Happy new years, everybody! This chapter is a long one and I hope you enjoy it, I had a good time writing it. Thanks everyone who's been reading and reviewing this story so far. You're all awesome! :)


CHAPTER FIVE

"We're gonna be late!"

Kurt knocked on Rachel's door again - more like banged. The girl entered her room to answer the phone an hour ago and still hadn't left.

The vampire noticed that something was different with him that morning. Something inside him was making him angrier, more stressed. He could feel it: the hunger was coming again. The last time he fed was four days ago when he killed that girl. That was a crazy night...

He barely remembered getting home the next morning when he woke up, then in a few moments it all came back to him, the strongest memory was the smell. That sweet, sweet smell. Kurt didn't know that blood could smell so much better than it already did... But it was more than that. Something else had happened the night before, when he smelled the hunter's blood, but he couldn't find an explanation.

It was difficult for him, going through all that alone. He could understand why vampires stuck together, like the ones in that nest. Figuring this out alone was not an easy job, especially for Kurt who wanted to keep living his life as if he was still human. He just wished he had someone to talk to, so he wouldn't need to wake up every day and be scared of his own body.

The morning after that night was the scariest. He felt drained after feeling so powerful. His fangs just wouldn't retract back into place, he felt like his body was on fire, even his eyes burned. Something dark was living inside him, in his blood, and taking over his whole body. That morning, he could feel it, it was almost like it was alive, and it was growing. He felt like the true monster he was. And above all, he felt lust. It was strong and undeniable. He had never felt that much need in his life, he just needed to fuck like his life depended on it. His cock was so hard in his pants that it ached .He had read that vampires were more sexually driven than humans, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly and with so much force. Just when he thought his body was done surprising him..

Kurt couldn't stay still in the bed. He desperately needed to come, so he tugged his pants down and without hesitation his hand wrapped around his cock before he began to masturbate. It was hard to keep quiet. He had to bury his face in his pillow to muffle the sounds he was making. It had been the most intense orgasm of his life. It took him a few minutes to recover, and when he did his body turned back to normal too. His fangs retracted and he finally could leave his room and rush to the bathroom to clean himself up. That experience excited him as he thought about all the intense orgasms he was still going to have from now on. Another perk of being a vampire.

The events of the previous night were playing in his head again. He had to come up with a plan to attack the brothers, and he could not fuck that up. After the younger hunter entered the house with Bill, he watched the house for a few minutes before he started the car and left the area.

Kurt thought about his decision to save him. In retrospect, he remembered feeling the need to interfere and kill whoever hurt the curly haired man. It was stronger than his own need to protect himself. It was like that man belonged to him in some weird, twisted way. He was his prey. Kurt was not willing to share his beautiful prey.

However, he didn't want to hurt his prey either. Not yet, at least. Some part of him knew that waiting was better. He was going to do this right and leave no loose ends. Then, if he was lucky, he would get to savor that sweet blood without hesitation or fear. It was going to be all his. All he had to do was come up with a good plan.

Four days later, he still had no plan. Kurt couldn't even decide what he wanted out of this. Did he want the brothers dead? Well, he surely wanted the older one out of the picture, but dead? Planning someone's death was different than having to kill because he was hungry. It felt worse. And he had mixed feelings about killing the younger hunter. Kurt didn't know if he had intended to do it, but that hunter had saved him. However, he did not want to deal with hunters again. He knew the man would come looking for revenge if his older brother got killed, no matter how merciful he might have been in the past. And what would happen if he ever smelt his blood again? He was scared to think of the possibilities. And there was something else that Kurt was having trouble to understand... something inside him didn't want the man to die. It was almost protective, he wanted his prey alive. He was scared that when the time came, he wouldn't be able to end the hunter's life.

Another reason why it was so hard to come up with a plan was that he knew those hunters were not easy to fight. He had seen one of them in action, and even though he was human, he was very skilled and well trained. He'd probably been doing it his whole life. And Kurt was one little month-old vampire who was still trying to figure out his body and had no idea how hunters worked. They were very smart. They usually had to out-smart the vampires if they wanted to live. The brothers were more than capable of taking him down.

"Rachel, for fuck's sake!" Kurt yelled again and the girl finally left her room, rolling her eyes.

"What is up with you lately, Kurt?" The girl walked past him to grab her coat. "Couldn't you just wait a few minutes?"

"No, I could not." Kurt glared. "We're late!"

"I was on the phone! It was important." She glared.

