Nick sat in the recliner complacently, the Asian vampire kneeling on the floor beside him, feeding at his wrist. The blond vampire sat on the arm of the chair, leaning against the brunette. "Damn, babe, it's so hot watching them drinking from you."

The younger boy smiled up at him. "You think everything I do is hot."

Jeff grinned. "I can't help it. You cast a spell on me."

They both laughed. When Wes had taken enough of the warlock's blood, they settled him back on the couch beside Kurt and Blaine. The newly turned vampire was sound asleep, while the dark one absently stroked his hair, crooning to him.

"Now, Wes," the tall blond said, grinning. "Why don't you call that delicious boyfriend of yours and ask him to come down. Tell him you need help with Blaine and baby face here."

As the other vampire complied, Nick stood and slid his hands around his boyfriend's waist. "Mmm, babe, it's a good thing witches and warlocks heal so quickly. If I was human these three would have bled me dry by now."

The blond turned into his embrace. "Good thing warlock blood is so addicting and intoxicating. They're so high right now I doubt they even remember their own names. Once we have the others under our control, I will make them pay for what they did to me, and to your ancestor, Alexander."

Nick smiled and kissed him. "I love you, Jeremiah Jefferson Keller!"

"And I love you, Nickolas Duval Laveau."

…

David had just warned Thad to keep an eye out for Nick Duval when his cell phone rang. Unable to stop the smile on his face when he saw Wes' name, he answered.

"What's up, love?"

"David, I need your help down at the gate house. Kurt's asleep, but Blaine is still agitated about something."

"What about Duval?"

"It's okay, I've already talked to him, he's innocent. He said his parents probably glamoured the file to protect him from unwanted harassment."

"Are you sure, babe?"

"Yes, please, just come down to the gate house. We can talk more about it when you get here."

"Okay. By the way, I have Kurt's phone. His dad has been calling and leaving texts. Apparently he was supposed to go home tonight. He's pretty upset."

The dark skinned vampire heard murmurs on the other end of the line. Who was Wes talking to? It didn't sound like Blaine. Something didn't feel right.

"David, send his dad a message from Kurt's phone, pretending it's from the boy. Tell him that there was a fire in the dorms, and that he hadn't been able to go to his dorm to get his keys or phone until just now, and that because it is so late, he'll come home tomorrow afternoon instead."

"Um, okay, Wes. See you in a few."

David shut the phone off and just stood there looking at it for a moment. Something definitely wasn't right. He sent a text to Thad and Trent, and then headed down to the old gate house. He allowed his Other to rise, using his senses to try and find a trap, but found nothing, which wasn't right. He should be able to sense Wes and Blaine, and the new vampire. But there was a big void where their presence should be.

He sent another text to the other two vampires, and then dialed Wes' phone. He could hear it ringing in the distance. The Asian answered on the second ring.

David began to speak in fluent mandarin Chinese. "Wes, I know something is wrong. I need you to tell me what is happening. Please, my love, what is going on?"

"David?" The older boy sounded confused.

"Yes, babe, it's me. What's wrong?"

"I-I don't.." The other boy sounded like he was trying to wake up. David was more convinced that something wasn't right.

"It's okay, love. I'm coming, Thad and Trent are on their way, too. Just hold on, babe."

The voice that came from behind him startled him into dropping his phone. "They won't get here in time."

Before he could react, the blond vampire had him pinned to a tree, fangs buried in his throat.

…

Thad and Trent stopped short of the woods as the second text from David came through. They exchanged looks. "This definitely feels like a trap."

Trent nodded in agreement. "I contacted Winifred in Europe. She said that if a warlock is involved to be careful. Warlock blood is like heroine to vampires. Even just a few drops is enough to ensnare a vampire."

"Damn," Thad swore. "What would Duval want with Blaine and the others?"

Trent just shook his head. "His Grandmother was Marie Laveau. He's a warlock, so he's probably much older than he looks. Perhaps Blaine or Wes crossed his family somewhere."

"We need to figure out a plan." Thad looked thoughtful. "We can't just walk in there. If the warlock has done something to Blaine and Wes, we need to find out what, and figure out how to neutralize his power."

Trent considered for a moment, then turned back towards the school. "Come on, I want to look something up real quick."

…

Kurt was experiencing the strangest sensation. He knew he was asleep, he could see himself laying in Blaine's lap, the dark haired boy stroking his finger's through auburn hair. How he could see himself, he didn't know. He looked around and saw Wes sitting on the couch beside Blaine and himself. Both vampires had dilated pupils and seemed to be in some kind of daze.

He turned around and saw Nick and Jeff kissing, while David fed from the younger Warbler. David's eyes also seemed to be blown.

Kurt didn't understand what was happening at first, but then he remembered his dream from earlier.

"Jeremiah," he whispered.

The blond vampire didn't seem to have heard anything, but Nick pulled back from the kiss, looking around in confusion. And then his eyes landed on the apparition hovering near the couch, and he smiled.

"What is it, love?" Jeff, or rather Jeremiah, asked.

Nick never looked away from Kurt's essence. "We have a ghost."