Summary:

What would you do if your ex-lover were to stalk you to your new school and kills everyone you know because you had left him without saying a proper goodbye? What would you say to him if the both of you were standing face-to-face with each other and there is no way to escape from him?

Sam Evans and Blaine Anderson knew each other and were in love way before they transferred to McKinley and Dalton. Because gays are not accepted in some places in the world, they get bullied around a lot especially by the popular kids in school. They went on a killing spree and no one ever suspected them being the murderers.

Not wanting to be involved with the lifestyle anymore, Sam leaves Blaine without saying goodbye as he feared of the boy's reaction to his leaving. Soon, he starts receiving letters and emails from his ex-lover to come back to him. Mails turn to parcels and parcels turns to threats.

His new friends starts dying one after another.

The real question is: How can you deal with it all? Do you pack up and run again? Or do you stay and fight the boy you're still madly in love with?

A/N: Okay, so this is literally my first try in writing a serial killer fiction – especially with having two Glee characters as the main people. Nonetheless, I'm still proud of the prologue. Do you guys think I need to improve on anything? I know the next few chapters would be exciting to write! :D

Prologue

Sam stared at the blood dripping down onto the concrete floor from his left hand, letting the emotions roll in. He had just killed someone – again. He didn't meant for it to happen this way. In fact, he had promised himself to never do this again. But he couldn't help it. He would do just about anything for him.

"Sam, come here," a male voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

Sam dropped the knife he was holding with his other hand and turned to Blaine Anderson – the boy he loved deeply. His eyes wandered down towards the corpse by Blaine's feet, noticing how Blaine had become more... sadistic in his killings. The corpse had his abdomen ripped open with a blunt knife; Blaine making sure the victim's stomach were taken out and stomped upon.

Sam remained at the spot he was in, not wanting to step any closer to his lover. Blaine bent down and reached his hand into the victim's ribcage, trying to find for something in particular. Sam couldn't help but to frown and look away instead to the other corpse he had killed.

"Sam," Blaine called out for him again, there was a certain tone of anger and impatience buried deep within. "Come here."

Sam cringed at the tone and took a few small steps towards his lover, staring at his own feet. He felt Blaine grab his jaw, forcing him to look into the boy's chocolate brown eyes as he tried not to yelp in pain at the strength the other boy had. He tried shrugging his face away but Blaine wouldn't let go.

Blaine moved forward to press his lips against the sandy brown-haired boy's. Once upon a time, something like this would've thrilled him but now, now he was just tired of it all. Sam gathered enough strength to pull away from his lover's grip and took a step back.

"You promised we wouldn't go around doing this anymore," he said softly, looking back down at his black Converse sneakers.

Silence filled the room and he could feel Blaine staring at him in disbelief. Sam tried to push away all the negative thoughts that were trying to invade his mind as he wiped away the wet and sticky substance on his face.

"Don't you love how free you feel after killing them?" Blaine asked as he daringly took a step forward. Sam had to force himself not to take another step back as his lover took him by the shoulders. "Don't you feel good knowing that people like them – who makes people like us want to kill ourselves – deserves the punishment? Sammy, we're helping society here."

Sam didn't move or look up into Blaine's eyes. Sam was a little taller than the other boy was so he looked up at the ceiling instead – a way to make sure Blaine couldn't see his real emotions. Blaine could see that his words were not having an effect on the other boy anymore. Instead, he did the next best thing he could think of.

"Sam," Blaine cupped his lover's face and made him look down at him. "Have you forgotten what those guys did to you?" he questioned, causing the latter to ball his fists.

Of course he remembered what those jocks did to him. And they deserved to die. All of them deserved to die and have their penises castrated.

Blaine smirked a little but like a switch, it was gone in an instant as he continued, "We're just taking law into our own hands because the cops cannot do jack about it."

Sam had that face – the face that told the curly-haired boy that he had a point. Blaine wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist, squeezing the boy comfortingly. He didn't speak a word. After a few silent moments, he pulled away and tip-toed so he could kiss the other boy on the lips with passion and lust. The other boy returned the same passionate kiss, dipping his head down so Blaine didn't have to be on his toes as he pulled the latter closer to him.

Blaine made a gutteral groan as his hands played with the button on Sam's jeans, fingers making their way down to the zippers. As they began to take each other's clothes off, Sam couldn't help but to think of the fact that he needed to leave this lifestyle Blaine seem to be enjoying.