"You're getting an awful lot of 'important phone calls' lately..." Kurt raised his eyebrow.

"We should go." Rachel checked the time and groaned. "You're right, we're late, but that's not a good enough reason to bang on my door and yell at me like that!" She sighed. "Damn it, no time for coffee."

Kurt and Rachel left their apartment and headed for NYADA. Kurt was actually glad they didn't have to go to the coffee shop, he didn't need the caffeine anyway. Every day since that night he had come up with excuses for them not to go to there again. He knew it was silly, the hunter already knew where he studied, but he just wanted to avoid the man as much as possible. The hunter had given him a week, so he had to come up with some kind of plan before that, he didn't doubt the hunter wouldn't go through with his plan.

That morning was uneventful, except for some lash outs that Kurt had had. Even talking back to his teachers, something every NYADA students wouldn't dare to do. He just wasn't in the mood to deal with unfair criticism. What was really bothering him was that he felt the hunger starting to grow. He had another day, or maybe two, before he had to kill again. That thought depressed him. When he was killing, sure, it felt good, but the next day he had to deal with the regret and self hate. He had to deal with the memory of his victim begging for mercy. Sometimes he wished those hunters would just kill him already. Maybe they were right, he deserved to die...

No, not those thoughts again. He had fought against them his entire high school years, and now he deserved to be happy. He deserved to live. Things were just... not easy now. Or ever.

After yelling at his teacher in his acting class, he decided he could use a time out. He had to go to the bathroom, splash some water on his face and focus. He would not ruin his reputation at NYADA just because of some silly vampire mood swing.

"You're stronger than this, Kurt Hummel. Get your shit together." He muttered to himself as he entered the bathroom. The farthest one that was usually empty.

He checked the stalls and sighed in relief. There was no one there. He would not have to worry about anyone judging him if he had a break down and smashed a mirror or something.

Kurt stared at himself in the mirror for a minute, looking intently for every change he could notice in his body since he changed. There was none. He felt different, and his body worked differently, but looked the same. The only thing that was visibly different were his scars, they had all disappeared and his skin looked certainly better. Regenerated.

He turned on the tap and put his hand under the water. It was strange, he could feel the water, but it didn't feel cold or warm. His own skin was cold, he knew that. He didn't feel it himself, but humans could feel it. That, and the retractable fangs were what gave a vampire away. Hunters usually touched a person's skin to feel if it's cold when they're not sure if someone's a vampire or not.

He heard someone coming closer and entering the bathroom. Kurt rolled his eyes, pretending to wash his hands and hoping that whoever that was would just do their business and go away. But when he looked in the mirror and saw who it was, his eyes widened, he knew that person wouldn't just go away.

"You said one week." Kurt turned off the tap, but didn't turn to look directly at the hunter.

"I know what I said." The man replied, turning to lock the door.

Kurt swallowed hard and turned around, his fangs coming out.


Blaine saw the fangs and almost regretted coming to that place. If he ended up getting himself killed or hurt again, Cooper would never forgive him for being so stupid. And Cooper was right. He was so stupid. He had followed the vampire in that school all day, waiting for an opportunity to catch him alone. Meanwhile, Cooper was at the house searching for that same vampire staring back at Blaine in that moment. After seeing Blaine so hurt Cooper decided to take it out on someone, and was reminded of the danger that Blaine was still in because of the cut in his bleeding shoulder. He was obsessed again. For the last few days, he could not stop talking about figuring out a way to get to the vampire. It was either that or telling Blaine over and over that he was forbidden to go out hunting with Santana again, which Blaine knew wasn't true. Cooper couldn't control him that much.

His brother was getting close, though. He had searched around the area where Blaine had been attacked and deduced that the vampire was probably a college student who had gone missing recently. Sometimes when people went missing it meant that they simply had gotten turned and went off to a nest. Luckily for Kurt, Cooper hadn't thought of asking anything about the 'vampire who attacked my little brother' to the vampire they were holding captive, because the nest where that vampire lived was too far from where Blaine was attacked. Also, because Cooper was busier asking him about the Head.

However, Cooper had searched all the college campuses around the area, and it turned out that NYADA was one of the four. It was only a matter of time before his brother went to investigate.

"I'm not here to kill you." Blaine said honestly, raising his hand. "I'm not going to attack you, unless you attack me first."

Kurt stared at him, his face unreadable. For some reason, he believed Blaine and his fangs went back to normal. He turned back around and looked in the mirror as he styled his hair. "You finally got a hair cut."

