A/N: So this is my first ever Klaine fic! It differs slightly from most I've read as its not set at Dalton or Mckinley, but in a small fictional town names Sacreadle.
It's of the Fantasy / mythical genre, and just a pre warning it's going to be both fluffy and angsty at times.
Rated M: For containing adult themes, and smut in some chapters.
The subjects or rape, slavery and gender inequality are all touched on but there will be no graphic scenes implying them.
I do not own Kurt or Blaine. The characters are not my own but the story is.
And Finally, a huge thank you to Lulu for beta-ing this chapter for me! Her Tumblr is: .com/
Please give this chapter a chance, and let me know what you think!
Bloodlines: chapter 1
Sacreadle was a quaint little town.
Situated in the middle of nowhere, the miniscule village rarely had people passing through. On the off occasion when they did, they rarely stayed around for long. It wasn't what you'd call a regular village, nor did it have what you'd call regular inhabitants. The people of Sacreadle were different from the people you would find in any other town. Their views and traditions tended to vary a little bit from the normal.
Bloodlines were the key ingredient to this strange little place. They were the idea that held them all together … yet separated them so greatly. On the day of birth, Sacreadle children were sorted into their bloodline, and they remained there for the rest of their lives, destined to keep to the boundaries and never dare stray beyond them. There were four different bloodline categories.
The first were The Baggers. The baggers were the lowest of the bloodlines. Mixing with a bagger was seen as vile and dirty, and the only thing they were seen capable of doing was serving the rest of the village. They were slaves. Worthy of nothing more than being treated as animals.
The second category was the Trailers. A step up from the baggers, the Trailers still destined to a life of labour, serving the people of the other bloodlines. The Trailers were there for the soul purpose of satisfying their owners in any way necessary, mainly their sexual desires.
The third category was the Warriors. The warriors were trained to be tough and ruthless. They were strong and fit, and together formed the Royal Army of Sacreadle. They were the most feared and vulgar people of the village. Killing was merely a fun game to them, and they were renowned for their torturous methods.
The final category was the Masters. Only a handful of people were lucky enough to become masters. The masters, besides the royal family, were at the top of the heap. They controlled the village. Each owned their own Baggers and Trailers, and were free to do with them what they wished.
Kurt Hummel was a master, born of royal blood. His father was king of Sacreadle, and tomorrow he would become king, when he was wed to Lucius Barden, a master and friend of his fathers.
Kurt sighed as he stared at his porcelain face in the mirror. He had nothing against Lucius, really he didn't. But he wasn't the man he wanted to marry. He wasn't the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
That was another quirky rule of Sacreadle. Members of the royal family had to marry a male, no matter what their sex was. Sexism was strong in Sacreadle, and it was believed in order to keep royal blood its purest, the royal family should be kept strictly male wherever possible. It was tradition and had been for thousands of years, and one that was followed religiously. When the day came for the royal couple to have their child, a trailer woman was used as the 'mother'.
Not that Kurt was complaining. He had always been more attracted to boys anyway; but not this boy. Sure, Lucius was attractive; he had olive skin, dark hair pulled back into a ponytail that rested on the nape of his neck and deep green eyes which sparkled like an ocean behind his thick dark lashes.
However, Lucius wasn't what Kurt wanted; he was what his father wanted.
Arranged marriages were tradition in Sacreadle. Kurt's father had travelled the village for months searching for the perfect master to be wedded to his son. When he returned with Lucius, Kurt had no say in the matter. This was to be his future husband.
Kurt had always heard love described in stories as a magical whirl-wind. An emotional adventure that made your heart ache. He'd heard it said that when you found that one person: your soul mate. You would know it was them. You would know they were the person you'd been looking for forever.
However, he felt no such feelings with Lucius. This was why he was sitting in his room in the castle the night before his wedding, staring at his reflection, his head buzzing with confused thoughts and worry. A silent tear slid down his pale cheek.
He quickly wiped it clear and turned away from the broken man in the mirror. He had to shake these thoughts out of his mind … at least, just for tonight.
It was a very special night. It was ritual that the night before your wedding, you were required to spend the night away from your home. To let your soul run free for one last night, and to gather a selection of gifts you would give to your husband after you were wed.
Kurt was going to his favourite place; the one place he could truly lose himself.
"BLAINE WHERE ARE YOU GOD DAMMIT!"
Blaine sighed.
"I'm right here!" he called, "Right where you bloody left me" he added, although not quite loud enough for his owner to hear.
Lucius came running into the tiny room where Blaine was sitting. He was on a thin rug on the floor, shackled by the foot to the wall with a thick iron chain. The rest of the room was bare, with the exception of a small oil lamp burning in the corner on the cold stone floor.
"Oh yes there you are, very good, right where I left you."
Blaine stared down at his shackle.
He'd tried enough times to know that moving elsewhere would have been a very difficult job for him.
He was a servant, a bagger, the lowest of all the Bloodlines, destined to a life of serving his master, and being treated as nothing more than an irrelevant rodent, a creature that was merely there to fulfil Lucius' wishes.
"Blaine, I have a job for you" Lucius spat. "As you know, my wedding is tomorrow. And as much as I would love to follow traditions, I simply don't have the time for this one. I won't be leaving the house tonight; my services will be required in other places." He snarled, staring down the hall at Amethyst's door.
Amethyst was Lucius' Trailer. She was his pretty little toy, who he used from time to time to… satisfy himself.
Blaine could think of exactly what his master would be doing that night. But he couldn't let that worry him right now. Lucius was actually giving him permission to leave the house, a rare treat that Blaine had only had the pleasure of on a miniscule handful of occasions.
"So Blaine" Lucius continued to drawl on. "I'll need you to go on my quest tonight. I want you to go to the North River Beds, and spend the night there. Here's a list of all the items you'll need to collect for me when you arrive." He said, thrusting a piece of parchment with scrawled writing on it in Blaine's direction.
"DO NOT return until tomorrow morning, and make sure you bring back everything on your list boy." Lucius barked whilst releasing Blaine from his shackles.
Once Lucius had left the room, Blaine stood up and stretched out his cramped body. He looked down at his thin rug and shackles again and let out a small laugh. If Lucius thought he was coming back this time, he was sadly mistaken. Even death was better than this sad life.
Kurt had finally arrived at his home for the night. It was a place his father used to take him on their rare trips out of the castle grounds as a child, and it was breathtakingly beautiful.
This place was the River Beds, a large, lush clearing, surrounded by trees. A carpet of tall green grass covered the ground and tickled your knees as you waded through it. Flowers of every colour and shape grew daintily out of the grassy cover, bringing the clearing alive with colour.
At the far end of the field was a magnificent waterfall, tumbling down the rocks and spreading out below into a sparkling blue brook. Birds and animals grazed around the utopia, chirping to one another happily.
Kurt set about collecting wood together for a fire, before setting his tent up just next to the warm crackling flames. His head was buzzing with thoughts and worries about the following morning, but he couldn't let any of those thoughts in right now. He was in his happy place. It was his place. Nobody else knew about it … or so he thought.
In the distance, Kurt could see a figure walking towards him.
It was a dainty figure, slim and small, but definitely masculine. He watched as the exceptionally clumsy figure tripped its way towards him.
Kurt had heard far too many stories about masters and men of royal blood being kidnapped by the lower bloodlines, and held for ransom. But he had never expected himself to be confronted with such a situation, especially here of all places.
"He – hello?" He called uneasily.
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