Blood Addicted Killers

A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first story I will be posting. It is a very complicated cross-over between Big Time Rush, Ghost Adventures, and The X-Files. What you're about to read is a fast-paced prolouge to set the story up. Please continue to read it, I know it's not very good. 

This chapter is dedicated to @HunterMay18 for making the awesome cover you see with the story!! Thanks again!

Characters:

Logan Henderson (Vampire)

James Maslow (Vampire)

Kendall Schmidt (human/vampire)

Carlos Pena Jr. (human)

Zak Bagans (human)

Aaron Goodwin (human)

Nick Groff (Human)

Billy Tolley (human)

Jay Wasley (human)

Dana Scully (Human)

Fox Mulder (Human)

Walter Skinner (Human)

O/C Scarlett Johnson (vampire)

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(Introduction of vampire transformation of half-brothers Logan and James)

James’ POV:

Year is 1812         

                We are yet again at war with America, and my brother Logan and I have been drafted into the King’s army. We are not ready to leave our families they need us as we need them; Logan and his young bride are expecting a child soon, she will need his support.

                As for me, my son has fallen ill, and our families are not well to do and medication is hard to find. I cannot leave them at this time, but I am being forced to. Today we are leaving to be trained for the army, and it is with regret that I say goodbye to my wife and children.

Year is 1813

                I find my brother and myself lost wandering through a forest. We are in America, and were idiotic enough to stray away from the rest of the army. I see a woman running through the trees, she looks afraid. Her hair was red as fire, brightening and blinding, and her eyes were a piercing blue-like the ocean. “Excuse me miss!” I said as she ran into me. “Are you alright?”

                “N-no. No, no, no,” she began to ramble on about how some soldiers killed her husband and child. Logan and I did as we should, even though she was not English, and helped her out. Something that I regret.

                We took her to a safe haven, a small abandoned cabin we stumbled upon to be exact, and were prepared to take our leave. “Mr. Henderson, Mr. Maslow, thank you for your help,” she said in a torn, but grateful sounding voice. She took my hand and my brother’s in each of hers.

                She held our hands in a tight grip, “Please don’t leave right away,” she pleaded. She stepped behind us and shut the door that we had opened. “I have to repay you for your help,” she said in a seductive voice.

                “We really must take our leave Miss,” Logan said pulling away.

                “I insist you stay,” she said more firmly. She had us backed against the wall now. She was close to Logan, practically on top of him in a way. He tried to fight her off but was mesmerized by her eyes. He stared at her unable to move.

                She began to kiss him on the neck and then bit him viciously. She snapped his neck and he fell to ground. I found myself cursing at her and making sure my musket was loaded; but the strange, seductive woman took the gun from my hands and threw it across the room.

                “James,” she said hotly in my ear. “Don’t resist me; you know you are weak, so give in.” She was running her hands up and down my body, and she began to kiss me passionately on the lips. She moved to my jaw line and then to my neck. She was right, I was weak.

                I gave into her, let her touch me. I let a moan escape my lips as she pushed herself up against me. All of a sudden her movements became rough and painful. I felt something sharp cut into my neck and a felt a fire go through my veins. Then a snap and blackness consumed me.