Warning: Extremely violent themes.

"Well well well, what do we have here?"

"Cut the creepy villain voice, Karofsky, if you want a fight then lets do it."

I was so fucking tired of this kid's crap. Didn't he get it the first time?

I saw Azimio jostle Kurt slightly, who was gripping tightly onto my hand, and I dropkicked the jock in the shin, snickering when he howled out in pain. "You little shit! I'll fucking kill you! Get back here"

"Gladly" I grinned, steering Kurt towards the car park, and returning to Azimio.

I heard Kurt let out an unsettled noise, but I knew that Ricky would be here in no time, and Kurt was only an arms-width away. As soon as the thought entered my head, I heard three pairs of footsteps scraping against the warm tarmac behind me.

"Who are you?" Harry asked, one of the larger jocks, whom I'd never bothered getting to know. They were all scum. There was one, whom wasn't as bad as the others, Michael, who was in my weight lifting class. We'd shared a brief conversation about boxing, though it seemed that he was a little scared of me, and even now, he stood back in the group amongst the rest.

"Six against two? Hardly fair" Sean spoke up, and a few of the meatheads seemed intimidated by his voice, accompanying his huge muscles and tall build. I even seen one guy step back, shooting a worried sideways glance to his friend.

A small guy was sizing Miko up, holding his arms out threateningly, and when he got too close, Miko pushed him back, he went flying a couple of steps, slamming back against a wall.

Dave's eyes were locked on Kurt, and I let a growl out of my chest, feeling Ricky's hand grasp my arm, restraining me.

Some shuffling was heard and then a small voice spoke up under his breath. "Dave, you said it'd only be the two of 'em"

"Yeah, man, there's like...5 guys there" A louder voice spoke, and Azimio grumbled, stepping forward and jabbing a fat finger out towards my Kurt. I was fed up of him getting between things, couldn't he just let me batter the shit out of Karofsky without fucking stepping in all the time?!

"Well, fairy-princess Hummel isn't really considered as a guy, is he?" He snarled, and a few chuckles were heard, and I spotted a few people hanging around sitting on the front of their cars, watching on.

I looked around at our surroundings, Ricky had warned me not to fight on school grounds because it could mean suspension for me or even becoming expelled. But I couldn't resist the temptations any longer.

I wanted his soul, and I wanted it now.

I sighed, cracked my neck and barrelled forwards.

My fist collided with his temple first, the quickest way to send him to sleep, Sean had taught me that when I was 5. And there he was, knocked out cold on the floor, and I kept kicking him. God, that felt good.

Someone was shrieking, but I didn't care to focus on who it was, I felt controlled. This is how Azimio Adams was supposed to die. I fell to my knees at last, closing my eyes and slowly inhaled.

But before the goodness could reach my lungs, I was being yanked back, pushed, tumbling continuously to the back of the group, with a final thud I met the side of Ricky's car, which he was holding me up against with his fists curled into my jacket.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING" He hissed, completely insane with rage. All I could think of was how close I'd been. So fucking close.

Sean had another hand on my shoulder, and Miko was stood back with Kurt. Oh god, Kurt. Some of my sanity floated back to me as I observed the stricken look on my boyfriend's face. How could I do this to him? I couldn't brutally attack someone and then drain their worthless soul right in front of him!

I reached out, trying to shout to him but I was surprised when my voice came out croaky and weak. "Kurt,"

"No, Blaine, just no" Sean growled, and looked back to the very confused jocks, who were all gathered around Azimio on the floor, glancing back to us with terrified looks on their faces. I sniggered. Then felt a punch to my stomach.

"God damn it Blaine! Take this seriously! You almost killed that kid!" Ricky shouted in the quietest voice he could, which just ended up sounding like some sort of hiss.

I felt frantic. Like I didn't know which way to turn. By the time I'd finally calmed down enough to think straight, I caught Karofsky trying to sneak away quietly around the back of the impending group.

