Hello, again! Well, this was hard to write. This will be a long and necessary chapter, but I have mixed feelings about it, so let me know what you think after you've read it, please!

Also... Remember when I said that this fic is rated M for violence? Yeah. Smut too, but not in this chapter ;)


CHAPTER FOUR

The girl knew she wasn't supposed to be walking alone at that time, in that part of town. She had heard in the news about all the people who had been brutally killed, or disappeared around that area. She walked fast, just trying to get to her grandmother's house as quickly as possible. Her grandmother was an old woman, who was sick and alone. She needed help. Unfortunately, the girl was the only one who could help her.

The girl turned the corner and bit her lip. Another dark, and empty street. But she knew she was close to the house now. She'd be safe in just a few minutes.

That's when she heard it. A breath, almost like a growl. It seemed almost as if it was coming from someone right next to her. She stopped, afraid to move. After a moment, she shook her head and kept walking. It would be smarter to just keep walking until she was safe. She glanced behind her. No one was there, but she had a feeling that she was being watched. Her instincts were telling her to just run, so that's what she did.

She didn't run fast enough.

She let out a scream as something grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into an alley. Whoever it was, they were strong. She didn't have enough time to take out her pepper spray. She had been thrown to the floor and her purse was snatched away from her. She managed to turn her head to look at the person. It was dark, but she could see it was a man, who was looking at her with eyes that were almost... like a beast. She was crying, ready to scream again. Ready to beg for her life.

Again, she wasn't fast enough.

The creature broke her neck in one movement. He didn't want to have to kill her slowly. He'd rather break her neck than have to watch her suffer while he drank her blood. He was a killer, and that would never change, but at least he could be merciful.

Kurt held her close while he bit on her neck to suck on her blood. God, it tasted so good. He could feel his body getting stronger and soon he wouldn't feel hungry anymore. Humans would never understand that hunger. It was a lot worse. Just a few minutes feeling hunger for blood was unbearable.

Not only that, Kurt was secretly enjoying being a predator. He wasn't ready to admit that, not even to himself. He felt so victorious every time he succeeded in killing someone then finally drinking their blood. He didn't enjoy watching them suffer, but he did enjoy stalking, chasing and then finally killing his preys.

The rush, and the way his heart beat faster. His hands got all sweaty and finally his sharp fangs would come out. That made him feel alive.

How long was this going to last? Would he ever stop feeling hungry? He didn't know. Kurt didn't know much about vampires before he became one. At first, he had hopes that he could turn back to normal somehow. It only took him a little research to find out that that was not possible. Scientists had done many experiments in the past, trying to find a cure. They all failed, and many people died during the tests. There's even evidence for experiments going horribly wrong and making the vampires involved in it even stronger and developing different powers. In the present, these experiments are illegal. Not many people believe in vampires anymore, there's no need to find a cure for something that doesn't exist. His hope of getting better died quickly. He found no evidence that this could happen.

He was starting to understand how his body worked now. He felt a bit stronger every day, and he wondered if that feeling would ever stop. He had done his research on the internet, but it was not very helpful. Most of the information about how the body of a vampire worked was not true at all. He figured that real vampires didn't want people to find out all about their weaknesses so they weren't spreading all the information on the internet. He wished there was someone he could talk to, but, well, he couldn't just ask around. People would either think he's weird or that he is in fact a vampire, and that would get him killed in a week. Well, the only person Kurt knew that knows all about vampires wanted to kill him, so... He was going to have to learn everything by himself.

He closed his eyes as he continued to suck the blood out from his victim.


"Don't you miss it? Hunting in the woods?" Santana asked, while she cleaned her blade inside the car.

They had killed a couple of vampires, using a blood trap, now they were ready to follow a tip about a small nest with a few vampires in it. They were cleaning their machetes so they could drive to an abandoned warehouse a few miles away.

Blaine shrugged. "I guess..."

"It was so much fun," The girl smiled, "I felt like I was in one of those crappy 90's movies about vampire hunters that we watch sometimes. It felt much more like a real hunt. Now we just wait around and break into nests. There's no real chase anymore. You liked it too, I remember all those times we went hunting together and we set up traps in the middle of the woods for the vampires we were chasing." She chuckled at a memory. "But there was one time you fell into one of them instead. Remember that?"

"Of course I remember." He laughed too, "You made me spend two hours in that hole to learn my lesson." They both laughed for a moment. "We knew things would be different here. Why did you come to New York, anyway?" Blaine asked, curiously.

Santana sighed as she finished cleaning her machete and picked up a small silver knife to play with. "Let's just say I had to run away from some stuff. Things are a lot better here... where none knows who I am."

