Kurt blinked his eyes open to the sound of a knock on the door. He glanced sideways at his clock, this was it, he knew it. He was now seventeen, those people at the door were here for him, to take him away. He felt like a black and white photograph, drifting away into the distance of history. Kurt hadn't been taken away yet but he already felt degraded, used and broken. He got up from the bed to walk towards his door, he slipped his head out to hear the soft voice of his step-mum and an unknown, mysterious voice. He could not bring himself to really listen to much of the conversation, he only heard some words such as 'Wait' or 'Please'. Why did Carol have to say those words? He had told her not to, in fact he had told everyone not to.  He now felt like a flightless bird, struggling to gain the courage he needed to move. He Pulled his case with much courage and grabbed his duffle bag from the corner and gave one last look at his room, he smiled and rubbed his forehead. It was now or never. He pulled on his boots over his sweat pants and rearranged his jumper so it wasn't hanging over his shoulder. With one last glance he walked out of his room shutting the door softly, trying not to disturb the guests downstairs. Wouldn't want them thinking i'm doing a runner. 

He carefully stepped down each stair, clutching his duffle bag close to his heart while he held his suitcase in the other. Once he had gotten to the last stair his eyes connected with one of the two men in black overalls, the man's eyes widened; almost as if he was confused. He glanced at the other man, he seemed to have to same dazed expression. But why? He was about to speak but the first man decided to speak before him. 

''Unusual.'' It was now Kurt's turn to be confused. ''What do you mean?'' asked Burt who was just as confused.

''Well most of them kick and scream for us to leave them alone. They don't usually come down all ready with the expression that they are not going to fight, unless you are going to fight son?'' Kurt could not figure out why the men were being so nice to him, weren't they supposed to be mean and cruel?

''No i'm not going to struggle. I kind of had the same impression sir. Aren't you guys supposed to be... how do i put this, um-'' He was cut off by the man on the right side.

''Cruel? No son were not cruel. Just because we take teens away doesn't mean that we are horrible people. I have kids of my own, i do. One who is a destined slave, mark and everything. Me and my partner are just confused to why you aren't struggling.''

''Well i don't see the point in struggling, its not going to change anything. I'm still going to get taken away aren't i?''

''Yes you are, i'm sorry son. That you have to put up with this.''

'' I have been preparing myself for weeks, for what you men are going to do to me.'' It was now the other man to speak.

''Oh no son! We just collect them you see. We take them to the slave house. It's just sometimes we have to be a bit rather rough with some of them.''

''Oh. I don't suppose you know what happen's over there?'' 

''Its.. Horrid. All you hear in there is screaming and signs of struggle and violence are all over the place. Screams can be heard from two roads away. We are only aloud to place the slaves at the gate, we are not aloud to go into the main area.'' The man sighed.

''I take it the suitcase is your clothes and the other bag you have is your private items?'' Kurt nodded softly and half smiled.

''Okay well i'll just take your case and put it in the van's front and you can keep your bag. We don't have to search it. The people at them slave house's don't touch your bag either, it's a strict law but you probably already knew that.'' The blonde haired man walked over to Kurt and took the case from him, giving him a look that says 'sorry'. He walked out the door to the van. Kurt looked over to where Carol was sitting with Finn and Burt. He walked over and hugged each of them whispering into their ears. ''We will see each other again. I Promise.'' They all smiled with tears running down their cheeks. ''Don't cry please.'' It didn't stop them from crying but it calmed them in a way. Kurt held his bag firmly in his hands when turning round to the dark haired man who was taller than the other. 

''Son my name is Roger and the one outside is called Henderson. You seem like a very nice boy son and i'm sorry this is happening to you.'' He nodded and walked with the man out the door towards the van. The street was deserted, well it was only 1:00am. Kurt had been trying desperately to keep his feelings and worries at bay, however this wasn't as easy as he thought it would be.The one called Henderson was already in the van starting the ignition. He jumped slightly when the hand of Roger landed on his shoulder, turning his head round he caught the sympathetic look Roger's face carried.

