It took me longer than I thought to update, but this is a long one that I hope you guys like. Life's been crazy, but I'd just like to say that I will NOT abandon this fic. EVER. For those who follow me on Twitter, you know that I had an issue with this website and I lost half my work in this chapter and had to re-write everything. Ugh! But here it is!
I like this chapter a lot, please let me know what you think after you read it and what you hope for our boys Kurt and Blaine!
Kurt woke up with a loud gasp. Another nightmare. That same terrifying dream of someone calling to him. A soft and familiar voice. He shut his eyes and tried to shake that feeling off. Kurt never gave it too much thought. His life had become a real nightmare anyway, so that was probably the reason why he had such haunting dreams. The vampire checked the time, worried that he was going to be late for class, but soon remembered that it was Saturday. He relaxed a little, but then he remembered that Blaine would be arriving soon.
"Shit..." He hurried out of bed to get ready for the day. Rachel was probably home, and he had to somehow explain to her that her crush from the coffee shop was coming to visit him. He went to the kitchen after he got properly dressed and greeted his roommate. She had already started on breakfast, preparing a vegan meal for them. Kurt sat on the table with her to eat.
"Is everything okay with you?" The girl asked in a quiet voice. Kurt looked up to see her watching him with worried eyes.
"Yes... Yeah, everything's fine. Why do you ask?"
"It's just that-..." Rachel swallowed. "You've been really quiet lately. And angry. It's not like you."
Kurt shook his head as he continued to eat. "It's nothing. I'm okay."
"Look, I know you-"
"Rachel, I'm fine!" Kurt snapped, and then sighed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you, I just... don't want to deal with your questions right now."
"I'm your friend, Kurt. Your best friend." Rachel softly spoke to him. "You can talk to me." He kept quiet just staring at her with a glare, which made her a little upset. "Alright, maybe not now, but I'll always listen."
They kept on eating in silence. Awkward silence. As they finished, Kurt started to take the dishes to the sink. Before she could leave the kitchen, Kurt decided that it would be stupid to push Rachel away. She was his only true friend in that city, and he was already being unfair to her by not telling her that she's literally living with a murderer. He turned to her and called her name softly.
"Rachel, I don't want things to be awkward between us. I will talk about this with you properly someday, I just... can't right now. But I'm still your friend and I still love you." He offered her a smile, which she returned.
"Can I hug you?" The girl stepped closer and he opened his arms. She hugged him tightly, and the vampire was grateful that she hadn't noticed how cold his skin was. If she did, she hadn't said anything. After they pulled away, Kurt spoke first.
"Are you going to stay home this morning?" He asked, and bit his lip.
"Uh..." She checked the time, "no, I actually need to get going. Why?"
Kurt couldn't help but get a little flustered. "Oh, it's nothing... It's just-... A friend of mine is coming over, and-"
Rachel smirked and nodded knowingly. "A friend of yours? Is it a male friend of yours?"
"Yes," Kurt turned around to start washing the dishes... and so he wouldn't have to look directly at her while he spoke. God, this is so embarrassing, Kurt thought. "But it's not like that. He's not even gay."
"You sure?" Rachel raised her eyebrow.
"Oh, definitely." Kurt replied. "I- I think he has a girlfriend..."
"You think?" Rachel's smile turned sad behind him. "Wait, so is that why you're acting so weird and looking so miserable lately? You have a crush on a straight guy again?"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "No, and I do not have a crush on him!"
Rachel chuckled. "Fine. If you say so. And why is he coming here?"
Sometimes Rachel just did not know where to stop with the questions. "He's-..." Kurt let out a sigh, "it's complicated. He's gonna bring me something I need."
"Complicated. Right." Rachel let out another chuckle, and checked the time on the kitchen watch. "Well, I'll be out of your way soon. I'll just change and get my purse."
Kurt tilted his head. "And where are you going?"
"I, uh, got rehearsal with my dance partner." Kurt could hear it in her voice that she had gotten flustered this time. She was nervous for some reason, he realized. "And you'll be happy to know that I won't be back for a few hours, so... you and your friend have the house to yourselves." She smirked, and Kurt rolled his eyes as she walked away.
Kurt was sitting on the couch and reading a fashion magazine when he finally heard a knock on the door. He got up to answer it, quickly checking himself in a mirror first, and when he opened the door there stood Blaine. He looked very tired, like he hadn't slept. But handsome as ever... Kurt pushed that thought away when he noticed the smell coming from the backpack that Blaine had brought.
"Hi. Can I come in?" The hunter spoke, and glanced inside the apartment.
"Oh, uh, sure." Kurt quickly stepped aside so the hunter could enter.
Blaine looked around as he entered the place, Kurt figured he was looking for Rachel.
"My roommate isn't here. It's just us." Kurt told him as he closed the door. "I thought Cooper would be coming with you."
