Chapter 4

Fire and Ice.

Clutching his knees to his chest tightly, shivering and chattering; Kurt tried to hold it together. He could feel himself shutting down and that would not help his situation at all. He had been zoning in and out of listening to the two men chat away up front, to looking at his pictures behind the photo frame and napping; he was so tired, he just wanted sleep to take him for at least another 24 hours. Kurt kept his head down from the frown of Roger who had been turning around a few times to see how he was, his view had been the same mostly every time. Seeing this boy suffer was breaking his heart, he was not like most slaves, he had an aura about him that was gentle and pure. Roger had immediately respected this boy the moment he came downstairs from his room back in Ohio, he could not bring himself to think about what would happen to his daughter when she turned seventeen. He had remembered when the initial of her first name had been carved into her wrist when she was a baby, it had broke his heart. Slaves were chosen by a member of the new government, the law about destined slaves had been granted many years ago now; after learning of supernatural existence the whole world had gone into meltdown, in exchange the supernatural lords and ladies had agreed to make a deal. Human slaves to every supernatural being and high classed humans in exchange for humanity. The government had been quick to obey, obviously because they were scared. All destined slaves were to have their initial carved with a grey inked knife into the wrist, the knife turned the scar grey leaving the initial a light but not too light mark; when bought slaves had their new masters initial carved in black ink beside his or hers. If the slave was dropped from the masters care the initial was lasered off leaving the wrist clear for another masters purchase. This whole process had been in full force for 15 years, once you were destined you had no choice; your life was ordered from then on. The original age for slaves to be taken was sixteen but the new government had made it law for it to be seventeen, sixteen was too young; the teens had just became legal for sex and giving them a year was the least they could do. Roger had seen Kurt's mark clearly it was slightly lighter than the usual grey but still visible. They were at least an hour away now, Henderson had been filling him in every five minutes which he was sure Kurt heard. Kurt lay back down pulling the blanket over him, curling his legs up and laying his head on the pillow; falling into his second real sleep since he had entered the van. Roger slowly pulled the cover connected the two compartments shut so Kurt would not waken from a conversation between him and Henderson.

"He asleep again?", Henderson's gruff voice cut through the worry in his head. He shifted in the passenger seat, stretching his arms out and turned to his partner, who was keeping his eyes on the road.

"Yeah and it looks like it will be for a good half hour. Poor boy.", Henderson grunted; the grunt was loud and almost scoffing.

"Stop making this boy feel better Roger. It won't help his case at all, where he is going will not show him any kindness or gratitude."

"Don't be so horrid! At least the boy is getting some peace for a while before he is put in this place, would you treat my daughter the same way if you had her in this van? No, so stop the 'I don't give a shit about anyone' act and be more sympathetic." Henderson frowned, taking one hand off the steering wheel and rubbing his left temple.

"I know. I know. I'm sorry i'm being rude to him, i just wanted him to maybe try and get used to it. I mean Roger look at him, earlier he was shivering and sobbing." Roger couldn't argue with that, Kurt really was going to crack at this place if he didn't buck up some courage and stand strong. Kurt was a strong soul but maybe this was too much for a boy like him, it was obvious he was bullied; he could see it in his eyes.

"I guess. Well how long now?"

"I'd say about 45 minutes; so not long. The turn off is just up here." He pointed his thick gruff finger towards a bend at the top of the winding road they had drove through. Roger knew this place back to hand, a lot of slaves from Ohio were placed up here as it was cut off and mainly a lot of vampires, demons and other supernatural beings lived nearby. The slaves brought here were from five main points, Ohio (of course), Michigan, New Jersey, Virginia and West Virginia. It was often for more Ohio slaves to be there, the slave house tonight would be at the number of 10-15 slaves as always and at least 5 were sold every Friday evening. More slaves were being brought in tonight; at least 10 would arrive from different places. This slave house had 10 to 15 slaves in it each month, depending on birthdays of course. When Henderson and Roger would arrive at the house they were told four things. How many slaves were in the house, If there were anymore pick ups, if they got a break or when they were to return. Since it was the start of a new month, they were probably going to be sent home for three weeks before they were to return to picking up again. Getting a break was bliss for both men, as they got valuable time to spend with their families. Roger got to see his daughter and wife. Henderson got to see his wife and two twin boys. Henderson was lucky to have no destined slaves in his family, Roger wasn't so lucky; he only had one daughter afterall. He had felt horrible watching Kurt's family struggle to say their goodbyes and it had hurt more when Kurt had been sitting in the back crying. He hoped Kurt would find love and peace throughout his time as a slave. God. He really did hate their job.

Sebastian smirked at Blaine from across the large dark oak table. Blaine sat in his large leather chair that was well padded whereas Sebastian sat in a harder chair but he showed no discomfort to Blaine's advantage. Sebastian held a packed file for Westerville in his hands, what a self indulgent piece of shit; Blaine hated him but unfortunately the files had to be updated every month between Westerville and Demonic. Blaine provided a false smile and got up off his seat and walked toward what seemed a bookshelf but was where files and important documents were sealed. Feeling Sebastians eyes on him he had to hold the bile rising in his throat, he pulled the Demonic file out; it was large and has every demon and slaves documents from Demonic to Westerville. He sat back down opening the file and gestured for his company to start. Sebastian placed the file on the table pulling the seal off and opened the file, returning the glare he was receiving from Blaine.