''Just let the bad feelings go. Just shut yourself off in this place son. It will not make the process any easier but it will take some of the pain away.'' Kurt sniffled as a tear ran down his face, he turned back to the house frowning before wiping the tear away and walking towards the van some more. He gave one last look to his family who were crying but had soft smiles on their faces, as did Kurt. Roger opened the back doors of the van and motioned for Kurt to get in. Still holding his duffle bag he sniffled and walked to stand next to Roger. He sat his bag next to his case inside the small space and blinked back a few tears. He was going to be taken now, away from his family. The hurt and pain were catching up on him. He gave one last wave and mouthed 'I Love you.' to his family who returned the gesture, climbing in and sitting on the cold floor of the space he looked up at Roger who had a pathetic expression on his face. 'I'm Sorry.' he mouthed before shutting the doors one by one. There were no windows, he could not see his family anymore. He startled when the slide splitting the cabin from the van opened to reveal Henderson and Roger.

''It will take a long time to get to where were going. You might want to get in some sleep before you arrive, you wont be getting much sleep where you're going.''

''Henderson!  Stop being so blunt, Here you go son.'' Roger handed him a squared cotton blanket and a pillow. He always smiled at his pet name he had gained from him. 'Son' was a comforting name.

''Thanks. Uhm. Do you know how long it will be exactly?'' 

''Were not supposed to say but they cant hear us i suppose. Its round about 8 hours, could be 9. Depends on traffic.'' Kurt's eyes widened, was he really going that far.

''That long? Where exactly is this place. You don't need to give me a address, just whereabouts.'' Henderson opened his mouth in hesitation. 

''Okay we will tell you... but you cant tell anyone. Its about an hour or 2 away from a place called 'Demonic' you will be placed in a high class supernatural auction, so you will be bought by a supernatural being who is well respected.''

''Demonic.'' Kurt repeated the name of the place softly.

''What kind of things live there?'' Roger looked at him and smirked.

''It's in the name son.''

Kurt gave a confused look before realisation hit him. 'Demon-ic.' Demon. Demon's. So they really do exist. People from school had mentioned demon ghost stories, Kurt had refused to believe such garbage but not it had hit him right in the pride. They were in fact real.

''Oh. Well i guess i better get some rest.'' Roger smiled and nodded before sliding the metal covering over so he could no longer see them and continued the drive. Kurt sighed, rearranging the blanket so it covered him fully and lay his head down onto the soft pillow and shutting his eyes. 

Blaine's eyes flickered open to the sound of a soft knock on the door, he groaned rubbing his still tired eyes. Demons could brighten their moods but Blaine did not feel like it today. He raised his upper body off the bed and slapped his face a few times. He growled when speaking.

''Enter.'' The door opened ridiculously slow. Ash popped her head round the door and blinked.

''Sorry Sir but Lord Sebastian Smythe of Westerville will be arriving in a few hours. Would you like me to pick out some clothes and get Ronda to bring some breakfast down, what do you fancy today?'' Ash smiled. She was always in a good mood. It puzzled him why she was so happy when she had to work for 'him' of all people. 

''Super. Can't wait for him to be here. Yes please, nothing too dressy just maybe a Shirt, black dress pants and a thin black fold over collared jacket blazer. Shoes can be anything. Yes do send Ronda and just some toast would be fine.'' She reopened the door to whisper something to one of the other servants before closing the door and making her way over to the clothing area. She pulled out a crystal white shirt, black buttoned trousers with suspenders, the jacket blazer Blaine had requested and black brogues with a white buckle. She brought the clothes over to Blaine.

''Will you be eating first or dressing first?'' Blaine was going to say dress first but he could dirty his clothes if he got something on them.

''Eat first but stay with me. I could use a normal conversation for once.'' She smiled and placed the clothes neatly onto the ottoman near the foot of the bed. She brushed a strand of hair into a kirbie near her bun and smiled yet again as Blaine motioned for her to sit down. She carefully sat on the chair next to the bed, crossing her legs.

''So what did you want to talk about exactly Blaine?''

''I don't know. What about my rules for my slave. Getting them planned out could be better.'' She frowned but pulled out her small notepad and pen to write down rules for Blaine.