Blaine didn't say anything, he just walked right to the kitchen and placed his backpack on the table. He opened it and took out bags of blood, that made Kurt's mouth water when he saw them.
"I brought six." Blaine said to the vampire, as he put them on the table. "Please, don't drink them all at once. These are really hard to get."
"It's okay. I won't." Kurt nodded, already grabbing one bag and opening it with his teeth. Blaine watched him with a deep frown. "Thank you for this, Blaine. And thank Cooper for me too, okay?"
Right. Cooper.
Cooper had nothing to do with it, in fact, Cooper hated Blaine for going through all the trouble of stealing blood bags for a vampire. No, not a vampire, this specific vampire. Blaine had to research for the perfect donor center, and come with a good plan all alone. He slept only three hours to get everything done. It made things ten times more difficult, but he wanted to prove to his brother that he could do things on his own sometimes. He also wanted his brother to know that he was sorry, and he'd face the consequences of his actions. Cooper had the right to be mad at him, Blaine knew that. He kept replaying that conversation they had in the car, and each time he felt worse.
"You've been lying to me."
"Cooper, I-..." Blaine froze, he quickly tried to figure out how much his brother knew.
Cooper punched the steering wheel. "Blaine, tell me the truth right now!"
"Stop! Why are you saying that?" Blaine shook his head. "I-I don't know what-"
"Don't say you don't know what I'm talking about, or I swear to god..." Cooper was yelling.
"How did you-"
"How did I figure it out? Because I'm not stupid!" Cooper said, narrowing his eyes. "You've never shown any sympathy towards any vampires, and now all of a sudden you hesitate to shoot and practically beg me not to kill this one?" He spit the words out. "I wanted to believe I was just being paranoid, I mean, my little brother would never hide me something like that, would he? It was strange that you were so willing to work with that monster, and you were quick to remove the bullet off his leg, but surely you had a good reason, didn't you? And then... then you made a mistake. Just now, in his room, how did you know his name?"
Blaine held back tears as he looked at his brother. There was no point in lying, not anymore. His brother knew him too well. It was stupid to think that he could hide something like that forever. "I'm sorry." He whispered.
"So it's true?" Cooper breathed out
Blaine wanted to cry. Run away and cry. "Cooper, I'm so sorry."
He thought Cooper would punch him, maybe yell at him again, but instead Cooper just got quiet and looked out the window, tossing his cigarette out. "Why did you do that, Blaine?" He shook his head. "All this time, I've been looking for this vampire like an idiot, trying to save you, but... I guess you have a death wish, or something."
"It's not like that, Coop, please, just listen-"
"Blaine, I can't lose you." Cooper turned to his brother again and Blaine's heart broke. He rarely saw his brother cry. "Can't you see that? I just want you to be safe! How can I keep you safe when you lie to me like that?"
Blaine swallowed hard. "Coop, I know you're mad at me for this, but-... I was never in danger. Yes, I've met him before, but I wasn't being stupid."
"And why didn't you just tell me?" Cooper sniffed. "You could have died, and I never would have found out what happened."
"You'd never let me go after him if I told you. You'd go crazy and torture him." Blaine admitted. "And I couldn't let you do that."
Cooper pressed both palms of his hands against his eyes. "And why did you invite him into our house?! Are you insane? Do you want to get us both killed?" He raised his voice again.
"No, I didn't do that. I swear!" Blaine assured him quickly. "Cooper, he's- there's something about him that we must figure out, he's different. More powerful. He broke into our house without any problem, and he didn't even know it's not possible. We can't just kill him, Cooper, at least not yet, we have to figure out what he is and who turned him!"
Cooper pressed his lips together. "And you couldn't have just told me that? Talked to me? You think I'm just some crazy psychopath, or something? You'd rather betray me to keep some vampire safe?"
"No..." Blaine said softly. "It's... complicated, I'm so sorry, big brother, I'm sorry, I-"
Cooper raised his hand, silently asking Blaine to shut up. He started the car. "I know you think I treat you like a child, but I'd rather do that than lose you. You're all I've got left, and I don't care if I have to kill the most powerful vampire in the universe, if that means that I'll keep you safe." He wiped his tears and stepped on the gas. "You know what, Blaine? You do what you want. Do you want to steal blood for him and be friends with him? Go ahead. Just leave me out of this."
They still haven't spoken to each other.
"Right... Well, it was just me. Cooper didn't feel like helping." The hunter let out a sigh and looked away as the vampire began to sip the blood.
It was actually the first time that Kurt fed without feeling guilty. He hadn't killed anyone this time. It was okay. "Would you like to drink something? Or eat? Rachel made some vegan pancakes..."
"Oh, thank you. I'm good." Blaine cleared his throat, standing awkwardly. "Kinda hard to feel hungry when there're someone literally drinking human blood next to you."