Blaine had moved to New York with his brother a year ago, and six months later Santana came. They were great friends back in Ohio, but then Cooper insisted that they had to move and it was really sad for Blaine to leave his friends behind. They had quite a reputation in Ohio amongst the hunters there, but then this reputation started putting them in danger, so Cooper was contacted by someone in New York and a month later, they moved. One day, out of the blue, Santana called Blaine to let him know she had just moved there too.

Blaine nodded slowly. "Right. I get it. It's easier to be a hunter here, because it's easier to lie. I like it here, actually. Cooper's been making more money. I'm not sure how..."

Santana looked at him with suspicious frown. "Honestly, I don't trust your brother very much. He's a bit of a psycho, if you ask me. Those stories you told me..."

"I know that he's a little crazy sometimes, but he's truly a good guy." Blaine said softly. His brother was the only family he had, and Cooper had to practically raise Blaine on his own. He always made sure Blaine had food, a clean bed, and he even made sure that Blaine finished high school. Those things aren't so easy when you're a hunter. Above all, he always made sure Blaine was safe, even when they were hunting together. Cooper would literally take a bullet for Blaine, and his younger brother knew that and was grateful.

Which is why he felt so guilty about betraying him. Giving a chance to that vampire felt exactly like that. Betrayal. His brother was only trying to protect him, in his own way. He had told that vampire to run away, and they would possibly never see him again. They would never be able to find him and he would just keep killing.

"Have you ever looked at a vampire and felt bad for it?" Blaine asked, almost too quiet to be heard, but Santana had heard it. She quickly turned her head to look at him.

"No." Santana replied with a frown. "Why are you even asking me this?"

"No reason." Blaine quickly went back to cleaning the blade.

"Anderson." She said harshly. "You can fool a lot of people, but not me. Spill. Why did you ask me that?"

Blaine let out a sigh. What was he thinking? Vampire hunters were suppose to hate vampires more than anything in the world, she would never understand Blaine's feelings. "It's nothing. I just... Cooper had to kill a recently turned child yesterday and it made me feel bad, that's all. It's so unfair that that boy had to die..."

Santana seemed to believe that, apparently he could fool Santana Lopez too. She slowly nodded, looking down at her knife. "Well, that's why we kill every single of one those bastards. One day there won't be any vampires turning and killing innocent people."

Blaine simply nodded. She was right. The only way to make all this stop is killing every single vampire they can, and hopefully one day, the last one will get killed and this will all end. Unfortunately, it was their job to kill them and sometimes it wasn't easy. Sometimes they had to kill good people, because they knew one day they would turn into some perfect killing machine. But every time he told himself that, he asked himself: then why did he let Kurt live? Why did he give that vampire the opportunity to escape?

"I heard that you almost died when you went hunting alone. Is that true?" The woman asked him, watching him clean his blade. It was already clean, but Blaine was too distracted to notice, so he just kept doing it.

"That's true." Blaine was already expecting her to make fun of him for that, but surprisingly, she reached out and placed her hand on his shoulder.

"I'm glad you're alive, Blaine." Santana said, her voice was soft, but soon the moment was over. "I'm glad you're still here so I can make fun of your hair. I mean, look at it, is that gel? You're seriously using gel now?"

Blaine chuckled and rolled his eyes and looked down at the blade that he was now sharpening. "I decided to use a little bit. I haven't had time to get a hair cut, that's all."

"You look like one of those creepers that go on those dating game shows." Santana continued. Blaine knew her well enough to understand that he shouldn't feel offended. "But, tell me, how did that happen? You're a great hunter."

Blaine cut himself in the blade. "Ow! Fuck." He breathed.

Santana frowned. "Or maybe I should take that back..."

Blaine watched the blood spilling out of the cut on his finger as he remembered that night. "I set up a trap." He started. "A vampire came to the alley that I was hiding. He looked young and he was actually recently turned. Still weak..."

Santana watched him reach for a cloth to clean the blood on his finger. "Recently turned? Come on, Blainers, you're strong enough to take one little recent turned."

Blaine looked up at her. He decided that, fuck it, he was going to tell her the truth. "He was about our age... He was so scared a-and..." He swallowed, "It wasn't fair, Santana. He was scared and I felt like the monster in that situation." He confessed, "So he asked me to hold him while I killed him."

Santana widened her eyes. "Holy shit, you believed him."

"Yes," Blaine replied in a whisper, even though it wasn't a question. "I did what he asked. That's when he bit me." He felt so stupid saying it out loud.

Santana was quiet for a long time, making Blaine uncomfortable feeling as if she was able to read his thoughts, the ones hidden deep inside. "Does your brother know about this?" She finally asked.

"No."

"Good. Don't ever tell him." Santana said and looked out the window. "So, you're in danger now? He tasted your blood and escaped?"

Blaine nodded a little before he remembered she wasn't looking at him. "I am."

