Hi Everyone!

I'm sorry for the long wait, I had an awful week. I had to visit my eye specialist again and these appointments always make me depressed for a few days. They still don't have a magical cure for my eye problem and I don't really understand why they have to torture me in every few months if they can't do anything. But let's be positive, my other eye is still healthy and it looks like I'm not gonna get completely blind anytime soon.

And now the important things. I finally finished this chapter, thanks to you. I would like to thank you for all the reviews and PMs, for reading, following and favouriting this story. I'm so grateful for your support.

Blaine is not a vampire, he was cursed by Evelyn, but you have to wait a little for more. You will understand everything in the end, I promise.

Kurt rubbed his tired eyes as he walked into the kitchen the next day. He was getting used to not having enough sleep, he had spent another night with staring at the ceiling, thinking about the mystery of the manor. He hadn't talked to Blaine after getting back from the garden, he hadn't even seen the man later that night. Blaine had moved back into his room and he hadn't come out since then.

Kurt had locked himself into his room, too, and had tried to come up with an explanation for the eyes he had seen in the garden. He couldn't find anything, though. For all he knew, Blaine's parents were the only ghosts haunting the house but those eyes didn't belong to them. He had an awful feeling that his nightmare from earlier had been true, that that woman was there in the house and she wanted to hurt them. Kurt knew that he had to find out who she was and his best chance was to talk to Blaine.

Kurt was slightly disappointed when he only found Cooper in the kitchen. The older man was in a good mood, he was dancing and humming happily as he prepared his breakfast. When he saw Kurt enter the room, he smiled at him and grabbed another plate to do something for Kurt, too.

"Good morning, Kurt" Cooper greeted him. "Slept well?"

"Not really" Kurt sighed and sat down. "But I see you did."

"Oh, yes" Cooper smiled. "I had a long, dreamless sleep and I feel like I'm full of energy."

Kurt smiled at him. At least one of them had a good night. He wanted such a careless night for himself as well, just once. It would be good to shut out every horrible thought and have some rest.

"You should still be careful. I don't want you to overstrain yourself" Kurt said.

"I might look old but here inside, I'm still a teenager" Cooper said, pressing a hand over his heart.

"I bet you are" Kurt laughed.

Cooper placed a plate in front of him and rushed back to the counter for his own food. Kurt frowned as he watched the man. He seemed a lot more energetic than usually and he moved way too fast.

"Are you... alright?" he asked carefully.

"Alright? I've never been better" Cooper said and sat down across Kurt. He started eating but he looked up when he noticed that the boy kept his eyes on him. "What?"

Something was different in Cooper's look. Kurt couldn't tell what but he was afraid that it was a bad sign.

"I don't know. You look... different" Kurt said.

"Well, since my little brother's all over you and does most of my work to impress you, I have a lot of time for myself" Cooper winked.

"Yes, it must be that" Kurt nodded but he wasn't really convinced.

"I don't know how you do it but I'm so glad you two get along well" Cooper said. "It was about time for him to find somebody like you."

"What do you mean?" Kurt frowned.

"Somebody who can make him happy" Cooper answered. "He's changed a lot since you're here with us."

"He's trying really hard" Kurt nodded, thinking about what Blaine had showed him the previous day.

"And what about you?" Cooper asked.

"What about me?" Kurt asked back. He knew that he was blushing, so he looked down, focusing on his food.

"You like him, right?" Cooper smiled.

Kurt grabbed a piece of bread and twirled it around in his hand. Yes, he liked Blaine. Well, he liked one side of Blaine. That gentle boy who smiled and wanted to make Kurt happy. Who had those beautiful eyes that made Kurt's heart beat faster. But he hated the black-eyed monster who feed from human and hurt him. Unfortunately, Kurt couldn't be sure which one was the real Blaine.

"Does he often do it?" Kurt asked. "I mean, it's like he has two personalities. Once he's nice and I feel like I could like him but then he turns back into that monster. I never know which side of him I will meet the next time."