I broke free from Sean's brace, darting into the retreating giant's back.

"You wanted to do this and now you're running away?" I growled into his ear from behind, gripping his collar and smashing his face into the rough tarmac, just enough so he scraped his cheek and blood appeared. Ricky was by my side in a flash, not restraining me, though, (surprisingly) but helping me haul the jock to his feet.

I was just about to push him against a wall when an angel's voice called out.

"Blaine!" I whipped my head around, and Kurt was facing me with startled eyes. My heart sank. I ran to him.

"Yes, baby?"

I gathered him protectively into my arms, pressing my forehead against his and swaying him gently. I surprised myself at how calm I could be.

"Not here" he said, his voice trembling slightly, and his gorgeous blue eyes met mine, tear-filled and terrified. "Not on school grounds"

I wiped away a stray tear and pushed his hair behind his ear, just listening to his rapid heartbeat which thudded oh-so beautifully. "Whatever you say, darling" I cooed, not quite sure where the endearment came from.

Ricky seemed to have heard, and turned from his spot where he was holding Karofsky securely against a wall. "You wanna go to the forest?" He says in a hushed tone, avoiding any of the other awaiting jocks hearing.

I feel a grin stretch across my face, "Yeah,"

Kurt's arms tighten around my waist as he nuzzles into my side and I realise that this all must be a little bit too much for him, to see me like this, and it is very dangerous to have him so close to me when I'm liable to snap at any minute. "Sean! Miko!" I call out to them, "Get rid of this lot" I jab a thumb in the direction of the remaining jocks, who look at each other with panicked wide eyes when I do so.

I wrap an arm around Kurt's back and lead him to the car, squeezing into the back and pulling him into my lap, pressing soothing kisses into his hair and neck as I listen to the commotion going on outside the vehicle.

"The rest of you, scram! Unless you wanna come and get the shit beaten out of you like this lucky kid right here" Sean hollers, patting Karofsky on the cheek in a patronising manner.

Before we knew it, Karofsky was being shoved into the back seat behind us, squished in by Sean who sat securely next to him, all of us pressed into the seven-seater.

Here we go.

XOXO

Ricky made sure to park the car right around the back, and we trekked deep into the small forest, enough to conceal us from the outside world. I'd tried to persuade Kurt to wait in the car, knowing how potentially dangerous this could be, even with three other demons there to restrain my actions, but he was having none of it.

"There's no way I'm waiting in the car like some kind of pathetic child, Blaine" He folded his arms across his chest, trying to seem menacing. It was kind of adorable.

I huffed, watching the other guys walk on ahead, leading Karofsky to the tree we'd visited many times before in pastimes.

"Kurt," I warned.

"No, don't even try to persuade me otherwise"

I sighed, grabbing his hand. "Fine. Come on."

He didn't say a word, but I knew he was smirking to himself, proud of how he'd won me over so easily. It was becoming increasingly difficult to say no to Kurt. Especially since we'd been together. I smiled to myself as I imagined the boys voices in my head, how they'd be mocking me if they were here, probably saying that i'm 'whipped' or something like that.

I lead us to the place where I knew the others would be waiting, letting go of Kurt's hand as soon as we caught a glance of them in the distance. I turned to him. "You will stay here" I said, hoping to sound authoritive or the slightest bit demanding.

His eyes flickered for a moment, searching for something, before he nodded slowly, seeming to understand. "Can I not come any closer?"

"Not on your own" I said simply, not making eye contact. I kissed him once on the mouth and then turned, glad that the walk towards the group wasn't completely short. I needed time to psych myself up for this.

I let the thoughts of everything this fucking kid had ever done to hurt people gather in my head. All the times he'd hurt Kurt. The times he'd hurt my Kurt. My nostrils flared angrily as my body flooded with adrenaline, and the blood turned cold and heavy in my veins.

"Let's get this over with, bro" Miko grunted quietly to me as I approached, his dark eyes downcast as they flickered worryingly over to Kurt, whom I couldn't bear to face right now.

