Because it's Valentine's Day.

This is the final chapter. That's all there is. There isn't anymore.

Chapter Four

Bo ran to Jimmy's house that night, as soon as he had gathered himself. He didn't bother knocking. He banged on the door. After about six seconds and over a dozen heavy landings of his fist later, Ellie ripped the door open.

Her eyes widened a bit. "Bo? Why are you banging?" she asked.

Bo took in a gulp of air, still out of breath from the jog over here. "Where's Jimmy? I need to talk to him."

"Jimmy?" she repeated in confusion. "He….He was out with you, I thought."

Nodding, Bo took a step back. "Yea. Yea he was. We split up. You sure he's not here?" he asked.

Ellie nodded, now looking concerned. "Bo, what's wrong?" she asked worriedly. Had something happened?

For a moment, Bo considered telling Ellie about Scott and Jimmy and the alley and the whole werewolf vs vampire deal, but then he remembered how Ellie reacted to the supernatural. And something told Bo that Ellie didn't know about Jimmy. He shook his head. "We uh….We had a fight."

"So soon in the relationship? You may not last very long," she teased him, seeming at ease with the explanation.

Bo nodded jerkily, taking a step back. "Maybe not," he agreed quietly. "Look. I'm gonna go….I'll just come back tomorrow and see if he's-" He jerked his arm back, pointing away towards his car parked on the side of the road. "Bye."

With that, Bo left the house. Ellie shut the door. Just before getting in his car, Bo glanced for a long moment at Jimmy's dark bedroom window. Where'd he go? When would he be back? What did this mean for them?



It took ages to fall asleep that night. Every bark of a neighbor's dog had him running to the window. The sound of the wind in the trees made him jump. His mind couldn't shut off and kept racing in circles with no end. It wasn't until early morning that he finally drifted to sleep.

The next morning, Bo felt overly lethargic. He made it downstairs for breakfast at about eleven in the morning and had just finished making himself some scrambled eggs when the doorbell rang. Turning off the stove, Bo padded to the front door. His house was larger than Jimmy's, his family had more money than most in the area. Bo glanced through the peep hole and gasped, ripping the door open.

"Jimmy!" he gasp-shouted.

Jimmy stood on his front porch wearing the jacket from last night, an old pair of jeans, and a wolfman t-shirt. He himself looked a bit worse for wear, though Bo couldn't put his finger exactly on why. His hair was ruffled and there were slight bags under his eyes, but that wasn't quite it. He pulled his right hand from his jacket pocket and gave a nervous little wave.

"Hey….Bo," he greeted quietly, his gaze not meeting Bo's. "Can….can I come in?"

His eyes darted beyond Bo, into the house. Bo stepped aside. "Sure. Of course." Jimmy passed him, making sure not to let any part of himself touch Bo, and Bo noticed how he sniffed the air inconspicuously. "There's no one else here," he said. "My dad had a business trip and took my mom with him."

"Oh," Jimmy flicked his eyes around the entrance room and back to Bo. In all their time as friends, Jimmy had never been to Bo's house. "Good…." He dropped his eyes to the rug in the entry way and scuffed his shoe absently.


Bo cleared his throat and Jimmy looked up at him. "Look, uh, I just made some eggs…if you want any," he offered with a vague shrug of his shoulders and a motion toward the kitchen. Jimmy nodded silently and Bo began leading the way into the kitchen.

He picked the pan up by the handle and deposited the eggs he'd meant for only him onto two plates. Bo had barely set the pan in the sink when Jimmy spoke up.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you." Bo turned around to face Jimmy, who shifted from foot to foot uneasily. He wasn't looking at Bo. "It's…It's been a year since the attack and I've gotten pretty good at hiding it, so I thought maybe I wouldn't have to tell you…because I wanted us to work and I was afraid if you knew then you wouldn't want to be around me," he rushed out. "Ellie doesn't want to acknowledge the attack ever happened, so I couldn't even tell her about the changes. She's….She's normal. She's human like you."

His eyes finally met Bo's and caught there. Bo held his gaze for a long while before sighing, his shoulders drooping. "What makes you think I wouldn't want to be around you, Jimbo?"

The nickname seemed to make Jimmy relax a bit. He took a deep breath, held it for four seconds, and let it out again. "I'm a monster, Bo. I'm cursed." He looked pained. "Last time you met a werewolf…you nearly died. Ellie nearly died. I nearly died. A lot of people got hurt and a lot more ended up dead. Werewolves are bad news."

"And vampires are better," Bo said with barely concealed sarcasm and a shrug.

Jimmy frowned. He held Bo's gaze for what felt like forever but was only about ten seconds. "I didn't know," he said like an apology, catching Bo off guard. "With everything I've learned about this curse over the past year, with all I can do…I mean, I knew he smelled off and there was just something about him, but I couldn't tell he wasn't human and it nearly got you killed!"

"Whoa whoa whoa!" Bo practically shouted, cutting Jimmy off. "What are you talking about? A vampire's a vampire, Jim. There's nothing you could've done." Jimmy opened his mouth to protest and Bo sent him a glare, stopping him. "You saved me from him, Jimmy. He nearly drank me dry, but you stopped him. Isn't that good enough?"

"No one," Jimmy began sorrowfully, "should have to know what exists in the dark. People shouldn't be afraid to go for a walk or see a movie at night because of the monsters that live in it."

"I'm not," Bo stated plainly. He took a step closer to Jimmy. "I can handle myself in most situations, and when I can't…" He shrugged with a smile, stepping again closer to Jimmy, now only two feet away from him. "I've got you, Jimbo."