"As you said, he's trying hard to be a better person" Cooper said. "And to answer your question, no, he doesn't do it often. He hadn't done it once before you came."

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked.

"Can't you see it?" Cooper smiled. "You're the reason he tries to make things better. He's in love with you."

Kurt's eyes widened. He saw how Blaine looked at him but he didn't know that he loved him. He only thought that Blaine wanted him in his bed.

"You must imagine things" Kurt muttered.

"Believe me, I know my brother better than anyone" Cooper said. "He fell in love with you for the first sight and if I'm correct, he will do everything he can to be the man you want him to be."

Kurt sighed and looked down again. He wanted Blaine to be that man, too. He dreamt about them being together so many times and if there was a chance that Blaine would be human again... It would be amazing.

"I don't want to influence your feelings but if you can give him a chance, you wouldn't regret it" Cooper said. "Blaine's a nice kid. He didn't deserve this fate."

"I guess you're right" Kurt nodded.

Suddenly, the door of the room swang open and Blaine stepped inside. To Kurt's relief, his eyes were back to their warm hazel colour and he smiled at Kurt as he noticed him.

"Good morning, everybody" Blaine said. "Wow, Cooper, you look great."

"Thanks, little brother" Cooper said, although he had no idea what the others meant. There was nothing different in him.

"And Kurt... you're beautiful. Like always" Blaine said.

Kurt blushed again but didn't look away this time. He liked Blaine's eyes and wanted to enjoy them as long as possible. Who knew how long they would remain like this.

"What're your plans for today?" Blaine asked as he sat down beside Kurt.

"I don't know. Do you want me to clean up your room?" Kurt asked. Blaine usually made him work upstairs but he could come up with something new this time.

"Oh, no, I don't want you to work" Blaine said. "The garden's ready, so I thought... We could have a picnic outside."

Kurt raised an eyebrow in surprise. He was still not used to Blaine's kind side.

"What a great idea, Blaine" Cooper said before Kurt could answer. "The weather is perfect for a picnic. Don't worry about the house, I will do all work alone."

"Why don't you relax a bit?" Blaine asked.

Kurt could tell that Blaine hadn't come up with such an idea for a very long time. Cooper seemed so surprised that he couldn't even answer.

"I-I will" Cooper said in the end. "Uhm... Upstairs! Where I don't bother you two."

He winked and turned to leave. As Kurt took a glimpse of the back of his head, he finally realised what was different in Cooper. His hair wasn't completely white anymore, there were darker locks in it. It looked like Cooper was getting... younger. But was it possible?

~ o ~

"Thank you for coming here with me."

Kurt looked up at Blaine and smiled. They were sitting outside, under an old tree in the middle of the garden. Kurt had chosen this place, as far from the roses as possible, and Blaine hadn't asked his reasons. He was back to his normal self and he was willing to do anything Kurt wanted, just to make the boy happy.

Kurt tried to relax and enjoy his time with Blaine, not knowing when the demon inside of him would take over his body again. But there was so much that concerned him, Cooper, the ghosts and other creatures, he couldn't shut everything out. Blaine must have seen that because when Kurt forced himself to focus on what Blaine was talking about, he found the man watching him in silence.

"I'm sorry. Can you repeat that?" Kurt asked.

"Something's bothering you" Blaine said quietly.

"Everything is bothering me" Kurt sighed.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Blaine asked.

Kurt watched him in silence. Blaine looked honestly concerned and Kurt wanted to believe that he could share his fears with him. But he still wasn't sure that he could trust him. Blaine's change seemed too good to be true. What if it was just a trick?

"Those wolves in the forest..." Kurt started hesitantly when he decided to talk about something neutral. "They were able to talk. How is it possible?"

Blaine smiled sadly and ran his fingers through his hair. Kurt licked his lips as he watched the movement, barely able to stop himself from touching Blaine's hair.

