"Pivot! Pivot!" Jeff whispered in the dark halls of Dalton.
Jeff, Nick and Kurt were carrying two teenage boys at the same time to the Dalton kitchens. The three men kept bumping the bodies into walls, furniture, corners and doors. Blaine, however, was patiently waiting in the Common Room with grasped hands and staring out of the windows.
"Jeff, stop hitting them into stuff!" Nick whispered, "They'll wake up!"
"Wait," Kurt has interjected, "You didn't kill them?" he looked up at Jeff and Nick.
Jeff fumbled with the the teenage boys' upperbodies as he lead the way, "I haven't got that good yet! I'm trying to hit them in the head as hard as I can, but that only makes them unconsious."
"Stab them in the heart at least!" Kurt said.
"Not if I have a rope," Nick sighed as he dropped his share of the two boys, "Let's stop for a few seconds, they're heavy," he placed his hands on his waist and looked down at the boys on the floor. Jeff and Kurt followed suit and rested their arms as well.
The three young killers found their two subjects in nearby Lima Heights Adjacent when the two subjects were doing graffiti on the sides of buildings. Nick and Kurt had tied them together as Jeff found a big rock and hit them in the head with said rock.
Jeff was still in the process of finding instruments to kill victims. Each chance he had, Jeff had a new weapon. Although the three young men were on the verge of going up a level, the Masters still ordered them to practice all together without the help of a Master. This was so they knew how do kill by themselves.
Nick and Kurt promised that they would let Jeff do all of the harm, so they stepped back and let him practice. However, they did help when it was time to carry the bodies back to Dalton. Over time, the bodies got heavier out of exhaustion from the hree young men. They finally got the bodies into the kitchens after a short break and went to get Blaine.
Blaine swiftly walked into the kitchens upon being called and saw that the victims were still breathing. His eyes grew sharp and turned towards the killers, "What is this?"
"Victims," Nick answered without hesitation.
"I know that, Nick," Blaine spoke again, "but why are they breathing?"
As Nick and Jeff fumbled with their answers and Kurt looked on at them, Blaine took out a knife from his jacket pocket, quickly opened it and stabbed each boy in the throat and heart. Blaine went so quick that they're were no scream from the victims. All three killers snapped their heads in Blaine direction and waited for him to speak.
But instead of devouring the victims, Blaine put the knife away and turned to the killers, "I have a proposition... but I need all the other men to hear as well."
"What are we going to do?" Kurt spoke.
Blaine looked over at Kurt, "We're going on a trip. It'll be a long trip and you all may be gone for several days."
Unsure of what Blaine was going on about, Kurt looked over at Jeff and Nick, who were giving the same expressions to him, "I... I don't think we understand."
"Just go wake all the Warblers up and come downstairs to the Common Room quickly and quietly," Blaine pronounced.
"Couldn't you just tell them at a meeting later on today?" Kurt took a step towards Blaine.
Jeff and Nick stopped in their tracks after turning away to go to the bedrooms. They slowly turned around towards Blaine and Kurt. Blaine sighed and walked over to the victims laying on the table, "I guess so. I'm just... excited about my plan."
"I know you are honey," Kurt walked over to Blaine and reached out for his arm. Jeff and Nick glanced at each other with furrowed brows then back towards the other men, "But I don't think they'd want to be waken up in the middle of the night to hear something that you could say during the day."
Blaine sighed again and looked Kurt in the eyes, "Alright, I'll tell them tomorrow," he smirked as he played with his fingers. Subconsciously, the boys began leaning forward with their noses almost touching-
"Ahem," a sound was heard throughout the kitchen.
Kurt and Blaine turned their heads to a set of boys who were just simply standing there, looking at everything else but the two lovers.
"You two can go to bed if you wish," Blaine rubbed his fingers still.
"We didn't get an order, so we didn't know what to do," Jeff mumbled.
Blaine repeated his statement and watched as the two boys left. As soon as they were out of sight, Blaine went in again and surprised Kurt with a peck.
Kurt stepped away with a slight smile, "I guess I have to start going back home now. I'm already so late returning home and-"
"Stay here," Blaine interjected.
