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I should warn you, Blaine is not a gentle, sweet man in this story, on the contrary, he is dark and cruel and gives Kurt a bad time, starting in this chapter. But Kurt is a strong boy, he won't give up.
The room had seemed like a mess when Blaine had entered it twenty minutes earlier and he only had made it even worse since then. He had felt the need to destroy everything around him, so he had spent his time with throwing various things against the wall, making them shatter into small pieces.
It was all because of that boy. When Blaine had gone out that night, searching for a new target, he had found him, lost and scared, like he liked his victims. He had even left the boy run from him, to make his hunt more exciting. And then... he had caught him and pressed him down onto the ground.
It had been the moment everything had changed. Because Blaine had looked into his large blue eyes and everything had stopped for a minute. He had seen those eyes once, maybe a decade or so earlier. Or something similar to them. But as he had looked into those eyes, he couldn't help but think about that scared little boy he had left in the woods all those years ago when he had taken his mother away.
What had been his name? Oh, right. Kurt. He had heard it several times while he had kept Elisabeth in his dungeon. He had left the woman alive for a few more days and every time he had visited her, she had begged, asking him to set her free and let her go back to her family. It had been the first time Blaine had felt something more than hunger and hate and he had ended the woman's life soon after that because he couldn't deal with the weird pain in his chest anymore.
Elisabeth had told him about his family, making him feel bad. She had told Blaine about his son, Kurt, who was the same boy Blaine had let go when he had chosen to take the woman instead. Now he wondered if he was the same boy he had caught a few days ago. It could be. Kurt was about the age of the boy he held in the cage and he had those beautiful eyes, too. What if he had caught that boy this time? Was he able to kill him?
He grabbed his mother's delicate Chinese vase from the desk beside him and hurled it across the room. It hit the wall hard and Blaine was satistied when he saw it breaking into million pieces.
"So you're in a bad mood... Again."
Blaine sighed and turned around to face the old man standing at the door.
"What do you want?" Blaine asked exasperatedly.
"Try to prevent you from ruining everything left in this house" the old man said.
Blaine rolled his eyes and turned back to the wall, throwing another vase towards it.
"You can't do this" the old man said, grabbing Blaine's arm as he raised another porcelain from the desk. "Half of these things are mine. You have no right to destroy them."
"You will die soon and leave them for me anyway" Blaine replied. "But be that way. Save your precious little things and I will put them down beside you while watching you die."
The man growled and stepped away from him.
"Don't be so sure you will live much longer than me" he said. "You don't know how long this thing with you lasts."
Blaine threw his head back and laughed. He loved these moments, when the old man told him his theory about Blaine's wonderfully long youth, unable to hide how jealous he was.
"As long as I drink their blood, I will remain young. Forever" Blaine said.
"If you can drink their blood. But it doesn't look like you want to kill that one in the dungeon, though."
"He's not like the others" Blaine growled.
"I can see" the old man said. "You surprised me, Blaine. I didn't know you were capable of any emotions."
"I'm not" Blaine said.
"Right" the man said, turning to leave. "At least let him get out of there for a while. He's been there in the dark for days, he needs fresh air and sunlight. And food, if you don't want him to die."
Blaine didn't reply. He turned back to the broken things in front of him and watched them thoughtfully. The man behind him nodded and left. He knew he couldn't do more. If Blaine didn't want to let the boy out, he wouldn't change his mind, even if he begged him.
~ o ~
Kurt was sure he would die there in the dark room. He had no idea how long he had been there after hearing Quinn dying, but the man hadn't come back for him. He hadn't even come back to torture Kurt. He had been left alone in the complete darkness, without food or water. He felt himself getting weaker with every minute and he wasn't able to sit anymore. He just lay there, breathing slowly, waiting for his death.
He had thought his fate would be similar to Quinn's, being dragged out of the room and tortured by a monster, but it had never come. Now that he was close to death, he wished he would have the same death. At least it would be quick, he didn't care about pain anymore. It would be over and it was all that mattered.