I barely noticed the slight nod that Ricky gave to him before he left the circle, and walked in Kurt's direction. Karofsky wasn't being held down like I'd expected him to be, but his back was pressed against the tree, his chest heaving from the exhausting trek up here, and probably slightly from fear.

I didn't know where to start, it was different knowing that I wasn't allowed to kill him. Most of the time when we'd bring victims here I'd just start with torturing and then soul-draining. Or just the second one, if I'm in a hurry.

As I stood contemplating how to begin, the jock did something I didn't expect. He spoke.

"A-are you going to kill me?" he stuttered pathetically. I really wanted to snap him in two just then. You have no idea how much.

I felt the force driving me forward, but by some miracle I was able to restrain it. Instead, I let out a haughty laugh. "Don't flatter yourself, Dave, you ain't worth killing"

He looked confused, but Sean and Ricky seemed to get the joke, and sniggered slightly.

"Okay," I began, cracking my knuckles behind my head and then stretching my arms behind my back. "Let's begin, shall we?"

Sean pushed Dave further back into the gnarled wood of the tall tree.

"Look, Blaine, I-"

"I don't recall saying you could speak" I raised an eyebrow, and shoved his shoulder, ensuring he was fully pressed back. He began to stutter again, his eyes darting around until they landed on something, and his gaze softened sadly.

I followed his line of sight, completely livid by the time I'd realised what he was so intently focused on. Kurt.

I snapped my knee up into his stomach, watching him double over, coughing and spluttering as I kicked him twice hard in the shin. Twisting my fingers in the short hair at the nape of his neck proved slightly impossible since it was cut so short, but I wanted something to yank onto, so I chose his collar instead, hauling him down to the ground and pulling the material tight and harshly against his throat.

I heard footsteps and sensed Kurt's presence. I snapped my head around, he was safe with Miko. Those beautiful eyes distracted me for a second, and I was stuck at a momentary crossroads. He really shouldn't be seeing all of this.

"Kurt..." My voice came out deeper, and I couldn't help the growl that followed, rumbling deep from my chest.

"I'm fine" He insisted, and reached out to tug on the edge of Miko's jacket. "I have Miko, I'm fine" he smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.

We were interrupted by a groaning coming from the ground where Karofsky was curled in on himself. I hauled him up, using two fingers to pull him to his feet.

"So, this is a warning" I said, my voice not sounding familiar to my own ears. Nevertheless, I continued. "From now on, you'll stay away. Far away. If I ever see you so much as making eye contact with Kurt again I will kill you. Understand?"

He nodded.

"Good" I rummaged around in my pocket, trying to find my pocket-knife.

I caught Ricky's eye, who was eyeing the rocks at my feet with purpose. We grinned wickedly at each other, and I picked up the sharpest one, weighing it in my hand and frowning, then dropping it back onto the ground. "Heavy. No sharp edges" I demanded, and the boys scattered.

Karofsky knew better than to move, so he just stood clinging to the tree, breathing heavily. I watched as the demons hunted for rocks, retrieving some perfect ones that fit straight into my palms.

I stood, holding one for a moment. I knew that we couldn't leave many marks, especially not break any bones this time. I could probably make him bleed a little, to make it look as if he was just injured in football training or if I just blackmailed him into telling people he got jumped by some strangers instead, I could probably pull it off.

I didn't realise how long I'd stood contemplating for, my brother was growing impatient.

"Okay, I've had enough of your shit. Do something Blaine before I lose my mind over here. Mark him or something!" Ricky demanded, and I glared at him, flicking my knife out of my pocket. I set the rocks down momentarily.

"I was getting to that, actually." I said in a demanding tone, watching as he bowed his head and resumed his position. All of the boys knew where they stood right now. Just before I pulled the pocket-knife out completely, I turned to Miko, nodding my head to Kurt. He understood, and slowly began to back Kurt away, turning him around so he couldn't see what was about to happen. I was actually quite surprised that Kurt didn't protest, but I figured he was actually more scared than he was willing to admit.

