It was dark, cold, silent... Completely silent. Too silent for Kurt's taste.

The elegant boy was loaded up on weapons. Had just enough to hunt the sun of a bitch down. Yet he knew that there was a possibility that maybe this time... That maybe this time around he wouldn't be so lucky.

No.

He shook his head. If there was one thing that Burt had taught him, it was that this sort of thinking was equivalent to digging your own grave. Now he dug graves alright, but he wasn't ready just yet to disappear into the ground himself.

Figuratively speaking, of course. Because it'd be Finn's job to torch his corpse and make sure the hunter wouldn't ever become the hunted. If the doofus hadn't gotten himself killed by then, that was. It was a fucking full time job to keep that kid out of the claws of what they hunted.

But keeping big foot out of the picture? No, not an option. Burt wouldn't have it. Said the giant would only walk right into the open arms of some cheap demon bitch that needed to know the whereabouts of the Hummels. And he was family, after all. Never mind that Finn never had a clue about, well, anything, they'd tear him to pieces for far less. Plus, he was good company when he was silent.

Off to his far right, he heard the dull ringing of a metal object falling to the ground. Kurt perked a brow. Well, that was sloppy.

He turned into a new alley, using his torchlight to scan the pallet racks and few wooden boxes that were scattered all over the place. No sign of life.

About to continue walking, he suddenly stopped dead in his track as the faint light of his torch lit up a red, liquid substance, some of it soaked in the concrete floor already. Blood. He bent down, fingers touching one of the pools of blood, his face breaking off into a full-on frown.

This was new.

He knew that the bastard was a psycho. Kurt had dealt with him on various occasions, after all. But it seemed unlike him to bring any of his victims out into a deserted storage. He wouldn't go through all the trouble of having to drag a body out here. Unless...

"It's been a while, hasn't it?"

Unless it wasn't about torturing some poor bastard, but rather about trapping Kurt.

Kurt whirled around, firing his shot gun, loaded up on rock salt and reaching for the bottle of holy water that was strapped to his belt. To only find that it wasn't there and that, much to Kurt's annoyance, the demon had dodged the bullet without so much as an effort, lifting his other hand and waving it to the right once, to which the shotgun was yanked out of his hands.

"Looking for this?" the man—boy, really. Kurt had no idea how old he really was, but the boy he was currently sharing a body with seemed around the age of twenty five. Kurt's very own age—held out the flask between his thumb and index finger, like he wasn't too keen on touching it. Which was obvious, he guessed. Holy water for a demon was as much fun as pouring salt on an open wound. "Oh, and the shotgun? Real nice. Remember what fun we had last time you pulled that little trick?"

Kurt bit back an insult, instead getting to his feet and crossing his arms, his right foot tapping to the ground in a quick pace. "Get to the point, Sebastian."

"I'm kind of surprised to see you here. Didn't think you'd fall for it." The demon said, beaming a smile like he'd won the fucking lottery, and completely ignoring Kurt's words.

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Yes, well, what can I say. I have a weak spot for sons of bitches like yourself."

"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" Sebastian questioned, carelessly throwing the flask over his shoulder, putting both hands in his pockets. "Oh, wait, I forgot. She's pushing up daisies."

"Isn't that joke getting a bit old?"

Sebastian's sickening smile returned, and he simply shook his head. "Oh, no, no, never. It gets funnier every time. Hey, have you heard the new rumor that she's become Hell's bitch?"

Kurt closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath, even though he knew they were just words and it wasn't worth losing his life over. Wasn't that one of dad's primary rules, anyway? Demons only talked bullshit, unless tortured—well, not always. Some were a pain in the ass until Kurt sent them back to where they'd come from—and it was best not to listen to them at all.

"You've got me, okay? Congratulations. But why go through all the trouble of tricking me to come here while you could've skinned me in any other town or state too? I doubt that you couldn't find me, so why? Why lead me to this place?" Kurt asked, sighing. He hadn't come here to hear about his mother, nor had he come here for a tea-party. He'd come here to fight and this wasn't looking like any fight he'd ever been to just yet. Not any fight he'd come out of bed for, anyway.

"Simple. I like playing with you. You're like my own, special porcelain doll, Kurt."

"Fuck you."

"Maybe later."

Sebastian hung his head for a second or two, which had Kurt wonder whether the demon had suddenly become shy or if he was just getting emotional. It was only as he raised his head again to look into Kurt's eyes that the boy understood that he was, in fact, quietly laughing to himself.

