A/N: This has Klaine in it. I promise.

Disclaimer: I am not Ryan Murphy so I do not own Glee. It would be very weird if I was Ryan Murphy seeing as how I am in High School.

"Love, like death, changes everything."

"What can I get for ya?" Blaine looked up at the bartender.

"Uh, Just a shot of whiskey." Blaine replied. The bar tender nodded and walked away to get the drink and to tend to other customers. Blaine winced as the speakers blasted the music around the dance floor. He wasn't usually a club type of person but Wes and David kicked him out of the apartment because apparently he was too much of a downer.

The bartender slid him his drink and with a smile of thanks towards the man, Blaine drowned it in one swift swig. He wasn't having fun at all. Who cares if Wes yelled at him when he came back home without being tipsy and happy? He stood and exited the club, walking down the dark streets of New York. Walking the streets of this city at night wasn't the smartest thing to do but he'd done it before. He would be fine.

He passed by an alleyway and heard a loud thump. He stopped and listened for a moment. Silence. He must've imagined it. He was about to start walking again when he heard another thump, this time accompanied by voices. Blaine silently shuffled over to the edge of the alleyway. He peered around the edge of the wall and saw two figures shifting around. As his eyes adjusted a little to the darkness he saw what looked like two young men. It looked like one had a sack slung over his shoulder and he was arguing with the other.

"I just think that he would appreciate it if we brought another one. You know that he's less harsh when he's eaten well."

"But we don't want to get too many. It would cause too much of a scene."

What are they talking about? Blaine wondered. But it was none of his business. He turned around to leave when he accidentally stepped on a discarded beer bottle. I loud crack echoed through the air. He froze. The voices on the alleyway stopped. Blaine started walking again, not wanting to get tied into whatever they had been doing, when he was lifted off his feet and pinned against the wall. He looked down to see buff man with a mohawk holding him up.

"Look. Here's another one. Why don't we just take him?"

"Fine just knock him out quick so we can get home."Another man, a very tall man, stood by carrying what Blaine could now see was a limp body on his shoulder.

"Okay, you can take my wallet or anything else. Don't knock me out." Blaine stuttered. The man with the mohawk chuckled darkly.

"Oh believe me. It's not your money that we want." Then Blaine felt a sharp pain on his head and blacked out.

When Blaine woke up the first thing he noticed was that his head hurt like hell. The he started to notice other things like how he was hanging from a ceiling in chains and he was in some sort of dungeon.

Really?

Who has a dungeon in New York? Who has a dungeon period? Well, besides people in maybe Scotland or England, but that was beside the point. Blaine looked around the room that was lit by a single bulb hanging from the ceiling. He spotted various lumps in corners and hanging from the ceiling. He let out a startled gasp as he realized they were other people. Where was he? His head hurt, he was sore all over and he probably would have passed out again when suddenly heard a voice.

"Hey kid, are you awake?" Blaine looked around the room until he saw a form move into the dim light given off by the bulb. It was a man, maybe in his late forties, with his legs bound in chains and attached to the wall. A metal brace was wrapped around his neck, restraining him further.

"Yeah. Where are we?" Blaine asked, a bit taken back at how dry his voice sounded.

"Don't know. I was walking home from a poker tournament at a friend's house when these two men knocked me out. I woke up in here."

"Yeah, that's like what happened to me." Blaine said.

"These guys keep coming down and taking people. They bring them upstairs and you don't see them again. They come every few hours or so. They actually might be coming soon." As if on cue, a door located in an alcove near Blaine opened. The mohawk man and the other tall man walked in. They unlocked the chains of a passed out woman in her mid twenties and carried her out without a word. The door closed and a faint click was heard, most likely a lock.

Blaine heard the man he had been talking to let out a shaky breath.

"Good. They didn't take me. I get to stay alive for a few more hours."

"Alive?" Blaine asked, his eyes widening. "You mean they're killing those people?"

"What did you think they were doing? Giving them pies and sending them on their way?" The man chuckled sadly. "Anyway, you can't get out of those chains if you were wondering. I've tried." Blaine sighed. Alright, now he was just going to wait around and die? Doesn't matter much. His life was crappy. Sure he had David and Wes, but he wasn't dating anyone and his parents didn't accept him being gay. The best he could do was wait here and enjoying his last few hours of life.

When this dawned on him, Blaine relaxed and realized that he was exhausted. He fell into an uneasy and uncomfortable sleep.

A door slamming woke Blaine up. His head shot up, which probably wasn't the best thing since it collided with the metal chains holding him up.

"Owww." Blaine whined. He looked around the room to see who might be taken next and noticed with a start that the room was empty. How long had he been out? He watched as the two men walked over and started unlocking his chains. He fell to the ground but was immediately pulled up by the tall man.

"Can I at least find out how I'm gonna die?" Blaine asked. The tall man stopped and Blaine was spun around until he was face to face with him. The man searched his face and then his eyes widened slightly.

"You aren't kidding." He muttered disbelief in his voice.

"Nah, I don't have much to live for." Blaine said. The two men stared at him quizzically and started to walk again, dragging him along.

"So, how am I going to die?" Blaine asked again as they led him out the door and through a long corridor.

"The same way we kill everyone." The mohawk man said. "We decide who gets you –"

"Wait what do you mean by gets me?" Blaine asked, cutting him off.

"If our leader doesn't want you then we get you." He said. "And then we eat you."

"You guys are cannibals?" Blaine asked. They each chuckled darkly.

"Well you could call us that." The tall man said. "But I believe the correct term is Vampire."

A/N: It is probably very easy to tell that this is my first supernatural story. Sorry if it sucks. Please Review and tell me how much you hate it.