AU future fic where magic is real and heavily regulated. It's about ten years after Kurt and David graduated from their respective schools.

Rated M only again read warnings and progress at your own risk.

Warnings: Most of them. Including torture, rape, general abuse, I have no idea what your personal triggers are but please feel free to skip ahead or stop at any point.

Don't like don't read, though constructive criticism is always welcome (plus any reviews).

Dave's POV is normal text, Kurt's is in italics (because he's fancy like that).

I own nothing, literally.

Blood, Lust and Magic

Blood Chapter Two

Getting out of the car he grumbles to himself and stretches out his back, Lopez better have a fucking good reason for calling him down here like this, he's only just gotten in from chasing that nest of vampires down in Florida. Two months ass deep in bugs was not fun.

Okay so Dave's aware he's an unattached wizard and he can be sent anywhere, he's tried finding a Familiar but they're nearly all female and being gay it just wasn't working for him, though he's still in contact with Trixie and they could meld to work stronger magic in a pinch.

Trudging into the building he flashes his ID and then stops for a scan to make sure he's not infected or an impostor, then waved through he stomps off to the bitch's office. All he wants is to go home and collapse, maybe order some take out and then sleep in his own bed for once. Camping sucks.

Barging in without knocking he already knows that she knows he's here. Fucking empaths sensing you before they see you.

Throwing himself into a chair he puts his feet up on her desk to annoy her and mentally imagines slinging mud at her, she'll pick it up with her empathy no problem, and start yelling any second at him. If he can't go home he'll have a freaking good fight with her instead.

Except she simply looks away and says nothing.

Oh shit something's really wrong, putting his feet down he sits up properly, "Satan what's wrong?"

"We have a Broken who's nearly gone," her voice cracks and she lifts an already soggy tissue to her face.

Oh crap, he hate's being anywhere near them, those shells that used to be people creep him out, luckily he's counted as too emotionally volatile to be considered a keeper for one of them. And it also reminds him of an animal shelter, you get to love and care for them until they're gone in far too short a time. He has no interest in having his heart ripped out like that, losing that old mutt from next door he used to play with as a kid was bad enough.

"Sorry Santana," and he closes his eyes to get this right, a bunch of flowers as a way of apology and he packs it with a deep sorrow. Sometimes her being empathic has it's uses, including the fact he's crap with words so she'll pick up what he really means.

"I'm the one who found him," she's staring at the floor and he can't read her face, wow male Familiars are incredibly rare, "He's so Broken. It was just a lucky tip, we normally wouldn't have picked up on it but we were in the area on another raid that was a total waste of time, just so lucky," more tears run down her face and he panics slightly, tears scare him, and she's been on too many raids, saved too many Familiars that should never have had to go through that hell to begin with.

"You said he was nearly gone?" He asks gently and she nods, so he says, "Maybe it's for the best, he won't have to be in pain or fear any more."

And her head snaps up as she glares at him, "Karofsky," she growls, and that's not like her, usually she calls him Dave now or Porky because he hates it. It's been years since she's called him Karofsky, not since high school and an image of McKinley flashes through his mind, the ghosts of teenage angst mixing inside him, fear, anger, confusion.

Her face changes, softening, "Dave, I think that's it!" She's almost jumping for joy. "How would you like to be a keeper? Come on you've been looking for a Familiar, and I think you might be the only one to get through to him. And you owe me, I never made Prom Queen," he flushes at her reminder of the blackmail she used on him all those years ago, it still makes him feel like a dumb scared kid.

She'd blackmailed him not only to win Junior Prom but to also try and get Hummel back, they'd failed at both, though Dave still had his Prom King crown.

"Satan," he tries to reason with her, "You know I'm not the right kinda person to take care of a Broken, I can't even keep a pot plant alive."

"You have to," she's acting desperate now, "Please Davie, please," she begs and he's wavering. "He's been here a month and we've thrown everyone we can at him, he won't acknowledge them in the slightest so they can't bond, it's almost too late for him," another tear runs down her face and nothing normally gets to her she's one tough bitch.

Shaken by her breakdown he hedges, "Well what are the chances he'll acknowledge me?" And he finally gives in, "Look if it makes you happy I'll pop my head around the door and give it a go, but when he ignores me I'm free to go, right?"

"Uh-huh whatever pork boy move," she grabs his hand and starts tugging him out of the office, "Come on they signed his certificate of termination, we got an hour tops, but you have to promise me you'll try, you'll really try," she demands.

They're terminating already?

How can anyone take a Familiar, someone born to generate excess magic, someone who lives to act like a living channel, and then Break them until they're only shadows? Deep down he's afraid he could have become that kind of person, he bullied and threatened, he made people afraid and hurt them, but for the Grace of God go I.

Santana's sobbing as they jog through the building, and everyone else is depressed, shit who is this Broken? How bad are they that they're giving up after only one month? They normally take at least six.

His meditation master is gonna be disappointed in him because his default setting for dealing with stress is to fall back on anger but he wishes he could get his hands on the sick son of a bitch that did this to that poor unknown Familiar.

When this experiment fails he's taking Lopez out and getting her blinding drunk because when she crusades for someone and it fails she tends to fall apart. Christ when Brittany slipped into a coma 'Tana nearly lost her mind.

A guard steps in front to stop them and they waste precious minutes arguing when Dave steps in, "Dude, look at her, this is freaking Lopez, just let me try, how can it hurt, if he's this far gone he won't notice me."

Haunted eyes catch his and the guard side steps, "Good luck man, fuck I was part of those that found him, poor little fucker, if he bonds with you, you let me know if you ever need anything."

Passing him Dave is shaken even further which just makes him angrier, the guard is a veteran, just how bad was it?

The medical staff don't argue and they seem so hopeless as he's lead to the door, one of them pats him on the shoulder, "Good luck wizard, just good luck."

Prepared for anything he reaches out to the door handle and promises he will not lose his shit in there, and he'll really try for Santana's sake, and he'll take care of the guy for as long as the Broken lives if he's acknowledged by him.

A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.