Kurt raised his eyebrow and paused. "I didn't know it would make you feel so uncomfortable... I mean, I get it, you hate vampires, but..."
"It-..." Blaine looked down. "It brings back memories."
Kurt watched him for a moment, and out of respect he closed the bag and put it away. He noticed the sad tone in Blaine's voice, and decided to make himself busy, to give the hunter some space. He needed to think of a way to hide the blood bags from Rachel and refrigerate the bags at the same time. There was no way she wouldn't see them inside the fridge. "Where did you get these? Did you steal them?"
Blaine sighed. "Yeah. I, um... It's been a while since I've last done that, but I've stolen blood bags before, so I'm used to it. We have to steal it from donor centers."
Kurt raised his eyebrows. "You used to do it for that vampire... right? The one you've helped before?"
"Yes." Blaine pressed his lip together. "And a few times when we held a vampire captive for too long. We didn't want it getting crazy-hungry on us."
Kurt nodded slowly. "You know, your life seems very interesting," he said softly, "if we weren't enemies I'd love to hear all about it, but I doubt you'll ever trust me enough to tell me anything."
"Smart." Blaine smirked and walked past the vampire, back to the living room. Kurt followed him quickly.
"You're leaving?" Kurt asked.
Blaine shrugged as he turned to the vampire. "Well, my work here is done, isn't it?"
Kurt glanced back at the blood bags on the table. "Yeah, I guess."
Blaine paused for a moment. "When do you think you'll need more?"
"Um... I don't know. Two weeks? Probably?" Kurt guessed.
"How about I just give you my number and you can text me when you need it?" Blaine suggested.
Kurt took his phone out of his pocket, unlocked it and offered it to the hunter. "Sure, handsome. I'd love to have your number." He smirked, teasing the hunter. Blaine ignored him as he typed his number into Kurt's contacts. Kurt's smile fell, and he let out s sigh. "You know, you don't have to leave."
Blaine glanced up at him and frowned. "Why would I stay?"
"Because..." Kurt shook his head a little. "Because there are things we need to discuss and we're avoiding them. You know that."
Blaine kept his gaze down as he returned Kurt's phone to him. "Kurt, I'm really tired right now..."
"Blaine." Kurt said firmly. "I know you must feel as worried as I am. Maybe just as confused too. I know you won't trust me, but we're in this shit together, whether we like it or not, and we both want to survive. I know that you have to act like a good little brother when your brother is around, but it's just you and me here and we can talk openly about everything that's happened in the last few days. I'm tired too, okay? I'm tired of this. I'm tired of worrying about when's the next time I'll feel hungry, or when are you and your brother going to find me and kill me, or worried about what's happening to my body. It's a fucking nightmare, okay?" The vampire let out a huff and sat down. "So, take a fucking seat. Now."
Blaine obeyed him without a second thought. Kurt honestly felt surprised. He thought the hunter would be a little more reluctant. Weirdly, Blaine seemed surprised at his own reaction too. He looked up at Kurt with a small frown, but nodded. "Fine."
Kurt nodded back. "Tell me everything you know about vampires."
And Blaine did. He told Kurt about how no one really knew when exactly vampires came into existence, but some say they have been here since before homo sapiens. Blaine told him about how most people don't think they're real because there aren't many vampires, and the ones that do exist, don't want to be found. They are vicious creatures, who get stronger as the years go by... and they slowly lose every trace of their humanity. So, they don't really have morals. Maybe because they're practically immortal beings. They don't age, and their bodies are stronger than a human body. They can see better, hear better, run faster, smell better, they regenerate quickly and they can only be hurt by silver objects.
They are driven by the need of human blood and sex. Vampires can have children, but unless both parents are vampires, the child will need to be turned before it becomes a creature. These children actually become stronger vampires faster than the ones who are completely human and gets turned. It's not a common thing for vampires to procreate, though. They prefer to turn people, even kids, and adopt them as their own family.
Being a hunter was more common in the past. They were protectors and they fought against the vampires for many centuries. Eventually, there were so many skillful hunters that the vampires had to hide, if they wanted to survive. But now, being a hunter is practically unheard of, and there's a chance that this incredibly old vampire, that they call The Head, caught up with that fact and is now making his army of vampires. For some reason, he's powerful enough that all the other vampires bow to him, like he's some kind of god. The hunters are the only one who are strong enough to beat this vampire, but they still don't know nothing about the Head, not even his real name. Hunters are usually taught about being a hunter since they're children, and they are aware that they have to give up their own happiness to protect people from getting killed by vampires. But now, less and less people are willing to make that trade.
"Why did you do it?" Kurt interrupted softly.
Blaine was caught off guard and had to pause to process Kurt's question. "Do what?"
"Trade your happiness to become a hunter."