He didn't know why the man did this to him. Was it because of his pathetic attempt to save Quinn? Was this a game? Did the man want him to beg for death or what was his intent?
Kurt was boiling inside, if he had been stronger, he would have screamed and hit the cage to make the man listen to him. But it was too late for that, he was too weak to even sit straight. He could do nothing against his fate.
As if reading his thoughts, the man came to him not too much later. Kurt stayed unmoving as he looked up at the man, trying to figure out what was going to happen. He held his breath when the man opened the door of the cage, pulling him outside. This was it. He was going to kill him...
The man took Kurt into his arms, gently as a lover, and it made the boy confused. Was it a trick? Did the man want him to calm down, so he could end his life like he had done with Quinn? He knew what was coming as the man turned around and walked out of the room. He was going to die. God, he wasn't ready for this.
He opened his mouth to protest but all he could form was a weak moan. The man looked down at him in interest, smiling at his prisoner.
"You should save your strength" he said, keeping his dark eyes on Kurt.
Kurt tried to look angry to let the man know how much he hated him. He knew what the man wanted. He wanted Kurt to scream and beg as he ended his life.
Well, it wasn't going to happen.
"You're an interesting little human, you know that?" the man said conversationally. "The others can't stop begging and crying but you... you're still so strong. I like it."
They reached a large, wooden door and the man walked inside. It was a regular room with a large bed, a fancy wardrobe and a few smaller things. Kurt could tell it was a woman's bedroom from all the furniture and colors. The man carried him to the bed and put him down, then he reached out to grab a glass from the small table from beside the bed and pressed it to Kurt's lips.
"Drink it."
Kurt glared at him, unmoving.
"I said drink it!" the man growled, grabbing his hair and forcing his head back.
Kurt gasped in pain and the man took the oppotunity to pour the liquid into his mouth. Kurt coughed and tried to turn his head away but the grip on his hair was too strong. He couldn't do anything but swallow the liquid. It was warm and sweet, something he had never drunk before, and it made him feel sleepy.
"Good" the man said when the glass was empty. He put it back down onto the table and turned to leave.
"What are you going to do to me?" Kurt whispered, fighting against the dizziness as he turned his head to look at the man's back.
He stopped and turned his head to look at Kurt. He looked like he wanted to say something but then he shook his head and left the room, locking the door behind him.
Kurt could do nothing but lie there in the bed, unable to move. He kept his eyes on the door, waiting for the man to come back but it didn't happen. After a while, he let the tiredness take over his body and make him fall into blackness.
~ o ~
Blaine was standing outside in the garden, hiding in the shadow of a tree. The sun was shining brightly and he hated sunlight. It wasn't like it could hurt him but it still annoyed him. He prefered darkness.
He heard the slow footsteps way before he could see the old man coming down the stairs. He looked towards the tree, knowing well that he would find Blaine there. It was his usual place from where he could see the whole garden and the gate, although it was useless to watch the path leading to the manor. Nobody came here, not after what had happened here all those years ago.
"Have you checked on him?" Blaine asked.
"Yes" the man replied. "He's doing better, although he's still asleep."
"He's going to wake up soon" Blaine said. Sure, the boy had been in a bad state but the potion he had given him made him stronger. He was going to be alright.
"What do you want to do with him?" the older man asked.
"We're going to spend the night together" Blaine replied.
"Blaine."
The man sighed, turning towards the old human with an annoyed look.
"What?" he asked.
"You can't keep him around to play with him. It's not right. If you don't want to kill him and we both know you don't, let him go. Don't make him suffer like this" the older man pleaded.
"You mean like you?" Blaine asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I don't have much time left. I don't care if I have to stay with you" the older man sighed. "But he's still young. You can't take away his life like you took mine."
"You can't tell me what to do" Blaine growled.
