human girl, that didn't have the scent, and lived with her family a couple of streets away from the vampire. One day they met and fell in love. So far, everything was okay. As long as Sylvia didn't know her lover was a vampire, they could be together.

But when you love someone, you want to stay with them and grow old with them. So Roberto cheated on his beloved Sylvia and got another woman pregnant, so he could grow old with her and they could die together. Roberto admitted to her he had cheated, but she forgave him and two months later they had a healthy baby boy named Carlos to take care of."

I gasped. "Carlos' father?"

Kendall nodded seriously. "For a while everything went well, but of course Roberto couldn't keep his secret any longer. He told his newlywed wife he was a vampire and that his son was one too. Sylvia forgave her husband because she loved him so much and agreed to keep it a secret for his sake.

Now, how they found out about it is still a mystery, but the head vampires somehow knew of Roberto's romance with human Sylvia. He had disobeyed the law and Roberto and Sylvia got killed. They searched for a vampire that wanted to raise the on that moment five year old Carlos and James and I agreed to do it. But after four hundred years we're still stuck with him.

And that is why there's nothing ever going to happen between us. I like living, Logan, and frankly you already know way too much. Humans aren't supposed to know about mythical creatures that are still among them. It's dangerous for our kind and it's the one law every creature agrees on. If they ever find out about you, you will be killed and so will I, because I was the one that told you all of this. I'm sorry, Logan, but you probably won't live much longer."

I felt tears well up at the idea of dying so young. Why me? Why couldn't I be enough for Kendall? It wasn't fair. My miserable life was going to end before it did even have a chance of getting better? "B-but I c-can stay quiet! I'll n-never t-t-tell anyone about you or your world, I swear!"

Kendall sighed and didn't answer, but continued to run his fingers over my back. I melted into it somewhat but it wasn't enough to stop my tears. I could be good. I was able of keeping a secret. "I don't want to die yet, Kendall," I whispered and turned my head to brush my lips over his cheek. "Please, don't kill me? Please?"

I didn't know what I was doing when I crawled higher up Kendall's body and pressed our lips together. Seducing my future murderer? That didn't make any sense. It seemed to be working though, when Kendall wrapped one arm tightly around my waist and cupped the back of my neck with his free hand. I kissed him softly, mainly because I had no idea what I was doing, but it was also exciting Kendall, who had started moving with me and took over quickly. Always in control.

He parted his lips and ran his tongue over my lips before prying them apart. I sighed into it, moaning quietly every time Kendall did pressed something sensitive in my mouth. Kendall's hand sneaked under my shirt and ran up my side, making me arch into him. His hand on my neck moved down too, going up my other side.

I didn't know if it was because he was a vampire or because I liked him, but his touches were heated and his lips felt like electricity on mine. It was a perfect fit, why couldn't Kendall feel that? I poured all my feelings into the kiss, hoping he would see that I could be a good partner. It was my last chance, I had to get Kendall to like me or he would kill me.

Suddenly he flipped us over and his mouth was on my neck, teeth digging in my skin warningly. I froze, my hands fell from his hair and I stared up at him, pleading him silently not to kill me. As quick as all this happened he pulled away and glared at me. "Don't do that again," He hissed and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

So yeah…