A/N : Now, the first chapter! \o/

Chapter 1

Blaine woke up slowly. He didn't remember exactly what happened, but he was feeling cold and weak. When finally he opened his eyes, he didn't recognize where he was. He noticed that he was lying on a mattressput down directly on the floor and that there was nothing else in the room except a small metal toilet in one of the corners. The room itself was small with walls made of mirrors and there was only a faint light coming from a yellow lamp hanging from the ceiling. Blaine stood up with difficulty, helping himself by leaning against the wall behind him, the only one made of concrete. When he was steady enough on his feet, he tried to find the door. But theere was no handle, no lock and no door frame or visible opening. The only thing he saw was his own reflection all around the room. He noticed quickly, without really caring, that his makeup and his hair were a mess.

'Help, somebody helps me!" he yelled, hitting violently on one of the mirrors with his fists and knees.

He couldn't hear anything but the echo of his voice and the mirror didn't break either. Despondent, he let himself drop on the floor, his back on the wall and wrapped his arms around his knees. He was freezing; he really needed to keep himself as warm as possible. The air itself was cold and humid, like he was trapped in some kind of basement. He could feel the fear and the panic rising inside of him, and his eyes filled with tears. He was trying to remember what happened before he was brought here, but the only thing he kept in mind was that he was in a bar with his friends. What happened after this was totally obscure.

He began to think about different scenarios. Maybe he had been brought here by a psycopath who was going to torture him or kill him. Or maybe he had been kidnapped and his captor would want a ransom from his parents. His dad died when he was 8 years old, so his parents were his mother, and his step-father who didn't like him at all. Well, he didn't like him either. Maybe it was his step-father who made him disappear. No, he couldn't hate him that much. And the ransom theory was almost impossible; his mother was poor and he didn't know anyone who had a lot of money. So the psycopath hypothesis was the most plausible. These thoughts in mind, he began to get really scared. Yes, his life was really boring, but he didn't want to die. He was young; he still had so many things to achieve, to experiment.

Suddenly, the room was filled with a blinding light and he heard footsteps coming from behing him. So he stood up quickly and turned around. He was surprised to find out that the walls were not made of mirrors, but of windows and that the room was in another bigger room which looked like it had been constructed a few centuries ago. There were beams made of wood, with walls covered with stones and furniture in black metal. Well, now, it looked more like a castle or a dungeon than a basement. There were two wooden benches in the center of the room and a few cupboards that Blaine didn't want to know what they were contained.

It took a few seconds for Blaine to notice a man standing near the doorway of the main room. He had white hair, was wearing small glasses and was about 60 years old. He was looking at him in a strange way, like he was studying him. Blaine was sure he had never seen that man before. The old man took a few steps forward and Blaine noticed that he was smiling at him. It was not a malicious smile; it was a warm smile, full of sympathy.

"Good afternoon, Blaine..." the old man said when he was just at the other side of the window, in front of where the young man was standing. "How are you feeling?"

"How do you know my name? Where am I? What am I doing here? Who are you? What are you going to do to me?" Blaine asked, hoping he could know quickly the answers of these questions.

"First of all, Blaine, I want you to answer my question 'How are you feeling?'" the old man demanded again, calmly, but firmly.

"Why do you care, old man?" Blaine spat, wanting to show that he wasn't going to be so easily pliant. "Is it going to change the way you're going to kill me?"

"What are you talking about? No one is going to kill you... And I'm not 'old man', I'm Georges and you better be polite."

"Whatever..."

"So... how are you feeling? You have to tell me, so I can help you do better," the white haired man asked again. Blaine thought he seemed to really care about him.

"Well... I'm tired and I'm freezing... and I want..."

"And dizziness?"

"No... should I?"

"No... I just wanted to be sure... I brought you something to eat... It's going to help you feel better," Georges assured, walking back to the door and grabbing on a small table a tray that Blaine didn't notice before.