I held the metal of the knife between my teeth as I rolled up my sleeves. "Let's get this over with."

His eyes were huge, startled and he absolutely reeked of fear.

"Y-you said you wouldn't! T-that you wouldn't kill me!" He shrieked desperately as I walked closer, squirming away and battling against the human handcuffs fiercely.

"Who says i'm gonna kill you?"

I charged forward, stabbing the knife straight into the wooden trunk, half an inch away from Dave's side, who was twisting away in panic, writhing against Ricky and Sean's grip. "What are you doing?!"

"Teaching you a lesson" I grunted, pulling out the knife, pressing the flat of the blade against the jock's stomach. "You have feelings for him, don't you?" I stared him dead in the eye, challenging him.

He refused to answer, clamping his mouth shut, so I'd handed a rock to Sean who'd immediately started whacking it straight into Karofsky's stomach, deciding that some external bruising would perhaps be okay.

"You thought it was okay to force yourself on him? To make every day of his life a living hell, and now you're challenging me?"

I reached out and grabbed his wrist in a forceful grip, tearing his sleeve back and baring the chunky flesh under my control. I slashed the knife quickly, in a curved slit just underneath his elbow, deep enough to scar, to be a reminder of this day. I told him as much.

"This will scar. And when it does, you shall be reminded. Reminded of this day and all of your shitty actions that caused this. You'll change. You'll become a better person and if not? This is a reminder that one day, I'll come back for you, and I will kill you"

With that, I turned, leaving nothing but the venom in my voice and marching straight back to the direction of the car, hearing the screams from the jock as I walked away. I heard the tearing of material, and decided that I didn't want to know what the boys were going to do to him. I knew it wouldn't be too drastic, just superficial. But the thrill of not knowing, the mystery of all that could've happened after I left him with that final threat, it sent pleasurable shivers down my spine.

Kurt caught up with me, breath heaving, as I emerged from the forest, sprinting to the car and collapsing back against it, panting heavily into the metal.

"I'm so proud of you, baby" He cooed, pressing himself to my side, and slipping underneath one of my arms. "I'm so proud"

"I didn't do anything" I shook my head confusedly.

"You stopped yourself, didn't you?" He stroked down my arms slowly, pulling me to face him. "You could've killed him any second"

"Or you, for that matter" I snapped.

Silence.

"I'm sorry" I frowned.

"Don't be" he said softly, meeting my eyes. God is he gorgeous.

I surprised him by pulling him flush against my body, kissing him slowly, torturously. I knew this was dangerous. I still felt the venom in my veins, but I continued.

All thoughts left my mind as Kurt's tongue swirled deliciously against mine, and I pressed him back against the car, both of us panting wildly into each other's mouths. Kurt broke away, letting out in one breath "It was kinda sexy too"

I felt my knees go weak at the raspy, sexy edge to his voice, I kissed him again, just about to pull him inside the back seat of the car when wolf whistles were heard in the distance and three grinning boys appeared.

"Well well well! What do we have here!?" Miko calls, and Kurt groans, letting his forehead fall forward to rest on my shoulder as I cradle his back possessively.

"You have the worst timing" I growl, and something about that makes Ricky rush forward.

He takes my face into his hands, examining my pupils and frowning. "You know better, Blaine, what are you doing?"

"I feel okay. More controlled, even." I glare at him, "Even Kurt said I was more controlled."

"Yes, but Kurt isn't half demon, is he?" Ricky raised an eyebrow, and it was clear that the power struggle had ended, it was back to being Ricky in control now. I just grumbled and kicked the tyre of the car, receiving a 'hey! Watch the paintwork!" from Sean, and pulled Kurt inside with me.

"No offence, Kurt" Ricky shot over his shoulder when he climbed into the driver's seat.

"None taken" he shrugged, leaning into my side.