''You dont need to do that but i suppose it would be better to have the rules somewhere. Well a number one rule would be to stay by my side or by yours, i don't want him wandering off and getting in trouble with any other demons. Two would be that he will not back chat me or sass anyone important, that includes you Ash. If he does however sass and piss me off i shall have him over my knee as fast as he can think, unless another punishment is in order it shall be a spanking. I'll go easy on him the first week but when it get's to next Sunday's Ball i expect him to behave and to not show me up. I can't afford to be called weak anymore, i am going to become stronger and be more strict on this community. Too many things are happening that i cant control.'' Ash had kept her head down writing through out the time Blaine had been speaking, she had been frowning every time Blaine had opened his mouth. She was bought for Blaine by his mother and she knew what these places were like, punishment seemed harsh for what the boy would have to go through before he got here. She didn't like to back chat Blaine, it always ended up with him being angry for a while but she had only done it once. He had ignored her but maybe just maybe Blaine would listen for once. She decided against it. For now. A soft knock at the door startled her and Blaine. She stood up and walked away from the chair to the door, opening it  delicately to reveal Ronda with a tray of toast, butter, jam and a mug of blood. She winced, Demons had to be fed blood every week for their devilish nature and today Blaine had asked for a mug to keep his strength for Smythe's visit. He would not be needing blood when his slave comes, the boy will need to supply the source for his master. She dimly took the tray out of the servants hands and murmured a soft 'thank you'. After shutting the door she walked back to Blaine placing the tray on the bedside table. Blaine smiled and took a piece of toast covered in bittersweet jam, taking a bite.

''I see you brought the blood. What type is it today?'' He gave her a dry look. Not in a mean way, its just sometimes the servants would mix up the blood types and Blaine resented that.

''I believe its O negative.'' Blaine's frown turned into a blossoming smile.

''Great. I don't mind O negative but i prefer AB, however that is very rare. Not came across an AB human for a long time now. Hopefully my slave will be AB.'' Ash smiled, that would be something to look out for.

''I have a relatively good type of slave to look for.''

''Oh have you now. So Ash 'Venus' Compton what do you have in mind?'' She simply smirked and blushed when Blaine had used her full name.

''Well i have in my mind a rather thin boy, AB for your needs, small built but with slight muscles, Light skin that is like Porcelain. Of course i have taken into account all the requests you have made, someone either tall or small and vulnerable.'' He cupped Ash's face and gave a dashing expression that made her giggle.

''Sounds great. When do you plan on leaving?''

''I was going to stay today incase you got angry with Lord Smythe and possibly go on Saturday when Sir Nick and his beloved slave Jeff have arrived.''

''Yes that would be delightful. I wont be needing much service when those two arrive. Nick will keep Jeff in tact. I always have my eyes wide open when he's around, he is just so-'' Ash interrupted abruptly.

''Excitable. Hyper. Mischievous. Funny. Tries to act innocent when we both know he isn't.''

''Very true. I remember when he was here the last time. Too cheeky for my liking, Nick brought him over his knee that day for the first time in front of me. It didn't bother me however, the little shit deserved to be put in line and he did behave after it. Curling into Nick's side murmuring 'Sorry' over and over but you cant stay mad at him for long, he's too cute.''

''Yes that he is. I shall take your tray back now since your finished, ill leave the.. blood for you to drink. You get dressed and ill come back to fix your collar and slacks because we both know you fuck it up.'' Blaine laughed at her swearing. It was rare for her to be so blunt but she loosened up throughout the day when she was just with Blaine. 

''My my Ash pardon your blasphemy. On you go, prepare for S.S's arrival.'' Ash exited the room, making sure to close the door. Blaine strides over to the window, opening the curtains and wincing as the sunlight poured through the windows, gradually spreading through the cold hard wooden floor and up the black painted pastel walls; over the bed and stopping near the corner. His eyes stung, Demons eyes were sensitive to bright lights but accustomed to it as they grew older. Demons stopped ageing at the age of 30 and their slaves stopped ageing when they mated with the demon. Demon's appearances can not be altered they remain young but strong. The slave always looked young probably because they are bought at such a young age. However a few slaves can be bought in their 20's but never older. The mating process is confusing, it wasn't just sex. There was more steps of the mating that were crucial if the pair wanted it to work. Blaine would not claim his slave too early like his father had said before 'Mating too early is rather stupid son, wait till you are in your mid twenties. Then you can claim the boy.' Blaine was now 24, no wonder the community had been deceitful and arrogant. He would be 25 soon and he still remained without a slave. 21 is the official age to purchase a slave but he had waited and waited for so long that it was now he had to get one before he was 25 ( the best age to claim.) To stay young and still have a hold over the slave. Nick had claimed Jeff early but did not regret it, he had purchased Jeff a year before Blaine turned 23. He had been jealous when Nick had gained the courage to buy one. He had said when he first landed eyes on Jeff, he knew the blonde was the one he wanted. Without a doubt. Would he know who he wanted? Would it just appear in front of him? Would their be signs? He had no idea, all he knew was that he needed one. Groaning he grabbed the mug of pure red thick substance and gulped it all down in one. He relished the taste, licking splatters of it off his lips and growling as his eyes turned black and his teeth sharpened. Forcing the black pools back into his mind and letting his canines return to normal he smiled wickedly. His head vibrated like a freshly plucked guitar string, the vibrations were intense but soon ceased after a minute. A jolt ran through his body which he had felt go to the roots of his silky curly hair. The taste. God it was exhilarating. Another Groan and he was cumming, this sometimes happened when he tasted blood, he could not control his urges. He grimaced at the sticky hot feeling underneath his pants, reaching over he grabbed a tissue from the velvet box and stuck it beneath his pants to rub most of the cum off his now flaccid member.

