Chapter 5

A bit of a shorter chapter! Forgive me! :) Hope you enjoy!

Kurt didn't sleep that night, not for lack of comfort, as he was very comfortable with the hazel eyed boy resting in his arms, but rather he had no idea what his subconscious might do. And so, when Blaine woke, eyes frantic and wild with nightmarish visions, Kurt held him even closer, cooing the half asleep boy back to the dream realm. When Blaine had relaxed again, his head snuggled into the crook of Kurt's arm, did Kurt think of the irony of the situation; a monster comforting a boy plagued by inner demons and monsters from his own dreams. Kurt sighed, and pressed his lips to Blaine's forehead. He took his hand that wasn't underneath Blaine, and rested it on the warm boy's chest. It was comforting even, to feel the steady heartbeat and rise and fall of Blaine's heart and lungs. Kurt felt a moment of painful longing, not just for Blaine, but for those basic human functions that so many took for granted. Kurt lay his head back, and Blaine snuggled closer to his side. He really hoped he could be close enough with Blaine someday to tell him about what he was. But then again, Kurt barely knew anything about Blaine beyond surface value. Kurt made a mental note to change that. Kurt lifted his gaze to the open window, with the full moon shining brightly inside the room, illuminating Kurt's pale skin with an inhuman glow.

When the moon had left the sky, and the sun had risen to take its place, and Blaine was stirring in his arms, only then, did Kurt extract himself and silently walk over to the bathroom. He paused in his tracks when he heard a small whimper, and saw Blaine, who was still asleep, reaching out with his arms to try to reach Kurt. Kurt sighed, and turned back towards him, and placed his cool hand on his cheek.

"Blaine, wake up," and his eyes instantly fluttered open, and took in Kurt's rumpled form, his hair a little messy, and still in jeans and a Dalton t-shirt.

"Did, did you sleep in that?" Blaine wondered.

"Yeah," Blaine frowned, and along with his bedhead and sleepy eyes, it was adorable. Kurt leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the nose.

"Were you comfortable?" Blaine asked sleepily, Kurt laughed.

"Very," and he went to the bathroom, picking up random articles of clothing along the way. He re-emerged later in the Dalton uniform, and looked at Blaine with a raised eyebrow. Blaine just groaned and rolled over in his bed.

The next few weeks went by uneventfully, the worst points being a few shoves from Karofsky, but that was nothing knew, and one time where Blaine almost caught him coming back from hunting. They had been sleeping in each other's beds a few times now, and had had lots of nice make out sessions, very nice, Kurt added subconsciously. A beep from Kurt's bedside table caught his attention. He walked over and clicked his phone on to one new text from Mercedes.

From Mercedes:

Hey boo! In town for a week or so before I head off to Australia. Any chance of meeting up? I've missed you terribly! Let me know! – M xoxo.

Kurt couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. Although he felt a little guilty, he hadn't really thought of Mercedes much since he'd been here... his mind had been, he looked at Blaine stretched out across Kurt's bed, occupied.

The rest of the day passed rather uneventfully, aside from Kurt having to turn down Jeff on more than one occasion for another kiss. The only lips Kurt wanted to feel against his own were Blaine's. So that's why, when Kurt walked in from dinner later on that night and saw Blaine on his bed, with a boy on top of him grinding and moaning, Kurt couldn't grasp it. The door swung open and hit the wall with an audible smack. Kurt stood shell shocked. The boy on top of Blaine turned his head, and Kurt's non-beating heart broke, for it was Cameron.

"B-blaine… Cameron… Why?" Kurt managed around the lump in his throat. Blaine looked as if he was trying to get up, but Cameron didn't move. In fact, a smirk formed on his face.

"Oh, hey Kurt. Would you mind leaving? We were in the middle of something, when you so rudely interrupted us," he finished, almost purring the last bit. Kurt bit his lip, and felt tears forming in his eyes. It was an unusual feeling, he hadn't cried in a long time. Kurt's chest heaved, as he picked up his phone from where he had dropped it on the floor, a hoody and sped out the door, slamming it with a strangled sob. He didn't even bother to slow down, anybody who would see him would only see an inhuman blur. He didn't stop until he had vaulted over the fence, and then he stopped and let the tears flow freely. It felt like his chest was coming apart. He took out his phone, and fired off a quick message to Mercedes.

