Chapter 3

Rated: T

Possible Triggers: Character Death

Date: October 15th, 1998

Andrew sat alone in his room. He laid back on his bed and exhaled deeply.

His brother was probably dead, and so was Warren.

The fading sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating Andrew's face as he started to cry again. He stayed like this until the sun went down, leaving his room dark.

Sighing, he sat back up.

Tucker was dead. Warren was-

There was a soft rapt at the window. Andrew looked up, startled, and see saw a figure. It took him a few seconds to realize it was Warren.

"It's about Tucker," Warren said.

Andrew got up and opened the window.

"What about Tucker?" Andrew said.

"Hold on, can I come in?"

"Oh, yeah," Andrew said, moving back and letting Warren in.

"He didn't make it," Warren sighed as he climbed through the window. "We got attacked, and he didn't make it. I had to hide all day before escaping,"

"Oh Yoda," Andrew said, sitting back on his bed.

"I wanted to tell you in person," Warren said.

"Then why didn't you come in through the front door?" Andrew said.

"Tried. Locked,"

"Oh. Right," Andrew sighed.

"Hey, I'm so sorry," Warren said, sitting next to him.

"Why the hell did you guys sneak out anyway?" Andrew said, starting to cry.

"Thrill factor. We were being stupid," Warren said, shaking his head. "Didn't think either of us would die,"

"Idiots," Andrew cried, leaning against Warren's shoulder.

"I know," Warren sighed. He looked down at Andrew and slightly smiled. He cupped the younger boy's face in his hands and kissed him softly.

"Warren?" Andrew asked, opening his eyes as the kiss broke.

"I wanted to do that with you. At least once," Warren said. "Faced with near death and all, makes you not want to wait for stuff to happen,"

"Warren…"

"Sorry. I should go," Warren said, standing up. "Not a good time,"

"Wait," Andrew said, grabbing his hand. "You can't go out there again. It's dark. You can stay the night,"

"Okay," Warren smiled.

"And for the record, you can totally kiss me again," Andrew said, smiling in between tears.

"Good," Warren straddled Andrew's lap and kissed him deeply. He subtly pushed him down and kissed him harder.

As Warren's kisses moved from Andrew's lips to his neck, he sighed. This is really all he'd ever wanted.

At least that's what he was think until he felt a sharp pain in his neck, like two needles.

"Warren!" Andrew cried out, desperately trying to push him away. But Warren was too strong.

Warren clapped a hand to Andrew's mouth. "Hush. Now, there are two ways this can end," He removed his fans from Andrew's neck, still wearing his game face. "One, I just kill you right here. Or two, I turn you,"

Andrew found himself reaching for a stake, but the one on his bedside table was too far away. Besides, this was Warren Mears. His older brother's best friend, and more importantly, the boy he'd been in love with since eighth grade. Could he really kill him?

"What'll it be?" Warren smirked, removing his hand from Andrew's mouth. "To be honest, being a vampire isn't so bad. You never age, never get sick. Unlimited stamina, in every sense," He teasingly licked at the wound on Andrew's neck. "And we could be together. Forever. I know that's what you want, and you know it too,"

Andrew saw no way out of this.

"Turn me," Andrew begged. "Please,"

"Good boy," Warren said as he sunk his teeth back into Andrew's neck. Once he felt Andrew nearly die, he slashed his own wrist and forced it on to Andrew's mouth.

Andrew's body took over as he greedily drunk from Warren, and then promptly died.

Warren smirked and ran a finger along Andrew's neck, knowing it wouldn't be long before he came back. He licked the sweet, delicious blood off of his finger.

He could smell the younger boy's mother upstairs, deeply asleep, and he momentarily considered taking her for himself. In fact, he almost did until he remember Andrew would need a meal for when he woke up.

Warren got up and looked around the room. He'd been in here a few times, but never for long. He skimmed his fingers over Andrew's extensive comic book collection. Thinking of no better way to entertain himself, he grabbed one and started reading.

Andrew woke up a couple hours later. "Hey Warren," He smirked.

"Hey yourself," Warre smirked back, standing up.

"Thanks for turning me, man," Andrew said, standing up and kissing him.

"With pleasure," Warren said. "You hungry?"

"Very," Andrew purred.

"Good, because there's a nice warm meal sleeping upstairs,"

"You want me to kill my own mother?" Andrew said. For a moment, Warren was worried that Andrew had retained his mortal relationships. That he hadn't changed. Andrew smirked and put on his game face. "With pleasure,"

The two walked up the stairs, not caring if they woke her up or not. They pushed into her bedroom, and she was still asleep.

"Mom," Andrew said, shaking her shoulder.

"Yes, dear?" His mother asked groggily, just barely opening her eyes.

"Just wanted to say goodnight," He sing-songed, pulling her up by the collar of her nightgown and sinking his fangs into her throat, causing her to scream in anguish. He drained her of every drop of blood he could before carelessly dropping her body.

"Wow, didn't know you had it in you," Warren said, clearly impressed as he leaned against the doorframe.

"I'm just full of surprises, aren't I?" Andrew grinned, walking up and kissing him.

"So, first kill. How was it?"

"She tasted old," Andrew whined. "Like stale bread,"

"Let's go back to the Bronze then," Warren said, pulling Andrew close by his belt loops. "We'll get you a nice, fresh virgin,"

"Sounds delicious," Andrew said, pulling away and bouncing down the stairs.

Alrighty! I actually wrote a lot of this by hand. Only real difference is that I made Andrew slightly more sadistic in the slaughter of his mother. In all honestly, I feel like given enough time, Vamp Warren could be the next Angelus, with Vamp Andrew being his Spike. (If you really look at Spike and Andrew's stories within the actual Buffy canon, you can really see how similar they are.)