I despised Ricky. I did feel better! Who was he to say that I didn't just from viewing the dilation of my pupils?

Then again, the back of my mind spoke to me. I knew deep down how easily I could've snapped, with no one around, Kurt allowing me to have him right where I wanted him, right in my arms. I shuddered. I owed him.

A quick glance in the mirror to show Ricky had seen my realisation was enough, I shot a grateful look at him and he accepted it silently, nodding at me and then fixing his gaze back on the road.

XOXO

"Did you hear about what happened to Karofsky?" Mercedes gasped as soon as she seen us, I was slightly miffed as I was just about to press Kurt back against the lockers to kiss him senseless when she'd come rushing over, swatting at Kurt's arm impatiently.

He shot me a look. "No, what happened?"

"Well, he hasn't been in for three days, obviously, but I just seen him then, and he looked terrible, so I asked Jacob Ben Israel and-"

I groaned. "Not that kid"

Mercedes continued, despite my interruption. I really didn't want to listen to this, he best have come up with a good enough excuse as to what happened to his face, if not, we'd just beat him again. He knew that.

"Anyway, he told a big group of us that he got jumped, and he didn't see who it was because it was dark, but it was obvious he did know because of how he was acting all shifty, and Azimio shooed us all away when some people started asking questions" The black girl frowned, and just as she finished speaking, the said jock came shuffling around the corner.

He looked so small. I snickered, and Kurt thumped my chest slightly in disapproval. He limped around the corner. Just as well. Sean had told me that they had put a rather painful cut at the top of his thigh which was quite deep, to scar in case the one that I left didn't. His face was fat and puffy, two black eyes and cuts along his jaw and neck. I smiled proudly.

His eyes lifted for a second and he looked as if he'd just seen a ghost, snapping his head down immediately and trying to limp away faster, but being jostled by people around him, he fell sideways against a wall and started hyperventilating.

Kurt turned around from where his back was pressed to my chest and pressed his face there instead, clearly not wishing to see anymore. "It had to be this way baby" I said softly into his hair, just loud enough for only him to hear it.

"I know" he nodded against my chest, his voice coming out small.

I watched as Karofsky scrambled away, trying to sustain my smile only slightly. A few people stared at me momentarily, and it was almost as if I could read their minds. They thought it was me.

I glared, dispersing the onlookers as they frantically tried to make it look like they weren't staring in the first place.

Kurt groaned, then, after Mercedes had just apparently left.

"I hope all this chatter dies down about David soon" he said, playing with my fingers. "It feels like torture knowing what actually happened and not being able to say anything, I can't image how he feels"

I frowned, and grabbed his face in my hands.

"Don't feel sorry for him" I insisted. "He bought it on himself, don't you dare feel sorry for him"

I knew I was being intimidating, and a little rough, but today everything was trying my patience, and I knew that if Kurt went on talking like that any longer then I was likely to snap.

He looked at me, startled, before pulling my hands off him slowly and then shaking his head as if trying to forget that it just happened. I shot him an apologetic smile, and he smiled back slightly, but not completely, as he towed me down the corridor.

XOXO

History class was worse.

Everyone was talking about it.

Granted, Karofsky sat, slumped in the corner away from everybody else, absolutely silent. But it wasn't long until some of the footballers had begun shooting Karofsky strange looks too, as if they were finally thinking it through, that the rumours of his lying about who 'jumped him' were actually quite suspicious and could have some truth in them.

I grinded my teeth together, willing the teacher to begin. I could almost feel Kurt's panic which was quite obviously rising greatly in his chest at the chatter around us, as if it were radiating from his body.

I turned to frown at him, and he shook his head, looking pale.

He just shrugged off my attention, returning his gaze to the front where the lesson had finally begun.

Half-way through, however, a loud scraping of chairs was heard, and a loud voice boomed from the back.