"They aren't regular wolves" Blaine said.

"I figured out" Kurt replied.

"They appeared the day of my change. I guess my power keeps them here" Blaine said.

"I don't understand" Kurt frowned.

"As I said, they aren't regular wolves. They don't feed of other animals and they don't have normal bodies. They're made of shadows and they need human souls to stay alive" Blaine said quietly. "They aren't stupid enough to attack humans but... They gladly take the remainings of their souls I leave behind."

Kurt's heart clenched as he watched Blaine. The young man didn't look at him, he kept his eyes on the ground but as Kurt leaned closer, he could see tears in his eyes. That made Kurt frown. He had never seen Blaine cry, he didn't even know that it was possible.

"Blaine..." Kurt whispered and put a hand on Blaine's shoulder.

"It's fine" Blaine shrugged and tried to smile. "It's not like I'm an innocent, right? I could have made another choice but I chose the easy way. I could have denied my fate earlier. I should have seen that it was wrong. But I waited almost fifty years for that moment and when I finally decided to do against it, it wasn't even because of me. The only reason I'm trying to change is you."

"I don't think it's true" Kurt smiled. "I think you never liked this life and you only needed somebody to help you get out of it."

"I hope you're right" Blaine sighed.

"I am" Kurt nodded.

"I'm not that sure. This is all new for me and I'm afraid of falling back into the darkness again" Blaine said.

"I won't let it happen" Kurt said and grabbed Blaine's hand. "I promise, Blaine."

"I can't believe we're doing this" Blaine said, looking around. "Anybody else would stay away from me and try to find a way to kill me for everything I did."

"I'm not like the others" Kurt smiled. "Besides, I like impossible cases. They're fun."

"You're really not like the others" Blaine smiled. "I'm glad I took you."

Blaine's smile disappeared the second the words eft his lips. He knew that he could do anything, in Kurt's eyes he would only be a monster who had kidnapped and tortured him. Kurt must have thought the same because he didn't try to do anything to make Blaine feel better. And it was fine this way. It wasn't that easy to make things better.

~ o ~

Inside of the house, in the old room of the Anderson parents, Pamela Anderson was standing in front of the window, watching her son and that damn boy in the garden. She couldn't believe Blaine let the human destroy them all. How could Blaine not see what was happening to them? Even to Cooper. Pamela had seen him earlier that day. Cooper was practically shining, he was healthy and energetic, he even looked younger than normally.

The ghosts of his parents, though... Pamela felt some flesh rolling down from her stomach and she reached up with a rotten arm to catch it. Her husband was doing even worse. He almost completely left his right arm and his head, he had to keep them in place with his free hand if he wanted to use them.

"I can't believe they're doing this" Pamela hissed.

"What?" John asked.

Pamela rolled her eyes as her husband tried to keep his head in place with his leg while he used his healthy arm to put the other back in place.

"You look awful" Pamela said in disgust.

"Well, you aren't in your best shape either, my darling" John hissed and pushed his arm back to its place, satisfied when it didn't fall out.

"It's all his fault" Pamela said, pointing at Kurt.

"What are they doing again?" John asked in a bored tone.

"They're sitting in my garden, playing lovers" Pamela spat. "I underestimated that boy. He's a lot more dangerous than I first thought."

"Evelyn will take care of him" John said and stood up to join his wife.

"I'm afraid that it will be late" Pamela replied.

They watched in silence as Blaine took a few steps towards the roses but Kurt stopped him with one gentle move. In the next second, the cut on Pamela's shoulder opened, revealing a large piece of bone.

"He knows about the roses" Pamela hissed.

"He can't know about them. Not even Blaine understands the importance of those roses" John said.

"He-he must have figured out somehow" Pamela said. "He turns our son back. What will we do if Blaine gets free of his demon? We have to do something."

"Evelyn won't let it happen. It would kill her, too" John reasoned. "We just have to wait for her to make her move."