"Please, Blaine" the man pleaded quietly. "I know that gentle boy is still there inside of you. Let him make the decision."
Blaine acted quickly. He growled, grabbed the old man and slammed him to the tree, keeping him there by his grip on his neck.
"You're wrong" he said, his black eyes full of anger. "The Blaine you knew is dead. He has been for a long time. And I won't let you tell me what I should do."
He let go of the man's neck and smiled at him cruelly as he watched him fall to his knees.
"The boy has to stay here" Blaine said. "And I want him to have dinner with me tonight. Prepare us something delicious."
"From what we have here?" the old man asked with a raised eyebrow.
"That's right" Blaine nodded. "Go out and hunt. Or find something in the forest, I don't care. But I want tonight to be perfect."
"What are you plans with him?" the man asked.
"It's none of your concern" Blaine answered and disappeared in the house.
~ o ~
When Kurt came to, he felt a lot better than earlier. He felt rested and energetic, he wasn't thirsty or hungry anymore. And he was lying in a comfortable, warm bed that made him smile at first. But then he remembered what had happened to him, how he had ended up in that bed and he opened his eyes immediately, sat up and looked around in the room. He was alone but to make sure, he jumped out of the bed and looked under it, then walked to the wardrobe and checked it, too. Yes, he was alone, without a black-eyes monster watching him.
He turned back to the wardrobe and run his eyes down the expensive looking clothes in front of him. They were a man's clothes, all of them made of fine materials with gilded buttons and beautiful needlework. Clothes he had only dreamt about. He looked at them one last time and turned around, facing the door. He had no idea what was waiting for him there but he couldn't stay, he had to try sneaking out of the house and if he couldm he would run back home without stopping to look back. He was still alive, so he had to believe that it wasn't too late for him to break free.
He was about to grab the handle and check if he could open the door when he heard a soft click and the door opened. Kurt shrieked and jumped back, afraid of the man with black eyes. To his surprise, the man stepping inside was somebody he hadn't seen before. He was way older than the other and he seemed completely human-like with pale skin and bright blue eyes.
"Ah, so you're awake. Good" the old man said and stepped forward.
Kurt backed away from him without hesitation. He could look like a human, giving him a friendly smile, but Kurt didn't trust him at all.
"What do you want from me?" Kurt asked.
"He wants to see you" the old man said and went to the wardrobe. "He asked you to have dinner with him tonight."
"I-I won't. I don't want to" Kurt said quickly.
"I don't think you have a choice" the man sighed.
"Please, let me go" Kurt whispered.
The man grabbed a shirt from the wardrobe and looked at the boy. He seemed so small and young, the old man felt bad for him.
"I can't help you" he said finally. "He won't let you go and you shouldn't try to run. You can't get out of here."
"Please, I-I can't stay here" Kurt said desperately. "My father... he's sick! He's worried about me! Please, let me go!"
The old man shook his head slowly.
"Believe me, if I could help you, I would. But there's nothing I can do" the man said. He took a step towards Kurt, handing him the shirt. "Put it on. He doesn't want you to wear your own clothes while having dinner with him. It may be big for you but it's all we have."
Kurt pressed his lips together in anger. He wasn't some kind of slave they could order what to do. And he certainly wouldn't wear those clothes just because that monster wanted him to look well for the dinner. Why was it important? He would kill him anyway.
"I won't wear those clothes" he said. "And he can't tell me what to do. I won't have dinner with him, I have enough of his sick games! If he wants to kill me, he has to come here and do it!"
"Listen kid, you don't understand..."
"Oh, I do" Kurt cut in. "He wants to play with me, let me believe I have a chance to survive. But I'm tired of this. Tell him that I refuse to eat with him."
"You don't know what you do" the old man said. "Just put on that shirt and come with me."
"No."
"It's a bad decision" the old man said. He knew he could do nothing to change Kurt's mind and how Blaine would act if he couldn't bring Kurt with him. He would be angry, very angry. "But if that's what you want, I won't force you."