"Will you all just stop asking me things!? Stop whispering, stop bullshitting, stop everything! I got jumped in the parking lot and it was dark, and no, I don't know who did it. So leave it alone already!" And with that, Karofsky swooped up his bag and stormed right out of the door, Mr Shepherd shouting after him.

I didn't have to look at Kurt to know that he was panicking. I just rolled my eyes, stretching back and pulling up a group text to the boys.

Jock from the other night is having trouble keeping his mouth shut. Think he'll snap soon. What's the plan?

I hit send, tapping my foot impatiently. The whole class was whispering to each other, the volume increasing as Mr Shepherd still hadn't returned from following Karofsky down the hall.

My phone buzzed with two incoming messages, followed shortly after by a third.

From: Miko
Up to Rick I guess

From: Sean
I say we just kill him. It'd be easier.

From: Ricky
Don't kill him. We'll pay him a little visit tomorrow night instead.

I grinned, knowing what that meant. Depositing my phone back into my pocket, I stretched my arms behind my head, feeling the cool leather of my jacket warm up under the movement, and tried to fight back the ear-splitting grin I felt creeping onto my face.

XOXO

"Blaine?" Kurt asked quietly.

We'd taken his truck out and driven it to an isolate park somewhere, sitting curled up in the back of it. Watching the stars together turned out to be quite romantic, I had my arm around him as we breathed slowly in the cool air, staring up at the dark glaring sky.

"Yeah?" I replied, turning sideways so we fell in against each other.

"Do you believe in redemption?"

"Have you been Googling things again?" I sighed, teasing him. He hit my chest playfully, and I caught it, holding it solidly against my heart. It was no secret that ever since he'd found out that his boyfriend was half-evil-soul-sucking demon, he'd been doing some research.

He'd told me all about the ancient Egyptian myths he'd found on the internet and how he believed it may be something extremely similar to my case. I just brushed it off, I'd researched it all before once, that one time when I was young and in denial.

I actually found it quite endearing, nevertheless, but extremely risky at the same time. Who knows who could find out the true reason that Kurt was so suddenly interested in strange Greek and Egyptian Mythology tales.

"No I'm serious," he spoke, brushing a trapped curl behind my ear.

"Do you?" I asked.

We remained quiet for a little while, breathing each other in. "I don't know" he said finally.

He didn't ask again but I could tell that he truly wanted to know. "I don't believe in it." I sighed. "There's no way it could ever apply to me anyway, so..." I shrugged my shoulders and he kissed me.

Long and sweet, and I just wanted to hold him tighter until I realised that we were as close as we could already be.

"I really do wish you wouldn't put yourself down so often." He said sadly, and I swore I felt my heart break in two.

"I'm sorry, you know I can't help it" I blamed everything on that excuse. The demon excuse. It was so pathetic.

"I know" Kurt sighed. "Blaine?"

I turned my head to acknowledge him.

"Do you think you'll ever be civil with my brother?"

"Well you're full of questions tonight" I quipped.

"And you aren't very good at answering them" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"I don't know" I huffed. "As soon as he stops being a dim-witted, homophobic giant assh-"

"Blaine, he's still my brother. I'd really like it if you two would get along, you both mean a lot to me"

I pushed down the rising pressure inside me, that rage that came from nowhere in particular at completely random times and made my eyes blow out to full dilation, engulfing my soul with its evil mind.

I choked, spluttering at the pure force of trying to control the monster that ached to control me.

"Are you alright?" Kurt spoke worriedly, patting his hand firmly against my back in concern.

The coughs calmed down after a while and I inhaled slowly, trying to take deeper breaths. "Sorry, choked on air I guess"

"It's okay,"

"You were saying?"

"Uh...Oh, yeah, I just really wish that you guys were at least civil, that's all" he shrugged in a very un-Kurt-like manner, and a tiny part of me thrilled that I knew him so well now that I could decipher his body language.

I crawled over to him, pushing him down onto his back. The metal of the truck was hard against my knees but I hovered over him, just as a blast of cold air hit us.