Blaine moved closer and leaned against the sink, crossing his arms. He was dressing differently too, no longer wearing that leather jacket and a V neck shirt. He was wearing a simple pair of jeans and a red polo shirt. It made him look younger. He also had finally shaved. Kurt approved that look. "Yeah. Every student here seem to care a lot about how they look. I had to blend in."

Kurt snorted. "Sure. You're totally blending in with those bruises on your face and neck."

Blaine didn't reply, he was only staring at him and Kurt found it deeply unnerving. Kurt could swear that he could feel himself sweating, even though vampires did not sweat. "You're a brave little fighter... Coming here, still hurt from the other night, and locking yourself up with a killer like me without your big brother to come and save y-"

"You should be thankful." Blaine interrupted him with a firm voice. "He's looking for you and he's getting close."

"You came all the way here just to warn me? That's cute." Kurt smirked, while Blaine clenched his jaw.

"I came here to talk." Blaine admitted, simply.

Kurt actually laughed. "To talk?"

"I just-..." Blaine let out a breath and his head sagged down. Kurt wondered what went on inside that clearly troubled mind. For a moment, he saw that the hunter was just as lost as he was. "I need answers. I need... something!"

Tell me about it, Kurt thought. "Well, you're not getting any answers from me. Why don't you ask your brother?"

"Will everyone just stop bringing up my brother?!" Blaine snapped. "Everything I do, or say, someone has to bring him up like I'm a child who constantly needs his approval!"

Kurt raised his eyebrows at the outburst.

"I just have to figure things out for myself." Blaine started to pace, walking back and forth as he bit his bottom lip.

Kurt thought he looked cute, all worked up, but he still wasn't sure what the man was looking for there. Answers? What answers could Kurt possibly give him? What answers could that man possibly need? He was a hunter, who knew a hell of a lot more than Kurt and he was still lost.

"Why did you do it?" Blaine asked suddenly, not able to hold it back anymore.

"Do what?" Kurt muttered.

"You know what I'm talking about." Blaine stepped closer. Too close. Kurt could hear his heartbeat this whole time. It was faster now. "Why did you keep me alive?" The man asked, barely above a whisper.

"Why did you keep me alive?" Kurt searched for the answer in the man's eyes.

Blaine swallowed hard before answering. "I didn't even see you there, I didn't save you on purpose."

"You know what I'm talking about. You've had several opportunities to kill me, and you still haven't." Kurt searched harder, his blue eyes stared deeply into the worried hazel eyes that belonged to the hunter.

That made Blaine look away, looking into the vampire's eyes was too much. It was like the man could read into his soul. "I just-... I felt bad for you, I guess."

Kurt snorted and shook his head. "I don't need your sympathy. You're going to kill me in a few days. Giving me an extra week to live? Well, that's a nice way to show how much you feel bad for me."

"I just want you to understand that I didn't choose this! What other choice do I have? It's either you or me, it's either you or several innocent people!" Blaine raised his voice, pointing at himself. "I didn't choose this life, I didn't choose to have to deal with these decisions!"

"And you think I chose this?!" Kurt laughed sarcastically.

Blaine let out a long sigh. "Look, I didn't come here for this, Kurt."

Kurt was surprised to hear his name. He had only heard the hunter say it once, and something inside him enjoyed hearing the man say it.

"I came here because I needed to talk to you." Blaine went on. "Because I've never seen a vampire acting the way you did and you... intrigued me. I couldn't stop thinking about that night, trying to figure out what happened and I just can't understand."

Kurt smirked and stepped closer to him, making the hunter step back. "Can't get me out of your head, huh?" The vampire bit back a laugh. The other man looked clearly uncomfortable, avoiding Kurt's eyes and tensing up his body. Kurt usually didn't have that kind of attitude. Before he got turned, he could never make a flirty comment like that without blushing like crazy. He liked that he could do it now, and most of all, he liked getting that hunter all worked up because a gay guy was hitting on him. Straight guys were so fragile. He decided to reach out and touch the man's arm lightly, just to see his reaction.

When Kurt's cold skin came in contact with Blaine's, the hunter gasped softly and pulled back. He shook his head and nervously turned to walk to the door. "I can't believe I actually thought I could come here and have a serious conversation with a vampire..."

"Hey, come on, you don't have to leave." Kurt grabbed his arm then, to keep him from going away, but the hunter quickly pulled it away. "Look, I want answers too. I'm a lot more confused than you are, going through this alone."

