AN: Hello I am Charlie Pond and this is my first fanfic. I hope you like my attempt at Klaine mystery story. Enjoy- Pond
Black is the Blood of the Manor
1. Arrival in Vulture
WELCOME TO VULTURE
POPULATION: 25
Kurt Hummel frowns as he re-reads the sign. When Blaine said that they were going to a small town for a case; he didn't imagine it would be this…small. He looks down at his new Armani suit he bought for the case, and knows it will be ruined by the end of it. "Ugh Blaine," he says while tapping his foot, "Get your head out of the car, and tell me why you dragged me here before I decide to leave!"
Blaine Anderson lifts his head up so fast he hits his head on the door. "Ouch!" he begins to rub his head and rushes over to Kurt, papers overflowing in his arms. "Right, well that manor sitting on the hill, Blackblood Manor has had some trouble."
"What trouble?" Kurt says biting his lip. Trouble could mean anything from demons, too serial killers, too aliens. Well maybe not aliens.
Blaine eyes light up, "Well as you can tell by the name the Blackblood family lived there. They had lived there since the 1600s."
"Wait…had lived there? What do you mean had lived there?"
"In the year 1856, after ten years of pure torture," Kurt shudders at the word, "A man named Travis Crow had succeeded in killing off the Blackblood family. He killed Rebecca Blackblood, her husband Matthew, their two children Lily and Jack, and Rebecca's sister Jane."
"He killed children? How old where they?"
"Lily was five, and Jack was seven."
Kurt was speechless. What kind of person tortures a child for ten years, and then kills them? A really bad person, he thought, a really bad fucking person. "Do you know why he killed them?"
Blaine nods and bits his lip, "This part is kind of disturbing. Travis was in love with Jane and wanted to marry her. Jane didn't feel the same way; so Travis got revenge by killing them all."
"So now we know the disturbing story of Blackblood Manor. What's the trouble?"
"You aren't going to believe me, but the spirits of the Blackbloods are forever bound to Travis…unless we free them." Blaine bites his lip and looks at the ground. There is no way Kurt is going to believe him.
"How do you know all this?" Kurt says raising an eyebrow, "Did the spirit of Rebecca come to you in the night or something?"
"Well…" Blaine says looking up slowly to meet Kurt's gaze, "Yes."
"A spirit came to you in the night."
"Yes."
"Told you to free her and her family from a madman."
"Yes."
"And you believed it? How do you know that you weren't just dreaming?"
"Because," Blaine says as he smiles, "She is right behind you."
Kurt turns around. There she was the spirit of Rebecca Blackwood. Her hair up in a bun, her brown eyes showing fear, her dress torn, and her body covered in bruises. "You're…a…a…" Kurt spits out, "A spirit."
"Yes." She says in a soft quiet voice, "Hello Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson. I am so happy you are here to help me and my family. I have a key for you to get inside the manor, but I am afraid I don't have it with me. When you walk up there; look under the doormat."
"You mean the house isn't unlocked?" Blaine says with a surprised tone.
"Blaine," Kurt says while trying not to laugh, "This house has not been lived in since 1856. You honestly think the door is unlocked?"
"Well sorry Mr. Smart-Ass. I don't mean to rain on your parade."
Kurt opened his mouth to respond, but Rebecca beat him too it: "Stop it both of you. I have to go, Travis will notice I have left the manor soon enough. Remember look under the doormat. My children and husband will help you along the way. Watch out for Travis. Good luck Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel."
She disappears. Kurt looks up at the hill where the manor sits. From here it looks sad and tortured. "Let's go," he says quietly.
Kurt starts to walk and Blaine follows. It takes them five minutes to walk up to the manor, and surprisingly, Kurt doesn't get dirty. Both boys make it to the doormat, grab the key, and let themselves inside. Neither of them notices another spirit watching them.
Travis Crow, with his blue eyes filled with hate, begins to laugh. "You won't make it out there alive." He laughs as his floats away, and his brilliant mind begins to think. Right then and there Travis thinks of a plan; on how he is going to kill the people who are trying to save the people he worked so hard to capture.
AN: Dundundun! Well what do you guys think? Leave me a review with any critiques, questions, or love, and most importantly tell me if you want me to continue!- Pond