"Oh." Blaine let out a breath, and shrugged weakly. "S-someone has to do it."
"Yeah, but... why you?"
Blaine was quiet then. He was looking everywhere but at Kurt. "I had to. Let's just leave it at that."
"Who taught you to be a hunter? Your parents?"
"Damn it, Kurt!" Blaine snapped. "I don't want to-"
"I saw their picture." Kurt continued, which made Blaine shut up and hold his breath. "Last night at your house, I saw their picture."
"Why the fuck are you bringing this up now?" Blaine said through gritted teeth.
"Because you seemed happy there, but you aren't now." Kurt looked right into his eyes, it was like he could read Blaine completely.
"You're not my fucking therapist." Blaine narrowed his eyes.
"Stop being so fucking defensive, I'm just asking!" Kurt rolled his eyes.
"It's none of your business!" Blaine crossed his arms over his chest.
They were quiet, just glaring at each other for a moment until Kurt finally gave up and broke the silence. "I'm sorry." That made Blaine relax his shoulders and frown curiously. "I'm sorry about breaking into your house and all, I just had to help that vampire. I didn't mean to go through your stuff, or anything. I just saw that picture and you and your family looked so happy. It just made me wonder what happened to you."
"We were." Blaine spoke quietly. "Happy, I mean. But I don't want to talk about what happened, especially not with you."
Kurt nodded slowly. "Fair enough."
"And I still can't explain how you did it." Blaine bit his lip. "You can't enter people's houses like that, it's impossible." The hunter paused. "No vampire that I know of has ever done something like that."
Kurt stood up. It was too much. There was something very wrong with him, he knew that. Was he more powerful? He seemed to be. But what did that mean? And why him? There was nothing different about him, he was just an art student. Just a kid from Ohio with big dreams.
"And listen," Blaine went on, following Kurt with his eyes as the vampire began to pace, "if you've been in my room, you've seen my books, I've been studying about vampires practically my whole life, I've spent a lot more time reading about them ever since our encounter in the warehouse, I've barely been sleeping trying to find explanations, and I just can't seem to... figure you out."
Kurt stopped and looked at Blaine. "I-I'm not sure if that's good, o-or bad."
"Me neither." Blaine replied, "But in my experience, it's smarter to assume that it's bad." He continued to stare at Kurt even when the vampire looked away, "And I have to always keep that in mind. You're a killer, a manipulative killer... and you might be the most dangerous vampire there is."
Kurt felt a lump in his throat. He hated that he couldn't simply drop the matter and accept that those hunters would always see him that way. "I'm not a bad person, you know..."
Blaine offered him a sad smile. "You weren't. I believe you were a genuinely kind, and interesting person. But you got turned, and that's who you are now."
"Fuck that!" Kurt said, frustrated. "I'm still the same person!"
"You've killed people, Kurt." Blaine sighed. "I never met the real Kurt, but I believe he would never do that, and you do. Given the right circumstances, you'd kill me!"
Kurt walked up to the couch, where Blaine sat and sat next to him. "Then why haven't I?" He said, looking right at Blaine, "Tell me, Blaine, if I'm such a monster, why did I save you that day? You were bleeding, scared, and so helpless. It would have been the easiest thing to just walk away. You and that other hunter would die and no one would ever find out I was even there."
Blaine swallowed hard, Kurt's presence intimidating him in a... good way. He wanted the vampire there as much as he wanted away. "I haven't figured that out either." He whispered.
Kurt studied Blaine's features for a long time, the hunter was not looking back. He could tell the hunter was nervous. After Kurt became a vampire, he began to enjoy watching people being intimidated by his presence. It was nice to watch Blaine swallow hard, hear his heartbeat, and Kurt could sense that he was beginning to sweat. It was true, this Kurt was different than the human Kurt, and he could feel himself changing one day at a time. "Or maybe you're right... Maybe I've changed. Still, I'm not as bad as you and your brother think, and I will never be."
Blaine raised his eyebrow. "We'll see."
"I'll prove it to you," Kurt raised his chin, "I'll help you win this war, and I won't hurt anyone in the process. I'll show you that I'm not worse than any human, and you'll let me live in peace."
Blaine turned his head to look at the vampire. "And what happens if you fail?"
Kurt shrugged and smirked, "I don't know. I don't plan on failing."
Blaine couldn't help but chuckle. "Alright, then," he stood up and grabbed his backpack. "I really should go before Rachel gets back." The vampire only nodded and got up too. They walked together to the door, and Blaine waited for Kurt to unlock it. "Text me when you need more, okay?"
"Oh, I'll text you alright." Kurt smiled, as the hunter walked out the door.
Blaine was in his car, two blocks away, thinking back to the entire conversation he just had with the vampire, when the first text came in. He glanced at his phone quickly, thinking that it was a message from his brother, he was surprised to see who it was.
