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There are some informations about Blaine's family in this chapter (including their deaths) and you don't have to wait too long for more.

Warnings: descriptions of character deaths and the usual creepiness

Kurt spent an aweful lot time in the cage. It was like the man had forgotten about him or he wanted Kurt to be weak and frightened again. Well, if it was his intent, he did it well.

Being locked up alone in the darkness meant that Kurt could do nothing but sit and think. He tried to think about his family and forget the cruel owner of the manor but it was too painful. He tried to imagine how he father could have taken the news of his disappearance and he felt a stab of pain in his chest as he thought of the older man, probably devastated because of losing his only child. Kurt wanted to convince himself that his father was still waiting for him, that he hadn't given up hope, but he knew it wasn't true. Nobody left the forest alive after meeting the beast.

When he realised that he was crying, he forced himself to not think about his father. The man could be back in any second and Kurt wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing him in tears. He would think that he could break Kurt but it wasn't true. Kurt was strong and he wouldn't give up, not until his heart was still beating.

As he thought of the man who kept him captive, Kurt started wondering if he had told him the truth. The man said that his name was Blaine but the only Blaine Anderson Kurt had heard about was the son of John and Pamela Anderson. And if the rumours were true, the whole Anderson family had died almost fifty years ago when the beast had appeared.

Something wasn't right. The man looked exactly how the folks had described Blaine Anderson. But if it was true, if he was really that Blaine Anderson, who could he look so young? He had to be more than sixty years old but he still looked around Kurt's age.

And then, there was the thing with his eyes. They were always full black, something Kurt hadn't seen before. They were so unnatural. And Blaine drank blood, or so Kurt knew. He had never seen him actually drinking from somebody but he had heard about the people whose bodies had been found. They had had no blood left.

So something was very wrong with Blaine Anderson. Kurt tried to find out what it could be, what could have caused his current state. Something could have happened to him, something that had changed the boy into... this monster. Kurt didn't know much about supernatural creatures, though. There were stories about them, of course, but Kurt didn't believe in them at all. He had heard stories about creatures drinking human blood and most of those descriptions fitted Blaine but it was still unbelievable that those myths could be true.

Those stories talked about monsters without soul, creatures who had been humans once but without their souls they had been left with constant hunger and such cruelty that had made the unable to live together with other beings.

But Blaine wasn't alone. There was that mysterious old man, his servant, who seemed to be a human, and not from the strongest type. And there was Kurt, still alive, although his state could change in any minute, especially if he couldn't keep his big mouth shut. He had to figure out how to keep himself safe from Blaine and make him trust Kurt at the same time, so he could have the chance to find out more about the man and the mystery of the manor.

~ o ~

Blaine was in a bad mood again, the man could tell from how he was pacing and muttering to himself. It was a habit Blaine had taken up when they had been left alone after his transition and they had had nobody else to talk to apart from each other. Blaine usually spent his days alone, lost in his thoughts or hunting for humans, but he hated silence, so he talked to himself most of the times.

The man stepped closer, listening to Blaine's words. It was hard to understand what he was talking about, especially now that he was old and his organs didn't work the way they used to. But he could still understand that Blaine was talking about Kurt.

"So last night didn't go the way you planned" the man said.

"Leave me alone" Blaine growled, not caring to turn around to face him.

"Oh, Blainey, it's not the way how we make them fall for us" the man smiled.

"I don't want him to fall for me" Blaine said. "And don't call me Blainey. I hate it."

"Of course" the man smiled. "But you want him to like you, right?"

"No" Blaine said but the man knew he was lying.

"You can't lie to me. I know you too well" the man said.

"Do you have a death wish?" Blaine asked, turning around with angry eyes. "What I do or feel is none of your business. So leave me alone, old man."

"Look who's talking" the man mused. "How old are you exactly? 62?"

"Still younger than you" Blaine hissed.