"I have enough of waiting" Pamela said and with one last disgusted look, she turned away from the window.

"What do you want to do?" John asked.

"I will take care of the boy myself" Pamela answered.

~ o ~

Burt Hummel put his arms around himself, trying to keep himself warm in the small, cold cell. It was crazy. All the people in Lima were crazy. He had told them the truth, he had asked for their help, but those morons hadn't believed him. They had locked him up and treated him like he was insane but he was the only one who saw things as they really were. He couldn't believe that nobody wanted to help him. They finally had the chance to kill that monster and free themselves, to bring peace into their lives, so why didn't anybody do something against the beast?

Even Carole and Finn believed that he was sick. They didn't tell him, of course, but every time they visited him in his prison, he could see the worry and fear in their eyes. Carole had even begged him to forget his crazy thoughts and admit his mistake. But no... Burt wasn't going to do that. It would mean giving up on Kurt but he would never do that to his only child. Kurt was in danger, he needed his father's help and Burt would do anything in his power to free his son. Even if it meant that he had to deal with that monster alone.

"Burt?"

Burt looked up to find Millie Rose standing in front of his cell. Millie looked even worse than the last time he had seen her, she was pale and looked a lot older than before. Burt could understand. Millie had lost her only child, the only family she had had, it must have broken her heart.

"What are you doing here, Millie?" Burt asked quietly.

"I just wanted to make sure that you're fine" Millie said and knelt down in front of the cell.

"I will only be fine if I have my son back safely" Burt answered.

"Did you... You really saw him, right?" Millie whispered.

"I did" Burt answered honestly.

Millie nodded and looked away.

"Does he... truly look like a human?" Millie asked.

"He doesn't just look like a human. He is Blaine Anderson. I told you" Burt said. "I know you don't believe me but..."

"I do" Millie whispered.

"Excuse me?" Burt asked in surprise. After so much denial, he couldn't believe that somebody finally listened to him.

"My father was there when they found Karofsky" Millie said. "He told me the story over and over again. Karofsky spoke about a man with sharp teeth and black eyes. But then when he was... dying, back in here, he kept repeating Blaine's name. My father thought that he must have seen Blaine's body but now I know that he wanted to let them know who the monster is."

"Nobody believes me" Burt said.

"I do" Millie smiled sadly. "I don't know what you want to do but I'm with you. I will help you get out of here."

"They won't let me out. They think that I'm crazy" Burt sighed.

"We have to convince them that you're fine. Tell them what they want to hear" Millie said.

"You think it will be enough?" Burt asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Perhaps they will keep an eye on you at first but it won't last forever" Millie said.

Burt looked down thoughtfully. Millie was right. If he wanted to help Kurt, he had to get out of his cell and home to plan how to free his son.

"It might work" he nodded.

"Let me talk to the sheriff. I will let him know that you changed your mind and you admit that the person you saw in the forest was just a play of your imagination. When he comes to talk to you, tell him the same" Millie said.

"Why do you want to help me?" Burt asked.

"That monster killed my daughter" Millie said slowly. "I want to see him suffer."

~ o ~

"Can I take off the blindfold?" Kurt asked impatiently as Blaine led him... somewhere inside of the house.

"Not yet" Blaine smiled as he tightened his grip on Kurt's hand.

"Are you aware of how creepy this is?" Kurt asked. He wasn't sure he wanted to see Blaine's surprise. He never knew what to expect from the man and the fact that he couldn't see anything made him scared.

"You will like it" Blaine said and lifted Kurt's hand to his lips to kiss it. He was satisfied when he heard Kurt's breathing speed up.

"It better be a good surprise" Kurt muttered.

"It is, trust me" Blaine said.

When they reached their destination, Blaine opened the door and ushered Kurt inside. He led the boy into the center of the room and then left him for a brief moment. Kurt heard weird noises, he believed that Blaine pulled the curtains open. He didn't hear the man walk back to him, so when Blaine touched his arm gently, Kurt jumped back so quickly he almost fell. Luckily for him, Blaine caught him in time and held him in his strong arms, his face so close that Kurt could feel his breath on his cheeks.

