It was 1:45 am and Blaine had walked along the London fog lusting for the blood of his prey.
He wanted, no needed, to feel the adrenaline rush from feasting on others blood. The taste, the smell, the feeling. He needed it. He craved it.
He was blood thirsty.
Blaine walked along the streets of the torn down neighborhoods as he followed his sense of smell to find the correct blood type.
As he walked, he passed a fair few people -most were prostitutes and the others their clients- but none of which that struck his desires till there.
A blonde mid-twenty looking woman -not much older from himself- who was quite obviously dressed for her occupation as a prostitute who was ,what seemed like, awaiting for a customer to approach her.
Prostitutes were the most vulnerable. They were the most oblivious to fall into a trap as devilish as the one that Blaine had up his sleeve. You could easily allure them in with mind games only to corner them into the point of no return.
Blaine fingered around his hair to tuck away any loose strands of hair and headed towards the women.
"Excuse me." Blaine said in a husky voice as she turned in response.
She eyed him up and down.
"You interested, love?" She asked.
Blaine moved closer into her personal space, looking down at her with lust filled eyes. Pupils wide and black from hunger. Yes, she'll be just fine.
"How much?" Blaine asked.
"£600." She answered.
"That's a little pricey for some trash don't you think?"
She stood there with no reaction as if she were immune to the slut shaming - well it was her job after all.
"Look, love. You either take it or leave it."
"Fine." Blaine said as he handed her the money
She grinned widely as she observed his body admiringly.
"Make thiis night worthwhile." She demanded.
Blaine grinned at her as he clutched her waist and pulled her to his chest as he leaned down to whisper into her ear deeply and hotly.
"Don't worry ,sweetheart. This is one night you won't forget. Believe me." Blaine whispered and tugged at her ear with his teeth before pulling back.
He led her into the dark alleyway nearby only for her worst, unrealistic, nightmare to come true.
XXXX
Kurt Hummel, an exchange senior student from America, was having a late-night with a few of the girls he had begun hitting it off with, experiencing new things which worked differently compared to his hometown, Ohio.
It was a girl named Lindsy, who had a heavy -what could be best described as chav- accent, long, straight, blonde hair, always chewed on gum, and wore clothes which revealed way too much skin, who had brought up the idea to head over to the pub -seeing as the drinking age in England is 18+- and Kurt voluntarily accepted the invitation after the had pleaded with him for a good hour. What could be the harm in just a few drinks?
Night had soon turned into early morning, though the chattering and energy in the pub still remained. It was packed with people full of enjoyment -well, those that weren't at the front throwing up or heavily hooking up with each other.
Kurt examined the crowd out to see if anyone fit his interest as the girls were crowded around a table of guys, flirting nonetheless.
"One Johnnie Walker, thanks." An American accent had asked beside Kurt. Kurt instantly shot his head to his left in excitement to hear another American.
It was a tanned, muscular man with dark hair, wearing expensive brand name clothing -Kurt would know.
As the guy fetched for his wallet he turned his gaze to Kurt and noticed he was starring. Blaine grinned widely at the boy beside him, -oh, God those hazel eyes!- letting his image sink in as he made the boy blush a furious red and turned his eye contact anywhere but at Blaine, feeling embarrassed he had just been caught.
"Thanks." Blaine said as he received his alcoholic beverage and handed the money.
He eyed the boy up and down admiringly. The boy was beautiful. He had lovely blue eyes, slim waist, skinny figure, pale, white skin, great styled hair, great taste in clothing, and blushed a beautiful red.
As the man approached Kurt, his heart began to pound, feeling anxious that some stranger in a town he had barely known -considering he'd only been an exchange student for less than a month.
"This seat taken?" The man had asked, holding a grip to the stool next to Kurt.
Kurt shook his head. He couldn't find the energy to speak, even if he tried.
"You here alone?" He asked.
"No-no," Kurt stuttered.
"American?" Blaine said with wide eyes.
"Y-y-y-yeah. American." Kurt said shakily.
"I'm Blaine." He introduced.
"Kurt." He greeted back.
Blaine smirked at how adorable it was that Kurt was nervous. It as if he had sensed Blaine's dark secret. "Who you here with?" He asked.
"With a few friends." He said as he gestured to the direction where the girls were still flirting with the guys as they were showing off to the girl's their biceps as they flexed.
"Well they look pretty occupied," Blaine said. He leaned beside Kurt to whisper in his ear. "How about we get out of this place?" Blaine suggested, whispering hotly in Kurt's ear which caused the hot breath to make Kurt shiver.
"Sure." Kurt nodded.
Blaine quickly drunk the last remaining of his drink and began heading out the door with Kurt tagging along.
Kurt really didn't know what he was getting himself into.