Hi, it's me. Kurt. I need more blood. -K
Kidding! -K
I still got my sense of humour... -K
Anyway, I just wanted to say that I hope we get rid of that bastard because no one deserves to go through what I'm going through -K
And I'm going to prove to you that I'm still me. To you, and to myself. -K
I think it sucks that every time we talk we're arguing about how awful you think I am. I mean, rude! -K
Did that son of a bitch tell you anything about the Head yet? Don't forget that I want to help! -S
I'm more than someone who got turned, you know? -K
You might not believe that I'm on your side, but we're in this war together. -K
Wait, Santana. Blaine stopped the car. With all that had happened, he had completely forgotten to tell her about everything that happened the previous night, and she definitely deserved to know. He decided to call her immediately.
"Hey, San."
"Anderson! Where the hell have you been? I've been calling you all morning." Came her voice through the phone.
Blaine smiled. Even when she was angry, it was good to hear his friend's voice. "Sorry, I haven't checked my phone all day. I just saw your text."
"I'll let that one slide." The woman replied. "So, any new information? I got something to tell you that I think could be important."
The hunter hummed. "You do? I think we should meet up. We really need to talk."
"Oh, that's never good." Santana sighed. "Sure, let's meet up at that same bar that we went last time? Do you remember where it is?"
"Sure." Blaine started the car again. "I'll meet you there."
"See you there, Curls."
They would surely have a long conversation. Before Blaine started to drive he read Kurt's last message.
And I have no one to talk to. Not really. -K
It was strange how much he could relate to the vampire. None of them asked to be in this mess.
After that last message, Kurt decided to stop texting Blaine. He wanted to gain the hunter's trust, but he didn't want to seem desperate. While he was alone, he kept thinking about Blaine. The hunter's life was so sad, and it seemed like he'd been doing it for years. Did he have friends to go out with? Normal friends, who aren't hunters? Did he get to finish high school? Was murder, blood and violence all that he had to talk and think about all day? And since when?
It was a little bit funny, Kurt realized, that they were both trying to figure out each other. Kurt tried to imagine Blaine being a normal person, in a world where vampires weren't real. He had a guitar in his room, so maybe he liked music. What kind of music did he like? And why do I care? Kurt sighed. He cared because Blaine was charming. He seemed really sweet, despite trying to seem so cold all the time, Kurt could see right through him. Kurt remembered that night. The night he first saw Blaine. He would never forget the way Blaine trusted him and held him...
Kurt froze. Someone was getting closer to his apartment, he could hear the footsteps. And that smell...
"No way." Kurt whispered and went to the living room. He stared at the door, waiting and suddenly there was a knock. It was pointless to pretend that he wasn't home, the person behind that door knew he was there. "How did you find me?" He asked, raising his eyebrow.
"My truck has a tracker, you left it just down the street. Just had to follow your smell from there." The older vampire replied.
Kurt went to open the door and there Bill was, looking completely healed from the previous night. "Good to see you."
"Good to see you too, Kurt, the nobody. Can I come in?"
Kurt nodded, and stepped aside so the other vampire could enter, but Bill simply stared at him with a frown. "Oh! Right! I have to say it, right?" He asked, nervously. "Um, you can come in."
Bill chuckled and finally entered the apartment. He sniffed the air and tilted his head, looking back at Kurt. "A human lives here?"
"Yes, my best friend." Kurt replied as he closed the door. "She doesn't know I'm a vampire, though."
"I bet she doesn't, or she would never want to live here with you," Bill laughed, but Kurt didn't.
The younger vampire nervously looked down at his hands. It was strange to see Bill there. He was working with hunters now, and it would be best if Bill stayed as far away as possible. "It's good to see that you're okay."
"I'm great. I'm glad that you survived yesterday too." Bill nodded, "So, what happened after I got away?"
Kurt swallowed nervously. It would be easy to tell him the truth and ask him to help him kill the hunters, so he could finally forget about this mess. But he had already picked a side in this war. He couldn't let anyone go after the brothers, they didn't deserve it. And who was he kidding? This mess would never be over. "I- um, I managed to escape. I found a place to hide, and they never even saw me there. They left to try to find you, and that's when I ran."
Bill let out a long sigh. "So they're still alive?"
Kurt paused. "Why are you here, Bill? Do you need your keys back? It's in my room, I can go get them."
"No. I do want my keys back, but that's not why I'm here." The man cleared his throat, and sat on the couch to make himself comfortable. "I'm here to talk business."
"Business?" Kurt frowned.
Bill nodded. "Look, kid, I need a new nest. Those damn hunters killed everyone that night. I was the only one left."
Kurt pressed his lips together. "I'm so sorry..."