He needed out.

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Sam turned off the ignition to his black SUV before he looked out to stare at the red-bricked Manor before him. For so long he had tried to come up with reasons to stay behind with the boy he loves deeply. So many reasons not to leave. Then again, there were much better reasons for him to leave this town – or rather, leave the life he's lead for so long – behind.

He looked into the rear-view mirror to his kid brother and sister – Stevie and Stacey Evans – sleeping peacefully in the back seat of the car. They were the only one true reason he knew he had to leave. All he had was them and all they had was him. Their parents' are both dead – to Sam, they were, anyway.

If he didn't leave town and if he were to get caught for his crimes, what would become of them?

Now, here he was, bags packed and ready to leave. No regrets, he thought sullenly to himself as he got out of his vehicle and started walking towards the front door to Blaine's house. The walk to the porch seemed longer than they usually were. Maybe it was because of his own reluctance to say goodbye. Maybe it was because he knew how Blaine was going to react if he knew Sam was leaving him.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, he stood by the front door and took out an envelope he had kept in the pocket of his jeans. Sam stared at the white envelope, wondering if leaving Blaine a letter of apology was a good idea. Still, he owe the other boy enough to explain everything.

Taking a deep breath, Sam slipped the envelope under the door, turned on his heels and left the place without looking back once. New beginning, he chanted in his head repeatedly.

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He didn't know why he couldn't sleep well that night. Blaine kept tossing and turning on his bed until he finally gave up and got out of the sheets. Sam hadn't call him once that day and honestly, he was becoming worried for the latter. Sure, they may have had an argument that day but Sam wasn't the kind to completely ignore him after that stupid fight.

He shook his head, telling himself that he was imagining things as he started down the stairs towards the kitchen. As he was making his way to the kitchen downstairs, his eyes seem to caught something on the floor by the front door.

Curious, he walked over and spotted a piece of white envelope. When he saw the messy handwriting scribbled on the front side, he knew instantly who it was from. He frowned as he picked it up, not bothering to take out the letter inside. It was just another one of Sam's 'break-up' letter – something Blaine was used to after the many months spent with the other boy. Quite honestly, he could already imagine the contents written inside. He sighed and pressed on the speed-dial to Sam's cellphone.

His frown deepened when he heard the operator telling him the number he was calling is no longer in use. He tried calling on the same number once more only to be given the same result. He looked down at the envelope, suddenly feeling sick to his stomach.

Had Sam meant what he said about leaving him?

Already dressed in his blue hoodie and jeans, Blaine grabbed his car-key on the side table next to the front door and left his house in a hurry. He sped over to Sam's small two-storey house and got out of his car without turning off the engine.

The house was dark and it seemed as though no one is living in the place anymore. Blaine tried to assure himself that he was just imagining things and that Sam wouldn't really leave him. He pressed on the doorbell and waited anxiously for someone to answer the door.

When no one did, he knocked on the door and called out for his lover's name. As time passed on by, he started to grow furious and impatient. "Sam!" he called out angrily, banging on the door.

No answer.

He cursed out loud and stomped towards his car and slammed the door shut. "Fuck!" he screamed inside and started hitting his palms on the steering wheel in anger.

"I don't need a lot of things
I can get by with nothing
Of all the blessings life can bring
I've always needed something
But I've got all I want
When it comes to loving you
You're my only reason
You're my only truth "

Blaine slowly calmed down as he listened to the song being played on the radio, his breaths becoming shallow.

"I need you like water
Like breath, like rain
I need you like mercy
From heaven's gate
There's a freedom in your arms
That carries me through
I need you"

Slowly, the anger turned to tears and before he know it, tears started rolling down his pale cheeks. Sam left him and now he was all alone. How could Sam be so evil to really leave him like that? Didn't he love him? He turned to glare at the white envelope on the passenger seat like it was some sort of a threat to him.

"You're the hope that moves me
To courage again
You're the love that rescues me
When the cold winds, rage
And it's so amazing
'cause that's just how you are
And I can't turn back now
'cause you've brought me too far "

He crushed the unopened envelope with one hand in anger.

Did Sam really think he could leave Blaine with nothing but a stupid letter? How did he expect Blaine to react? Be all calm and collected about it?

If Sam really thought he could do this to Blaine Anderson, he's got another thing coming. I'm going to find you Sammy. And if I do, I will make you mine again, he swore to himself. Even if I have to kill. I will make you mine again.