"I'm trying as hard as I can," I straightened his collar with one hand, dropping down onto my elbows above him as he stared back at me in awe. "To be as normal as possible for you."

He began to protest, but I hushed him, further finding that Kurt Hummel could not be hushed, so I silenced him with a kiss instead.

"Just listen, okay? I find myself trying to be perfect constantly, I look at myself in the mirror and see nothing but imperfection and then I look at you, and God you're- You're so perfect, Kurt"

I grabbed his face in my hands, willing him to listen, his eyes glistened in the dim light, beginning to water.

"This is a promise, okay? A promise that I will try with all of my being to become the best boyfriend possible for you. I know I put on a front every now and then, but it's bullshit. It's all bullshit, Kurt I just wanna love you"

He gasped at that, leaning forward to kiss me with gentle pressure, cradling each other's faces in our hands. We lay down together underneath the moonlight, and though it may have seemed the most clichéd night, laying together underneath the stars, it was still the image of perfection.

XOXO

My throat burned.

Is this what Jack had warned me about? Fuck.

I fumbled for my phone, it had to be way past midnight by now. 3.13 AM.

I scrolled through my contacts, praying to whatever was up there that Jack would answer the call when I found his name.

Ring Ring.

Ring Ring.

Ring Ri-

"Hey bro what's up?"

"Jack?" I croaked out, and I heard a chair scrape through the receiver.

"What's going on? Have you been attacked? Where are you? Who was it? You sound terrible. What is going on? BLAINE!"

"Shut up!" I tried to talk over him, my voice cracking in multiple places. I unscrewed the abandoned bottle of water at the end of my bed but the liquid didn't seem to soothe the burn.

"Blaine, what's wrong?"

"My throat, it's-"

"Burning?" He supplied.

"Yes" I hissed out, impatient at his pace, throwing the water bottle across my room until it smacked against the wall.

"Okay, okay I understand, dude, you need to get out. Go...find someone" he said almost pitifully. I wondered whether he was with Annie.

"I can't, Jack, I mean I- I'm not supposed to-"

"Forget that, just do it, otherwise it will only get worse" He sobbed persistently down the phone to me as I eyed the door to my room with temptation. But Ricky had told me to cut down on my hunting, to try and cut it out completely since training had started.

I remember a similar conversation that Jack and I shared previously. Only the roles were reversed that time, Jack had cravings for pure souls and the pure need was overtaking his entire body. And sure enough, it wasn't long until my bones began to ache painfully just as he had said his had done in said conversation in the past.

"Jack" I whined, "Please don't"

"I have to" he sighed, sniffling slightly. "I have to tell him. He'll understand, B! He's your brother for Christ's sake-"

"He'll restrain me! He won't let me see Kurt, I- He..."

"I know, Blaine, I know, but it's for Kurt's safety. And your own, okay?"

Not long after the conversation I'd had on the phone to Jack about his burning throat and convulsing body, he had escaped from the confines of his home, running off into the night until he returned two days later, which is when we found him perched proudly atop the pile of his dead victim's bodies in his own house.

It was his worst score yet. He had to be confined for days after that, and Annie wasn't told anything. For all she knew, he was ignoring her calls, voicemails and messages because she thought he didn't love her anymore. In fact, it was quite the opposite, he was doing this for her. Because he loved her.

Precisely the same reason I'd began training for Kurt. To control myself. Because I loved him.

"I'm begging you" I dropped to my knees off the side of the bed, fisting a hand into my hair and yanking as hard as I could.

"Get out of there now! Stop asking, I have to and you know I do" He sounded stern now, but I knew Jack. He was soft. I could see past the false bravery and I knew that I could bargain with him somehow.

"What if I called you?" I waited.

"...What?"

"If I don't call and assure you that I'm fine and home safe by tomorrow at 10 am then you can tell Ricky straight away" I bargained, listening to the crackling silence on the end of the phone. "If I sound stable by tomorrow, then you aren't to inform Ricky until two days afterwards, so I have some time to...prepare myself."