He came back near the glasses and put down the tray on the floor. He took something from inside his vest and looked at the young man.

"Blaine, I'm going to open the door and give you the tray..." Georges informed, holding a key in his hand. "I'm warning you... you better not try something stupid, because you can't imagine how badly you're going to be punished if you do..."

Blaine was wondering how an old man like Georges could be a threat. He seemed to be really nice, so what could he do to him if he wasn't obedient? Still scared and worried, he decided to do as he was told and back away from the window – which it was obviously a door – to show that he wanted to cooperate.

"Good," the butler simply said, unlocking the door and opening it. He grabbed the tray and put it back on the floor, but this time inside Kurt's cell. "There... eat... It will help you gain some strength," he added, getting out of the cell and locking the door.

"Wait... you can't leave me here... What are you going to do with me? You didn't answer my questions..."

"Calm down, Blaine... It's not my place to tell you what you want to know... The master of the house will come to see you soon... You will be allowed to ask him everything you want..." the majordomo explained calmly.

"Please... Georges... Don't leave me here..." the boy begged, feeling his voice shaking and tears beginning to fill his eyes.

"Be patient, Blaine... You don't have to be worried... Everything is going to be okay," the old man assured, smiling with sympathy.

Georges got out of the room and closed the door behind him. Realising that no one would let him go for now, Blaine sat on the floor and took a look at the tray. There were two plates; one with a hamburger and the other filled with fresh fruits. There were also two glasses; one of milk and the other one of orange juice. Even if he was feeling weak, he wasn't hungry. He was probably too anxious and afraid with what was happening to him. So he put the tray away and wrapped his arms around him, letting the tears run down his cheeks.

Kurt woke up in the beginning of the evening. Usually, he was up earlier, but with the events of last night, he went to bed only around noon. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he glanced at the clock on the nightstand and saw Blaine's wallet that he left there before going to sleep a few hours ago. He picked it up and looked inside. There were several cards, a few bucks and one photo of a man and a woman. "Probably his parents," Kurt thought. Searching in the the cards, he found an ID. He looked at the picture for a few seconds, remembering how pretty Blaine was and how happy he would be to have him here, with him. His eyes moved to see his personal information and when he read his birthday, he frowned.

"17 years old... Are you kidding me?! Damn it!" he said out loud, reading the date to be sure he didn't make a mistake.

Shaking his head, he put the ID and the wallet back on the nightstand and went to the bathroom. He took a quick shower, dressed up with a pair of black jeans with a grey shirt and left his room. He took the stairs and went down to meet Georges in the kitchen. The old man was sitting at the table, eating his dinner.

"Good evening, Georges!"

"Good evening, Sir."

"So... How is he doing?" the vampire asked, taking a chair in front of the majordomo. "He is pretty, isn't he?"

"Yes, he is really beautiful..." Georges approved. "He is doing really good... He was able to walk and even snap at me, so I just left him something to eat. He is probably going to feel better in a few hours if he's not ready."

"Yeah, he seems to have a lot of character!" Kurt noted, laughing.

"And he is also very young, Sit."

"Yeah, I know... And about that... He is younger than I thought," the vampire informed, serious. "He's 17 years old... I never owned a boy so young..."

"Well, I thought it was a bad idea for vampires to have a slave barely legal... And Blaine is younger than that..." Georges said, between two gulps of his soup.

"I didn't know he was that young... But it doesn't matter, I will sort something out," Kurt assured, standing up. "I'll g see how he's doing."

The vampire left the room and went downstairs to the place he was calling the Dungeon. As soon as he opened the door, he noticed Blaine, asleep and curled up in a ball on a small mattress. When he got closer, he found out that the tray was untouched, something that bothered him immediately. Eating healthy food was very important for a vampire's slave. Since he would lose a large amount of blood regularly, he would need to store as much vitamins and energy as possible to stay in shape. Without a good diet, he would become weak quickly and wouldn't be able to provide healthy blood to his master.