Kurt nodded and stayed at the window, unmoving.
"I'm going to tell him" the old man sighed and left the room, locking the door behind him.
Kurt let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding and fell to his knees. The beast would be back for him soon. And he would kill him. But it was the best thing that could happen to him. He just hoped it would be quick.
~ o ~
Blaine was waiting in the dining room, wearing his best clothes. He had sent his servant to get the boy and give him some of Cooper's old clothes to wear. It would make the boy look even more beautiful and he wanted it, so he could admire that slim body during dinner. He had no idea why, but he wanted to spend time with the boy. He wanted to ask him about himself, tell him stories about the manor and share curious looks. He had even thought about giving him flowers but the beast within him made him forget about that idea. He wasn't a regular man after all and he certainly wasn't capable of emotions like love. It was just a periodical weakness but once he was done playing with him, he would kill the boy, just like the others. It had to be that way.
The door opened and Blaine looked up, waiting for the boy to arrive in his new clothes but growled in frustration when the old man came back without him.
"Where's he?" he asked.
"In his room..." the old man started but Blaine stopped him as he slammed him against the wall.
"What do you mean he's in his room?" Blaine asked angrily.
"He doesn't want to have dinner with you. I-I tried to convince him to come with me but he didn't want to" the man said.
"He thinks he can reject my order?" Blaine shouted. He let go of the man and rushed to the door.
"Blaine, leave him, It's not easy for him..."
"I don't care! He's going to have dinner with me because I want so!" Blaine said and disappeared on the corridor.
He rushed towards Kurt's room, shaking with anger. If the boy thought he could tell him no, he was wrong, very wrong.
He didn't bother to open the door with the key, he pushed it open with his bare hands. The boy was sitting on the edge of the bed and when he saw him, he jumped up and away from Blaine. But he wasn't fast enough. Nobody was fast enough, nobody could run or hide from Blaine.
He grabbed Kurt by his throat and slammed his back to the wall, hard. The boy gasped and closed his eyes, going limp in his grip.
"If I tell you to have dinner with me" Blaine hissed into his ear. "Then you have dinner with me. Without putting up resistance. Do you understand?"
He didn't wait for Kurt's answer, he held his firm grip on the boy's hair and pulled him out of the room. He dragged Kurt down the corridor, right back to the dining room, and dropped the shaking boy into the armchair.
"Sit" Blaine ordered when Kurt wanted to jump up.
In the next moment, the arms of the chair came to life and sneaked around Kurt's upper arm, tying the boy to the chair.
"What's happening?" he asked, afraid. It was something new. Something he didn't expect.
Blaine smiled and walked up to him, stopping behind Kurt. He put his arms gently around the boy and pressed a soft kiss onto Kurt's neck. He didn't know but there was that feeling, stronger than his hunger that made him do it. The boy shivered and tried to pull away but there was nowhere to go.
"This is my house, darling" Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear. He licked his neck and smiled when the boy started shaking even more. "Everything is mine and they take my orders. I suggest you to do the same."
Kurt closed his eyes and tried to imagine that he was somewhere else, where he wasn't held captive and there wasn't a crazy black-eyed man torturing him. But it was hard to concentrate when the man behind him was still licking and sucking on his neck.
"Now that you finally joined me, it's time for the first dish. What do you think?" Blaine asked and stepped away from Kurt, to the boy's relief. He went back to his chair and sat down. "Eat."
The wooden vines pressing him to the chair moved back from his arms, so he was able to reach out for the fork in front of him but they still held him on the chair.
"Hm, delicious" Blaine hummed happily. "You should try."
When Kurt didn't move, Blaine snapped his fingers and the right arm of the chair moved again, grabbing Kurt's wrist and guiding it to the fork. It made him grab the fork and put a mouthful of the food into his own mouth.
Kurt was terrified. He was forced to feed himself, although he was close to vomit. But Blaine made him eat the food and watched him with those cruel eyes as Kurt did so.