Jimmy regarded him curiously. "Y-You're not…afraid of me?"

Bo snorted. "You haven't eaten me yet, Jimmy."

The relief that spread across Jimmy's face was indescribable. A smile grew and overtook his entire expression. It faded into a cute frown a moment later. "Oh, and just so you know…I don't kill people. I never have and I never will….I typically run around the woods eating wild animals during the full moon. Though one time I did eat our neighbor's house cast," he admitted with an embarrassed flush. "If I eat a lot of red meat, the bloodlust is easier to control," he explained. "So I don't randomly attack people at school around the ful-"

Bo cut off Jimmy's rant with a firm kiss. Jimmy's arms snapped up around his neck and Bo smirked into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Jimmy's waist. Bo pulled back just far enough to lay his forehead against Jimmy's and smiled. "I was worried you wouldn't talk to me anymore," he admitted quietly.

For a moment, Jimmy looked confused, and then understanding crossed through his eyes. He leaned forward, capturing Bo's lips this time. They kissed three or four times in instant succession, though who was keeping track? Jimmy pulled away a bit to stop it. "I'll be here as long as you want me, Bo. I promise," he breathed out into the space between their lips. In Jimmy's eyes, Bo saw he was telling the complete and utter truth.

He smiled. "Then you'll be here for a long time. I've finally caught you. I'm not letting you go any time soon."



The next day at school was perhaps the funniest day of Bo's life. Scott avoided Bo and Jimmy like the plague. If they were walking down the same hallway, he pressed himself into the lockers to get as far away from them as possible. Of course his little hypnotized worshipers barely noticed a thing, but Bo understood how not-working their minds were.

Scott glared at them as they walked by in the cafeteria and Bo sent him an amiable smile, patronizing him. He plopped down at the usual table with Jimmy across from him, as usual, and sighed in content. "Ah. The sweet smell of victory."

Jimmy raised an eyebrow. "You smell victory?" he asked incredulously.

"What do you smell?" Bo asked rhetorically.

He got an answer though. "Week old gym socks and barbecue sauce," Jimmy answered honestly with a grin. Bo grimaced. "Yea. Great combination, isn't it?" he joked.

Bo shook his head, shivering. "Hey," he said suddenly, an idea popping in his head. "Jimbo." Jimmy didn't look up from his fake school barbecue 'ribs'. "Why am I not a werewolf?"

That got Jimmy to look up. "We ended the line, Bo. The werewolf that started the line that infected you was killed off," he explained like it was simple and obvious. "With Jake gone, the curse ended."

"Yea, but," Bo rubbed his hands together, his elbows propped on the table top. "You're still a werewolf, and you were infected by the same line as me, right?" Jimmy nodded. "So why you and not Ellie or me?"

Jimmy looked down at his food for a long time, suddenly not hungry. After a long while, he glanced up at Bo through his bangs. "During the battle at the house….I sort of drank Jake's blood."

"You what?"

Jimmy's cheeks tinted. "He was attacking Ellie and I didn't know what else to do, so I jumped on his back and bit him as hard as I could." He shrugged minutely, lowering his eyes to his tray again. "I think I mixed blood with him….starting my own line." Jimmy shook his head, leaning away from his food and locking eyes with Bo. "I'm not continuing it, though. I won't force someone else to deal with this," he said seriously.

Bo smiled. "You're amazing, did you know that?"

Jimmy gave a humble smile, lifting his shoulders a bit. Bo caught Scott glaring over at them from across the room and stuck out his tongue. Jimmy laughed under his breath and Bo grinned in triumph.



Scott Edwards transferred to a different school by the end of the month. Brooke tried to get back with Jimmy once he was gone, but Jimmy kissed Bo in greeting before she could fully ask and she ran away in shock and shame. She started dating the vice captain of the wrestling team, Harley Walker. Bo got weekly comments from girls all across school about how hot him and Jimmy were together. Jimmy just smiled secretively when Bo told him about it. All in all, things went back to normal after Scott left.

There was still one question Bo needed answered though.

"How come he could walk around in the sun?"

"Hm?" Jimmy looked up from where he was leaning on the side of his bed reading a comic book, to Bo spread out on the bed above him. "I don't know," he answered mildly with a shrug.

Bo groaned. "That is so unhelpful," he complained, pushing himself up into a sitting position.

Jimmy stood, sliding himself onto the bed with grace he had never possessed before being a werewolf. "The experts on werewolves don't have all the answers. No one really knows all there is to know about werewolves…except werewolves." He shrugged noncommittally again. "Vampires are probably the same way. Maybe they've adapted over the centuries to be able to walk in the sunlight. Maybe they never burned in the first place. There's…really no way of knowing."

Bo grinned with a breath of a laugh. "And I doubt we could ask Scott even if he was still here. He'd probably piss his pants at the sight of you," he chuckled. Jimmy was grinning too.

"He just might." His expression turned contemplative. "I should do some research on vampires versus werewolves. If there's like, some sort of war or feud between us, I should probably know about it."

Bo shook his head before leaning into Jimmy's personal space. "You are such a dork, you know that?" he asked with a toothy grin. Jimmy blinked at him silently with large, open eyes. Bo's grin turned devious. "I like that," he said like it was a dare.

Jimmy smirked and practically crushed their lips together. Challenge accepted.


No tbc this time. It's over. I hope you all enjoyed it! Thanks for reading!