A/N Yes, I know, I ended the previous chapter so dramatically! Admit it, you love it when I leave you hanging!

You'll learn a little more about Elliott's back story this chapter. Kept trying to put it in before this, but it never seemed to fit, so now you'll find out why Kurt caught his attention!

As always, Reviews would be greatly appreciated!

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Elliott sat staring into space, lost in thought. When he had first spotted Kurt in that club just over a week ago, the pale man had seemed so full of life, vitality, passion. The man who lay in that hospital bed last night was a shadow of that person. Someone was deliberately attacking the precious man, but who, and why?

He wasn't used to having his whims thwarted. He'd been a prince in his mortal life. He'd hardly had to lift a finger to get what or who he wanted. Men and woman both fell at his feet, worshiping him. Kurt was different. Kurt hadn't thrown himself at Elliott like the others had. Kurt had allowed Elliott to approach him, true, but Kurt had been unwilling to betray his fiance, despite his anger at the other man. Elliott had enjoyed the challenge, although it had been easy enough to make the male forget, albeit, briefly, and to convince him to just feel. But even then Kurt had still been thinking of his fiance.

He was certain he could win Kurt away from the other man, given time, but he couldn't do anything until the pale man was healthy again.

He needed to find out who was harming the man. Was it the fiance? If it was, he would kill him. But what if it was someone else? Elliott needed to get closer to Kurt, and his fiance, to find out.

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Kurt was staring at the wall, refusing to look at the door. He could hear them talking about him. They didn't believe him when he said someone had attacked him. They had all looked at him with pity as they bandaged his wrists and arms, which were now bound to the bed, 'for his own safety.'

They thought he had done this to himself. They thought he was seeking attention. They thought he was trying to kill himself. All of them, except the one nurse who had seen him being held above the bed by some unseen force, believed he had injected himself with snake venom and cut himself.

He could hear the doctor talking to his dad. He heard his dad deny vehemently that Kurt had done this to himself. He heard Carole calmly, but firmly tell the doctor he was full of BS if he thought Kurt had harmed himself. He heard Rachel and Santana defend him. They all but shouted at the doctor that HE was the crazy one if he thought Kurt would do anything like this.

The only voice he hadn't heard speak on his behalf was the one he needed to hear more than anything else. He waited to hear his fiance speak, but the silence was almost deafening. Did Blaine think he had done this to himself? Why wasn't he speaking?

They entered the room a few minutes later, but Kurt wouldn't look at them. "They don't believe me." His voice was flat, barely loud enough to be heard.

"Hey, come on, Kiddo! We believe you! I know damn well you would never do this to yourself." Burt tried to hug his son, but it was awkward with Kurt facing away from him, and his arms strapped to the bed. Kurt fought not to cry.

"You already know I believe you," Santana said calmly. "And I know a way we can prove it."

"How?" Blaine's voice, when it finally came, sounded almost desperate. Kurt wanted to look at him, to see his expression, to know for sure what the man he loved was thinking. He raised his eyes and studied the hazel eyed man, who was looking at the Latina.

Santana looked at Kurt. "I was going to wait until they released you from the hospital to suggest this, but now I think time may be running out. I want to try hypnosis, to see if you can recall anything that might help us find out what is going on."

Kurt frowned. "Do you think it will work?"

"Only one way to find out. I called Madame Leona, the woman who made the amulet for you. She wants to be here when we try. She can be here in fifteen minutes, if you want."

Kurt looked around the room, at his dad, Carole, Rachel, and finally at Blaine, who seemed lost in thought. "Let's do it."

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Blaine watched the old woman as she held a crystal in front of Kurt's glasz eyes. He couldn't help feeling skeptical about all of this. He loved Kurt very much, and didn't want to believe he could somehow be faking this, or have harmed himself, but he didn't believe in the supernatural. How could some unseen force be attacking his fiance? Wasn't it easier to believe that this was an attempt to get his attention?

