A/N I'm not going to be able to post to this story as quickly as my last one. I was on Vacation last week while working on that story, and now am back to work, so don't have as much time to work on this, but I will attempt to post one chapter per night.

If I forgot to mention, this is definitely an A/U story. I Hope you all enjoy it. As always, Reviews are always appreciated.

Light Walker

Blaine wasn't sure how long it had taken him to fall back asleep the night before, but by the time his alarm had gone off this morning, he could only remember bits and pieces of the nightmare. Dancing with Kurt in a meadow of lilacs. Kissing. And evil black eyes that should have been blue or green or grey.

By the time he got to school, both the nightmare and the strange encounter at Dalton had been forgotten. At least until something Kurt mentioned tugged at his memory. They had been talking about the play, and somehow had got on the subject of Kurt's bucket list.

"Oh, number five. Oh this ones embarrassing. I wrote this one before I met you. Have relations in a dewy meadow of lilacs..."

Blaine didn't hear the rest. The image of himself dancing with his boyfriend in a meadow of lilacs flashed through his mind. For some reason the image sent a sense of fear shooting through him. He wasn't sure how he managed to hide it from the other boy. He continued the conversation without really remembering what he said.

Why would the idea of being intimate with his boyfriend suddenly scare him? Was it just that he was feeling pressured by what Artie had said to him the other day? The thought nagged him for the rest of the day. And his headache was coming back. He decided he needed coffee.

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Sebastian tucked his shirt in and straightened his tie, smirking at the boy in his bed. The same red head from the day before was sprawled on his stomach, looking thoroughly debauched, and a little pale from loss of blood. Sebastian had been surprised by the heterosexual male. Usually they whined and squealed the first time, but this boy actually pleaded for it. The prim little preppy was a masochist, apparently. The demon smiled at the memory. He decided he'd keep the boy around for a while.

He instructed the boy to clean himself up and told him to start taking iron pills to keep his strength up before he left him. He had a certain curly haired virgin to find, and thanks to that single drop of blood, he'd be able to track him easily.

An hour later he slipped into the Lima Bean, scenting his prey.

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Blaine stood in line, waiting to place his order, when someone spoke his name. The voice scent a frisson down his spine. He turned to look at the tall young man behind him.

"Sebastian, what are you doing here?"

"I was looking for you, actually. I heard you come here often. I was hoping we could talk some more."

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Sebastian, felt a little thrill of victory. Blaine seemed to fall a little deeper under his spell as they sat down with their drinks. But suddenly something seemed to push back at his powers, and Blaine was pulling away from him again.

"Look, Sebastian, I have a boyfriend."

"It doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you."

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Kurt entered the Lima Bean, and almost immediately could tell something was wrong. A sensation of something filthy crawled over his skin, a fowl energy almost making him physically sick. What the hell was that?

And then he heard Blaine's voice. "He's really great."

He saw his boyfriend sitting with another boy he didn't recognize. The other boy was staring at Blaine as if he wanted to devour the younger male. Just looking at him made the unease Kurt was feeling intensify.

"Who's great?" Kurt asked, approaching the table.

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Sebastian felt the spell snap as the boy spoke to Blaine. He didn't pay attention to the babbling coming from his prey. His focus was now completely on the other boy. The pale skin, the glasz eyes. Light Walker.

The words echoed in Sebastian's mind. It was the only explanation. He had never encountered one before, but he had heard the legends, of course. A soul so pure that it radiated light. A soul so loving that it could protect those dear to it from the dwellers of the shadow worlds. A soul so perfect it was almost impossible to corrupt.

And this one was Blaine's boyfriend. As long as the two were together, Blaine would never fully fall under his power. He had to find a way to slip a wedge between them. And he had a plan.

He knew the pale boy would fall for his trap.

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Kurt didn't know why he had agreed. He had the uncomfortable feeling that he was losing Blaine somehow, but not in the way he feared. He knew there was no way his boyfriend would be seduced away by the creature that sat before them. And Kurt sensed that creature was the right word. That oily feeling of evil seem to seep from the boy with meerkat face.

So why did he say yes to meeting him at some seedy bar with Blaine? And now here they were, in the one place Kurt never imagined they would ever find themselves. And there was Blaine, intoxicated, and dancing with that Thing. Why had he said yes?

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Kurofsky watched the demon dancing with the curly haired boy. When he had been sent to follow up on reports of a possible new demon in the Lima/Westerville area, he hadn't expected to find himself facing not only a creature of the shadow worlds, but the boy who had brought him to this world in the first place.

