YEY! updating is fun! hope this is better than my first attempt at this chapter. Sorry for the long wait but I just can not type on a kindle :) Not sure when I'll update my other stories, I'll go write a bit now! please review!

Kurt's P.O.V

The wind is bitterly cold against my skin; it surrounds my body like a blanket of ice as I walk through the street, the lights in the lanterns flickering on and off above me. Shaking red fingers curls into a tight fist in my pocket to keep all the heat there is in a small tiny ball in my palms. My body still hasn't adjusted to the dramatic change it's had to go through yet. The quietest of noises is the loudest, the blandest tastes are now too overpowering to cope with and the softest of material now feels rough and nasty, now that I hear, see and feel everything better, It's all a struggle.

My nose twitches slightly at the scent carried in the breeze. It's a bitter but captivating smell; a combination of blood and sweat amongst other things. Tingles of want and need erupt deep inside of my stomach like a bursting water balloon, the smell of human blood is now a permanent fixture on my mind, the way it starts off as a bitter and metallic liquid that numbs your tongue, which then changes into a warm and comforting sweet taste that heightens your senses, making you hear, see, feel better, stronger even. It's addicting, the most addicting substance you can imagine. More so than drugs, alcohol or love. You can never get off of it once you've started, it's always there in the front of your mind, begging for it, needing it, and then getting it.

It's been 5 hours. 5 hours since I left the apartment to get home to my beckoning father, 5 hours since I last saw Blaine, Nick and Jeff, 5 hours since I last kissed my chosen one, 5 hours since I last felt that feeling of warmth and love. But it wasn't 5 hours since my last taste of blood.

I stare down at my hands, the dripping blood still tingling slightly from the life it gave not 10 minutes ago. I should feel guilty, hurt, sad, angry, disappointed, regret, but I don't. I don't even feel the slightest remorse for killing something, someone. I just feel full, contented and happy, I got my fix and that's all I care to think about. I knew him you know, I knew the guy I drained dry. I hated him. He was a filthy lowlife who got off on smashing me against the hardest, sharpest thing he could find. Dumpster tosses were his favourite; he loved seeing the fear in my eyes as he cornered me with nowhere to run. To be honest I can now see why he liked it so much. I adored the feeling of power over him as I had trapped him with nowhere to run. His eyes were wide as tennis balls, fully dilated in terror. His lips quivered as he attempted to say something, but of course he couldn't speak. He was too busy screaming.

The image of the Azimio's lifeless body crumpled in a dirty heap on the floor was now imprinted in my brain. His dull grey eyes looked straight at me, just to prove to me that I had murdered someone. I will never forget the look on his face, or the way it felt, or the screams that bounced off the walls in deserted alley. I know someone is bound to find him, but 'hey' I'm a vampire, and we can't be caught on film or on camera. Neat, huh? This way it will look like he is attacking himself, no wonder it's so incredibly easy for a vampire to feed. So much for Bethans nose spray.

My long walk finally comes to an end when I reach Blaine's apartment. The first thing I notice, even from a distance away, is an unusual scent. I recognize Blaine's sweet cinnamon aroma, it's very faint but still detectible. The thing that worries me is that there is another, darker smell wafting around. Luke.

"Blaine!" My voice sounds high and scratchy; it nearly cracks from the desperation of the shout.

The eerie silence that follows is enough to set me into full panic mode. The hinges of the door squeak and break off from the force of it opening. I immediately scan the place looking for any signs of what has happened. Everything seems as it was, nothing was out of place. I walked further into the room, stepping on something on the floor. It was my jacket I left behind when I rushed off in a panic. Oh God. The smell of Luke is stronger by the doorway indicating he mustn't have gone inside to take Blaine. Blaine. Where is he?

My senses soared at the smell of blood and fear from only a short distance away, the idea I could scent him out so strongly gave me the hope that I would find him, possibly unharmed.

Blaine's P.O.V

The first sign that alerts me to where I am; is a small tingling sensation running down the left side of my face. It feels warm and comforting at the start but as it progresses to my chin it grows sticky, the feeling prickling at my skin, my hands itching to claw at it.

The second sign to where I am is that I cannot move my arm to scratch and the offending cheek, it's stuck. Cold, hard, unrelentless metal binds my wrists to an even heavier object from behind me, which could also be the same thing I've been propped up against like a rag doll. As soon as I realize my hands have been restricted I attempt to move other body parts to see if they're useless too. My arms, legs, hands and feet have all been painfully confined by sharp chains that dig in hard enough to draw blood. I could already smell the dark red substance from some injury I didn't know I had, possibly a head injury as had been throbbing constantly since I woke up.