"It's fine." Bill assured him quickly, "I got lucky, and it's all thanks to you that I'm still alive. I already got permission from the Head to start my own nest."
"Wait," Kurt widened his eyes, "Y-you know the Head?"
Bill chuckled softly, "The Head's representatives, I mean." He explained.
"Oh..."
"Yes, anyway..." Bill went on, "I was wondering if you'd like to join my new nest. The representatives were kind to me, and said they'd find us a nice place to live, protected from the hunters. They're impressed... I told them what you did to help me, and they thought you were really brave. They even offered us a good job."
Kurt frowned, maybe he could use Bill to get a little more information. "What kind of job?"
"I didn't get it very well, but we'd be working in some kind of... hospital?" Bill shrugged. "I don't know."
"Hospital?" Kurt frowned deeper, that didn't make any sense. He had to inform Blaine immediately.
"Yeah, I didn't get it either, but who cares? We'd get paid to just help them around, they'd pay us with blood bags." Bill smiled, "Come on, Kurt. You could move out of here, it would be best for your friend..."
Kurt had to sit down and think. Yes, this would be a good way to start working as an insider. Blaine and Cooper would definitely approve and get started with the plan. No one would suspect a thing, since Kurt was just some random vampire that was offered a job. However, Bill was a good guy, and Kurt couldn't betray him like that. If he and Kurt start working together, the hunters would find Bill and kill him before the vampire ruined their plans. Kurt couldn't let Bill die because of him, not after the way that man had helped him at the warehouse, and was now being kind enough to offer him a nice job. "I can't." He replied, finally.
Bill's smile fell. "Why not?"
Kurt shook his head, "I don't want to be apart of any of this. I'm just an art student, who happens to be a vampire. I want to move on with my life."
"Kurt, this is a really good opportunity..."
"I know, and I'm flattered that you came to me with that offer, but I just can't." Kurt looked down.
"No matter how much you deny it, you're still a vampire, Kurt." Bill said seriously, "If you come with me, you won't be alone anymore. You'll be protected."
Kurt paused. "I'm okay. Really. I can't join any nests or work for anyone, I just can't."
Bill let out a sigh and shook his head. "Well, your loss. I guess you're not ready yet, but one day I bet you'll change your mind. Will you at least help me to kill the hunters?"
"What?" Kurt widened his eyes, before he stopped himself. "K-kill the hunters?"
"Yeah. Don't you remember where they live?" Bill asked.
Kurt could almost feel his palms sweating. "I, um... Bill, like I said, I don't want to be any part of this, I can't help you."
"Kurt, come on, they're hunters!" Bill frowned. "They tortured me."
"They're strong," Kurt tried to argue. "They'll kill you if you go back there."
"Not if you help me. You're stronger than you look, I know you are. They wouldn't stand a chance against us!"
"I'm sorry, but I can't help you." Kurt stood up. "I'll go get your keys." He practically ran out of the room and went to his bedroom. He almost wanted to cry. When he finally thought that his life was going to be okay this vampire entered his apartment asking him to kill the same hunters he forcefully worked for. His head was a mess. No matter what side he picked, someone was going to get killed. Unfortunately, he'd have to warn Blaine about Bill and hope for the best. He was scared of what he would do if Bill hurt Blaine. Kurt found the keys inside one of his drawers and went back to the living room when he felt more calm. When he got there, he found Bill writing something down in a piece of paper. "What are you doing?"
Bill replied, without looking up. "This is my number, kid. You can call me if you change your mind about not being apart of this."
Kurt pressed his lips together. "Sure, I guess." He gave him back his keys.
"You are a strange vampire, Kurt, the nobody." Bill narrowed his eyes.
Kurt avoided his eyes and shrugged. "I've been told." Bill turned away to leave, but Kurt stopped him with a question. "Hey, answer me something before you go?"
Bill turned back around and nodded. "What, kid?"
"What is the Head's goal?"
"The Head's goal?"
"Yes," Kurt bit his lip, "Why kill or turn every human like that?"
Bill seemed to think about what Kurt was saying for a while, but the he let out a chuckle. "You don't think the Head's right in doing so?"
Kurt shrugged, "I'm honestly just trying to understand."
Bill nodded a little. "Well, kid... The Head does it because that's how nature is. There's the prey... and the predators," He pointed at both of them, "We all feel bad about the prey, but we know that's just how the world works. We've been here for a long time, and humans have always been our prey. It would be wonderful if things were different, but they aren't. We are stronger, faster, I'd say we're smarter too. We're better. We deserve to be on the top of the food chain, not humans. They are the ones who are supposed to be hiding, not us."
Kurt let all that sink in before he spoke again, "I guess I don't see us as predators. I see us more like a disease, or a virus that kills humans."
Bill raised his eyebrow. "They kill us too, kid, don't forget that."
