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I can't believe it's been over a month since I last updated this! It took me ages to find the time to write it and now it's finally complete :)

Hope you enjoy the chapter!

This is where all the juicy stuff begins ;)

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~CK15

Chapter 4:

The next week passed by with ease, the boys enjoying their time alone in apartment 2J. They were able to stay out late and play video games until ungodly hours of the morning. It wasn't often that they got a little slice of freedom from the girls of the house, and they made sure that they had made every moment count.

It was now Tuesday, the day before Mrs Knight and Katie returned home and the boys were up at 9:00am ready for a new day. Kendall went into the kitchen, stretching and yawning in his long sleeved grey shirt and striped pyjama pants. He went through the cupboards and searched for a frypan, before going to the pantry in search of sugar, flour and eggs. He was in the mood for pancakes.

A few minutes after having finished making the batter, he began to rub the frypan with butter when he heard the door opening behind him. The blonde turned around to come face to face with the brunette he had been friends with for years.

"Morning." James greeted him, his voice still hoarse from having just woken up. He messed up his hair as he yawned and moved towards the door to pick up the newspaper, which should have already been delivered. He opened it up and snatched up the newspaper from the floor, before shutting it and moving back into the living room, planting himself on the orange couch. Kendall resumed his cooking at that moment and heard after a few minutes activity in the bedroom his two other best friends shared. Carlos bounded out of the room with his hockey helmet still firmly planted on his head, holding his favourite teddy bear, eagerly running towards where the blonde was standing.

"It smells good! What you cooking?" He peered over Kendall's shoulder and grinned broadly when he saw the stack of pancakes next to the stove, the smell wafting into his nostrils. "Ooh! PANCAKES!" He bounded off towards where James was in glee and joined him on the couch, knowing he'd have to be just a little patient, before he could dig in to the delicious breakfast.

Logan rolled his eyes at Carlos' childish behaviour, and joined Kendall in the kitchen. "Want any help?" he asked as he stood next to his friend.

"Nah, I think I'm good. But it would be great if you could start cleaning up." Logan nodded and began washing and wiping the dishes that Kendall had left in the sink. They spent another 5 minutes cooking and cleaning before it was finally time to have the delicious pancake breakfast.

They ate in silence, enjoying each other's company and the freedom of having the apartment to themselves. The mood amongst the four boys was cheerful and calm. That was, until the Latino spotted something that immediately caught his eye in the paper. He recognised the signs immediately. Even though he had been only a rookie, the signs were there as clear as day. The colour photograph in the paper was of a middle aged man, abnormally pale, the life drained from his eyes, and the most distinctive marks of them all, Vampire bites on either side of his neck. The word escaped his mouth before he had a chance to control himself. "Vampires."

Kendall and James' heads shot up at the mere thought that their friend had let the word slip from his lips. He doesn't know does he? They both were thinking in unison, the worry filling them up, but hidden well from their faces.

Logan had looked at his friend in shock. Why would he say such a thing? What could make him say that when he knew that he was specifically not to mention that word unless… Logan leaned right to get a closer look at what his friend was looking at in the paper. The signs were obvious to him the minute he saw it. It was definitely a vampire attack.

Even though it had been mere moments since Carlos had spoken, it felt like a millennia to the blonde who thought he better quickly saw something before something slipped. "Vampires? Really? Carlos have you been watching the Twilight movies again?"

Carlos pouted at his friends but kept silent. He just pointed to the image and Kendall's eyes widened slightly, only enough to alarm James that something was terribly wrong. He followed Kendall's gaze to the image in the paper and was horrified by what he saw. It was the same man. The same man as the one that they had last fed on. He could feel the panic starting to rise in Kendall and knew that he would have to do something to calm him down in the next couple of hours or his friend would probably explode. Firstly, he had to get another idea planted into Carlos' mind.

"Dude," he began, his voice teasing, but even, "You know there is no such thing as vampires, right? It's just a myth. He was probably killed by a needle or injection or something and the person made it look like a vampire attack… But there is no such thing as Vampires!"

Logan, not wanting to blow his cover and risking the others knowing that they were vampire hunters, immediately agreed with James. "He's right you know. There is no such thing as vampires. You really need to be able to distinguish fantasy from reality."

Carlos sighed in defeat, knowing that if Logan was agreeing with James, it was best not to talk about this out loud. He gave Logan a look, telling him they would discuss this later, to which Logan nodded slightly and turned back to his breakfast.

