Prologue

The ground was frozen solid and cold as the young boy's bare feet touched it, sending shivers all over his body. The wind was strong, getting stronger by the minute, and it blew in all directions, causing snow to blow into his glasz eyes, making him flinch at the touch. The coldness caused his small body to convulse. He tried to wrap his coat around his small frame, but the thin material did nothing of blocking the harsh weather.

Where am I?, he thought as he looked around, seeing nothing but trees surrounding him and snow beneath him. He knew he was in a forest because of the scenery, but he had no recollection of how he had gotten there and why he was there in the first place.

What is the place?, his eight-year-old mind thought, and more importantly, Who am I?

A soft moan filled the air. The boy looked around frantically, trying to find where the sound originated. He caught sight of a black figure approaching him, but because of the lack of light from the stars because of the clouds and snow that was blowing in the wind blocked him from seeing who was coming near him.

"W-Who's there?" he asked, his voice sounding weak in the howling wind.

He heard a chuckle as the black form stepped closer, just enough to reveal it's identity. The boy couldn't help but gasp at the look of the man before him. He was an older man, probably in his thirties counting the start of small wrinkles beginning to form on his face; the man stood a good six feet tall and hard a large trench coat covering his body, hiding what he wore underneath. The man was pale, as white as the snow, and his shoulder length blond hair blew in the wind as it blew. What caused the boy to gasp was that the man's eyes were red, blood red, and blood seemed to be dripping from his mouth, which was turned up into a smirk, which revealed a set of two teeth that seemed to be longer than the rest.

The boy knew what this man was that was standing right in front of him, not five feet away: Vampire.

"Oh my, you poor dear boy. How long have you been out here? It's below freezing and you barely have anything on..." the vampire said as he stepped a foot closer to the boy. "Where are your parents. Surely they must be worried about you..."

"I-I don't know..." the boy said as he gave him a confused look.

The vampire grinned wider, showing his teeth perfectly. "Ah I see. You have no idea who you are then?" The boy shook his head. "Well, that's good for me then. But as for you, I am afraid it would bring you to an end..." the vampire said as he grabbed the boy by the throat, lifting him easily off his feet. The boy choked as he grasped the man's solid arm, clawing at it, trying to get him to release him...with no effort at all.

"P-Please! L-let me go!" the boy choked out. "I don't wanna die!"

The vampire licked his lips. "Well, I didn't either, and now look at me. I'll be sure to make it quick," he promised as he leaned towards the boy, fangs outstretched.

Not wanting to look, the boy squeezed his eyes shut and screamed, hoping someone would hear him. Hoping someone would hear him...and save him.

The next thing the boy knew, he was dropping to the ground. He quickly opened his eyes to see a figure looming over the vampire as he lay on the snowy ground, the snow looking the color of his blood as he bled out.

"Please don't hurt me!" the vampire said as he looked up at the looming figure. "I'm just trying to feed myself, survive. You know what it's like. And he smelt so good, I just-" he cut off as the figure swiftly kicked him in the face, causing him to spit blood.

"Don't try explaining yourself, I saw what you were doing; attacking a poor innocent little boy. All you rogues make me sick," the figure said in a alluring voice, one that caught the boy's attention. The boy watched as the figure grabbed the vampire's head a twisted roughly; with a sickening snap, the boy watched as the figure ripped the head off the vampire, throwing it into the forest a few feet away.

Then the figure turned and stared at the boy, causing the boy to gasp-the figure turned out to be the most beautiful boy he had ever seen. The boy's skin was a light olive color but was a little pale as well like the vampire's. At the moment his eyes were a gleaming red as well as he licked blood from his fingers and approached the boy. He had a medium-built body and couldn't be but just a couple of years older than the boy and stood just about a foot taller. He had curly dark brown hair that had just enough gel in it to keep it tame but natural at the same time. As he leaned down towards the boy, the younger noticed that his eyes had changed, and were now a hazel color.

"Are you okay, Kurt?" he asked in a gentle and loving voice.

The boy looked straight into his eyes. "K-Kurt?"

The figure seemed to frown a little. "Yes, that is your name. Do you not remember?" The boy shook his head. "That's okay, I'm here to help you, take you home."

"H-Home?"

The man nodded. "Uh-huh. Your father, Burt, is worried about you. Let's get you home okay?" he said, holding out his hand, which the little boy took.

"W-What's your name?" the boy asked as the other picked him up easily, placing a light kiss on his forehead as he did so.

The figure smiled as he said, "Blaine, my name is Blaine."