"That thing you said about feeling bad about a vampire," Santana glanced at him, "It wasn't really about that child, right? You were talking about this vampire."

"Please, don't hate me for this." Blaine looked at her with pleading eyes. He was so scared of what she was thinking. She was judging him, of course she was, she would see him as the worst hunter in the world for now on and she would tell everyone about how stupid he had been for trusting a vampire that much.

Santana let out a sigh, "I hate your puppy-eyes more than I hate what you did. Just, don't be that stupid again, you idiot." She leaned back on her seat and closed her eyes, seemingly dealing with some difficult thoughts on her head, which made Blaine wonder if she had more to say, but she just got quiet. "Let's not talk about this anymore, okay?"

Blaine nodded silently and started the car. If Santana was done talking about it, he wouldn't push, but he wondered what was going on in her head. "Let's go, I think it's time." He muttered.


Kurt let her body fall to the floor and wiped his mouth. He couldn't even look at her now that he was done.

He had to get away as fast as possible. Someone had probably already called the police after that woman screamed. Kurt walked out of that alley, cleaning up the blood on his mouth and chin with his sleeve. He would worry about the stain later. He calmly walked away, ready to make his way back to his apartment and finally worry about normal things, like the paper he had to write, like his roommate being too loud, or that his favorite TV show was cancelled.

Kurt abruptly stopped walking. Someone was coming close, probably following him. And whoever that was, was not a friend.

His fangs came out again and his entire body was ready for action.

"What makes you think you can hunt here?" A voice comes from behind him.

Kurt sniffed the air. Another vampire. The last time he saw a vampire he was still human. He was not scared this time, though. He turned around slowly, his fangs still showing and looked at the vampire behind him. "I had no idea I had to ask you for permission."

The vampire was taller than him, and looked physically stronger. He had a scar on his cheek and long black hair, he was wearing all black too. Kurt thought he looked like a cliche and he would have laughed, if he wasn't in danger.

"Who do you think you are, you little shit?" The vampire stepped forward, his fangs coming out.

"I could ask you the same question." Kurt raised his chin. "And you didn't answer me."

The vampire stared at him, frowning. "You shouldn't be hunting in this area without permission. Who the fuck sent you here?"

"No one sent me here, I just needed to eat." Kurt explained.

"Yeah, right." The dark haired man came closer, sniffing the air. "You're still young. Who turned you?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I don't have to answer to that." The truth was he had no idea. That night he just got away and ran from the vampire who turned him. He had no idea what the vampire's name was, but that vampire did try to talk to him. He had asked Kurt to follow him, that Kurt didn't have to be alone in this. "I'm alone, I don't- I'm not with the vampire who turned me, okay? Now, if you excuse me, I'm going home." He turned around.

"Who are you working with?"

"What? I work for nobody-"

"Wait a minute, Jeff." Another vampire came from the alley. He had been hiding. "Now, either this son of a bitch is lying, or he is the one causing all that trouble around here! The boss has been giving us a hard time because of this mess!"

Kurt swallowed hard. Now he was outnumbered and those man didn't look like they were going to wish him good night and let him go home any time soon. "Again," The dark haired vampire - Jeff - repeated. "Who do you work with?"

Letting out a breath, Kurt answered again, more firmly. "Nobody. I just wanted to eat."

"Get him." The other vampire said, and immediately Jeff sprung into action.

Kurt's body quickly shifted into fight mode as the vampire attacked him. He went to grab Kurt by his neck, but Kurt's reaction was to push his hands away and knee his stomach. The other vampire grabbed Kurt from behind and threw him down into the dark alley with ease. The man moved faster than any human was capable, running into Kurt's direction. Kurt didn't get on his feet in time before the attacker punched him in the jaw. The punch wouldn't have hurt him much if the man wasn't wearing a big silver ring. Kurt's lip was split, and he could taste the blood coming out of the cut.

Kurt growled at them and got up. Jeff was already moving closer to grab him again, and Kurt saw that he was holding a metal bar - made of silver. He was so angry and scared that he felt like he couldn't even control his body anymore. This time he decided to attack. The vampire widened his eyes as he saw Kurt moving to his direction. He swung his arm, trying to hit Kurt with the bar, but Kurt dodged all of his attacks easily. When he was close enough, Kurt grabbed the vampire with force, lifting him up as he struggled to get out of Kurt's grip. Kurt was squeezing his neck so hard that he was close to breaking it, and when he realized that he threw the man against the brick wall, making him drop his metal bar.

"You're stronger than you look, kid." The other vampire said behind him, and he moved fast to grab the silver bar. Kurt didn't have time to run before the silver bar hit his stomach, making him fall to the ground and let out a noise of pain. The vampire didn't stop there. He hit Kurt's back, making him scream out and when Kurt tried to get up, the vampire mercilessly broke his leg, hitting his bone with incredible force.