To Mercedes:

I'm coming.

He tucked his phone away, pulled on his hoody, and sprinted towards the only home he'd ever known.

Blaine had been sitting on his bed when there was a knock on the door. He put away his book and walked towards it. He pulled it open, and saw Cameron.

"What are you doing here? Kurt's not here." Blaine said. Cameron just smiled a slow, seductive smile, and pushed his way inside. He backed Blaine up against the wall.

"Oh, I'm not here for Kurt, I want you," Cameron purred, his hand drifting lower. Blaine didn't want this, he wanted Kurt… not the handsome boy who was practically begging to do things Kurt wouldn't… not the handsome boy who smelled so good, and was touching him just right… not Cameron… Cameron. Blaine threw his head back and moaned. Cameron's hands were moving just right. Blaine tried to think of Kurt, of his sweet lips pressing against his own, but found he couldn't. The only thought that could come to him was Cameron… sweet, sweet Cameron.

As soon as Blaine let loose that first moan, Cameron knew that he had won. Cameron actually did have a secret power, key word being 'secret'. Cameron rarely told, for he found that it was harder to make friends that knew that he could read and control their minds. Kurt thought that it was over, that Cameron had given up, but he couldn't. He couldn't let Kurt stoop down so low to date a human! All Cameron was doing was saving Kurt some heartbreak later on when he accidentally killed Blaine, and yes, when not if, for it was unnatural. A vampire and a human, the only relationship they could have is predator and prey. Cameron was perfect for Kurt. His Kurt. And he couldn't let Kurt fall for Blaine. And so he kissed Blaine's lips roughly, and drew him by the hand over to the bed, controlling him to do what Cameron wanted. At the time, it was sucking his cock, but in the greater picture, it was forcing Kurt together.

When Kurt opened the door, right on time, Cameron simply smiled. Kurt was going to need some consoling later. And they were going to need to make up… Make up sex, Cameron thought happily. At the sight of Kurt, he saw Blaine tense, and the glazed over look disappeared from his eyes. Cameron redoubled his efforts, attempting to penetrate his mind again. Once Kurt left, Cameron relinquished his hold on Blaine, and quietly left the room, leaving Blaine alone and confused on his bed.

Kurt only stopped once he reached his doorstep. He knocked on the door. Mercedes opened it, and instantly pulled Kurt in for a hug. When she felt him sobbing against her, she pulled him even tighter and closed the door. She sat him down on the couch, and simply held him, until he quieted, and then turned to face him.

"Honey, what on Earth happened?" Kurt sniffed.

"B-blaine." Mercedes kept looking at him, and she nodded, and Kurt launched off a rant,

"I mean, I know we aren't actually dating, but I like him and he likes me too, and he's told me and I've told him, and we've like made out and stuff but I didn't want to go further because what if I can't take it Cedes? And I kill him! I couldn't cope with that, because I know I love him, and then… I walked in tonight... and he was … sort of cheating on me with Cameron!" Kurt finished, and his shoulders slumped. He met Mercedes gaze, and found her head cocked, eyebrow raised.

"Cameron? Who's that?" Oh, right, Kurt thought.

"Well I was walking the halls, and I guessed Cameron recognized me for being a vampire, and he's actually one too! But yeah, so we hung out for a bit, and Cameron basically told me that he liked me… I mean he's cute, but he's not my type…" Kurt paused.

"You mean he's not Blaine?" Mercedes interjected.

"Yes, exactly. And, so it was actually later that night Blaine and I sort of confessed, and we made out. Cameron found out, and we had a bit of a fight, and lately he's been acting all crazy, and now he's with Blaine and they're cheating on me!" Kurt stood quickly, the rage within him becoming too much to take. He grabbed a vase and smashed it against the wall. He was losing control. His eyes were turning red, and they only ever did that of their own accord when Kurt was far gone, really far gone. Mercedes recognized this, and took his arm. He turned and snarled at her. Mercedes didn't let go.

