A/N Thank you all again for the Favs, Follows, and Reviews! So, who else is after Kurt? And why? And How? You'll learn the answer to some of those questions in this chapter. It's a little short, sorry!

Reviews are always welcome!

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Getting Kurt to wear the charm had been easier than Santana thought it would be. Kurt had been so scared about what was happening to him, he didn't even question it. He admitted to her that he felt like he was being attacked, and while he didn't believe in the supernatural, he didn't want to think he was going insane, either.

She was sitting with him as he slept in the hospital on Sunday evening, Burt and Carole having gone back to the loft to rest after their flight. She glanced up when there was a knock on his door. She saw a tall man with dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes standing there. He wore a long sleeved shirt with an open vest, and a beanie on his head. Despite his Nerd frame glasses, she recognized him.

"Sorry, I didn't want to impose, I was just wondering if he is okay?" asked the guy from the audition the previous day.

She studied him a moment before answering. "He's doing as well as can be expected all things considered. He's scared, of course, but who wouldn't be in this situation? Your name was Elliott, wasn't it?"

He smiled at her, nodding his head, and she had to admit he was sexy. If she were straight she'd be panting all over him. "Elliot Gilbert. Do they know what is wrong with him?"

She didn't take her eyes off him as he moved into the room and studied Kurt. "The doctors only know that someone gave him snake venom. They don't know how yet."

The man frowned, and reached out as if to touch Kurt's cheek, but pulled his hand back quickly as if he received an electric shock. Santana noticed, but didn't react.

"His fiance is very concerned," she commented.

"Oh? Then why aren't they here?" She could hear the condescension in his voice.

"Kurt told him to go. Blaine is preparing for a big showcase with June Dolloway in a week. Kurt didn't want him to miss out on this opportunity. They love each other very much." The last was spoken on a warning tone.

Elliott looked at her, as if really seeing her for the first time. She smiled at him, but it wasn't friendly. "I don't know who or what you are, but I won't let you or anyone else mess with my friends."

The male stood taller, and looked at her, smiling in return, a predator's grin. "You're a clever little mortal, aren't you?" His piercing blue eyes captured hers, and she gasped, unable to look away as white hot heat flashed in his eyes. He stalked closer to her, still smiling.

"I don't want to hurt Kurt. I find him fascinating. I want him to choose to come to me. But I can't have you interfering, can I?" He leaned in close to her and whispered softly. "You will forget I was here. You will forget whatever you think you know about me. And you will not come between Kurt and me."

The Latina girl blinked, looking around the room in confusion. Had she dozed off? She must have. She couldn't remember what she had been doing just now. She glanced at the bed as Kurt sighed and opened his eyes.

"Hi," He said, smiling softly.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" She asked, taking his hand.

"Good. How long did I sleep?"

"Only about an hour. Blaine's on his way. He's bringing you dinner. The doctor said you need to eat more to build your strength up."

He smiled at her, and squeezed her hand. "Thank you, Santana."

"For what?" She said, brushing a strand of hair off his forehead.

"For being my friend. For understanding how scared I am. I don't understand what is happening to me, and I don't think anyone else would believe me when I say that I feel like something unexplained is going on."

"I told you, my Mexican psychic third eye is never wrong. Can you tell me what you feel like is happening? Maybe we can figure out who and how."

Kurt thought about it for a few minutes before he answered. "I don't know, really. I keep having these nightmares that I can't remember. I thought they were about that time in the locker room with Karofsky, but the more I think about it, the more that doesn't feel right. And there is something about the color blue."

"What about at the audition yesterday? What were you feeling?"

Again he thought about it before answering. "At first, I felt trapped, like someone was trying to get inside my mind, but then it felt like another force was attacking my body. It felt like my skin was too tight, or like I was being compressed somehow."

Santana thought about this for a moment. The woman who had made the charm said there were three forces after Kurt, but he only mentioned two. Before she could ask anymore questions, though, Blaine knocked on the door.

"Hey, you're awake!" He smiled and went to kiss his fiance. She noticed that Kurt seemed to cling to him more than usual. Maybe it was just because he was scared, but she felt there was something more to it, something subconscious.

She had an idea of what she needed to do, but it would have to wait until Kurt was home. She said goodbye to the boys, and headed out.