Blaine turned back around to look at Kurt, trying to figure out if the vampire was being honest or just playing with him.

"You want to talk? Let's talk. I won't bite." Kurt winked. Wow, seriously, where was that attitude coming from?

"And if you did, I'd kill you." Blaine narrowed his eyes.

"Oh, a threat. That's a nice way to start a conversation." Kurt leaned back against the sink. "Okay, let's make a deal. I answer your questions, if you answer mine."

Blaine frowned, and wondered if it was worth it. "I'm not used to making deals with vampires."

"It's only fair, and I'll be completely honest." Kurt raised his hands up.

Blaine let out a long sigh. "Fine."

Kurt smiled. Finally, he was going to find out more about all this, and from a reliable source. "Me first. Is there any way I can go back to being human?"

Blaine bit his lip. "No, not that I know of."

Kurt's smile fell, so did his shoulders. His last little bit of hope had been crushed. "Oh. Okay. Your turn."

"Why did you save me?" Blaine asked again. "Why did you just walk away instead of drinking all of my blood, I know you wanted to. How did you do that?"

The vampire turned quiet as he thought about that night and the man in front of him didn't say anything, patiently waiting for the answer. He didn't have a right answer yet, because he didn't fully understand either. Kurt thought back of that night. He remember hearing the hunter scream while that vampire hurt him... then that strong entrancing smell. He could even feel it now. He could still hear the hunter's heartbeat and was reminded of that delicious blood pumping inside. Kurt turned away to face the mirror, looking down at the sink, that way he wouldn't have to look at the hunter as a strong feeling hit him. Possessiveness. He held himself back. "Because I was scared of that other hunter and also your brother. He could find me and get his revenge." He swallowed hard after the lie. "What are my weaknesses? What can get me killed?" He went on quickly, like nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

Blaine watched Kurt in the mirror. "Uh... Silver. Anything made of silver can hurt you, as if you were human. Other objects will pierce your skin and all but you won't feel pain. A silver bullet in your heart or brain will paralyze you completely. But the only way to kill you is to cut your head off. It doesn't have to be a blade made of silver, just simply cutting off the head will do. You can also die of starvation, but that's incredibly hard because you'll become almost unstoppable when hungry enough, some studies showed that even when paralyzed, a vampire will regenerate enough to become active so it won't die. And it takes months for a vampire to die of starvation."

Kurt didn't speak or move while he listened to Blaine. He only blinked.

"What were you doing there that night?" It was Blaine's turn.

"Some vampires attacked me and kidnapped me because I was hunting in their territory." Kurt replied and without missing a beat, asked his question. "How do territories work?"

"That only exists here in New York and some other big cities. Some nests take over a territory and they're responsible for it. They can't kill too much so they won't raise any suspicions and they protect each other. It's sort of like a gang." Blaine explained, surprised that the vampire didn't even know about that. He was truly alone. "Why do you still study here? Why do you still pretend that you're human?"

"What am I suppose to do? Hide? Join a nest?" Kurt shrugged and sighed. "I'm still the same person. I have the same likes and dislikes. I still love fashion, Broadway and singing, I'm still me. I didn't plan to come to New York and become a vampire I planned to come here and become a star." He replied honestly. "I'm not going to let this get in the way of that. I'm not."

Blaine blinked and looked down. "Fair enough."

"Why did you become a hunter?" Kurt saw Blaine close himself off. His jaw clenched and unconsciously tried to look stronger and more confident than he actually was.

"I didn't agree to answer personal questions." Blaine replied, in a lower voice.

Kurt raised his eyebrow and turned around again. "Oh, really? I don't remember hearing you say that before, but whatever. I just want to understand how someone can decide to become a murderer."

"A murderer?" Blaine laughed bitterly. "I'm the murderer?"

"Sure, I kill people too." Kurt shrugged, "but I didn't choose to do it. I have no choice, I can't control my body if I starve."

"I have no choice either. I'm killing to-"

"To protect people. Right." Kurt let out a chuckle. "You tell that to yourself so you can sleep at night, but you're still a killer. A killer who chose to become a killer."

"You can't compare killing a vampire to killing a human being!"

"We can't help it! We have no control over it!"

"Then why didn't you kill me? Why did you save me?!" Blaine yelled.

"Because you're mine! Your blood belongs to me. You're mine, and only I have the right to take away your life." That feeling was back again. Kurt closed his eyes. That heartbeat...