They talked a lot about time and how Blaine still looked so awefully young while the other was growing older with every passed day. Blaine used to mock him, never letting him forget about his fate, but since the man wasn't young anymore and he had no chance for a real life, he didn't care. If it was all that made Blaine happy, he didn't mind listening to his cruel jokes.

"Where is he? Did you lock him back into the dungeon?" the man asked as he walked to the window. The sun was shining brightly again, it would have been perfect time for a picnic. It was such a shame that none of them was allowed to go out and enjoy the weather.

"He deserved it" Blaine muttered.

"What did he do?" the man asked.

"He slapped me" Blaine said quietly.

The man turned around to face him, not believing the younger man. But once he looked into Blaine's eyes, he knew that Blaine had told him the truth – and he started laughing.

"What's so funny?" Blaine growled angrily.

"You... Oh, God" the man laughed. "I can't believe he slapped you! That's amazing! I like the kid."

"No, it's not!" Blaine shouted. "I'm the lord of this manor and he has to obey me!"

"Sure" the man said, rolling his eyes. "So it's your big plan? Locking him back in there until he's willing to call you master?"

"He needs to learn his place" Baine replied. "But no, I won't keep him there for too long. We're having dinner together this evening, whether he wants it or not. And he better do what I tell him this time."

"Don't be so rough with him" the man said. "It's all new for him and I bet you haven't told him about us yet. Be gentle with him tonight. Make him open up for you. If you do it right, maybe one day he will be able to trust you."

"Why would I want him to trust me? He's just like the others" Blaine said, turning away.

The man smiled and walked to Blaine, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"No, Blainey" he said. "He's not like the others. And you know that."

~ o ~

Blaine came back that night. Kurt was already asleep and the man opened the door so quietly that the boy only noticed him when he was standing beside the cage. Kurt shrieked and moved back, away from the cage's door and the man who was watching him with a smirk.

"It's time to get up" Blaine said and opened the door.

Kurt hesitated for a second. Every bit of his body screamed to not move, to not go near that man but the boy knew he couldn't stay forever in the cage. Blaine would lose his patience and drag him out, and he didn't want that. So Kurt took a deep breath and climbed out of the cage, his eyes never leaving Blaine.

The man took a step closer to him but then he backed away quickly, grimancing.

"You're stinking" he said. "I guess it's time for a bath. I don't want to have dinner with you in this state."

Kurt opened his mouth to tell Blaine that he didn't want to have dinner with him at all, but the man grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the room before he could protest.

Blaine led him upstairs, into a small room with nothing but a large wooden tub and several small vials under the window. Blaine snapped his fingers and a washcloth appeared out of nowhere, landing on the top of the tub. Kurt swallowed and took a step back but Blaine wasn't done. A chair appeared next, with fresh clothes, then a soap, and in the end, the tub was filled with hot water.

Kurt was still frozen in place, staring at the tub with wide eyes. He knew that Blaine was able to do some magic but it was still so weird for him. And it made him feel even more scared. If Blaine was able to do these things, seemingly easily, then who knew what else he was capable of. Kurt was thinking about leaving while the man wasn't paying attention, he even took a step towards the still open the door, but as if it heard his thoughts, the door slammed closed.

"You're not going anywhere, unless I want you to" Blaine said in a bored tone. "The water is ready."

Kurt turned back to look at the water, now playing in a reddish colour with petals swimming on the top of it. It smelled great and Kurt would definitely enjoy a hot, sweet scented bath – if he wouldn't be locked up in the room with a black eyed man who was staring at him with hungry eyes. And who had killed God knew how many people.

"No" he said, shaking his head. "I'm not going to get naked in front of you."

"You can stay in those clothes but I don't think it would be comfortable in the water" the man smiled.

"Just leave me alone for a few minutes. Please" Kurt pleaded.

"No" Blaine said, still smiling. "If you want to have a bath, and believe me, you will, you need to undress yourself in front of me."

"Would you turn around at least?" Kurt asked, putting his arms around himself.

"No" Blaine replied immediately.