I had no clue of the time or day anymore, for all I knew I could have been passed out for weeks or months, not that I remembered ever falling into unconsciousness. The last thing I could recall was seeing bins and movement, but even that was bleary and unclear in my head. I wish Kurt never left me, I've not known him a week and yet every minute of not feeling him next to me is torture, now more than ever I feel the need of him here with me.

A quite rustling snaps me from my own thoughts and back into the room to which I am confined into.

"Hello?" I whispered into the pitch black room, hoping desperately that another soul was somewhere in the room, to potentially help me get out of here.

"What!" Came a sharp venomous filled voice. I jumped at the sudden sound in surprise, the jolt sending painful pangs up and down my arms and legs, along with a deep clang of metal on stone sound that vibrated through the whole room. Then, like a trail of dominoes many different voices arose around various points in the room, some in distress and annoyance from being woken and others in obvious concern or confusion.

"Who is it now?"

"Bernard was that you?"

"Eric!"

"Adam!"

A mixture of voices chimed in all at once, the sudden idea of many people in the room gave me the slight hope of escape.

"SHUT IT ALL OF YA! It wasn't any of us; it came from the middle of the room" The sound of the old man's voice was demanding but held a slight fatherly tone to it, it was kind, caring but authorized. It seemed that whoever owned the voice had a major amount of control with whatever was in the room as every other voice fell silent.

"Eww! Your right Dad, I can smell it" A cocky young boy sneered. His opinion followed a chorus of sniffs in the air from all around him. I could feel myself pout when some even made noises of disgust, I could just tell this was something Kurt was comment on as well, and he always smelt so perfect.

"You would smell too if you'd been knocked out cold for God knows how long!" I snapped to the big mouthed child, praying that he too was bound and had no way to beat the crap out of me.

The boy obviously took the hint and didn't bother some snarky remark and kept his mouth shut.

"Who is it Dad?" A high pitched voice asked timidly.

"I don't know Adam, why don't you ask it?" I would have liked whoever had spoken if it were not for the constant calling me 'it'.

Three sharp prods in my left arm and short heavy puffs of warm air on my neck was all I needed to know that there was someone incredibly close to me. "Who are you?" whispered the mystery boy in my ear. He sounded so scared and young, not as cocky and egotistic as his loud mouthed brother.

"My name's Blaine"

"I'm Adam" was the boy's, Adam, reply. His cold shaky hands reached up and gently touched my face; the feeling was warm but cold at the same time. Soon a tingling sensation rippled over my skin, beginning from where he touched it, numbing the area and dulling the pain I'd woken up with to a subtle ache.

"Do you feel better?" Adam caringly asked, his hand never leaving my cheek.

"So much, thank you for whatever you did!"

"Its fine, would you like to get out of these cuffs?" I couldn't help the warm feeling in my chest, this boy was so much like my Kurt, if I could I would hug him.

"If you can"

"I can't but my brother can. Eric! Come over to help Blaine please!"

"Nah"

"...And. why not?" Adam questioned

"Don't like him" Was the arrogant reply.

"Why can you not do it,, why him?" I asked, failing to keep the annoyance out of my voice.

"I can only heal people; he's the one that can destroy objects, well some" He scoffed, moving away to grab a hold of his bad tempered brother to help him. "You best do this Eric, or else I won't fix your nose when Luke hits you next time!" Adam challenges. You could literally hear his smirk of victory as his sibling let out a huff of annoyance and thudded over to where I was to hover behind me. He rested his hand around the metal cuffs round my wrists, quietly muttering under his breath. The strong material began to disintegrate underneath his hand like sand, tiny pieces of the metal scattered on the floor, releasing my hands, then my legs, feet and body.

"Thank you so much. Bothof you!" I exclaimed rubbing my sore wrists. "How did you do that?"

"I dunno, just born with it I guess" Eric replied, his retreating footsteps told me I'd been left alone again.

"How can you walk around in the dark? I asked hesitantly.

Someone moved towards me from my left, I could here them crouching down in front of me slowly. "You can't see?" A high feminine voice asked.

"No"

Suddenly an even softer hand than Adam's covered my eyes, pushing slightly into my eyes. White light then exploded through her fingertips, the change was painful but a relief to finally see where I was. "There now you can see" The woman exclaimed, she took her hand away so I could finally see her. She was a tall pretty woman, her hair hung loosely at her shoulders, in the light I could finally see in she looked golden, her light blue dress glimmering in the crowded room. There must have been about 10 other people in different states of awareness. A guy in the corner looked half dead as he pale skin stood out tremendously with the dark blue walls of the prison. I would have thought he was in fact dead if it wasn't for the gentle and barely there rise and fall of his skinny and bare chest.