Blaine was taken aback. That statement had both scared him, and strangely made him feel safe. Wanted and protected. He had never met a vampire like Kurt. Something was off about him. When a vampire bites into a human, tastes its blood, and that human somehow gets away, the human's blood becomes irresistible to that vampire, and they will go after the victim if they ever smell their blood again, but this was completely different. They didn't want the person to belong to them, they simply wanted to taste their blood because it somehow tasted a lot better than others to them.

"I'm not yours." Blaine said in a whisper.

Kurt kept his eyes shut and swallowed hard. Blaine could tell there was a fight for control going on inside Kurt and when the vampire finally opened his eyes, Blaine almost reached for his knife inside his bag, but Kurt seemed calm again. Contained. "You had just saved me. It wouldn't be right."

"Why did your eyes turn red?"

"What?" Kurt frowned in surprise, quickly looking at the mirror.

"Your eyes turned red." Blaine repeated. "When you looked at me that night. How did you do that?"

"My eyes didn't turn red, that's not possible." Kurt turned to Blaine again.

"They did. I saw it." Blaine nodded. "I've never seen that before."

"Aren't you suppose to know about this stuff?! What kind of hunter are you?" Kurt said angrily. "I've only been a vampire for a month, I don't know about any of this!"

"I've seen many, many vampires in my life. None of them could turn their eyes red." Blaine frowned.

"Neither can I. And if that happened, I didn't do it on purpose, I can't even control my body most of the time." Kurt crossed his arms around his own body. He was becoming scared, not even the hunter could explain everything to him.

"Who turned you?" Blaine asked, he didn't even care who's turn it was anymore. It didn't matter anymore.

"I don't know!" Kurt shook his head, he didn't like thinking about the night he got turned. "I just escaped and ran. I don't know any vampires, you killed the only vampire that was remotely nice to me." He said, remembering Bill.

"He's not dead yet, but I guess I could ask him about your eyes." Blaine frowned. "He probably doesn't know about it, he's not very old."

"Bill is alive?" Kurt asked, hopeful.

Blaine looked up at him and his frown deepened. Perhaps he had said too much. The vampire wouldn't like to know that Cooper had plans for that vampire. Plans to torture him. They had talked to the vampire briefly and found out he actually knows how to get to the Head.

"Yes," he answered simply. "Did you follow me home that night?"

"I don't remember." Kurt lied for the second time since they started that conversation. "I don't even remember going home after I left the warehouse, for some reason, so don't worry. If I did, I don't remember how to get there." He wanted to ask more about that feeling he had had the morning after. The strong burning sensation and that lust, but not only was he embarrassed to ask, but he was also scared of the answer. He didn't want the hunter to tell him that he was even more of a freak.

"I'm not sure if I believe you, but I'll have to accept that answer." Blaine sighed. "I know you won't break in, anyway..."

"Are you still going to kill me?" Kurt asked, his voice was small and he just hoped...

Blaine kept quiet. He honestly didn't know what to say. Part of him was screaming that there was no way he could let that vampire live. He was different, which meant he could be way more dangerous than any other vampire. Even if he wasn't more dangerous, he was still a vampire. A creature he had been taught to hate his whole life. A creature who had tasted his blood. But part of him didn't want to. At all. Kurt was the most interesting creature he'd ever met. He wanted to find out more.

Blaine opened his mouth to answer Kurt, but they both jumped at the noise of the doorknob turning up and down. Someone was trying to get in the restroom. They stayed quiet until they heard the person curse and walk away.

"I should go." Blaine shook his head and walked to the door. This time Kurt wouldn't do anything to stop him. The hunter unlocked the door and grabbed the doorknob. "To answer your question," he paused, "I think that when the time comes, I'll have to do it. I'll have no choice."

Kurt didn't reply. There was nothing else he could say to the man that would make him change his mind.


Kurt actually hoped that things would end well for him and the hunter. He wanted to figure out a way so that both of them could live, but if he ever had to kill the hunter in order to survive, he would not hesitate. Now, the older hunter, he was a bigger problem. From what he had heard, the man would not back off easily, so he had to come up with a very good plan if he wanted to convince him to let him live. Or just gather the courage to kill him already. He just needed to figure out a way to keep that hunter out of his life. Bill was alive, that was good news. The hunters were probably keeping him in their house, and god knows what they were doing to him. Kurt blamed it on himself. He had saved the hunter who hurt Bill, and he felt like it was his duty to rescue the vampire.

Which is why he was standing outside the vampire hunters' house the day after he'd talked to the curly haired hunter.