"Wha?" Kurts eyebrows rose slowly, "Blaine, my dad's going to be worried. I'm going to get into deep trob-"
"Stay here," Blaine stepped forward to his lover and stared him in the eyes, "I want you to be here. And besides, you'd have to drive all the way home to come all the way back here."
"True, but-" Blaine interrupted Kurt once again and kissed him. This lasted longer than the last and was more heated and passionate.
Between breaths and pauses, Blaine pleaded his case, "Stay here. I don't want you to go. I'll let you sleep in my bed."
With little to no convincing, Kurt kissed back and was lead by Blaine upstairs to his bed. Clothes were shed, sheets were upturned and the lights went dim. With no distractions, the boys finally did what they always wanted...
Groggy Warblers filled the Common Room as they descended from their classes with backpacks and satchels full of textbooks and notes. The course work was beginning to grow due to Midterms unfolding into their schedules soon and their teachers were giving them more class and homework.
Blaine sat at the headdesk, fingers wrapped around one another, and hiding his sly smile as he looked at Kurt. His thoughts kept tracing back to the night before full of moans, muscles, kisses, touching, gasping, growling, penetration... "Blaine?"
The ultimate Master cleared his throat and stood in front of the other Warblers, and Kurt, "I have an idea that I'd like to share with you. It consists of our after school activities," he wiggled his eyebrows.
The Warblers sat up and focused, all eager to hear a new plan set foot among them.
"West Virginia," Blaine started, "What do you all know about West Virginia?"
"It's to the East of us..." Trent started, "I think about thirty to fourty minutes away."
Blaine smirked, "Anything else?" After looking around to find blank expressions, he finished, "They all fear the Mothman."
Nick looked around before clearing his throat and stammered, "The Mothman? The dark winged creature that was responsible for the Silver Bridge falling? Wasn't that in the fifties?"
"Sixties," Kurt corrected Nick.
"Still," Nick continued, "Wouldn't they have forgotten about him now?"
"Look," Wes piped up, "They have museums and festivals dedicated to the creature and a statue at Point Pleasant. I think they still are scared of the bastard. We can use him as a device to get more victims. Plenty more!"
The Warblers looked back at Blaine as they realized all of their possiblities, "Is this true?" Trent interjected, "What would we do with the extra bodies? Where would we keep them in hiding? What about transportation?"
Kurt suddenly came to the realization that his dad had plenty of cars that people had abandoned at his shop. Mostly old cars from the seventies that was just rotting on soil, reeking of old car smell and desperately needed new paint jobs, but it was nothing that the Warblers could use. Kurt told the others his thoughts and waited for responses.
"You would do that for us?" David leaned forward.
Kurt nodded quickly, "Anything to help."
"How would we acquire them from Burt?" Blaine rubbed his chin. Jeff jerked his head towards Blaine.
"I could just say we needed them to practice our driving for our drivers liscenses?" Kurt spoke.
The Masters laughed and Thad spoke up, "Some of us know how to drive already though."
"That's why we lie," Jeff said exasperated, "Or say..." he began collecting himself, "that you all are teaching us."
"Kurt," Blaine stood up and walked to the point where he stood in front of Kurt and looked down on him, "How soon can you get us these cars?"
"Does everyone have their weapons in the Volkswagon?" David looked at his list. His fingers traced the outline of his gun in his pocket as he noticed rope, knives, Wes' gavels were thrown into the pile, shovels, tasers stolen from police officers, bows and arrows, Well this was going to be interesting, David thought, and a chainsaw... Chainsaw?
"Um, Blaine?" David raised his hand without looking away from his list, "Do we have a chainsaw?"
"Yes," Blaine said as he came around to the back of the van, "Just in case if things take a wrong turn."
"Which it won't since all us Masters are here," David looked up at Blaine, "You know that."
Blaine smiled and looked on as the other Warblers were packing into the various cars. There were four in total including, a yellow Volkswagon Bus and mint green Van, a pink Chevorlet Bel-Air convertable with an AirStream attached and of course, the Red Ford Truck complete with a tarpe over the bed.
Each Master got a vehicle to drive and it's passengers. Complete with directions to Point Pleasant, everyone got in their respected vehicles. A lot of passengers went into the bus and van since they could hold more people. Blaine and Kurt however, went into the Red Truck.