"Tell me about yourself" Blaine said conversationally after he had forced Kurt to eat most of his food. "What's your name?"
Kurt looked up at him with wide eyes. This man was crazy. He had just forced him to eat, he had chained him to a chair with magic, and he wanted him to talk to him as if nothing had happened?
"Come on. You don't want me to force you to talk, right?" Blaine asked sweetly.
"My name's Kurt" Kurt said quietly.
Blaine looked down for a second and smiled to himself. So he was right. It was really that boy he had left in the forest all those years ago. He didn't know why, but the thought made him feel so warm inside.
"I'm Blaine" he said simply.
Kurt, who was staring at the table in front of him, looked up at him with wide eyes. He knows, Blaine mused as he watched the realistation appear on the boy's face.
"You-you mean like Blaine Anderson?" Kurt whispered.
"That's right" Blaine nodded and grabbed his glass to drink some vine.
"How is it possible?" Kurt muttered, mostly to himself.
Blaine knew what he was thinking. Blaine should have been old, maybe not even alive, but certainly not as young as he was.
"It's called luck, Kurt" Blaine said and stood up, going back to the boy. He took a deep breath as he leaned down to the boy's neck, enjoying his sweet scent. It drove him crazy. "A witch was kind enough to make me immortal. I'm gonna stay young and powerful for a ong-long time."
He snapped his fingers and made the chair let go of Kurt. Once the boy was free, he grabbed his arms and pulled him to his feet. Kurt was still shaking, barely able to stand on his own feet but Blaine enjoyed it. He could hold him close without too much protest from the boy, so he wrapped his arms around him and pressed his face to Kurt's neck again, inhaling his scent.
"Stop!" Kurt screamed as he tried to push Blaine away but he wasn't strong enough for that.
"Nah, don't be like that" Blaine said, pressing kisses along Kurt's jaw. "I know you like it..."
Slap!
Blaine stopped immediately and took a step back, releasing Kurt. It wasn't like the boy hurt him, not at all. He was far too strong to even feel a slap, but nobody ever tried to fight back. He looked into Kurt's eyes in disbelief. He was staring at him with the mixture of anger and fear, shaking slightly, but he didn't move.
"Who do you think you are?" Kurt hissed. "I'm not your slave. I'm not your toy. I'm a human being with feelings and I won't let you do this to me. You can't force yourself on me."
Blaine needed a few seconds to realise what had happened and what had Kurt said. Or done. And he went from shocked to furious in no time, grabbing the boy by his neck and squeezing it painfully.
"You think you can deny me?" he growled, pushing Kurt back to the wall. "Oh, no, darling, it doesn't work that way. If I want something, you obey, without questions. And you certainly don't do this again."
He turned Kurt around and pushed him to the wall, twisting his arms back.
"And if you try to hit me ever again, I will break your arms. Do you understand?"
He waited for Kurt to nod and then released the boy, taking a step back. He ran his fingers through his hair, thinking.
"Since you can't act like a guest, I certainly don't have to act like a host. You don't deserve a fancy room and clothes because you're nothing but a pet in this household, and we keep the pets in cages."
He reached down and grabbed Kurt by his hair, pulling him to his feet. Kurt winced in pain but could do nothing as Blaine dragged him out of the dining room and down the stairs. They went back to the dark room where he had been locked up in the cage and although he tried to break free, Blaine opened the door in no time and tossed him into the cage, slamming the door shut.
"You won't come out, unless I want you to" Blaine said and left the room, slamming the door shut.
Kurt pressed his back to the cold metal behind him to support his weight. He was shaking so hard that he could barely sit. He couldn't believe he had done that, that he had angered and slapped the man. And he couldn't believe he had survived that. He had been sure in the other room than Blaine would kill him right there and then, but he hadn't.
And Kurt didn't know if he should be glad that he was still alive or scared from the next day.