Kurt had watched the house from afar for hours before he approached it. He had seen both of them walk in and out of the house at different times of the day. The older, scarier brother usually pointed at his little brother a lot as he talked, which Kurt thought was weird. The younger brother kept very quiet and clearly uncomfortable as he listened to his brother. There was only one time that he laughed at something his brother had said. From where Kurt was, he was able to hear it. It was a nice laugh. Kurt noticed how the hunter didn't move his right arm much. His shoulder was still hurting, Kurt deduced.

When it was dark, the brothers left the house again. They weren't carrying a lot of weapons, each just carried a gun in their holders. With silver bullets, of course. Kurt guessed they weren't going out for a hunt, so they wouldn't take long.

Time for action. Kurt decided to move and break into the house. He made sure to follow the brothers' footsteps on the way to the house. He didn't want to risk falling into one of their traps. He easily broke the lock and opened the door, closing it behind him. He was surprised at how easy it was, actually. They were vampire hunters, weren't they scared that a vampire would break into their house and kill them in their sleep? He turned on the lights. That place was disgusting. No furniture, except for a broken coffee table and an armchair, it was poorly lit, there was dust everywhere, empty bottles, cigarette buds... Kurt made a face and entered further into the house.

He didn't want to make too much noise, so he moved slowly. The brothers weren't there but maybe they had some kind of alarm, or some kind of monitor. Bill was probably paralyzed, if not dead, so there was no point calling out to him. Kurt would have to look for him and he couldn't even be sure if he was still there. Kurt went to the kitchen first. It was an even bigger mess, but Bill was not there. He turned away quickly when he saw blood on the floor. Judging by the smell, it was vampire blood. He decided to climb up the stairs. When he was up there, he entered the first room. There were so many clothes scattered around the floor - which to Kurt was a crime - and so many empty bottles of beer that he gave up entering there. He was sure he wouldn't be able to walk in there without tripping on something.

The next room he entered was not messy, only a little. The bed wasn't made, and the room had dust everywhere too, but there weren't any clothes on the floor, there was only a bottle of whiskey. He saw some bandages and figured that it was the younger hunter's room. He stepped inside as he looked around. Kurt wondered how it all began for the man. How he had chosen to live a life like this. Was he happy? Probably not. He was surprise to see a guitar there. The instrument was old and had a lot of stickers, which made Kurt think that the hunter had it for years, maybe ever since he was a kid, because there was a 'Little Mermaid' sticker. On a table there were several books. Most of them were scientific books, about vampires and the studies that had been done to them in the past, but there were romance books too. He chuckled when he saw a copy of 'Dracula'.

Next to the books, there was a framed picture of a family. He carefully grabbed it and looked at it closely. He could recognize both hunters there. The taller, older one seemed to be laughing in the picture. He was a lot younger, probably in his early twenties. The man was very attractive in that picture, Kurt had to admit.

The younger brother was standing next to the woman that Kurt assumed was his mother. He had both his arms wrapped around her and a big smile. He seemed to be about twelve years old. His curly hair was gelled back and he was wearing a bowtie, which made Kurt chuckle. The parents were both smiling too. The woman was very beautiful, she had wavy brown hair and blue eyes, like the older hunter. The father looked a lot like the youngest son and he was holding his wife close to him.

Kurt wondered where their parents were now. Were they hunters too? They didn't look like hunters... He put the picture back and decided to not waste any more time. He left the room and decided to look for a basement before leaving. If Bill wasn't anywhere in the house then he probably had been killed.

There was a door under the stairs that led to a basement. Kurt turned the lights on and went down the stairs slowly. He let out a breath when he saw Bill. The man had been chained to a chair and had a knife stuck in his chest to paralyze him. Kurt moved quickly then, wanting to free him as soon as possible.

That was a mistake. There was a trap that set off an alarm in the last step, but Kurt didn't know it yet. Only the hunters who now knew that someone had broken into their house.


"Bill!" Kurt called, holding the knife he had just pulled out of the vampire's chest. "Bill, it's me. It's Kurt."

The vampire wasn't moving at first. Kurt watched impatiently until the man started to blink.

"It's okay now, the hunters are not home." Kurt assured him.

"K-Kurt?" Bill asked in whisper.

"Yeah, remember me? That vampire from the warehouse..." Kurt reminded him.

"I remember you. The nobody." Bill coughed.

"Yes, the nobody," Kurt nodded.