Blaine had been so busy lately, they hadn't seen each other for days on end. All of this started after Blaine forgot Kurt's birthday. Could Kurt have been so upset that he would almost kill himself to get Blaine's attention?

He hated himself for that thought. But was that because he didn't want to believe Kurt could do such a thing, or because he thought it was true, and that he had driven Kurt to do it?

He listened as the woman spoke softly, evenly. "Focus on the crystal, Kurt. See how the sunlight reflects off of each tiny little facet, twinkling. Nothing exists outside of the crystal. Clear your mind, until the light fills every corner. You are drifting on the light. You are weightless."

He could see the auburn haired man slipping into a trance like state. Several more moments passed, the woman speaking softly, and Kurt's body went limp. He exhaled softly.

"Now, Kurt," Madame Leona spoke clearly, but still in a gentle voice. "I want you to go back in your mind to the first attack. It's a week ago, Sunday..."

"No," Kurt said, voice flat, emotionless. " Not Sunday. Saturday."

Blaine and the others all frowned. Kurt hadn't showed any signs of having been attacked until Sunday night.

Madame Leona just continued as if there had been no interruption. "Tell us what happened that night."

"I was sad, and upset." Kurt frowned as he spoke. "It was my birthday. They all left me. I was alone. Blaine forgot. I wanted to celebrate, to dance. I went to a club. I got drunk. Wanted to make him jealous, but I wouldn't cheat. Just wanted someone to notice me."

Blaine felt sick. He had neglected his boyfriend, made him feel like no one cared.

"He came up behind me on the dance floor," Kurt continued, still in that monotone voice. "Just wanted to dance."

"Who is it, Kurt? Can you describe him?" Madame Leona asked. She had instructed them not to speak at all, to let her question him.

"I turned to face him. All I can see is blue. Drowning in it. Can't breathe. Too hot."

"What happened next?"

"He maneuvered me off the dance floor, into the shadows. I didn't want to go, but I couldn't stop myself. I told him I had a fiance. I wanted to push him away but my body wouldn't move. He whispered to me, told me to relax, to forget...something. Told me to just feel. He kissed me!"

Kurt began to thrash around, but his arms were still bound to the bed. Tears began to streak down his face. "No! Don't want this! Just like Karofsky, but I can't fight it, can't push him away! No!"

Blaine was devastated. Kurt had once again been forced into a kiss he hadn't wanted. He was angry for Kurt, but a small part of him was also angry at Kurt for putting himself into that position. He'd gone there to make Blaine jealous.

"Calm yourself, Kurt. It is over, past. What happened next?"

Kurt relaxed once more. "Pain, in my throat. He bit me."

Rachel and Carole gasped in shock, and Burt swore. Madame Leona shushed them, and then spoke to Kurt again. "What happened next?"

Kurt brows furrowed. "He told me to forget until it was time to remember. Told me to take a cab home and sleep."

"That's good, Kurt. Now tell us about Sunday. What happened at the diner that scared you?"

Kurt's breathing was becoming erratic. "He was there, at the diner. I could feel him trying to get into my mind again, but he didn't push it. I don't know why. I was afraid, and feeling sick. I told Santana to cover the end of my shift, and I left. I was almost to the subway, when he grabbed me, pulled me into an abandoned building."

He began to shake again. "I wanted to scream, but no sound would come. I was drowning in blue again. He wanted me to say...something. His name...he wanted me to...his name..."

Kurt was thrashing again. Blaine was growing angrier by the moment. "No! Don't want this! Want Blaine! Oh god please no!"

The pale man screamed, and Blaine swore. He knew that face, the one only he had ever seen. It was the face Kurt made when he was on the verge of orgasm.

"Calm yourself, Kurt," Madame Leona said. "Relax. It is past. Did he feed from you again?"

Kurt had settled once more, although he was still shaking, his voice breathier than usual as he spoke again. "Yes."