"Thank you" I whispered to the women, moving over to the unconscious male. Stripping out of my thin jacket I laid the only article of clothing I was willing to give up over the man.

"Don't get any nearer" Someone whispered frantically. I looked up from the pale man to see a small young boy standing above me.

"Adam?"

"Yes, that's Eric by the door" He said pointing to an almost identical boy, however he seemed bored looking, his entire persona screamed 'I don't give a fuck' I nodded to him, silently thanking him for getting rid of my handcuffs and more. He however rudely looked away, scoffing and muttering under his breath. Meanwhile Adam tutted disapprovingly at his Brother, pulling me back by my thin shirt. I realized that once again he was trying to get me to leave the poor man alone. I pouted slightly as I looked up at Adam's jet black eyes.

"Why can't I go near him?" I wondered "Can't you help him?" Adam just shook his head.

"No" He snapped. "It's a vampire, disgusting creatures. They'll try and kill anything; you're lucky it's this weak and can't even move to feed from you." Adam spat venomously, his voice sounding more and more like his sibling's.

"Why would he feed from me?" My head was spinning with all thoughts of my Kurt, my poor Kurt. How must he be without my blood? What if he was like the man before me?

"You're a human, they drink human blood you dumbass!" Eric laughed, making his way closer to the man on the floor. Adam once again looked at his brother with disgust.

"Eric" He warned. Side eyeing the beautiful woman who'd watched the entire exchange with curiosity. "Deborah, Please get rid of him" Adam begged her. She only laughed and pushed Eric closer to me.

"Why isn't he attacking me then?" I asked Eric, while his brother silently fumed after getting laughed at.

"He's too weak, like Adam said. He hasn't been fed for weeks. We're keeping it that way. Soon he'll perish into dust and go straight to hell where he belongs!" He snarled, his eyes turning jet black like his brothers. Kurt. How can he be so cruel about what my Kurt is. He doesn't even know him.

"But...but...what if there was...I don't know...good vampires?" I stuttered, a surge of worry filled my thoughts as everyone in the room began to laugh mockingly.

"There are none!" Someone shouted.

"They are filthy and kill the innocent!"

"Blood suckers!"

All of them but one began throwing harsh and sick insults around the room, each congratulating the other for the better description, my face dropping into a permanent frown. I felt a pressure on my shoulder and saw the woman smiling gently towards me, her own smile fading as the comments continued to get even more unpleasant and unfair.

"Quiet!" Deborah screamed. "They can be good Blaine, you are right. But why ask that kind of question?" She asked once the room fell silent

"I know one...and...I lo...He's nice" I finished lamely, swallowing thickly as 10 pairs of eyes watched my every move.

"You say that now but he's probably drinking someone dry right as we speak!" Eric snapped, and that did it for me.

Kurt's P.O.V

Even though at this point I no longer had a heart pumping blood around my body, I was sure if I did it would be beating frantically right now. I had texted, called and God knows what else I'd done to get in contact with my Chosen one. Blaine. Where was he? I wiped away the drops of blood from my cheek after my second and even more delicious than the first, meal. He was so old, he probably would die in the next week anyway. Well, that's what I hope, I just want any excuse for making what I did seem better. But I knew nothing could.

First Azimio, now some old homeless guy, what was I becoming. A man dressed in a jeans and a dark grey jumper shouted in suprise at my state of dress.

"Oh my god, young man! Are you ok?" He asked. I nodded tightly, his scent so overpowering it made my mouth water. NO, I am not going to kill him. I desperately rummaged through all of my pockets till I finally found what I was looking for. A small tube filled with a strong mint flavour dulled my senses, instant relief washed over me as I let the man help me to some toilets in a building site.

"What happened?" The man asked his eyes still wide from first seeing me.

I just shrugged. "I got beat up by some old guys in some dodgy alley, they took off as soon as they were finished" I made up. The man looked at me curiously but made no attempt to find out more.

Once I had been successfully cleaned of the blood from the face, arms and legs he finally broke his silence.

"Was it some 'old guys' or was it something else kid?"

"Um...3 guys, why?"

"It's just; I've been hearing about all sorts of attacks and deaths from...well...Vampires?"

"WHAT!" The man jumped back in shock.