Blaine quickly found the woman sitting alone at a table near the bar. She was sipping her drink and looking down at her phone. He was glad to see that she already seemed a lot better from the night at the warehouse. She was wearing make up to cover the bruises on her face. Hunters were used to that. Their bodies were used to constantly having a bruise, or a cut to heal. The woman looked up and smiled at Blaine.
The hunter walked up to her table. "Sit down, Curls." Santana grinned. "Wow, you look like shit."
"Thanks, San." Blaine glared at her while he sat down, but he was smiling. "Good to see you too."
"How's the shoulder?" Santana asked, while motioning for the waiter to bring two more drinks to her table.
"Better." Blaine nodded, glancing at his shoulder. "I've been taking good care of it."
"Good, I want us back in action in no time." She smirked. "That's how we win this."
Blaine sighed. "I just want it to be over." The waiter came over and Blaine shook his head, "I'm not drinking right now. I'm driving."
"Well, I'll drink for the both of us. Leave the bottle." She smiled to the waiter, and after he left she turned to Blaine again. "Let's cut to the chase. What is it that we need to talk about?"
After a sigh, Blaine decided to tell her everything. He asked her to not interrupt him and started to tell her everything. He told her about finding the vampire named Kurt at a coffee shop, then he told her about what truly happened at the warehouse. She didn't show any reaction when he finished telling her that they survived that night thanks to a vampire. Blaine finally told her about the previous night. He told her that Kurt had somehow broken into their house without any problem to rescue his friend. Blaine swallowed hard and told her that the vampire they were torturing had escaped.
"Wait, what?" She finally interrupted him. "Please, tell me he's dead."
Blaine was quiet.
"Blaine, that vampire has tasted my blood!" Santana exclaimed with worried eyes. "Tell me right now, Blaine, is he dead?"
The male hunter closed his eyes and shook his head. "I'm sorry, we don't know where he is."
Santana let out a gasp and put her head on her hands. "Fuck..."
"We should have killed him, but were getting so close..." Blaine pressed his lips together. "Santana, I promise you that I'll find this vampire and kill him."
Santana was quiet. She finally moved to sip her drink. "Don't blame yourself. We'll find him," she swallowed. Blaine could see right through her: she was scared.
"Kurt will help us find him."
She looked up again. "What?"
"We chased him after he helped the other vampire escape." Blaine told her. "Cooper and I found him after he attacked a man in an alley. Long story short, instead of killing him, I've convinced my brother to make him work for us. We're using him, he'll work for us as an insider."
Blaine didn't remember ever seeing Santana so shocked. "Did your brother fall and hit his head?!" She exclaimed.
"No, Cooper is not happy with all this, but..." Blaine sighed, "He agreed."
"So now what?" Santana asked, curiously. "You're friends with this vampire?"
"No." Blaine said quickly. Too quickly, which made Santana raise an eyebrow. "We're not friends." He insisted.
Santana blinked. "Then why do you keep going after him trying to figure him out? Why not just kill him if he's such a threat?"
Blaine had to stop to think for a second. "I think he's too interesting. To be honest, San, I can't stop thinking about him," he admitted, finally.
The woman smirked, taking another sip of her drink. "Is he hot?"
"Santana," Blaine rolled his eyes, "It has nothing to do with how attractive he is."
"But is he?" She raised her eyebrow.
Blaine bit his lip, and finally nodded. "Y-yeah. He is." As the girl began to chuckle, Blaine quickly started to speak again. "When I said that I can't stop thinking about him, I didn't mean it like that, he's a vampire! I just think that it's best that we find out exactly how strong he is, and how he got so strong."
"Yeah, he's a vampire," Santana shrugged, "but he's still a guy. A hot guy. It's okay if you decide that you want to get into his pants."
Blaine made a face. "I'd never do that with a vampire."
"You sound just like your brother," Santana rolled her eyes, "too extremist."
Blaine let out a sigh. He looked away, trying to organize his thoughts. Santana had a point, but he wasn't thinking about Kurt just because he was beautiful. It was much more than that. "I guess that he is doing something to me. I can't explain, but... it's like everything I've ever thought about vampires is suddenly being questioned. I- I don't see a monster when I look at him. I see someone not too different from me, actually." He looked at her again, she looked like she was deep in thought. Maybe she understands, Blaine wondered.
"Just be careful, okay, Curls?" The Latina woman spoke softly.
Blaine simply nodded. They were silent for a minute, and suddenly Santana reached for her phone. "I have an info for you, remember?"
The other hunter tilted his head. "What is it?"
Santana moved closer to Blaine. "I've been talking to Arthur, he mentioned something interesting to me, and I went to investigate. About three years ago, several doctors who worked on the same research laboratory disappeared. Not all at once, but they all have been reported missing at some point. Eight different people. They were gone for a little over a month before they returned home. All of them had some lame excuse to their families: they were kidnapped, but escaped; they needed to get away from everything for a while; they were on a secret mission for the government; they were abducted by aliens... that kind of thing."