It wasn't until his infatuation with the Light Walker that he had learned of his true calling. He had never known there were other beings out there. He had never heard of the shadow worlds, or of the Society who hunted them.

It was the night of the prom when he had learned the truth. He had run out of the gym, confused, filled with so much rage. He didn't know where to go or what to do. He had just been running blindly. That was when he first encountered a demon. He had heard someone cry out in pain. He reacted instinctively, tracking the sound. He found a creature with a woman pinned to a tree. The thing had fangs buried in the terrified female's neck.

He'd tackled the vampire, and somehow found a long branch from a tree in his hands. He didn't remember grabbing it up, but without even thinking about what he was doing, he slammed the sharp end into the demon's chest. It had crumpled in to ash. He just sat there, staring at the branch for a few moments, trying to catch his breath. His mind was blank. He couldn't think.

A man had approached him. He'd introduced himself as Aleric Dieudonne. He explained about The Society of Light. He'd told David about the shadow worlds. And he explained that he, David Kurofsky, was born to be a Hunter.

Over the next several months, David had been trained to kill demons, but he had also learned about the other beings that existed in this world. Not all of them were evil. Among the other beings were Light Walkers. Not much was known about them. Only seven had ever been recorded in the history of the Society, which dated all the way back to shortly after the death of Christ.

They had only recently learned of the Light Walker known as Kurt Hummel. He had been the first one born in the past six hundred years. The last one they had records of had been Jeanne d'Arc, who apparently shared a common ancestor with the Hummels.

The Society explained to David that his connection to Kurt may not have anything to do with his burgeoning homosexuality, which had caused the confused young man to lash out at the smaller boy, but rather have been the Hunters' natural instinct to be near such a creature. He had worked with a Society counselor to learn how to differentiate his feelings of protection from those of attraction. He'd come to terms with his sexuality, and was now more confident in himself than he had been in years.

But it had still been a shock to come face to face with Kurt and his boyfriend tonight. He had given the pale boy his cover story, and had tried to warn him about the demon, but it was against the Society's rules to interfere without cause. So he had merely observed as Kurt insinuated himself between the creature and the curly haired boy. He had meant to follow them when they left, to make sure the vampire didn't attack them, but had literally run in to an incubus outside the bathroom. By the time he had lured the creature out the back door and destroyed it, the two boys and the demon were gone.

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Kurt slipped in to the car, tears running down his face. He couldn't believe Blaine had walked away from him. He shouldn't have made a big deal about the way Blaine had been groping him. He should have just made some snarky remark and down played the fact that he was upset. He could have conjoled his boyfriend into behaving, and driven him home.

He had a terrible feeling that he had lost the boy forever. He didn't know what it was about Sebastian that made him feel like his skin was trying to peel itself off his bones and hide, he only knew that the man wanted something from Blaine, and would do anything to get it.

He wiped the tears from his face and pulled out of the parking lot. He had to find his boyfriend before someone or something else did.

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Blaine was beginning to sober up as he walked. He knew he shouldn't have behaved like that with Kurt. He didn't understand why he had done it. He'd felt strange from the moment they had arrived at the bar. The moment Sebastian's hand had touched his. He felt as if the unnaturally handsome male had cast some compulsion over him.

When he and Kurt had left the bar, he felt the other male stalking him. Somewhere in the back of his mind came the knowledge that if he just made love to Kurt, he would be safe. It had almost felt like his life depended on being with the man he loved. An almost desperation had come over him. Kurt had been right to push him away.

He was so lost in thought, he wasn't paying attention to where he was, or where he was going. He didn't see the shadow slip out of the alley beside him.

"Blaine."

The voice whispered, seeming to echo inside his skull. He froze, unable to move.

"Come to me, Blaine. Come, join me."

He felt his body give in to the command, though his mind shouted at him to fight. But a haze began to fall over his thoughts. He knew there was something he should remember. Something that could save him, but that seductive voice kept whispering to him, and all thoughts ceased as the shadow enveloped him.

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Sebastian grinned in triumph as he pulled Blaine in closer. He had watched the interaction between him and the other boy in the parking lot. For the briefest of moments he thought that his plan might backfire on him. But the Light Walker had pulled away. They had argued, and now Blaine was his. As he leaned into the smaller boy, he could feel that he was still aroused.

Sebastian sighed. Such a shame he needed a virgin. He could have made the handsome young man his in every way possible. And they both would have enjoyed every moment of it.

He ignored his urges and pressed his lips to the pulse beating wildly in the boy's throat. Razor sharp fangs slid through flesh. Blaine gasped and moaned, panting as his arousal grew tenfold. He slid his arms around the much taller boy, never wanting the pleasure to end.