Kurt eyed him warily. "What?"

"Did you know there are a lot of my kind wishing your head on a plate?" Sebastian's laugh reduced to a vague smile. He blinked twice, his eyes momentarily turning completely black, before returning to their normal color.

"Tell me something I don't know." Kurt couldn't help but sense just a tad of smugness. He'd singlehandedly waved goodbye a lot of demons, far more than any other hunters had ever exorcised. Of course he'd made some enemies because of that, and it wasn't a secret that he was wanted all over the country, dead or alive.

Sebastian cocked his head to the side, his eyes taking in Kurt's body like he was a piece of meat. "They pay good money to get their hands on you. Handing you in would assure my one way ticket to Hell's VIP box."

Kurt didn't answer, looking away from the prying eyes that had once again turned black.

"But that's not why I've... what to call it... ah... summoned you. No, their headhunt isn't my priority, to say the least," he continued, unaffected by the complete silence from Kurt's side. He seemed pretty happy to be the one to do the talking. Yet again, most demons liked talking. Or taunting, really. So that wasn't all too much of a surprise.

When it didn't seem that Sebastian was going to continue anytime soon, Kurt raised a brow. "Then what is?"

"The million dollar question, eh?" Sebastian muttered to himself, eyes no longer lingering over the hunter's body, but rather staring at the shotgun that laid forgotten on the ground. With a quick gesture of his hands, the weapon was lifted up in the air and snapped in two pieces.

"Better," the demon continued in the same whisper, before looking up at the boy opposite of him. "If I recall correctly, you've been looking into the death of mommy dearest as of lately. Any luck so far?"

"And that's any of your business... why exactly?" Kurt questioned, averting his gaze from the now useless weapon. He pressed his lips into a thin line, jaw tightening. He should've come more prepared. He was basically fucked now.

"I have friends that have friends, who also have friends who know a little something something about her," he announced.

"Remind me again why I should believe anything a demon says?"

Sebastian winked, "Oh, sweetheart, you shouldn't. But you should listen nonetheless."

Kurt gestured for him to continue, huffing in annoyance. Of course the bastard wanted to talk. Why would he ever want to fight? It was a child's play to kill him, Kurt was practically harmless right now, carrying only weapons that would kill the body. If Sebastian escaped this body, Kurt had to go through all the trouble again to find the new body that he'd possessed. Although he could guess that the demon would come look for him sooner or later. He always did.

"Turns out she wasn't the angel she pretended to be. Oh, far from it." Sebastian seemed to enjoy his little chat, Kurt could only brace himself for whatever bullshit story he would spew out. "When I said that she was Hell's bitch, I wasn't exactly lying, you know."

"Is that so, huh?" the hunter informed, clenching his hands to fists. God, he was going to aim for the fucker's nose or jaw in a few seconds, he was sure of it.

"Oui," the other boy spoke, nodding once and smiling sweetly. "She sold her soul to a demon. Can you believe it?"

"If that isn't a rhetorical question, then I don't know what is," Kurt mumbled, more to himself than anything.

"Aren't you going to ask what she, supposedly, sold her soul for?" Although he rose his brows questioningly, he continued without waiting for an answer, "Now this is the best part. For you. She sold her sweet little soul for her vicious son."

Okay. That was enough. Forget about trying to keep the demon's body in one piece. He couldn't do it anymore.

Kurt reached for a knife that was strapped to his belt, meaning to throw it right at the guy's throat. Sebastian, however, raised his hand, and sent Kurt flying through the air, pinned to the nearest wall.

The hunter struggled to get out of Sebastian's grip, but it was of no use. Stupid demon powers.

Closing some of the distance between them, the demon inspected his nails as if bored with the conversation already. "Feisty," he commented, nodding appreciatively, while looking up again.

"Bite me," Kurt retorted.

"Sure," Sebastian winked. "Now if you'd let me continue, I wasn't done talking."

"I don't give a rat's ass. If you want to kill me, then go ahead, but quit chatting around."

He shook his head, "Not a chance. Now where was I? Ah, your bitch of a mother selling her soul to safe your precious ass. Do you have any idea why she had to?"

Kurt didn't answer, refusing to even make eye contact with the guy in front of him. The demon, however, stayed silent until the boy defeatedly shook his head.