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He watched the Latina as she left the hospital. The clever little mortal would be a problem, he could tell. But perhaps he could win her over to his side. He followed her as she made her way towards the subway. It was only about eight o'clock, the streets weren't exactly deserted, but they weren't exactly crowded, either.

They were about a block and a half from the subway entrance when he made his move. "Excuse me, can you tell me which subway train to take to Rockefeller Plaza?"

She stopped and turned to study him. He could sense her wariness, and knew she saw through his innocent boy next door facade. He didn't give her a chance to resist. Green fire glowed from his eyes as he captured her gaze. She let out a short gasp of surprise, but fell under his compulsion. He lead her into a darkened alley.

She wasn't his usual type, and he knew she wouldn't be attracted to him either. He took her hand and raised it to his lips, fangs finding the vein in her wrist and striking deep. She began to struggle feebly, but he held her in his thrall. When he had taken enough of her blood to form a bond, he sealed the wound and released her hand.

He smiled at her dazed look. "Santana Lopez, you are going to help me get Kurt Hummel, and Blaine Anderson. Together we will destroy Elliott Gilbert. Do you understand?"

Dark eyes still glazed, the black haired beauty nodded. "Destroy Elliott Gilbert," she echoed.

Sebastian smiled.

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Blaine smiled at his fiance as they ate their dinner. "You look much better tonight."

The pale man smiled at him return. "I feel much better tonight. Thank you for dinner, by the way. This shrimp curry is divine. Where did you get it?"

"There's this new Indian place over by the rehearsal halls at NYADA, just opened a few days ago apparently. A couple of the dancers from the showcase were talking about it."

"How are rehearsals going?"

"Good, although June decided that I needed a partner for part of the show."

Kurt smiled. "I thought she'd already decided that. Isn't that how you convinced her to let me be in it?"

Blaine cursed himself for the slip up. "Uh, I meant another partner. She's brought in some guy named Sebastian to sing with me on a few numbers. He's an arrogant prick, kept upstaging me during rehearsals tonight."

Kurt was frowning. "So, you are rehearsing with another guy, a week out from the showcase, but you still haven't told me what we'll be singing? When are we going to rehearse?"

Damn it, how was Blaine supposed to answer that? "Uh, well..."

"Blaine?" Kurt asked softly.

Sighing, Blaine let his shoulders droop. He should tell Kurt the truth, but what came out was yet another lie. "June doesn't think you are healthy enough to perform."

Silence.

"Oh."

"I'm sorry, Kurt!"

"No, no, I understand. I appreciate her concern for my health." He took another bite of his curry, and wouldn't look at him.

Blaine was beating himself up inside. "I love you, you know. So much, sometimes it hurts. I really want nothing more than to sing with you on that stage, and someday it will happen, I promise!" He leaned in and kissed the glasz eyed male.

Kurt smiled weakly at him. "I love you, too. I'm just so tired right now."

"Go to sleep, babe. I'll come back in the morning with your dad and Carole."

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Candles flickered, casting shadows in the small chamber. The lone figure knelt on a cushion before an altar as incense burned, filling the air with the heady scent of sandalwood and patchouli. The sound of chanting echoed softly in the enclosed space. The figure lifted the small effigy from the silver bowl it had been sitting in.

The doll was dressed in grey slacks and a pale blue shirt. A perfectly tied ascot adorned its neck. The hairs on it's head were impeccably coiffed. The figure picked up a long thin pin and dipped the sharp end into a small vial, the venom seeming to glow in the candle light.

The chanting grew louder as they pricked the doll's fabric flesh, twisting it. They then scraped the sharp point over the pulse points of the doll, wrist and elbow, as if make small cuts. When the pin was removed, the figure squeezed the doll for good measure.

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Alyssa Goldman considered herself a well grounded person. You had to have a level head when you worked third shift in a hospital. In her nearly twenty years of nursing, she had seen so many weird and crazy things, nothing really surprised her anymore. When she entered room 217 for the one am check in, she stopped in her tracks.

The patient appeared to be suspended in midair, defying gravity, back bowed, mouth open on a silent scream, as blood flowed freely from slashes in his wrists and elbows. As she opened her mouth to scream, the man collapsed onto the bed, as if what ever strings had been holding him up had been cut.