Time is such a strange thing. It comes too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity. And those who have lost their love time stands still. Seven months passed with a heart aching dullness. I lost myself after Rachel's banishment, after Quinn's murder. The time changed me for the worse, I was numb.
I spend most of my time remembering my life before. If I stayed human I'd be graduating this month. If I wasn't a monster I'd be living in New York, or Paris, London, even Rome. But things change. People change. I changed.
I settled in Chicago met some other 'orphan' vampires that took me in without question. I lived in a Covet of 5 there were Marley and Ryder, the happy oldest couple, being 65 made them the oldest but not quite the wisest. That was Hunter, he was change by a 1000 year old vampire but that vampire was killed leaving Hunter to fend for himself. He was 40. Then came the 'teenagers' Joe 14, he never talk to me I disgust him I guess. I'm not even a year old and my maker threw me out to fend for myself. Then there was Alexia she was 16, and the whole reason I was in the covet. She was so sweet, reminded me of Rachel but she didn't hate me after I good what I did to Quinn.
I didn't tell any of them I was a ripper. That was my secret to keep. I kept to myself mostly I didn't want them to hate me the way Rachel and Kurt do.
Instead of ripping people to shreds, I hunt in the woods, eating animal, though it broke my human side, was the safest thing for the people around me. A mutilated deer never makes the news like a mutilated human. This was who I had become. A monster hiding in the dark running away from my past...

He smelt so good, I need to leave. I can't have him. Not a sip, not a lick, not even sniff. I have to stay away from the Batista no matter how delicious he smelt. I stood there for another ten minutes looking at him. Its time to go. I told myself a million times before I actually left.
I went to the house, hoping to just hide in my room like any other night but Ryder and Marley were sitting on the couch watching TV.
"How was your day Blaine?" Marley asked me as I got to the stairs, I turned and shrugged.
"It was fine," I said shyly.
"You've been checking out the Batista again haven't you. I can smell the coffee on your cloths." Ryder looked at me and grinned. "Ask him out already."
"I can't." What an understatement. "I'm not strong enough yet." and I never will be.
"Then stop eating Bambi and come hunt with me." Hunter said from above me. I looked up at him as he descended the stares.
"I really can't do that." I said growing nervous. this happened once a week, they try to get me to hunt and to go with them. I cant ever explain why, I just decline.
"Why? Its been 5 month since you lived with us and not once have you gone hunting as a family." Marley said, that word made my stomach turn. what was a family? I tried to kill mine, I successfully killed my father and my best friend, tried to kill my brother.
"I just don't want to hurt anyone." I muttered. "I'm going to get cleaned up." I ran upstairs before anyone said anything else.
I sat on my bed staring out the window wondering what everyone was doing. Rachel was probably watching or acting in a Broadway play. Kurt, I'm sure he is back in school, he loved learning he promised we both would go to college so I'm sure that's where he went.
I wonder if he thinks about me the way I do him. His face when he saw what I did to Quinn haunts my dreams. and Rachel sobs replay in my head anytime i hear someone sniffle.
The worse by far was remembering Quinn's screams. the way she fought me and yelled for help. I wish i blacked out, woke up and saw what I did. but I remember every second of it. Every second I wanted to stop but nothing in my body would let me. It was like I was possess. I saw what I was doing, I tasted her sweet blood, and I heard her beg for me to stop. but I couldn't. I wouldn't stop until I had every last drop.
the door slammed shut pulling me from my memories as I heard Alexia come in, "where's Blaine?" She asked who ever was downstairs. "I bumped into one of his friends."
I stood up and smelt the air, it couldn't be.
I ran down the stairs and saw him.
"Kurt?"