"Let's go hunt, come on Kurt. You need to calm down." Kurt relaxed a bit, but the red never left his eyes. He didn't say anything, but simply ran out the door, Mercedes following closely behind. Kurt ran to a nearby park, not even bothering to go downtown. Mercedes could hear the growl that ripped from his mouth. Kurt's brain had turned off long ago, he was thinking with primitive instincts, all of which were screaming at him kill, kill, kill! Kurt's humanity, sympathy, and any other human emotions were gone, left behind in the house. He leaped upon the back of the first teenager of the group, quickly snapping his neck before leaving the body behind him. He didn't even pause before he bounded ten feet in a single stride and took down another. A high-pitched scream was heard before it was silenced. Kurt jumped up again, hit the ground running and took out another body, breaking both of its legs before carrying on. There was only one left, Kurt thought with an feral smile.

Mercedes watched with horror as Kurt took down the teenagers. Not even bothering to stop and feed, his only mindset was to kill. There was one girl left, and she stood against the elementary school wall. She wore a skimpy tank top, a leather jacket, and a short jean skirt. On her feet was a pair of heels. Kurt had her cornered, and then sprung forward, snapped one of her legs. He bounded back again, circling the crying girl. Kurt was simply out of control. Mercedes looked towards the girl, and thought sadly; I cannot save her, for if she lives then she would know about us. But no other lives will be taken tonight. Once Kurt had finished her, Mercedes would get him under control. She had to. She simply kept to the trees, unable to tear her eyes away from the horror movie worthy scene before her.

Kurt was once again circling the girl, but he paused for a moment. He transformed, his vampire body twisting into something new, something Mercedes hadn't seen before. Kurt had gained at least five feet, his eyes nothing more than narrow red slits. His body was black, but not human. It looked like the body of a hawk even. He had human arms that ended in oddly human like hands, aside from the fact that there were ten inch claws protruding from the end of each finger. He floated, rather than walked. The girl had collapsed to the ground, sobbing. Kurt's arm shot forward, grabbing the girl around the throat. He pulled her forward, dragging her across the rough concrete. She begged, Mercedes could hear her from the trees. Kurt's other hand seemingly caressed her face, but everywhere his hand touched, a long gash would appear. Suddenly, it seemed Kurt could take it no longer, and his hand around her throat tightened to a fist. Then there was silence.

Kurt had felt the girl's heart stop beating. He could feel his rational mind coming back, his emotions. He returned to his normal body, and fell to his knees, quietly crying. Mercedes came to him and put an arm around him.

"I don't know how I lost control like that. I've never… I promised I'd only kill for feeding… and now I've done this. Mercedes, I truly am a monster!" Kurt wailed, his angelic voice heartbreaking.

"Ssh, ssh, baby. Kurt, love. While that may have not been the best method, it was long overdue. Kurt, vampires are predators, no other way to put it. It is in our instincts to kill. This may have been new to you, Kurt, this loss of control, but I've experienced it as well." Kurt looked up, and something seemed to have darkened in Mercedes eyes. She shook her head.

"What I'm trying to say is, Kurt, it's natural. It may not be pretty, but this is what vampires are supposed to do. Normally do! Our way of hunting, it's seen as humane. This is normally how vampires hunt. Think about it, you're lucky that wasn't Blaine." Those last words hit home.

It could have been Blaine.

Blaine walked down the Dalton hallway, to Nick and Jeff's room. He didn't want to be alone, but he didn't want to be with Kurt right yet either. Blaine had seen him when he was mad, and he didn't want to experience it firsthand. He knocked on their door, and hearing no answer, easily picked the lock. He had learned that trick in his first year. The door swung inwards, and Blaine found Nick awake with Jeff curled up against his side, asleep.

"First of all," Blaine shut the door, "Cute. Second of all, can I crash here tonight?" Nick saw the look on Blaine's face, and nodded quickly.

"Just sleep in Jeff's bed." Blaine nodded gratefully and slipped under the covers.

"What's going on, Blaine?" Nick asked, putting down the book he was reading. Blaine sighed.

"I had a fight with Kurt, but it… something happened. I'm not sure what." Blaine looked around uneasily.

"Tell me everything, just start from the beginning." Nick said, but Blaine could hear the underlying tone of a demand in his voice.

"I was reading, and there was a knock at the door, and I opened it and it was Cameron. Basically he was trying to come onto me, and that's basically the last I really remember. The rest of the time, it's like I was watching from the outside, unable to control or stop myself. I couldn't even think of anything except Cameron. Anytime I tried, I got a sharp pain in my head, and I… I just couldn't! Physically couldn't! Things happened, and Kurt walked in and saw. Kurt started crying, and ran out." Blaine stopped, biting his lips, willing the tears to stay in his eyes.