"Leukemia," Sebastian answered. "When you were two. You were dying a slow and painful death. And mommy gave both her life and soul to keep you alive. Boy, she must've really loved you."

"You're lying," Kurt shook his head repeatedly, avoiding Sebastian's gaze. The fucking demon was lying. He was. Kurt had never been sick. And his mom had died of a heart attack. That's what Burt had told him.

Now it was Sebastian's turn to idly shake his head. "Not this time, pumpkin," he said in the cheeriest of voices.

"You are, you are! God, when I lay my hands on you, it'll be my fucking pleasure to send you back down." He started struggling again, his eyes glassy, tears pooling in his eyes. He was lying, he was lying, he was lying. He had to be.

"At least that way I can say hi to your mom."

"You son of a bitch." Kurt's struggling increased, trying to kick or slap the demon holding him captive. He failed, however, his limbs glued to the wall, only able to move his head slightly.

Sebastian shrugged, "Tell me something new." He turned his back to Kurt, starting to walk away. And with that, the force holding him against the wall disappeared. Kurt fell to the ground.

Scrambling to his feet, he reached for his knife again, his hand closing around it this time as he pulled it out. He followed Sebastian, swinging the weapon in the air as he meant to plant it in between the demon's shoulder blades.

The demon turned around, swiftly hauling his hand up to fight off the knife. He planted his fist on Kurt's jaw, bringing his knee up and hitting the hunter in his stomach, but not before receiving a well aimed blow to the head himself.

Kurt groaned, bent over as he cursed under his breath, and was thrown to the ground by Sebastian's weight.

Straddling his waist and swatting the knife away, he used the back of his hand to swipe away a trail of blood that dribbled down from his nose. "Well, that was certainly rude."

Before the boy underneath him could even try to fend him off, Sebastian grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them to the ground. "Don't even think about it."

"Now, I didn't lure you here because I wanted to kill you," Sebastian continued. "Contrary to my co-workers, I don't need no fame and see no interest whatsoever to hand you over to my boss. I came here to tell you what I just have, and it's up to you what you do with the information. I'm done here now. And if you'll try anything again, I swear I'll skin you and rip you to bits and pieces. Got it?"

Kurt spat at him.

"Again, rude." He used his shoulder to wipe away the few drops of spit that had hit his jaw.

"You demons are such fucking liars. What makes you think I'll do anything with that newly found information, except for let it rot somewhere in a dark corner in my mind?"

Sebastian, now not so amused anymore, leaned in closer, forcing Kurt to look at him. "You should consider your words. Because, in this case, I'm not the one that's feeding you lies. Your dad, however... Why do you think it was a closed casket, Kurt? Her frail body was torn to shreds. Hellhounds aren't exactly the most delicate creatures ever, and they don't give a damn about how much blood they shed. The more the merrier, actually."

Kurt had turned his head to the side, not wanting to look into the, once again, black eyes. And also because he didn't want him to see the few tears that had fought their way out, even though he knew they were clearly visible. "So if you haven't come to kill me, are you done here?"

"I was, but now... Almost," Sebastian replied, a smirk growing steadily. Without so much as a heads up, he pressed his lips to Kurt's, thus forcing the hunter to turn his head back.

"Now I'm done," he stated, as he pulled back and sat up straight, letting go of Kurt's wrists and getting off.

"Gee, thanks a lot, jerk. I direly wanted to swap saliva with a demon," Kurt growled, wiping his mouth on his sleeve as if that would clean him from the demon germs that were probably all over his face by now.

Sebastian laughed, about ten feet away by now, "Once you go demon, you never want to go back."

"In your dreams." Kurt sat up and closed his eyes, rubbing his forehead. "I still don't understand why you're letting me go," he called after the guy, getting to his feet.

"You've got a cute ass. That's why."

Kurt gathered his knife, the flask and cast a long look at the shotgun, looking pained because it had been one of his favorites. "Screw you."

"Oh, wouldn't you like to do just that," Sebastian retorted, from halfway across the storage.

"I'm going to hunt you down, Sebastian," Kurt warned him, moving in the opposite direction Sebastian had gone off to. He needed to gather more weapons before he'd try to go after the son of a bitch again, so he wasn't even going to risk getting killed because of what he'd just done, even if he wanted to so badly.

"Not if I hunt you down first."

Sebastian's laugh echoed through the building.

Kurt huffed.