Kurt didn't move. Yes, he might have been terrified from the crazy man in front of him but he wasn't going to get naked in front of him, making the pervent safistied. But as the minutes passed, Blaine was running out of patience and he walked up to Kurt, grabbing his arms.

"If I say you get naked..." he started and tore Kurt's shirt from his body. "...You nod and do what I tell you to do. Do you understand?"

"No!" Kurt screamed as Blaine reached for his pants but the man was much faster than him. He grabbed the material and pulled it down, then grabbed Kurt's waist and dropped the boy into the tub before he could act.

Kurt's head went under the water and he was too shocked to act first. His lungs started burning when he finally realised that he was under the water and he had to get up. He jumped to his feet immediately and grabbed the edge of the tub as he stood up, gasping for air.

"See? There's no need to be so stubborn. I always get what I want" Blaine said from where he was standing in front of Kurt.

Kurt was afraid that Blaine would reach out and push his head back down, trying to choke him, but nothing like that happened. The boy stepped back anyway, trying to be as far from Blaine as possible while glaring at him angrily. Luckily, the water hid most of his body from Blaine's eyes.

"Here, try this" Blaine said, grabbing a vial with dark red liquid. "It's good for your hair."

Kurt remained unmoving again, staring at Blaine with wide eyes.

"Why are you doing this?" Blaine growled, hurling the vial across the room. "I give you my most expensive things but nothing is good enough for you. What is your problem?"

"I don't like being humiliated" Kurt replied, unable to stop himself. "I don't care how expensive these things are, you can't buy me with them."

"Of course I can" Blaine said, rolling his eyes. "You humans are the same. You would sell your own families for some money."

"I don't know where you've gotten your experiences, Blaine, but I'm not like that" Kurt said and turned away. "I don't know what you want from me but if you don't want me to hate you completely, you should stop acting like a monster and try to treat me like a person."

Blaine growled, slamming his fist into the wall, forming a hole. Nobody had talked to him like Kurt, not in a very long time. And it made him so angry.

"Your smell is hopefully gone" he said in the end, grabbing Kurt's arm. "It's time for dinner."

He pulled the boy out of the tub and pushed him onto the chair.

"Get dressed."

It was like the room went darker from just Blaine's anger and it was enough for Kurt to know that he should shut his mouth and do as he was told. So he dried himself off and got into the fresh clothes in no time. They were simple clothes, nothing like the shirt from the previous time, but they were clean and warm.

"Let's go" Blaine said and grabbed Kurt's arm again, pulling him out of the room.

They went into the dining room where they had had dinner the previous time. The table was set with a large amount of food, candles and a bouquet of roses. It was beautiful and in other circumstances, Kurt would enjoy to have dinner there. But not like this, not being forced to eat with the cruel man.

Blaine led him to one of the chairs and forced him to sit down. The arms sneaked around Kurt again just like before, tying him to the chair but letting his arms free.

"Just precaution" Blaine said and sat down across Kurt. "The roses are for you, Darling."

Kurt frowned as he looked at the flowers in front of him. What did Blaine want with all of these? First he treated him like a slave, ordering him to do the most humiliating things like getting naked in front of him, and now he gave him flowers? Was he out of his mind?

"Don't you like them?" Blaine asked, watching Kurt's expression.

"They're beautiful" Kurt replied. "But..."

"Let's start eating then" Blaine cut in and waved towards Kurt's plate. In a second, the boy's plate was full of food.

Blaine started eating, seemingly in a good mood that was unusual for Kurt, lost in his thoughts. He didn't look at Kurt while he was eating, only when he was finished and he saw that the food on Kurt's plate was untouched.

"What's wrong? Aren't you hungry?" Blaine asked, his voice surprisingly calm.

"I don't understand you" Kurt said quietly. "Is this a game? Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?" Blaine asked as he reached for his glass of wine.

"Once you're brutal with me, once almost normal. You lock me up into a cage and then bring me flowers. It's just... What do you want from me exactly?" Kurt asked.

"Eat you food. It's getting cold" Blaine said as if he hadn't heard Kurt.

