He was an easy target; it was as if my dinner was walking right to me. I focused my senses on him, he was already bleeding. But also crying as he got closer I saw that he was shaking in sadness. I should have just snuck up on him. Pulled him to a dark corner drained the spark of life he carried, like every other person I've had the pleasure of eating.

I approached him cautiously calling out, "excuse me?" to gain his attention. He looked up at me, "are you alright?" I asked.

He slowed down, under the light of the bakery I saw tears still streaming down his round cheeks and his eyebrow was the source of the blood I smelt earlier.

"I'm fine," he croaked. His voice was jagged and very exhausted.

I got closer to him, "you don't look very fine, do you need help getting home?" I asked.

He turned a pale color then spoke, "I -I." Word failed him seconds before he passed out.

I caught him before he hit the ground, this was my chance, I could eat him and
he won’t even feel a thing. So why, why in god’s name did I scoop him up and take him into my apartment.

I laid him gently on the couch, under artificial light, I saw just how handsome he was. His soften face showed his youth. His cheek we still round though his jaw line was bold and well defined. His right eye was swollen and his eyebrow split from being hit and the curls on his head looked so perfect and well placed, it was like a doll.

I walked to my kitchen and wet a towelette. when I returned wiping his sweet face, His eyes fluttered open it was like I was looking into a treasure chest the way gold and emeralds were sprinkled around his hazel eyes. He blinked again only now he was confused he tried to sit up but I told him not to. “Relax, you fainted, just breath for a minute, what’s your name?”

“Blaine,” he said in a low shaken voice. “Where am I?”

“I’m Kurt, like I said, you fainted and I brought you to my apartment.” I explained. “What happened to you tonight?”

“My…”He took a breath and started crying, “My dad kicked me out.”