They rolled the windows down and followed the other cars as Blaine put his arm around Kurt. Kurt leaned into Blaines side and sighed. This feeling was nice. They were all driving in the middle of the night, some possibly to a city they've never been to and out for some good ol' hunting.
"Blaine," Kurt looked up at his lover, "Why are we doing this? Why are we not spanning it out like we were before?"
Blaine straightened his posture and cleared his throat, keeping his eyes on the road, "Some Warblers have been wanting to lead... normal lives instead of hunting every week. They just want a break from it all."
"What if they quit or turn their back on you?" Kurt sat up.
"They won't," Blaine shook his head, "I know they won't. They're faithful to me as are you," he quickly looked over to Kurt and booped his nose.
Kurt smiled, "That is true," he chuckled, "I just thought that once they have a certain break, that they'd never want to come back. They'd want to move on. I mean Blaine," Kurt yawned, "what's going to happen after high school?"
Blaine swallowed and shifted his eyes, "The Masters have all decided that they'll follow me wherever I go, whenever I go, and that's fact." He looked at the clock and read 11:20pm. They were ahead of schedule by ten minutes. He made sure that the Warblers either had no schoolwork to fullfill or already had the assignments completed.
As Kurt looked all around him, he saw nothing but cityscape turning into forests and long, winding roads. He saw stars above him as well as shooting stars and consteallations. As the breeze went through his hair and chilled his body, he grew into a trance as his face and left side of his body was warmed by Blaine's body heat. Soon, things around him grew hazy and his eyelids got heavy.
Kurt woke up to the sound of doors opening and closing. Through his blurry sight he saw blue jackets running around and getting their materials. Everyone was equipped with a knife and was being paired into teams. He saw the familiar face of his love coming back towards him. Kurt sat up as Blaine approached and smiled softly.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," Blaine said and kissed Kurts forhead, "Are you ready to get some victims?"
"For you?" Kurt replied, "Of course."
"Good. Your weapons are in the van. You best need them if you're going to be hunting!"
Kurt clambered out of the Red Truck and looked around at his surroundings. He saw a metal bridge over a river, but why was this river familiar? As he looked further around him, he noticed a banner hanging from two buildings over a street that said, "Welcome to Beautiful Point Pleasant!"
Suddenly, the stories had come back to him. Mothman. Behind him was a mural full of Native Americans and Colonial Men and scrolls with calligraphy. The mural itself was called the Battle of Point Pleasant. By the water was a stone and bronze plaque with a memorial note of the fourty-six who had died in the river on December 15 of 1967.
"Remember," Wes started as the Warblers were conceiling their weapons, "all we need to do is go up this ramp onto the new Silver Bridge to the left towards Gallipolis. Just fill as much as you can into your vehicles... or AirStreams, and leave. Don't wait around."
"And please text any Master when you get back to Dalton safely," David spoke out, "Don't move your victims into the building but stay in the valley nearby because we're going to move to a nearby location to dispose of the bodies."
"To further explain," Wes began again, "there was an abandoned asylum found in the forest that's cool enough to keep the bodies from rotting to quickly. So we're going there after everyone collects at Dalton."
David brought out a stack of papers filled with information and placed them on the hood of the pink Chevorlet Bel-Air and placed his gun on top to keep them from blowing away, "But before we go," he motioned for Blaine and a squirmy Thad to come over where they were standing, "Us Masters want to award a certain Warbler into the highest level... Trent Nixon."
Trent's head shot up as he gasped, "What?"
"You have acheived a lot within a year and we want to congratulate you by welcoming you into the Masters," Blaine said as he held out a pin of a yellow bird holding an arrow while music notes flew around him, "Congradulations, Grave Robber."
Trent and the Masters all shook hands and officially placed the pin onto his lapel. There was a soft clapping from the other Warblers.
David reached over to his papers and gave some to Trent, "I did some research for you," he handed the papers to the other Warbler, "I found some gravesites that had recent burials. Some even from today and yesterday," he winked at Trent, "Have fun."
"Alright, Warblers," Blaine clasped his hands together and smiled, "Are we ready?"
A cheer was made from all the men. Some hands shot up in the air and some positions themselves, ready to run. Thad was being held back from going too early as the others could clearly see his eyes going red and teeth going sharp. They all waited for Blaine's cue to begin. Then suddenly, Blaine threw his hand down, "Go!"