"S-stop! Please!" Kurt breathed out.

The vampire handed the silver bar to Jeff and simply said, "Take him to the car."

Kurt let tears of pain fall as he watched both vampires. "No, no, let me go! Let me go, please! I just needed t-to eat!"

Jeff turned around and hit him in the face with the silver bar, knocking Kurt out.


Santana came back to the car and Blaine rolled down the window. She had been watching the inside the warehouse and came back to tell Blaine all the information she got.

"Alright, so that tip was correct. That is a nest." Santana told him, "I don't know if these guys are vampires or bank robbers, but either way they're up to no good. I'm pretty sure I saw some fangs, though."

"Okay, so do we attack now?" Blaine asked, already grabbing his machete and his gun.

Santana shook her head. "We should wait. The hunter said that there are five vampires in this nest, I only saw three." She looked back at the other side of the street to the warehouse. "I think that if we wait, we'll get to kill more of these bastards. Come out of the car, though. We should check the entrances and plan the attack."

Blaine nodded and opened the door.


When Kurt woke up, he had a small headache and was tied to a chair. His fangs immediately came out as he sensed that he was still in danger, but he was still very confused, still trying to remember everything that had happened. He tried to break the chains holding him, but they were made of silver. Obviously.

He wasn't alone. There was another vampire in that room with him, one he hadn't seen before. He was sitting on the floor, leaning against the only door that that small room had. He was watching Kurt, and Kurt noticed that he had a silver knife with him. "Fucking finally."

Kurt looked at the man. He looked older, about 40 years old. He was black and had a lot of tattoos on his arm. "Please, just..." He muttered. "Just let me go."

The vampire shook his head. "Shut up." He spoke grumpily and stood up to walk up to Kurt, who tensed up. "Why were you hunting in our territory?"

"Your territory? I-I didn't know!" Kurt frowned.

The man furrowed his eyebrows. "Didn't know? How the fuck can you not know that?"

"I don't know!" Kurt exclaimed. "Look, I don't work for anybody, I was hungry, I-I won't hunt around here ever again, just let me go home".

"You're a liar." The man raised his knife. "Tell me who you work for. Now!"

"I'm not lying! My friend must be worried about me, she has no idea I'm a vampire and I just want to live my life in peace! I'm just an art student, I don't want to cause any trouble."

The vampire looked stunned. "Oh, boy. So you're just trying to live a normal life? You know nothing about territories and all that shit?"

Kurt quickly shook his head. "I swear! I don't know any vampires, I-... I have no idea what to do. I'm alone and I felt hungry."

The man watched him for a moment, Kurt was still frightened so he just shut his eyes and swallowed hard, waiting for the punch.

"Now, that's something I don't see every day." The vampire laughed in surprise, and Kurt opened his eyes when he heard the laugh. "You really do look harmless, but I thought it was just some kind of act. You beat up Jeff pretty good."

"I-I'm sorry, I guess." Kurt sighed, "God, I keep hurting people, but it's only because they attack me first!"

"Don't worry about it." The vampire moved behind Kurt. "Jeff's fine, and so are you."

Kurt licked his bottom lip, it wasn't split anymore, even thought he could still taste the blood there. That didn't surprise him. He had noticed that vampires could heal a lot quicker than humans, but what surprised him was that his leg wasn't broken anymore. He pressed his foot harder against the floor and felt no pain. He smiled. Sometimes it felt good to be a vampire. "Wow... My leg's all better now."

"Yep. You healed. Like all vampires do." The man rolled his eyes as he unchained Kurt. "But if you try anything, I swear I'll kill you."

"I won't. I promise." Kurt looked up at the man. "Where am I?"

"You're in a vampire nest. The guys brought you here for questioning." The man paused. "Just know that if you try anything, you're dead."

"I got it." Kurt felt the chains being released from his body and sighed in relief, his fangs moving back inside. He might be coming home after all. He nodded at the man. "I won't do anything. I was only protecting myself."

"I'm Bill." The man said simply. "They are pretty angry at you. Not because you fought them, but because you were hunting in our territory."

"Yeah, I got that." Kurt stood up from the chair, looking around the dirty and empty room. "But I didn't know there was such a thing, I thought every vampire could just... kill wherever when they needed to eat. Are they going to let me go?"

"Don't know. Probably, once we figure out who you are." Bill replied. "You could be important."

"My name is Kurt. I'm just a student. I'm... nobody." Kurt shrugged. "I won't hunt around here ever again."

"Sure, I believe you, but these guys? Not so easy to convince them."

The door opened behind Bill. It was Jeff, and when he realized Kurt was unchained he growled. "What fuck is this?!"

"Look, this kid is a nobody. He says he didn't know about territories and all that shit." Bill defended him, as Kurt backed off to the wall.