Bill was breathing heavily, waiting for his body to heal. "What... what are you doing here? How the hell did you get in?"

"I came to get you out of here." Kurt looked back up the stairs, trying to hear if the hunters were back. "We don't have much time, we need to leave right now."

Bill wondered why Kurt cared enough to come rescue him, but didn't question. He also wondered how Kurt managed to enter that house, but he would ask that question later. He got up from the chair when he felt a little better and nodded. He was still very much hurt. That taller hunter had spent hours making him suffer. It would take a while for him to fully recover.

Fuck. Kurt and Bill heard an engine. A car was quickly approaching the house. Kurt had to figure something out, and fast. No one was supposed to get killed that night. He was just supposed to rescue Bill.

"You'll have run as fast as you can, I'll stay here and slow them down." Kurt told him.

"Kurt, I can stay and help."

"No," Kurt shook his head quickly. "Go upstairs, find a way out of the house and just run."

"No, Kurt, I'll stay and help. They killed my nest and tortured me, I'm not leaving you behind and I'm getting my revenge!"

Kurt was growing more desperate. Things were getting completely out of control and he had to fix it. He closed his eyes and he felt something inside of him shifting. Something more powerful than him, but that was also part of him. He opened his eyes and looked at Bill, who looked more confused than ever.

"Go. Now." Kurt firmly said.

"Yes." Bill said before he could stop himself. Kurt reminded him of his old boss, the difference was that Kurt was only a month old, and his boss was a century old, but not even his boss had made him follow an order like that. It was like every single of cell of his body needed to do exactly as Kurt told. And that's what he did.

Kurt stayed behind, in the basement, forcing himself to come up with a plan.


"He didn't escape, it's not possible!" Cooper got out of the car with an worried frown. "Did someone break in? Another hunter, maybe?"

"I don't know." Blaine replied quietly, already pulling out his gun. His thoughts went to Kurt. It was too much of a coincidence for someone to break into the house at the same week that Kurt had possibly followed him home. But Kurt shouldn't be able to break into people's houses. "Maybe the alarm went off on its own."

"I don't think so. Be careful." Cooper tried the door and gave him an worried look. Someone had broken the lock. He put his finger on his lips, telling Blaine to be quiet and motioned for them to enter the house. Both brothers holding their guns tightly. The light's were on. They hadn't left it like that. Cooper went into the kitchen, but Blaine decided to go straight to the basement, where the alarm had been set off and sent an alert to their phones. The door was wide open.

Blaine stood in front of the door and swallowed nervously. He tried to see if someone was downstairs, but he couldn't see much from up there.

"Hey," Cooper whispered, coming up from behind him, "can you see anyone?"

Blaine shook his head no, then Cooper nodded for him to enter first. Blaine took the first step, his hands sweating a little as he held up the gun. They both went as quiet and slow as possible. When they were halfway down the stairs, they could see that the chair was empty and the vampire was nowhere to be seen. The knife that had been stuck to his heart was on the floor and so were the chains.

Cooper let out a groan behind Blaine and walked past him. He went to the knife and picked it up. "I must have missed his heart and he escaped." He put his gun back in the gun holder.

Blaine still wasn't convinced that that was it. Something was not right and he felt like he was being watched. "But still, he shouldn't be strong enough to get out of these chains," he spoke as he continued his way down the stairs.

"You're right." Cooper frowned, "We should go after him. He can't be strong already, he won't be too far."

Blaine nodded, climbing down the last step before he felt two strong - very strong - arms grabbing him. Before he could even react, there was a pair of cold hands wrapped around his neck and his back hit the wall with great force, taking the breath out of him and making him drop his weapon. When Kurt was confident that the hunter couldn't move, he turned to the older brother and smirked. "I want us to make a deal."


Cooper had already taken out his gun and was pointing it at the vampire. He knew it was a vampire because of the fangs, but he was very confused. That vampire shouldn't be able to be there, inside their house, and he was pretty sure that both Blaine and himself would never let a vampire in. But now there it was, holding his little brother against a wall with both hands ready to break his neck. But wait a minute - He knew that vampire! It was that recent-turned that had attacked Blaine. He was filled with rage.

"I don't make deals with monsters." Cooper clenched his jaw, aiming at the vampire's head.

Blaine gasped for air, trying to escape the vampire's grasp, but the creature was too strong and he couldn't breathe properly.

"Just listen, I-" Kurt started.

"Let my brother go right now!" Cooper yelled, he was shaking with both anger and fear.