''Sir?'' A rough chap at the door made him jump. He quickly pulled the tissue out and flung it in the waste basket near the window, running towards the door and yanking it open to reveal Ash. Her auburn hair which shined with a glossy appearance, her features were sweet, her cheekbones stuck out and her green eyes gleamed. 

''Sorry sir i know i was to leave you to get dressed-'' Her voice was rushed and she could barely breath, it was obvious she had ran here.

''Slow down Ash, what's wrong?''

''It appears Lord Sebastian Smythe has arrived in Demonic earlier than we expected, his car was spotted in town at a bar.''

''Fucking great, I better get dressed. He is probably at the feeding bar with one of his slaves, how many has he got again?''

''2 now sir, 1 died from injuries that occurred in a raid.''

''Poor owner he is then, he would only bring 1 here and i expect it is the young one named 'Riley'.''

'It will be sir, i will go clean your office so you can get the files and paperwork done for Westerville, that way Lord Sebastian can leave quickly.''

''That would be fantastic, thank you Ash.'' He placed a quick kiss to her forehead and then she left. Blaine Dressed and waited for Ash to return and make sure he was presentable. This was going to be a long day.

''Son wake up.'' Kurt jolted up into a sitting position and rubbed his eyes. Hoping to see his bedroom back in Ohio and his dad at the door telling him to wake up for school but no, he was in a cold metal van with a fucking blanket, pillow and 2 men. He smiled when he saw Roger's face peaking through the compartment but his smile turned to a frown. That only meant one thing. He was near his destination.

''I take it, it isn't long till we arrive then?'' 

''Yes, unfortunately. We are about an hour and half away, thought we would wake you up so you can get yourself ready and maybe change or something like that.''

''Thanks but ill just stay in what i'm wearing, you get clothes when you go there don't you? like tight overalls or?''

''Yeah you get these tight skinny pant things and a ratty old tank top with 'Slave' and your number written on it.''

''How lovely. What's my number?'' Henderson was the one to speak now.

''Depends what your slave number is. You could be 1234 or 2543 ect. who knows? no one because so many slaves are taken to these places each month.''

''Oh.'' The tension in the van had increased since Henderson had opened his mouth. He was a dry sarcastic man, Kurt wondered if someone in his family had been taken. Maybe this was why he was so cold.

''Well i will just sit back here and wait, i'm not really in the mood to chat. Sorry Roger.'' He didn't bother mentioning Henderson, the man was cold and frankly Kurt didn't want to make conversation with someone like that at the moment and Henderson did not blame the boy. Henderson just smirked when his name wasn't mentioned, he was maybe  being to hard on the boy but its better to get him ready for cold remarks; the place where he is going will be no different. Henderson continued driving up a winding road and onto a back road, he was near. He saw the sign from miles away, it was large, the words were hard to make out from here but it was still noticeable. They had placed these kind of places miles and miles away from civilisation, to keep people from trying to escape easily. There were cameras and guards everywhere. The Slave house was not perfect, it was a ratty ugly dark building with hardly any windows and sometimes blood was visible on the grounds, probably from deaths of the slaves who tried to escape. Not all escapees were killed, only some who continued to attempt to run away; most were just giving a rough whip to the ass and that was it but the punishment often lasted hours. They said it was to break them in but everyone knew they done it for fun and the thrill of watching someone vulnerable suffer. Henderson shivered at the thought but continued onward towards the destination. Boy the Kurt Hummel was in for an unpleasant time.