"What kind of vampire doesn't know about territories around here?" Jeff scoffed. "He's a liar."

"I'm not. I got turned last month and I don't know much about all this." Kurt explained quickly, shaking his head. "I'm not a liar."

Jeff grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the room. Kurt followed him quietly, knowing that he had to stay calm if he wanted to get out of that situation. When they were out of that small room, Kurt realized that they were in an abandoned warehouse. It was a bit dark, only a few light bulbs were working and there were a few of empty and rusty shelves. The vampires were gathered around a table, looking down at some kind of map. It looked like they were a gang. The were armed with big knives, had tattoos, dressed in black and they all looked dangerous. Kurt was completely different from them with his soft, pale skin, his perfectly coiffed chestnut hair (that was usually perfectly coiffed, but it obviously wasn't at that moment) and his impeccable sense of fashion. They all looked up as Jeff brought him closer to the group.

"Seriously, does anyone know this bitch?"

"We told you, Jeff, we don't know him." One vampire spoke, he looked the oldest. "It's not our fault you're so angry that a month-old vampire beat the crap out of you."

The vampires laughed at Jeff who only gripped Kurt tighter. "Yeah, you can laugh all you want, but this little shit has to pay for what he did. He's messing with us! Can't you see that he's the one who caused all this trouble for us?"

"Who says that he's the guy?" Bill spoke, he was now standing next to them. "He says he's a student."

"He's lying! I say we should take him to the Head and figure out who this guy is."

"Now, that's a bit extreme, don't you think?" The older vampire crossed his arms.

"The Head?" Kurt asked.

Jeff scoffed. "See? Come on, every vampire in New York either works for the Head or at least knows who that is!"

"I don't care who this vampire is." A vampire who looked to be about Kurt's age, maybe younger, came closer. Kurt swallowed thickly as the vampire stared at him. He had a blond, almost white hair. His eyes were dark and something seemed off about him. Kurt's entire body felt scared around that man and his hungry eyes. The vampire's finger caressed Kurt's cheek, and Kurt could do nothing but hold his breath. "I could have a lot of fun with him. I say you should let me take him back to that room, and-"

"Jared, no." Bill frowned. "You're not going to do anything to him. We don't even know who this guy is yet, but even if we did, that's just fucked up, man. You have to stop doing that."

"Oh, please." Jared rolled his eyes. "He's a nobody, why do you care? Just shut up and go back to your post. You should be outside, watching out for hunters."

"You're not the boss here, you crazy fuck." Bill raise his voice in anger.

The discussion between the vampires went on, but Kurt, who had been so scared a few seconds before, suddenly felt calm. Something was up. Something that none of them were noticing. Kurt couldn't be sure what exactly it was, but there was a smell in the air. A sweet smell that seemed so familiar... It was faint, but he could smell it. Strangely, that smell comforted him. They were all yelling now, but to Kurt, the noise was distant.

"I say we kill this fucker right now." Jeff had taken out a silver knife, pointing it directly to Kurt's neck. "If he's a nobody, like he says, no one's going to miss him."

Jared smirked. "Do it. I don't mind fucking a dead body if it's still warm."

"You're not killing anybody, Jeffrey." The older man spoke. "Put the knife down, it's an order."

"No! Fuck this shit! I'm tired of you bossing us around like that!" Jeff stepped back, pulling Kurt with him.

"Jeff, don't do it, man!" Bill said, shaking his head. "This guy is innocent."

"You're still young, Billy. You still have that human sense of morality in you." The other vampire, the one that had attacked Kurt in the alley with Jeff spoke. "It doesn't matter if he's innocent. Just kill him already."

"I'm gonna do it!" Jeff yelled. "None of you can stop me! This piece of shit has to pay!" He pressed the knife harder against Kurt's neck and he was ready to cut his head off in one move.

"Jeff, no!"

Kurt closed his eyes as he heard a loud bang. For a moment, everything was quiet. He opened his eyes. Jeff was paralyzed. Shot in the head. Didn't even have enough time to react before a silver bullet went straight to his brain.

"Hunters!" The older vampire shouted, and all of their fangs came out. Another shot, and this time it hit Bill's arm. The vampire screamed in agony. Kurt widened his eyes too, but strangely he still felt calm. He was about to be killed by either these vampires or some hunters and he was still peaceful. All the vampires were running quite fast, to get their guns and get ready to defend themselves from the hunters. There was a hunter already inside the warehouse, the bullets came from somewhere in the dark part of the building. That person was the one who shot Jeff and Bill. How they got there? It was hard to tell. Hunters were sneaky and well trained.

Kurt just focused on running then. He needed to hide and find a way out of that situation, but he wasn't used to this at all. He didn't know where to run. "Kurt, this way!" Bill yelled grabbing Kurt's arm as they ran to hide behind one of the shelves. From where they were hiding, Kurt could see the silhouette of the hunter. It was a man, he was hiding behind a pillar in the dark with his gun. The vampires were looking everywhere, trying to find the shooter.