"Put the gun down!" Kurt said firmly.

"Oh, I'm going to have so much fun torturing you just for hurting my brother." Cooper glared. "I've been looking for you, you know."

"Put the gun down and hear me out or I'll break your precious brother's neck." Kurt raised his voice with confidence, pressing Blaine harder against the wall.

"Cooper, please-" Blaine said in a small voice, looking at his brother with pleading eyes. Cooper glanced at him and decided to drop the weapon. He knew the vampire could break the vampire's neck easily and he wouldn't be able to shoot him fast enough to stop him. He would never forgive himself if that happened. He slowly put the gun down in front of him and took three steps back.

"Good job... Cooper." Kurt loosened his grip on Blaine's neck, but still holding him in place against the wall.

"How the fuck did you get in house?" Cooper asked, anger still in his voice.

Kurt frowned. I broke in, isn't that obvious? "You don't worry about that. I won't come back again if we make a deal right now." He said casually at the older man. "I hear you're still looking for me and I can't have that. I want you both to leave me alone. Let me be and I won't bother you ever again."

Cooper glared. "And let you keep killing innocent people? No, thanks."

"Alright, then." Kurt let out a sigh as he pulled Blaine in front of him and pressed his fangs against Blaine's neck, not really biting him. He didn't want to hurt him, and god knows what would happen if he tasted his blood, he just needed the other hunter to back off. It was enough to make the hunter in his arms whimper and close his eyes.

"Alright! Alright! Fuck!" Cooper yelled and raised his hands. "J-just let him go. I won't go after you."

"See? It wasn't that hard." Kurt smirked with confidence again.

"Let him go!" Cooper narrowed his eyes.

"You better keep that promise." Kurt said seriously and began to walk with Blaine to the bottom of the stairs. "'Cause if you don't, I won't be this nice to your little brother the next time."

The vampire tossed Blaine to Cooper, who quickly moved to grab him and make sure he was okay. Kurt moved fast, he was out of the room before Cooper even caught Blaine.

"You okay?" Cooper asked, pulling Blaine up on his feet.

Blaine nodded quickly. "I'm fine," he coughed, "just my shoulder..."

"Do you have the keys? Let's go!" Cooper grabbed his gun and rushed up the stairs.

Blaine had no choice but to follow him. "Cooper, wait! You made a deal." He argued, grabbing his brother's arm when he was close enough, and making him turn around.

Cooper looked at Blaine as if he was crazy. "Are you insane!? He'll find us again! I'm not risking it," he exlaimed, ignoring his brother.

"Stop, Cooper!" Blaine insisted. "He's stronger now. He'll kill you if you follow him."

"I've killed vampires ten times stronger than him," Cooper said. "C'mon, we can still catch up to him and we're wasting time!"

"No. We made a deal." Blaine shook his head.

Cooper laughed. "You actually thought we made a deal with a bloodsucker?" he asked Blaine, surprised.

"I just don't want him coming after me. Okay?" Blaine replied, nervously looking out the door.

"That's why we have to end him now!" Cooper said, like it was the most obvious thing. "Don't be a weak baby!"

"If he wasn't serious about leaving us alone, don't you think he would have killed us already?"

"Whatever, Blaine... I don't know what's gotten into you. I'm going by myself," Cooper said and before Blaine could reply, he had left the house.

Again, Blaine could only follow him as his older brother ran to the car.


"The Head's not here." The vampire informed him. "But we just passed on the information you have given us. The Head decided that you won't be joining a new nest."

Bill let out a long disappointed sigh, ready to stand up and leave. "Is that all? Am I supposed to just leave?"

Even not fully healed, he could still run fast, so when Bill finally got far enough into the city, and made sure no one was following him, he went straight to talk to the Head's informants. They had a nightclub in the city that was just a facade. They took him to an office, where two informants were working. Bill knew that he had to tell someone about Kurt, that vampire seemed too powerful for his age and no one seemed to know about him. His nest had been finished, so he also needed to ask them to send him to a new one. Hopefully, he'd get stronger and then finally get his revenge and kill those hunters.

Both informants looked at each other. "We have a very important job for you, actually."

Bill furrowed his eyebrows. He didn't think the information would be that important.

"You told us his name is Kurt, right?"

"Yes. His name is Kurt, I remember." Bill nodded.

"Well, then. We think he is Kurt Hummel. We need to you earn his trust and bring him to the Head without him knowing." The female vampire told him. "The Head has big plans for him."


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