"It was horrible, Nick. Seeing him cry like that, and knowing I caused it. I couldn't even do anything, and Kurt's never going to believe me! And... Nick. I just don't know what to do. I know something weird just happened, and I just, I can't let it come between Kurt and I. I can't let anything come between us." Nick didn't say anything for a moment.

"Just try to get some sleep Blaine. Try to talk things over with Kurt tomorrow." Blaine simply nodded, feeling awfully lonely as he curled up in an empty bed, knowing Nick was with Jeff like how Kurt and himself were just last night. He sighed, and fell into a fitful sleep.

Kurt had convinced Mercedes he was fine to go home, and wasn't going to kill Blaine, and finally made it into the room at just after four in the morning. Kurt felt oddly sad when he saw Blaine wasn't in the room. He figured it was for the best, and lay down in his bed, wishing he could sleep. Anytime he closed his eyes though, all he could see was the face of the girl he and Mercedes had just buried in a makeshift grave. Kurt couldn't believe he lost control like that, it was like he wasn't even controlling his body; the monster within him had made its first appearance, and had taken over control. Kurt shuddered. After an hour, Kurt too fell into an uneasy sleep.

When Kurt woke the next morning, and heard sounds coming from the bathroom, he tensed. He got out of bed, and stood there for a moment, calming himself down, making sure he was still himself. No matter how mad he was at Blaine, he couldn't hurt him. Kurt willed his body to take a step forward, but he found he couldn't. He just wasn't ready to face Blaine. So Kurt turned to his clothes, and pulled on jeans and a light grey v-neck t-shirt. It was Saturday, so there were no classes. The bathroom door creaked open, and Kurt froze. He didn't want to turn around, but Kurt found himself doing just that. Blaine stood in the doorway of the shower, looking surprised himself that Kurt was awake.

"Hi…" he managed after a few minutes of uneasy silence. Kurt didn't acknowledge him. He made to go for the door, and found his way blocked by Blaine.

"Kurt please, you have to listen to me," Kurt felt the monster within him let loose a growl at Blaine's voice. Kurt managed to keep the growl inside him, and sat on the edge of the bed. Blaine sat beside him, and turned to him.

"I know this is gonna sound crazy, but Kurt, you gotta know, I would never ever cheat on you. I love you Kurt." Kurt didn't respond.

"Listen to me!" Blaine turned Kurt's face towards him, and Kurt could feel the warning signs going off in his mind, and his predatory instincts threatening to take over. Kurt took a deep breath, calmed down, and opened his eyes. Blaine's golden ones were staring straight back at him.

"I'm going to tell you what happened, and you're going to have to listen. Cameron came into the room okay? And he started trying to get me to kiss him. And then suddenly, my brain goes fuzzy. And I feel like I'm outside my body, and I can't control what my body is doing, and what he's making me do. I can't think of anything else but him," Kurt tensed, and Blaine quickly explained. "Like physically, Kurt. It hurt to even try to. It was only once… once he left that I found I was myself again. I know this sounds crazy, and untrue, and excuses but Kurt, Kurt I swear I'm telling the truth." Kurt didn't hear the last part, as his mind was churning over what Blaine had just said. I mean, there was a possibility. It was very likely, the way Blaine was describing it. And what fueled his thoughts mainly was the fact that if Kurt was right, the Blaine hadn't really cheated on him. A small smile grew on Kurt's face. Blaine's hopeful face looked up at his.

"Kurt?"

"I've got to think things over, Blaine. Just give me a little bit." And Kurt stood, and left the room.

Ten minutes later, Kurt was sitting at a desk in the library, flipping through an old book. It was ironically right beside where Cameron had found Dracula. Kurt's eyes scanned over the paragraph in question, before a dark look took over his features. He snapped the book shut.

He was going to have to have a little talk with Cameron. He strode out of the library, and knocked on Cameron's door.

OOOH a bit of a cliffhanger hahah, anyways, hope that satisfied you all! I'm always so surprised people actually like this :) And finding out a bit more about Cameron now, eh? You'll find out more about his history later on! Once again, I apologize about the shorter chapter, but I hope you liked it! Reviews are love :)

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