The rest of the breakfast was spent in silence, the air having become thicker with the tension and stress that had been built up from the momentary discussion. After the dishes were washed and put away, the boys went back to their bedrooms, separating the vampires and hunters, giving them a chance to talk.

The two taller members of BTR showered and got into some pool gear, before heading out the door and down to the pool, where they knew they would be having a long chat. This left the shorter two in apartment 2J alone, giving them the space to discuss their plan of attack.

Carlos walked into the living area and sat down on the orange couch, straightening out the newspaper on the table in front of him. "Logie, do you really think that this may be vampire attack?"

Logan sighed and grabbed a juice box from the fridge for the both of them, before siiting down next to his friend. "Honestly, it's the only possible explanation. I mean you can see all the signs." He pointed towards the guys skin, "His skin is abnormally pale, you can see that there's a significant difference between the picture of his body and the picture with his family." He pointed to the mans eyes on the picture, bringing Carlos' attention to them. "See his eyes, they seem paler and if you look carefully," he said as they both leaned in closer to study the image in front of them, "You can see that his pupils are quite large, meaning his eyes were trying to absorb more light, always seen in a vampire attack."

"And of course the bite marks on either side of his neck." Carlos finished for his, pointing to the bites on both sides of the man's neck. Logan nodded in agreement and looked at Carlos.

"Hey Logan," he asked as he looked at the picture again, "There's two bite marks…"

Logan nodded, not understanding fully where his friend was going, but urging him to continue.

"Wouldn't that mean that we're looking for two vampires instead of one?"

Logan thought for a minute and nodded, his lips tight in thought. He turned to Carlos, whose nerves at the task at hand were written all over his face. Logan sighed and looked up at his friend, announcing the inevitable, "Looks like we're going to have to kill two vampires."

Kendall and James arrived at the pool in their swim trunks and a singlet, their towels hanging over their shoulders. They looked around for somewhere to talk in private and saw a free cabana and they began to head towards it. They sat down and sighed before placing their stuff on the table in between them. Since the day was quite hot, they shut the front of the tent to get some more privacy, obviously not wanting to be overheard. Once they were sure no one was going to listen in on them Kendall turned to James, his cool and collected face vanished and replaced with the fear and worry that he was obviously feeling.

"James, you realise that that guy in the photo was the last guy we FED ON?!"

James grabbed Kendall's shoulders to calm him down, knowing full well how Kendall got when he started to stress. "Of course I know man! I saw the photo too! This is terrible! What are we going to do? I thought we disposed of the body well! Somewhere where no one could find it."

Kendall took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He needed to be a leader right now. He needed to figure out how to tackle this. Once e had taken a few breaths, he felt a lot calmer and began to address the situation. "Well, uh how is the substitute blood going?"

James grabbed his black iPhone and quickly scanned through his texts. "Kelly says she should have it ready in the next few days. If everything goes to plan…"

"Well, obviously, we can't hunt for the next few weeks, that much is clear. We're gonna have to wait until the substitute blood is ready. We can't hunt until this whole story has died down."

James nodded, agreeing with everything that his friend said. He went through his phone and began tapping on the screen. "I'll contact Kelly and tell her that we're going to need the substitute as soon as possible, besides I think we're going to start feeling the need to hunt soon, probably in the next week or so."

Kendall knew his friend was right. He had started to feel the typical signs of blood thirst over the last 2 days. The feeling of the need to drink all the time, even after having more than 2 litres of water in one sitting, the heightened senses and the dreams. The dreams always terrified Kendall because he would see himself killing men, women and children, the victim changing every time he shut his eyes. He had found that the sooner he had taken a drink, the sooner the dreams would disappear. And that was one of the only factors that drove him to let his vampire side take over.

Kendall sighed and looked at the brunette sitting opposite him and sighed, "Let's just hope that we can survive through this. Just be careful okay?"

James nodded his eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion, "Yeah of course. That's obvious." He ran his hand through his perfectly styled brunette locks, something he only did when he was extremely worried. "But Kendall, what do you mean by 'Let's hope that we survive this'? Is there something we should be worried about?"

Kendall nodded, and swallowed the spit that was in his mouth, obviously nervous. "Well, yeah. Since it's our kill, we don't want them to find out it's us. We just have to lay low for a while ok?"

"Yeah of course! But who Ken? Who?"

Kendall sighed and leaned towards where James was currently sitting, his voice low and frightened, "The Vampire Hunters James. We don't want the Vampire Hunters to find us... If they do, we're dead."