"What happened after that?"

Kurt seemed to tense up again, but his breathing was more even. "He told me to forget again. Told me to go home. He left me near the subway. I was confused. Got on the wrong train. I thought I was the only one. I never saw the other. He came from behind me. Thought it was him again, but it was another one. He grabbed me, whispered something. I think it was French. 'Maintenant, je vais avoir ma revanche. Le prince tombera.'"

Santana quickly wrote down the words, phonetically.

Blaine was pacing now. He didn't know what to believe. Kurt was saying he'd been attacked by not one but two...vampires? Really? This was insane! There were no such things! He loved Kurt, but there was no way any of this was real. He glanced at Burt, who he thought would feel the same way, but it was apparent that Burt wanted to believe his son.

Kurt continued speaking, sounding much calmer now. "He took my blood, but he was interrupted. He told me to forget, and left. I got off at the next stop. My throat was bleeding. I got on the correct train. I'd just come up the stairs. Someone was there. I couldn't see her face. I was still confused. She offered me a handkerchief to put on the cut on my throat. There was something on it. It burned when it touched my skin. She laughed when I pulled it away. Then she yanked my hair, and rushed down the subway stairs."

Kurt's voice began to fade out for a moment. "Familiar. Her voice was familiar. I started to feel sick. I think I threw up, and my neck started bleeding even more. I tried to get home, but..I don't remember what happened."

"When was the next attack?" Madame Leona asked.

"Saturday afternoon. At the audition. Someone tried to get inside my head. Don't know which one. Then...something was attacking me physically, but I couldn't see it. Light glinted off my ring, and suddenly my mind began to clear. I could picture Blaine in my head, and that drove out who ever was trying to control me, but the physical attack continued. Something squeezing me, my skin too tight. I couldn't breathe."

"That's enough now, Kurt." Madame Leona lowered the crystal. "You will sleep now. When you wake in a few hours, you will feel refreshed, calm, and relaxed. You will remember what we discussed, but you will not be afraid. I will set protections around you keep out the evil force that means you harm. Sleep now."

Kurt's eyes drifted closed, and he let out a soft sigh. Madame Leona motioned for them all to step out into the hall so they could speak.

"This is nonsense!" Blaine hissed once they were out side the room and the door nearly closed. "Vampires aren't real!"

Burt looked at him sternly. "You think he is doing this to himself?"

"I don't know! I don't want to believe that, but it is more reasonable than vampires!"

Santana moved quickly, before anyone knew what she intended, and slapped him. "He's your fiance! He needs your love and support right now! Whether you believe in vampires or not, someone has attacked him! Don't you care about that?"

He was shocked, not only by the slap, but the fear in her voice. "Of course I care! I just can't believe that some mythological creature is the one who has done it!"

"Do you have any other reasonable suggestion for what is happening?" Burt's question was spoken with an air of menace. "I know Kurt would never do something to deliberately harm himself. You know that, too. I know it is hard to believe. Hell, I don't want to think that vampires are real, but I've seen some crazy shit in my days."

"There are more things in heaven and Earth..." Carole quoted.

"I believe Kurt," Rachel said. "You didn't see him that night when I saw him from the cab. There was definitely something unnatural going on. Look, Blaine, I know you are scared, and worried for Kurt. I know you love him deeply. Please, just keep an open mind about this."

His shoulders slumped. He was suddenly exhausted. Was he just refusing to see the truth because he was upset, at himself for not being there for Kurt when he needed him, and at Kurt for going out on his own and trying to make him jealous? All the evidence was there, the blood loss, the venom, the memory loss.

"What are we going to do?"

A/N French translation;

Now I claim my revenge. The prince shall fall.

I got some exciting news tonight about one of my incomplete scripts that I hope turns into a huge break for my writing career, but it may be a few months before I learn if it pans out. I could use all the good luck you can send my way!