"Look I know you won't believe me but, my wife was taken by a vampire months ago, he used to stalk her and me for years." He took out his wallet and showed me a blood stained photo of a younger version of him and a woman with golden coloured hair and a beautiful smile. She looked like my own mother, it hurt.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry" I whispered, fear and guilt consuming me.

"It's not your fault kid, I'm just surprised you haven't freaked out on me, most people did..."

"Look" I interrupted "I might be able to help you, just take this" I quickly scribbled down my number with his pen from his pocket on his handkerchief. "Call me if you need me!" I shouted, running away from the incredibly confused stranger.

After about an hour of walking in random directions all over town I resorted to what I never wanted to do. My phone felt sticky as I punched in the digits, I even struggled to read the screen with the dried blood covering it.

"Hello?" I asked when the person on the other line picked up.

"Kurt? Is that you?"

"Yes"

"What can I do for you?"

"Where is he?"

"Now now Kurt, you know I've got no idea what you are talking about, how about you come round and we can talk a bit more, huh?"

"Where is he?" I snarled through gritted teeth.

"Who, Kurt, who do you want?"

"Don't fuck with me Luke"

"Oooh, feisty, I like it. I'm surprised you can even make a completely coherent sentence having gone so long without your last feed"

"How do you know when I last fed, I thought you were trying to act clueless"

"Well, that got boring"

"Where's Blaine"

"Tell me Kurt, who was it"

"Where is Blaine?"

"Was it someone you knew, does it give you satisfaction knowing what you did?"

"Luke!"

"To know you're a murderer?!"

"WHERE IS BLAINE?!"

Cruel laughter poured out of the speaker like poison. I'm not having any of his shit, just as I was about to hang up he stopped.

"How many people do you even have hidden away, are you trying to make you own clan or something?" Luke took in a sharp intake of air, so loud I could hear it through the phone.

"Tell you what Kurtie, you come give back what's rightfully mine and I'll free your pathetic human, or maybe we could just keep him to feed from".

"How dare you! Why do you want me so bad?"

"Like I said before, you need to come round for a little chat. I promise to tell my future mate everything"

"WHAT! I will never be your mate!" I screamed into the phone before the line went dead. I cursed openly for a good half an hour, not giving a shit about the windows and curtains that shut as I walked by.

I needed to get to my chosen one, if it wasn't just for the pain of being away from him it would be the aching hunger in the pit of my stomach. I would do anything to keep Blaine safe, but I knew nothing about what Luke wanted, I didn't even know where Luke was. As I rounded another corner for the millionth time, my phone beeped in my pocket. There was so much blood on the screen I couldn't even make out the sender, only the text.

34 HUNTINGTON LANE AT 3PM TOMORROW. BE THERE

Blaine's P.O.V

"HE ONLY FEEDS FROM ME!" I screamed, lunging at the frightened child, his eyes returning to its natural shade of green in fear. "How DARE you insult him!" Every single hit I gave him seemed to do him no harm, as if he was made of steal. This angered me even more, and soon my hands were bleeding with the force I was hitting him with.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Kurt's chosen one picking fights with little kids" Came a familiar voice."Oh no, don't stop because of me, I was rather enjoying your pathetic attempts of harming a material. I really have no idea why Kurt chose you over me" Luke sneered at me, his green eyes flashing red.

I let go of the bastard only for him to whack me in the stomach as he scampered away to his brother. I noticed as everyone in the room seemed to cower back in corners of the room, away from Luke who was now making his way further into the room.

"I just had a wonderful little chat with your vampire and it seems your friend Eric was right, couldn't help himself from drinking dry some poor innocent human" Luke laughed whilst Eric said something along the lines of 'I told you so'

"You're not so innocent yourself, huh? Luke?" I retorted, shooting Eric a look of pure hatred before returning a steady glare with my captor.

"Good one. And because of that you all will have no food for the next 3 days!"

"Thanks asshole!" Eric shouted.

"Son, language" Whispered the man that stood behind Adam. He hugged Adam close to his chest as his son shook with fear.

Luke ignored what was going on and stalked past Blaine and Deborah to the nearly dead vampire laying on the floor. "You see, this is what'll happen if you defy me. Poor thing thought he was strong enough to stop me from...well, stuff. Now look at him, fading away as each moment passes"

I couldn't help but picture Kurt's lifeless body laying there instead of this man's, Luke obviously wanted his Kurt for his own, but if he rebelled, and I knew Kurt likes to have things his way, there was a good chance Luke would do the same to him.

"Well this was nice, see you in 3 days!" Luke exclaimed, skipping across the room to the door and slamming it till it looked with a loud defining click.