A woman kicked the warehouse door open. She had two guns on her hands and didn't waste anytime before she started to shoot. Her bullets got one of them in the head, but the other vampires were too fast and got to their weapons, forcing the woman to hide too as the gunfire began.

"You just got one?! What the fuck? We should have already gotten at least four of them!" Santana shouted at Blaine so he could hear her over the gunshots.

"And you blame me? You only got one too!"

"Yeah, but you had the element of surprise, I got here after you started!" She replied angrily. Kurt could hear every word they said. He just hoped they wouldn't find him.

"Kurt, I have to help them." Bill said. "I can't leave them." The hunters and vampires were still shooting each other nonstop. It was so loud that Kurt almost didn't hear him.

"But, you're hurt!" Kurt frowned.

"The bullet went right through my arm. It's healing already, I'll be fine." Bill nodded. "Just stay hidden, but when you find a way to get out, run as fast as you can. Here, take this." He gave him a car key, and Kurt frowned in confusion. "You're still too young, you're not as fast as the rest of us. Just get the truck if you can get away. Hunters are merciless and they will kill you without a second thought, so don't look back."

Kurt nodded a little, looking down at the keys. He didn't really agree, there was a hunter who had tried to kill him, but he did give him a second thought. "Thank you, Bill. Good luck."

Bill nodded and left, trying to to get his weapons without being noticed. The shooting went on for a while, and Kurt just wanted it all to stop. Suddenly one last gun shot was heard.

"Fuck!" Jared shouted. "I'm out of bullets, boss!"

The older vampire, threw his gun to the ground and groaned. "Me too."

"Did I hear that right?" The male hunter said, he was clearly smirking. Anyone could hear it in his voice.

"Yes, you did. I'm out of ammo too, so... " The woman came of out her hiding place in the shadows, holding a machete tightly and lifting it up, ready to fight. "Now, let's get this party started. For real."

Kurt found it absurd that these hunters were clearly having fun. How could you possibly be smiling when you're so close to being killed? He watched as the older vampire ran fast to attack her holding a knife of his own, but dear God, that woman was a good fighter. She dodged his attacks and fought with skill, defending herself while planning her own moves up ahead. It was entrancing to watch, really. Kurt mouth was agape, and even more so when Bill joined his boss and the woman managed to defend herself from both of them. But she wasn't alone for long, soon the male hunter came out of the shadows with his own machete. Kurt couldn't hold back a gasp. It was that hunter. His hunter. The man that wanted to kill him. And Kurt was pretty sure that smell was coming from him, which made everything more confusing.

Blaine moved sneakily and kicked the older vampire to the ground. Before he could continue his attack, though, Jared grabbed him from behind and the vampire's knife went dangerously close to Blaine's stomach, but the hunter managed to push it away. His machete cut the vampire's chest, though, making Jared scream and growl in anger. The female hunter screamed as Bill grabbed her and almost broke her arm, while the older vampire used that opportunity to cut her, aiming for the neck, but she kicked him just in time, so he ended up cutting her thigh.

"I need help!" Santana yelled, and Blaine had to jump and kick Jared out of the way so he could go help his friend. He helped her get away from Bill and they both stood back to back, watching the vampires surround them.

"Fuck. We need a plan." Blaine whispered to her. "That's not all of them. Someone else's here, I saw it. Another vampire, I don't know, there were six people here."

Kurt froze as he heard the hunter.

"We'll find the other one, don't worry. I do have a plan. I lied about the ammo thing." Santana acted quickly as she pulled her gun from its holder on her belt and aimed for the boss that was standing to her right. She didn't have much time to think or aim, so she just shot him. The bullet went straight through his head, which meant that he would heal in a few minutes. "Shit! Well, that'll buy us time."

Jared growled, looking right at Blaine. "Oh, I'll get you both. You're dead meat!"

Blaine smirked, twirling his machete. "What are you waiting for, then?"

Jared launched himself at Blaine's direction, his knife hit Blaine's machete with force as the hunter defended himself from his attack. Kurt was watching everything, truly surprised at how strong the hunters were. All the vampires in that warehouse, except for himself, were quite strong. Stronger than humans, and yet those hunters wouldn't go down so easily. He swallowed, wondering which side would win this fight. Kurt glanced at the door. No one was paying attention, maybe he could get away. He started to move towards the door, very, very quietly. He was still far, but he was confident that he could make it.

Kurt still kept his eyes on the fight. The two hunters had very different fighting styles. The male hunter was stronger, and he used his strong arms a lot more than his legs. He was clearly a boxer. The girl, though, she was faster, agile and used her legs more. She had probably taken a lot of lessons of marcial arts. She was a badass, Kurt had to admit. He watched them, but he kept moving. The door was so close now, he was gonna make it, he knew it.