"Weird, but why is that relevant to us?"
"Hang on," She huffed, showing him a picture of a laboratory building. "This is a different building. It was abandoned, but about a year ago, someone bought this place and renovated it. It's sketchy as fuck, no one knows exactly what goes on inside this place, but..." She looked up at Blaine. "Guess who works there?"
"The same doctors who disappeared."
"Exactly!" Santana cheered. "They all quit their job, and technically they are all unemployed, but they're actually working in this place." She swiped to the next picture. It was a man entering his car in front of that building. "Arthur found out about this because a hunter sent him this picture and asked him to find out who this guy was. It took Arthur a while, but he figured out the whole thing. And you know why that hunter sent him that pic? Because someone from that building contacted him and wanted to meet up with him for no apparent reason. They never contacted the hunter again after he told Arthur everything."
Blaine frowned. "Okay, you got my attention, but..." he shrugged. "It could be just a drug thing."
"It could be. But I did my own little research and found out that before that building was bought, there were some cases of vampires attacking around the area, like most areas in New York, nothing out of the ordinary, but after? None. At all." she pursed her lips, "We have to find out what goes on inside this place. This is all too suspicious."
"I agree," Blaine bit his lip. "But our goal right now is finding the Head. I don't know if I should just go investigate some random building."
Santana sighed. "How do you know this has nothing to do with the Head?"
"I think I should try to find the vampire who bit you first, and then I'll worry about that building." Blaine decided. "Making sure you're safe is more important."
"Fine," Santana finished her drink. "But I'm not letting this go."
Blaine smiled. "I didn't think you would."
The vampire walked down the street to his truck. He was annoyed, but didn't let it show. Bill guessed that Kurt could be watching him through the window at his apartment. He knew the younger vampire didn't trust him yet. His white truck was waiting for him, and he opened it with his keys. He couldn't even believe that he was in his truck again, he thought he'd never leave the hunters' house alive. After he sat down in the driver's seat, he grabbed his mobile phone and made a call, letting out a frustrated sigh. One of his hands turned into a fist as he remembered the hunters.
"Hello, Bill." Said the female voice through the phone. "Hope you have good news for us."
"Sorry to disappoint, but not really." Bill replied.
"Did you find him?" The informant asked, her voice not showing any emotion.
"Yes." The vampire sighed, "I told him what you asked me to, but he said he doesn't want to be apart of this." He explained. "If you want, I can use violence and force him to come with me. I can bring him to you right now."
"No. Do not use force." The voice said quickly. "Let him come to us by choice. That's what the Head wants."
"That guy is stubborn, though."
"We know." The informant seemed to be smiling. "Did you leave him your number, like we instructed?"
"I did."
"Then your work is done for now." She said nicely. "Well done, Mr. Jensen."
"Thank you." Bill started the car. "You can call me again if the Head needs anything else. In the meantime, I'll be dealing with some personal issues." He hung up the phone before the woman replied. He had rage in his eyes as he stared at the road. Bill didn't know exactly where to start, but he had to start somewhere. It was time to get his revenge and kill some hunters.
The hunter got home and opened the door with a sigh. It was quiet, but he knew Cooper was home. He had to be. His brother was angry at him, but Blaine knew he still cared. Cooper would be waiting for him to return home safe. The younger hunter climbed up the stairs of the abandoned house that they've been calling home for a few months and patiently walked to his room. Before he got there, though, he stopped in front of his brother's room. The door was partially opened, and Blaine could barely see his brother, but the man seemed to be working on something on his desk. Blaine could only see him from behind, so he wasn't able to see Cooper's expression, but he was sure that his brother had heard him climb up the stairs.
"Coop." He called softly, his brother didn't reply or stop what he was doing. After a moment of silence, Blaine went on. "I'm home, okay? I'll be in my room." The younger brother waited a few more seconds, hoping his brother would finally talk to him, but Cooper's only response was to grab the bottle of whisky that was on his desk and drink from it.
Blaine sighed and continued to walk to his bedroom. He closed the door as he entered. He took a long look around, and for some reason he remembered his old room back in Ohio. This one was nothing like that cozy bedroom where he used to spend most of his days. He felt safe there, and this one was the closest thing that he had now, but it wasn't enough. He walked up to his guitar, not feeling like playing it, like he hadn't for months. He just touched it lightly, to remember how it felt like under his fingertips. Blaine decided that he needed to sleep. There was so much to think about, but he was exhausted.
The hunter sat down on his not-so-comfortable bed, and took of his shoes before he laid down. He turned off the lights, and decided to check his phone. Without thinking too much about it, he decided to send a reply to Kurt.
Me neither. -B
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