"Close your eyes" Blaine said and when Kurt nodded, he pulled down the blinfold. "Alright. You can open your eyes now."

And so Kurt did. He had to blink a few times to get used to the bright light coming from outside, but when he was able to see properly, he looked around.

And gasped in surprise. He didn't recognize the room at first. It was a large library with thousands of books lined up on the bookshelves, with comfortable looking armchairs in the corner and a piano in the middle. He faintly recalled being in this room once but it hadn't looked like this then. It had been dusty and messy, there had been ruined sculptures and paintings lying on the ground and the broken pieces of the armchairs had been thrown into the dark corner.

"Do you like it?" Blaine smiled.

"This is beautiful, Blaine" Kurt said. "You cleaned up the whole place alone?"

"I might have used some magic" Blaine admitted. "I saw the books in your room the other day and I thought you would like it."

Blaine looked away awkwardly. He knew that sneaking into Kurt's room in the middle of the night was creepy but he couldn't help it. He was so used to Kurt's presence, he couldn't be away from him for so long, besides, he had to check on him to make sure he was alright.

"I love it, Blaine" Kurt smiled.

Blaine gave him an even brighter smile and his face turned scarlet as Kurt put a hand on his shoulder. That touch felt so right, so natural. He wanted to put his arms around Kurt but he knew that the boy wouldn't appreciate it. He swallowed and forced himself to take a step back, away from Kurt.

"Uhm... We have a piano!" Blaine said suddenly. "I could play for you!"

"That would be nice" Kurt replied.

Blaine took a shaky breath and led Kurt to the piano. It had been decades since he had played on the instrument but he still remembered how to do it. He remembered every song he used to play and as Kurt sat down beside him, he found the right one to play for the boy.

"I played this song before... you know" Blaine said quietly, his voice barely more than a whisper. "It was before my parents found me and told me about their plan for me. I was so careless and full of hope, I believed that I could break out of here and travel far away where they can't find me."

Blaine took a deep breath and started to play on the piano. Kurt listened to the song in silence, watching Blaine's fingers run up and down the keyboard gracefully. Blaine was lost in the song, he kept his eyes on his hands, only glancing at Kurt when he was sure Kurt wasn't watching him. But when he finished the song, he straightened up and looked straight into Kurt's beautiful eyes.

"I wanted to run away" Blaine said quietly. "I planned to find a noble and convince them to take me as a musician. I wouldn't have been paid too well but I would have been free. Too bad I didn't have the chance."

"What happened that night, Blaine?" Kurt asked gently.

Blaine was about to tell him, Kurt was sure. He could see in his eyes. But he didn't have the chance to do it because there was a loud crack right over them and the next thing Kurt knew, he was pushed back to the wall with Blaine's body pressed to his. Something heavy landed on the top of the piano with a loud crash and Kurt screamed as he saw million pieces of glass fly across the room. Blaine tightened his arms around him and pushed Kurt's head down to his chest, so he didn't get hurt by the sharp pieces of glass. Blaine, on the other hand, moaned in pain as several splinters cut into his back.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked in worry when he saw the man's painful look.

Blaine finally let go of him and turned around, facing the room in alarm. He kept Kurt behind him and the boy gasped when he saw several pieces of glass standing out of Blaine's back.

"Blaine, you're injured..." Kurt said in horror but when Blaine didn't reply, he forced himself to look up.

The remainings of the piano were lying on the ground under a huge mess of glass. It didn't take Kurt long to understand what had just happened. He recognized the pieces of the chandelier that had been hanging above the piano. Somehow, it had landed on the top of the piano and had been destroyed by the impact. He pressed his hand to his lips, eyeing the chandelier with wide eyes. They had almost been killed. Or at least he had almost been killed because it wasn't that easy to hurt Blaine but he was just a vulnerable human who died easily.