"Answer me!" Kurt shouted.

"Eat. Now" Blaine growled.

Kurt pressed his lips together angrily and pushed the plate away with enough force to make it fall to the ground. The room fell silent suddenly and Kurt looked at Blaine carefully. He knew he had just angered his captor again but he knew that Blaine would have forced him to eat again and he wasn't going to let the man treat him like a puppet.

Surprisingly, Blaine threw his head back and laughed.

"You're an interesting little human, you know that?" Blaine asked. "I've tried to break you, I've tried to make you follow my orders but you still resist me. You aren't like the others."

All he got from Kurt was an agry glare, so he decided to play some more with the boy.

"You remind me of someone" Blaine said.

"Who?" Kurt asked when Blaine didn't continue.

"Your mother" Blaine answered, satisfied when he saw Kurt getting pale and his eyes widening. "She was unique. I had kept her around for a while before I killed her."

Kurt didn't reply. He kept his lips pressed closed but his eyes told Blaine how angry he was.

And he loved that look.

"Unfortunately, she couldn't stop talking about you and your father" Blaine continued. "She cried so much and begged for me to let her go. It made me bored."

"Stop" Kurt whispered. He didn't want to hear it. It was painful enough that he had had to see as Blaine had dragged her mother away from him, that she had been killed and he couldn't see her again. He didn't want to know the details. But Blaine just smiled and continued.

"Nah, you haven't heard the best part yet" Blaine said. "So I kept her in that cage in the dungeon, the one where you spent the past few days. I visited her several times a day, let her believe that if she begged hard enough, I would let her go. She wanted to see her little boy so badly."

"Stop!" Kurt screamed, struggling desperately against his restrains as he felt tears running down his face.

"One day, I brough her upstairs, into my bedroom" Blaine smiled and stood up. He took slow steps towards Kurt as he opened his mouth again. "I told her to spend the night with me and then I would let her go. She was so desperate that she agreed."

"That's a lie" Kurt hissed. "My mother would have done nothing like this!"

"You would be surprised what people offered me for their lives" Blaine sighed and crouched down beside Kurt. "But you're right. She said no and slapped me, like you the other day. Unfortunately for her, I'm short-tempered and don't really like when I can't have what I want. So she had to go."

"You're a monster" Kurt whispered venomously.

"I am" Blaine said easily. "But I don't care. I spent too much time trying to be good enough for people, especially for my parents, it led me nowhere."

He stood up and ran his fingers through Kurt's hair, much to the boy's resistance.

"I like the way you fight against me. It's really amusing" Blaine smiled and grabbed Kurt's hair, pulling the boy's head back to whisper into his ear. "Do you want to know what I did to my parents?"

Kurt shook his head immediately. Blaine was sick, the most crazy person he had ever met and he didn't want to hear more of his horror stories.

But Blaine just laughed, grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet.

"I'm gonna show you" he said.

They went upstairs, walking down a long, dark corridor. It was dirty with a thick, dark blue carpet and scary painting. Kurt guessed they were about the Anderson family but most of them were scratched and full of dark patches that seemed like dried blood. Kurt closed his eyes as Blaine led him towards the room in the end of the corridor, trying to not think about what had happened to those paintings.

Blaine led him into the last room on the left that turned out to be a bedroom. It was dusty and smelled odd, making Kurt grimance. There was a large bed in the middle of the room with silky sheets and thick, warm looking comforter. But it wasn't what caught Kurt's attention.

Because in the middle of the bed, there was a skeleton, dressed in a woman's clothes. Kurt swallowed and turned his head away, fighting against his nausea.

"Kurt, this is my mother, Pamela Anderson" Blaine smiled, grabbing the boy's jaw and forcing his head back towards the skeleton. "She's beautiful, right?"

Kurt let out a loud sob and pressed his eyes closed. He felt sick and just wanted to get out.

"Don't be like this" Blaine said and let go of Kurt's jaw, grabbing his arm instead. He led Kurt to the other side of the bed where the boy could see another skeleton, lying on the floor.