Kurt opened one of the cupboards and took a key he kept inside. He unlocked Blaine's cell and walked inside.

"Blaine... Blaine wake up," he said gently, looking at the boy.

After a few seconds, Blaine began to shift a little, rolled on his back and opened his eyes. He found the vampire standing a few feet away from him but didn't recognize him yet. "I know him from somewhere..." Blaine thought, looking at the other man.

"Hello Blaine," Kurt said, smiling. "I forgot how beautiful you are in person."

At this moment, Blaine remembered where he saw him and what he did to him. As soon as the flasback of the vampire's fangs crossed his mind, he retreated quickly in the corner of the small room and began to shake without control.

"Shhh... It's okay... I won't hurt you," the vampire assured, raising his hands.

"Stay away from me... I know what you are and what you did to me," the boy said, touching his neck and remembering where he had been bitten.

"I'm sure you do, boy and for now, I'm going to let you have some space," Kurt conceded, taking a step back. "But I'll have to come closer, later, when I'm thristy," he added, not wanting to scare Blaine, but only wanting to tell him what would happen in a few hours.

"Wait... You are going to suck my blood again?" Blaine asked, disgusted. "No fucking way..."

"Like you have a choice. The last time you didn't want it either, and I took what I wanted."

"Are you going to kill me?" Blaine asked, beginning to realize that there is probably nothing he could do to avoid the inevitable.

"No... I have no intention of killing you, Blaine," Kurt assured, trying to be as gentle as possible.

"The old man, Georges," he said that you will answer all my questions..."

"Yeah, he was right... What do you want to know?" the vampire asked, guessing easily what he wanted to know.

"Where are we?"

"In my house, in the country."

"Why am I here? What do you want from me?"

"You are here because I want you to be close to me when I need you," Kurt began, sitting on the floor. "I will need you for your blood, of course, but also for sex," he added, knowing that the last sentence would cause a reaction.

"Wait! There's a misunderstanding here. I'm not gay and I'm not a whore!" Blaine yelled, standing up suddenly. But as soon as he was on his feet, he felt weak and almost fell on the floor. Kurt caught him in time and laid him on the mattress.

"Easy, boy... You didn't anything, and see what happens when you dont..." the vampire said, stroking the human's hair.

"Don't touch me..." Blaine protested, weakly. He tried to push Kurt way, but he was not strong enough to do so. "Please... let me go..."

"I'm sorry, Blaine... But for now on, it's not about what you want anymore, it's about what I want," the vampire explained, still running his fingers into the boy's hair. "You are going to be my slave and I'm going to take real good care of you..."

"No, I don't want to... Please..."

Kurt pulled away from Blaine who curled up in a ball, his back to the other man. When he began to cry, the vampire stood up and got out of the cell.

"Blaine, I'm not going to change my mind, so you better get used to it. I want you to eat your meal; you need to gain some strength. I'm not going to be back in a few hours, so if you need anything, you'll have to wait until then. I'm going to drink your blood again and if you don't eat, you'll be weaker and you won't be able to warm yourself up. You are the one who will suffer the most, not me. Get some rest too, I'll see you later."

On this, Kurt closed and locked the door. He turned off the light, got out of the dungeon and closed the door as well. He didn't like the idea of leaving the boy like that, but it was a part of his training. He had to break him and taking away a few of him fundamental needs was a good way to do it.

Blaine thought he had never felt so lonely and scared in his life. He began to have a headache, probably because he didn't eat for a while and because the vampire had sucked a good amount of his blood. He didn't know if he qould be able to get out of here, but he couldn't see any way to do so. After about half an hour, he decided to take a few bites of the hamburger and drink his juice. When he was done, he laid back on the mattress, curled up in a ball again and cried himself to sleep.

A/N 2 : Don't forget to Reviews! :) If I get 20 reviews, maybe I'll update tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. :)