Ash carefully flattened down Blaine's pants and pulled the suspenders neatly over his shoulders. Giving him a once over, she smiled and set to work on Blaine's hair.

''So Sir what will your hair be looking like today? Gelled, which makes you look more sophisticated or curly which makes you look more untamed and fierce.''

''Oh is that so. Well Curly it is, i'm going to need fierce when Sebastian arrives. I wish he would hurry up from that damn bar, i need him here to do these files for westerville and get it over with so he can fuck off back to his hometown.'' Ash gave a sympathetic smile and patted Blaine's cheek after making the curls more tamed but still wild at the same time.

''There, all done.'' Blaine inspected his hair and clothes in the mirror, his hazel eyes could only be described as mystical and he looked like perfection as always. Happy that he had more blood than usual because his skin was darker and replenished. He smirked.

''Right stop posing and get to your office. Its all cleaned and i've laid out all the Westerville records for you to update when your.. guest arrives.'' 

Ash had grown sick of calling him lord, she liked to stay out of Sebastian's way as he always flirted and pushed her around. He was vile to anyone who crossed his path, he had once slapped his slave Riley in the face for looking at the ground. He had this sort of.. kink, he liked his slaves to stay looking at him and him only. Riley has winced and sobbed while looking at Sebastian afterwards, demons slaps are like a billion needles going through the punished area. Its excruciating, almost deadly but not really. That is why she pleaded that Blaine's new slave wouldn't act up and get himself punished because she guaranteed it would hurt like a burn from a blazing fire, sizzling and scolding. Tomorrow would be the day she would go to observe slaves and see if she could pick out one before the auction. 

She cleaned around the room, making sure it was shiny without anything out of line. She head to the door, locking it on her way out, she didn't want Sebastian snooping. She left the dark hallway to ascend a spiral staircase, Blaine's room was located down where the basement used to be. They had renovated the space to give it a hallway with 1 large room for his bedroom, 1 large en suite bathroom and a music room/chill out room. The stairs took you to where every other room was located, such as the dining room, lounge, kitchen and other rooms. His house was big and was great for holding celebration but Blaine's room was off limits to anyone but Ash. It was his sanctuary, dark and cut off from anyone else. Of course this would change with a slave on the way but Ash still wondered if Blaine could fall in love, he had never been in love but maybe this boy could be the key to his heart. She hoped he was because he deserved happiness, underneath the demon Blaine was really a loving puppy. He wasn't all just black pools for eyes and blood thirsty, even though he may not show it he had a heart. She reached the top of the stairs and glanced back down, she loved talking with him down there but she hated the space as even though Blaine wanted to be there; she wished he would come out of his shell and open up but that wouldn't happen until someone truly loved him. 

Shutting the hatch and locking it, Ash rubbed her temple. She felt her heart skip a beat when the a rough cough was produced by the door, turning slowly to reveal Sebastian smirking while scratching something below him. Her breath hitched. How did he get in? Her eyes lowered to the ground where his slave Riley was kneeling by him hugging Sebastian's leg and the lords fingers massaging his head. He looked worn out and spent. He was wearing skinny jeans that looked painted on and a cream jumper that was loose around his small form. Whereas his master was in simply skinny dress pants, a black shirt and a beige long coat over it. Sebastian winked at Ash.

"Lord Smythe, will i take your coat?" she tried to keep the nervous texture out of her voice but it slowly crept to the surface.

"Yes you may young lady." She slowly paced towards him, taking his coat off from behind him and wrapping it over her arm. 

"I will get someone to inform Lord Anderson you have arrived. While your waiting may i offer you and your slave a beverage?" He lowered his eyes to smile softly at his staring slave, who had kept himself staring at his master for the full of the day. 

"Please. Water for Riley here and i'll take the usual." The usual being Riley's blood. He would feed before entering Blaine's office, just the same as Blaine feeding before meeting him. Ash whispered to one of the maids standing near by to fetch a glass of water. it was just her, Sebastian and Riley left in the room now. She tried not to crack under Sebastian deathly stare, he had the tactics to break anyone. 