Without his head attached to his body.

"And this is my father" Blaine said in disgust, kicking the skeleton.

"Did you...?" Kurt started but couldn't finish his sentence. It was too much for him.

"Did I kill them?" Blaine asked and laughed when Kurt nodded. "Yes. Right after getting my new form."

"How could you do this?" Kurt asked quietly.

"They deserved it" Blaine growled. "Especially my father. He was a cruel man. He used to beat me up almost every day since I remember. He hit me if I got bad notes, he locked me into my room if I didn't make it home in time, he made me starve several times, and he almost killed me when I told him that I liked men instead of women."

It wasn't a surprise, Blaine had made it clear that he was interested in Kurt, especially in his body, but the boy couldn't help but turned to face Blaine with wide eyes. He talked about liking men so easily as if it wasn't forbidden.

"That's right" Blaine shrugged. "Not like I could do anything against it. I thought that my family would stand up for me, at least my mother, but it didn't happen. They treated me like some dirt on their shoes. The only person who wasn't disgusted was my brother."

"It wasn't right, Blaine" Kurt said quietly. "I-I understand why you hated them but killing your own parents..."

"It was all their fault" Blaine said. "They wanted to force me to marry that woman. Too bad they didn't know who she really was."

"I don't understand" Kurt said with a frown.

Blaine didn't reply, he was too lost in his thoughts. When he opened his mouth to talk again, it was about his parents and not that mysterious woman.

"I killed my father first" Blaine said quietly and sat down onto the bed, pulling Kurt with him despite of his protest. "I took my time with him. First I bit him, drank some of his blood and then I beat him up. When he was dying, I let him beg for death before I broke his neck."

He pulled Kurt into his lap, putting his arms tightly around the boy. But Kurt didn't even notice it. He kept his eyes on the skeleton on the ground and pressed his hand over his mouth to prevent himself from vomiting.

"I didn't want to kill my mother first but she saw what I did to my father and she started screaming those hateful things. A mother should never talk to her son like that" Blaine said and pressed a soft kiss onto Kurt's neck. "I just gave her what she deserved."

He tried to kiss Kurt on his mouth this time but the boy came out of his stupor and pushed him away. Surprisingly, Blaine let go of him. Kurt kept his eyes on him and took a few steps back.

"Why do you keep them here?" he asked after a minute of silence. "They should have been buried at least."

"I like coming here" Blaine said and stood up, stepping to Kurt. He licked his lips as he looked down at Kurt's body, smiling as the boy shivered under his gaze. "And I like watching them. They remind me of everything I've survived. It makes me feel so satisfied."

He put his arms around Kurt again, pressing their bodies close, inhaling the boy's scent. Kurt turned his head away, disgusted by the man's touch but unable to get away from it. His eyes landed on a painting over the bed. It was of the Anderson family, John and Pamela Anderson were standing in the middle of it with their two sons on their sides. Kurt frowned as he looked at their other son, Cooper. He was Blaine's older brother, a tall, handsome man. Kurt had heard the rumours about him. He had liked womans a lot and had gotten every single woman in the town he had ever wanted. Even the married ones. But he had disappeared with the rest of his family when all of the craziness had started.

"What happened to Cooper?" he asked, pushing Blaine away once again as he kissed his neck.

"He got what he deserved" Blaine muttered. He grabbed Kurt's wrists and pushed them up above his head and kept them there while he attacked his neck again. "Why is your scent so intoxicating?"

"Blaine, stop. Please" Kurt said, struggling in Blaine's grip.

Blaine pressed one more kiss onto his neck before he pulled away, thinking. He let go of Kurt's hands but didn't let him move away from him, watching the boy in silence.

"Let's go back downstairs" Blaine said finally. "It's late. We should go to sleep."

Kurt sighed in relief when Blaine turned away and walked to the door. Kurt looked at the skeletons one more time but followed the man quickly, relieved that he could finally leave the aweful room.