"Ah!" Blaine let out a scream as Jared grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up with one hand. He gasped for air, and desperately tried to fight him, his hand dropped the machete and tried to pull Jared's hand away. Jared kicked the machete away into the darkness. Blaine would not be able to get it back.

"Bla- No. No!" Santana widened her eyes, looking at her friend. Bill took the opportunity to punch her in the face, making her lose her balance and fall.

Jared laughed, watching the hunter suffer. He threw Blaine far away. The hunter let out a yelp as he hit the ground, falling in the middle of two shelves. Jared watched him agonize with a smile. "Killing you is going to feel so good."

Santana was trying to get away from Bill so she could help her friend, but she was losing. She was too distracted and worried about Blaine. She couldn't see him from where she was, but she could hear him. Bill was hitting her multiple times and she was close to being knocked out.

Kurt was just a few steps away from the door. He didn't need to stay there anymore. The hunters would lose. He could get away and no one would even notice. He couldn't take his eyes off the hunter, though. He could see the man's machete, it wasn't too far from him and before he could stop himself he took one step closer to the weapon. "No... No, just leave." He whispered and turned away to the door. Jared was kicking Blaine in the stomach again and again. The hunter could just let out loud noises of pain. The vampire laughed, enjoying every sound.

Bill glanced at Jared. "Stop it! Just kill him already!"

Jared rolled his eyes. "Fine." This time he was the one twirling his knife as smirked down at the hunter. Blaine was breathing hard, but he wouldn't go down without a fight. As the vampire moved closer, Blaine knew he had to act quick. He watched the vampire's movements and as the vampire lifted his knife, ready to stab Blaine in the heart, the hunter kicked him and rolled away. The vampire's knife got him though, making a deep cut on his shoulder. Blaine screamed, but continued to struggle, trying to get up. He had no idea the effect that his blood was having on the vampire standing just a few feet away from them. Kurt felt his fangs coming out again, but for a reason he couldn't quite grasp and suddenly he couldn't stop himself.

Jared was on his feet in a second, and he quickly straddled Blaine, holding him down with force, while his knife pressed against his neck and he smirked, wanting to see the hunter's eyes as he died. "Say bye bye."

Blaine saw a silhouette behind the vampire, holding his machete. "Bye bye." He whispered. A second later, there was blood splashing all over his face and he closed his eyes. The vampire's head had been chopped off and he managed to use his strength to push the vampire's body away. He kept his eyes closed, breathing heavily and coughing. "T-thanks, San-" He stopped talking when he finally looked up. That was definitely not Santana. That beautiful vampire was kneeling right next to him. His eyes pupils looked huge and he looked like he was in some kind of trance as he stared down at Blaine. "Kurt..." he whispered, and the vampire smiled as he heard his name. Then suddenly, he understood: Kurt glanced at his shoulder. Blaine understood that he was still in danger and that vampire was going to kill him. The smell of his blood was doing that to him, it was probably it. He had never seen a vampire act like that before.

"Santana, hel-" The vampire put his hand over the hunter's mouth firmly and leaned down to speak to him. Blaine noticed the blood on his face.

"I'm not going to hurt you." The vampire said, his voice surprisingly soft and calm and this time his eyes were looking right into Blaine's. "You saved me, now I saved you. Don't forget that." Then suddenly, his hand wasn't there anymore. He stood up and moved so fast that Blaine only just blinked before he was gone.

The hunter let out a groan of pain. "S-Santana?" He called. He couldn't hear a fight anymore and he grabbed the machete with his good arm. Kurt had dropped it right next to him before he left.

The last vampire was kneeling down, holding her. Blaine let out a breath as he saw Santana. She wasn't conscious and he feared for the worse. The vampire turned to him and Blaine noticed that he was doing. Bill was drinking her blood from her arm. "I'm sorry. I had to hurt her."

Blaine was limping a little, he held his machete tighter. "Did you kill her? You fucking- you monster!"

"She's not dead. Not yet." Bill wiped his mouth and got ready for another fight. The fight didn't last long, though. Blaine was hurt, but his adrenaline carried him through the fight. The vampire was just as hurt as Blaine was because of his fight with Santana. He hadn't had time to heal yet. Blaine had also grabbed Jared's knife and used that to his advantage when Bill was distracted. He stabbed the man through the heart multiple times, and finally left the knife there, paralyzing him.

Blaine fell to his knees. That hunt was finally over.


Blaine did all the work by himself, despite being hurt. As soon as he got his breath back to normal he went to Santana, checking her vitals and letting out a breath of relief when he confirmed that she was in fact alive. He looked at all the bruises and cuts in her body. She had been beat pretty bad, but she would be okay, nothing truly serious. Nothing that hunters weren't used to. He heard the older vampire let out a noise and quickly went to cut his head off before he could regenerate completely.