Blaine turned his head slightly and growled at something. Kurt looked at his now black eyes in concern but then turned his gaze away from Blaine to see what caused Blaine's distress.

And then he saw them. The barely recognizable ghosts of John and Pamela Anderson, standing at the door, with so much hate in their eyes that Kurt involuntarily grabbed Blaine's shoulders from behind and hid behind the man.

"You've just signed your own death warrant" Blaine growled, his voice dangerously deep.

"We will see about that" Pamela smiled and raised her arms.

In the next second, Kurt found himself on the ground with Blaine kneeling over him again. Kurt watched in horror as dozens of heavy books flew down from the bookshelves and hit Blaine's back. The books kept flying towards them and Blaine closed his eyes as he tried to stay still and defend Kurt. It was so hard for Kurt to see Blaine in so much pain but he didn't know how he could help him. They were dealing with ghosts, he couldn't hurt them, they were already dead.

"Candle" Blaine moaned.

"What?" Kurt asked.

"Grab the candle" Blaine said.

Kurt had no idea what he was talking about but didn't have more time to think. With his help, Blaine stood up and he turned Kurt around, so he could see the candles on the table. Kurt nodded in understanding and started running towards them. The books kept attacking them but Blaine was right beside Kurt, defending the boy from the heavy objects. When Kurt reached the table, he grabbed the closest candle he could reach and pressed it into Blaine's waiting hand.

The room went dark in a blink, the only light was coming from the candle in Blaine's hand. To Kurt's disbelief, he grabbed the flame of the candle and with one quick movement, he changed it into a large fireball.

"Go away" Blaine growled and threw the fireball towards his parents.

Before the fire reached them, Pamela and John Anderson disappeared from their sight. Blaine motioned towards the fireball and it flew back to him, floating in the air in front of them. Blaine was panting and he grabbed the edge of the table for support, barely able to stand on his feet. Kurt put an arm around him to help him stand.

"Are they gone?" Kurt whispered.

"For now" Blaine answered. "But they could be back in any second."

Kurt swallowed nervously and forced himself to look away from Blaine. The man was injured and Kurt wanted to help him but they had to be careful if Blaine's parents decided to come back.

"What's gotten into them?" Kurt asked. Blaine was their son, they were supposed to keep him safe and not hurt him.

"I don't know" Blaine said and slowly got to his knees. His body was already healing but he needed time to get his strength back. "Wait. You saw them?"

"Of course" Kurt nodded.

"Kurt, you shouldn't be able to see them. They're dead" Blaine explained.

"Is it really your biggest problem? Your parents almost killed both of us" Kurt said in frustration and knelt down beside Blaine. "How can I help you?"

"I don't need help, I will be fine soon" Blaine answered.

Kurt raised an eyebrow. Blaine didn't look fine at all. He was back to his demon self and he looked exactly like the night he had attacked Kurt.

"Do you need to... feed?" Kurt asked hesitantly.

Blaine laughed humorlessly.

"Don't be afraid, I won't attack you" Blaine said. "Although if I were you, I wouldn't stay so close."

Kurt considered it for a brief moment when he caught Blaine eyeing his bare neck but in the end, he did something that surprised both of them: he put his arms around Blaine and pulled him close.

"What are you doing?" Blaine asked.

"I won't let you deal with this alone" Kurt said. "You've done so much for me already, it's time to return the favour."

Blaine pulled back just enough to look into Kurt's eyes.

"You're crazy, you know?" Blaine asked.

"Not crazier than any of you" Kurt said.

Blaine let his head roll onto Kurt's shoulder and inhaled the boy's scent deeply. He felt the need to bite down, to cut his nails into that delicate skin but as he looked up into Kurt's eyes, he knew that he couldn't do it. Kurt meant so much for him, he would die for him but he wouldn't be able to hurt him again.