"Please make yourself comfortable, Bl-" She stopped herself quickly to avoid any downcast remarks from Sebastian. "Highness will be ready soon, he's just taking care of some other things." she breathed and calmed down as he had not mentioned or even noticed her mishap. His hand left Riley's hair and walked over one of the leather seats in the wide hall space, motioning for Riley to crawl to him. He crawled over, still keeping his face staring at his masters. Ash frowned, she hated how he was treated, how Sebastian treated anyone actually. Sebastian hoisted Riley up so that his legs were wrapped around the lords waist and gave better access to his neck.

"You don't mind us doing this in here?" Riley whimpered which received him a harsh spank to the right cheek of his ass. Ash winced and a tear fell from her eye, he sounded so vulnerable and helpless.

"Speak when spoken to!"

"Sorry master" Sebastian strokes his hair and rubs his back. He holds Riley in place on his knees and his Latino frame going flaccid in his masters hold. Ash watches in an unnerving way, clasping her hands behind her back and looking silently at the white marble floor of the hall. Sebastian holds his slaves head to the side and nibbles at Riley's neck, which makes him shudder. Ash risks a glance upwards to reveal Sebastian staring right into her eyes, She steps back as she stares into the frightening black pools for his eyes. His teeth are sharper and even more white than before, he lowers his stare to Riley's neck; licking his plump lips. In a split second Sebastian lunges his teeth into the boys neck, feeding hungrily. Riley shrieks at the puncture and clutches his masters shoulders in a painful manner. Ash hears the lords groans and looks down again not wanting to seem as if she was enjoying watching, which she certainly was not. She never was around for when Blaine drank as she found it unpleasant but seeing it happen to a human in front of her eyes made her queasy. Riley felt weak, he had already been fed on this morning and another time was making him feel dead. Sebastian dislodged his teeth from Riley's neck, licking over the wound and smiling as the mark turned bright red once more. He bit into his wrist and watched the slightly darker than human blood drip from his wrist to Riley's mouth. Demon blood could cure any wound in minutes but they never used it on anyone but their slaves, if someone had been dying from a wound; demons would leave them to die. Their blood is sacred and rare. Many humans compared demons to vampires, that pissed them off. They were not like those amateurs, they had more meaning and a better culture. Vampires fed on anyone, Demons do not; they only feed on their slaves and their preferred blood type. Sebastian holds the sobbing boy in his arms and smirks, he would be replenished for at least 2 weeks. 

"Lord Smythe, Lord Anderson is available now. If you would like to follow me." Sebastian looked up and smiled as Ash seemed uneasy. 

"Of course, Riley wait here." He placed a soft kiss to the still crying boys leaking eyes. Ash stared at the boy for a moment longer before leading Sebastian to Blaine's office. 

"You can just go in, do you want me to watch over your slave Lord Smythe?" Sebastian takes Ash's hand and kisses lightly on the knuckle, rubbing her hand with his thumb and smirking when she frowned.

"Yes that would be... delightful, if he causes trouble just bring him to me." Ash nods and exhales when Sebastian enters the office, she runs as fast as she can back to the hall to look at Riley who hasn't moved from his place. She walks over and sits beside him pulling the wrecked boy into her arms, she has comforted Riley many times before but this time seemed more connecting. She wanted Blaine to hurry up his meeting but at the same time wanted it to drag out so Sebastian would give this boy some peace.

"Are you okay sweetie?" He nods into her shoulder and pulls out of her embrace, Ash notices he is shaking.

"Yes, i'm fine.  May i drink my water now?" Ash nods frantically, watching the boy take easy tiny sips on the clear liquid. He settles into her warm welcoming arms and falls asleep. She would wake him up before Sebastian is finished. She hoped Blaine would hurry up.

A/N So hi! hope you liked the third chapter.  I also done something extra for you guys ;) i created a page on my tumblr for Could I Love You updates. I would like you guys to check it out! I have pictures on the page of how i picture Blaine's house and rooms ect. Also if you guys have any Q's such as 'what does Kurt's bracelet look like?' ect please ask me and i will post on the page a picture, just to give you a better idea. Please read the descriptions below the pictures as well.  Read and Review lovely bunnies!   Heres the link = bowties-scarfs-coffeecups(.)tumblr(.)com/tagged/CouldIloveYou (Remove Brackets)