Then the chopped off the other paralyzed vampires' heads. The dark haired guy and the random vampire that Santana had shot. He kept the last one alive, the bigger one, but apparently the youngest vampire of the group. He was going to bring a little gift to Cooper. When Santana was finally conscious again, Blaine helped her stand up and walked her to the car. She argued that she was fine, but Blaine insisted that she would rest in the car. He would worry about everything alone.

It was better that way, because while he was burning corpses, searching through their weapons, taking a few knifes and ammunition with him and also some silver chains (those were useful and expensive), his mind could only think about one thing... that damned vampire named Kurt.

"You saved me, now I saved you. Don't forget that."

He kept remembering what Kurt had said. Had he actually just saved a vampire? Blaine knew that the vampire he shot was threatening to kill someone, but he wasn't able to see who it was. It was Kurt? How exactly did he managed to get himself in that situation? It didn't matter. Blaine couldn't forget the way Kurt's eyes were as the vampire looked down at him. He remembered everything clearly, but every time he thought about it, it felt like some kind of hallucination. It was too surreal. He had never seen a vampire so collected, even though he was so close to the temptation that Blaine's blood meant to him. He could have killed Blaine right there and drank all of his blood, but he chose to just leave.

Why did everything have to be so confusing?


Kurt watched the hunter drag Bill to the trunk of his car. Poor Bill, he thought, and wondered what they were going to do to him. He couldn't take his eyes off the hunter, though. The smell of his blood was still strong to him. Kurt had never felt better. That man's presence felt so comforting and good. He almost couldn't control himself anymore. His mind was screaming at him to just go over there and drink all of his delicious blood, to suck until the very last drop. He wouldn't questions his own actions back in the warehouse. Not now, now he had a plan. A plan that hopefully, would make everything end well.

He watched the hunter get in the car with his... girlfriend, he guessed. Kurt watched them talk for a while, and kept hidden as they looked around to see if anyone was following them. The man looked a lot more worried than her, and Kurt wondered if she knew about this whole situation. He wondered if she knew that her boyfriend had just been saved by a vampire.


"So, same time next week?" Blaine turned to Santana with a smile as he parked in front of her building.

Santana let out a laugh. "You think you're so funny." She got serious then. "Cooper is going to be really mad at you."

"He's always mad anyway," Blaine shrugged.

"Seriously, though... I'm sorry." Santana said softly. "I was the one that suggested that just the two of us could take that vampires nest alone."

Blaine smirked. "We did, though."

"Anderson, you almost died." Santana rolled her eyes. "You were lucky to get out of that situation."

Blaine looked away. "Yes. I was lucky. We would both be dead right now." He thought of the vampire again, but pushed those thoughts away quickly. He would have plenty of time to think about that later. He looked at the woman again and bit his lip, looking at her bleeding thigh. "I think you shouldn't be alone tonight."

"I'll be okay, I promise." Santana nodded. "You don't have to worry. I, um, I'm kinda seeing someone." She admitted, looking away. "I'll invite her over, she thinks I'm a cop, so she won't ask too many questions."

"Right. Good." Blaine smiled. "Good for you, San. You deserve a nice girl in your life."

"And you should hurry. Go home and clean that cut, you have a vampire who's tasted your blood somewhere in this city. We don't want him finding you." Santana said, and leaned over to give Blaine a hug.

Blaine hugged back, but his eyes widened. He had forgotten about that. Kurt could still track his blood from miles away. Holy fuck, this wouldn't end well.


Kurt watched the man enter the seemingly abandoned house, looking back over his shoulder the whole time. Kurt was way too far to be seen by the hunter, and he was sure of that because he was human, and humans' senses were weaker. They weren't truly made for hunting, like vampires were. Kurt had followed the hunter with Bill's truck and now he knew where the brothers lived.

He wouldn't be a prey anymore, he thought with a smirk.


And the plot thickens...

Holy crap, I finally finished this chapter! I seriously cannot believe it! Do you have any idea how difficult it is to write a fight scene in another language?!

I hate that Kurt is always getting a hard time in this story, but things will get better for him, I promise. For Blaine too. And yeah, they didn't interact much in this chapter, but what happened was really meaningful for both of them.

Well, I'd like to know what you guys think of this chapter and what you think it's going to happen in this story. I'll say this, there are some hints here in this chapter about a few things that are coming up.
Meanwhile, I'll start writing the next chapter soon, BUT the bad news is that I think I'll only be able to upload it next year because I'll probably be way too busy and I don't want to upload a shitty chapter. But in the meantime, you can ask me questions and I'll always reply.

See you then!