I had a plan. I could go out and kill. I could assure Jack that i'm stable, and then I can warn Kurt. Kurt.

I tried to stop from shaking, keeping my resolve despite the slight twitch in my eyebrow and my leg that begun shaking against the floorboards.

I heard a sigh erupt the silence, "Okay" and then a throat clearing, "Okay, Blaine, but you need to promise that you will call."

"I know you'll only assume the worst. 10am sharp, I promise." Those words haunted me.

I promise.

I'd never kept a promise to date. And even if I kept this one, I'd be lying through my teeth to ensure my cousin that I was stable and not dangerous.

"Okay"

"Okay?"

"Yes. But Blaine?"

"...Yeah?"

He sighed, shuffling around again. "Be careful."

And the line went dead.

XOXO

I tried to tiptoe across the gravel which proved impossible.

The burning had spread, and Jack had never told me that it got this bad, I felt it invading my lungs, tearing shreds through the tissues of my organs.

It felt like I was being eaten alive, from the inside out.

I stumbled around for a while, running in random bursts and screaming silently with rage when I felt sudden surges of anger and pain force themselves upwards into my chest. My head ached. I needed to find somebody.

I inhaled through my nose steadily, trying to catch a scent anywhere that I could in the barely blowing wind. Surely no one would even be awake at this time of night. Or morning, should I say. I was wasting my time, trying to hunt whilst everybody was sleeping.

Oh. There's an idea. I could take someone in their sleep.

Just as I was about to set off towards the closest house to whatever fucking street I was on, the wind blew, and I caught a scent.

My entire body burst into flames and I galloped as fast as I could, almost considering falling forward onto all fours to increase the speed to where that delicious scent had come from. I ended up at the old gas station, the one that no longer existed. It had been knocked down in favour of some sort of road-side shop to be built there.

The light was minimal, most of the street lights were either dim, or had been smashed by drunkards or rebellious teenagers and hadn't been replaced. I didn't even know where I was, I seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, but I had a feeling this side of town was rough, though it seemed the perfect place to escape to at this time of night.

Maybe that's why when I finally laid eyes on the pretty little blonde sitting on one of the empty gas barrels, kicking her scuffed shoe against an abandoned flat tire, I understood why she came.

She seemed familiar, but as soon as I caught a whiff of that scent once more, I almost died.

Perfect.

Not nearly as pure as I'd hoped, but perfect.

I lurked in the shadows, crouched and limping, crazed and messy amongst the foliage. I edged forward, walking sideways to find a better angle, a better opening for attack. When my target's head whipped around. My heart lurched.

The girl was none other than little miss perfect Quinn Fabray. She squinted in the dim light, clearly trying to make out the approaching shape. My shoe snagged against a branch accidentally, and she stood, moving backwards and away from the sound with wide eyes.

My conscience made its way through my thick skull, screaming at me. This girl was one of Kurt's friends. They were in Glee Club together. There was no way that I could harm her, and no way that I could get away with it either. People would notice her missing.

Suck it up, Blaine. You're fucking wasting away here and you're sitting there worrying about what? Splattering blood on her little white skirt? Since when do you worry? You don't worry about prey.

I grinned. My confidence had returned and was battling my reasoning side. I could get away with it. I'd done it before. Who's stopping me?

A searing pain tore through my side, and I was reminded as to why I was here. Why the fuck was I hanging around thinking about things when my prey could escape any minute?

I rocked forward, ready to pounce until that voice returned once more. The one that sounded very suspiciously like Kurt's, reasoning inside my brain.

Think of the consequences. Find someone else. You don't need her.

But who else would be around at half three in the morning? I'd waited long enough.

And this had gone on long enough.

Get ready Quinn Fabray.

XOXO

A/N: Sorry, bit of a shit chapter. Review if you have any comments you'd like to make. I'll update ASAHP.
Love, Ell x