"Where should we start Blainers.", Sebastian winked. God Blaine hated that nickname Sebastian has taken to teasing him with.

"Its Lord Anderson to you Lord Smythe nothing else, thank you.", Blaine blinked and flicked the plastic folios, glancing at every Demons references and their past and present slaves details.

"Fine, Lord Anderson where shall we start?", Sebastian repeated his early question in a more sarcastic manner; this didn't faze Blaine.

"Well, we will start in alphebetical order. So 'A' who is new, who is dead or who is to be dropped from the system." Sebastian gave a again a smirky smug smile full of lust, hate and anger. Flicking through the 'A' colum in the Westerville file, he stopped at the first red slip sticking out of the file.

"Vladimere Aro is to be taken off the system." Blaine smirked, that man had been getting himself into trouble for years; question is did he die or move to another demon point. Blaine cleared his throat and spoke firm.

"Reason? Death or movement, if death; what death did he suffer?"

"Death. Head cut clean off by his slave, Ruby. He was found by his one of his servants." Blaine jotted it down on Aro's file, Ruby had been a lovely girl but she was raped every night and drank from almost three times a day. He didn't blame her but what happened to her?

"Ruby. Where is she now? Dead? Back to the slave house?"

"Escapee, she fled. Believe me that girl isn't in Westerville anymore. Just as well but she will be caught she is going to be tracked when we find the data stick in Aro's home." Since slaves were tracked by chips in their necks. The tracking device data was put on a data stick for the new owner. Blaine hoped Ruby would be okay, put it this way she was either going to be killed or back to auction.

"Okay done. Anymore in the 'A' section?" Sebastian shaked his head flipping to 'B'.

"We have 3 deaths left to do. 2 in section H and 1 in R. All died from starvation of blood, all from starving themselves because they didn't want to be monsters." Sebastian sniggered. Sometimes some demons just gave up with their lifestyle and deprived themselves of blood. Blaine cleared his throat and coughed.

"name's?"

"Zane Harolds, Trevor Hamilton for H and Perry Rovlan for R. Of course you know that these three didn't have slaves." Blaine wrote down in each of the Demon's files, their cause of death and dates. Some demons didn't believe in the slavery law of humans; some rebelled and starved themselves of their only nutrition, till the weakness became too much.

"Okay since the death's of demons are done. Any deaths of slaves? Any new ones? Any dropped ones?" Dropped slaves were sent back to the slave house. This often happened with the head strong young ones.

"Only one death. One of my slaves to be precise." Blaine refrained from making a crude remark.

"Which one?" He flicked to the smythe file and pulled out Sebastian's. The smythes were a harsh family, Blaine hated Sebastians father; he was easy to hate. All the smythes wore the same expressions, hard cold and almost frightning but they had love somewhere in their black hearts.

"Jason."

"Cause?"

"Suicide. He slit his own throat. Blood everywhere, which i drank obviously."

"disgusting." Blaine glared at his foe who held an expression that wasn't readable.

"Think what you like Lord Anderson. You wouldn't have expierience with slaves anyway would you?" Sebastian laughed loudly and winked in a sense of mock.

"Actually i will be purchasing a slave. Next week to be exact." Sebastian raised his eyebrows, smirking with a mischievous facial expression.

"Oh are you now? So Lord Anderson im intriqued."

"Yes i have waited i long tim-", sebastian cut him off abrutly to make a snark comment.

"A long time! Anderson you have waited 3 what 4 years? Your over the age of 20. I'd say yes you have waited a long long time."

"I may be 24 but i have never had time to fuck every slave and drain them dry unlike you."

"Your missing out. I had some of my slave in your hallway with what was her name.. Ash standing by. Infact she is with Riley right now, so can we finish this little meeting up so i can get my slave into my car and fuck him." Blaine knew he had struck a nerve. Sebastian usually would make a comment or try to start a fight for fun but now Sebastian was giving up? Blaine wanted to push his buttons more but didn't know how far his mean statements would take him before they both snapped and began fighting.

"Ah Riley. The boy that i see everytime you come here. How is he? Still standing? I'm surprised Lord Smythe, i would have thought you would have drained him completly now. You sure your not just fucking a dead body?" He knew it was cruel and harsh but Sebastian had been pushing him around for far too long. Maybe fighting fire with fire would finally shut him up.

"You don't anything about my slave."

"Oh i believe i do." Blaine pointed to Sebastians file, returning a smirk for the dozen he had recieved from him throughout the meeting.

"Lets just get on with it Anderson. There are no dropped slaves but a lot of new ones." Blaine dropped the fighting and returned to filling in new slaves into demons files. This was going to be a long day.

The van drove up a country road and halted a few kilometres away from the destination. Roger looked at Henderson, frowning and turning round to pull back the metal slide. Kurt was sitting up with the blanket and pillow folded neatly beside him; his duffle in his hand and his case beside him. He gives a brief nod and smiles hesitantly at the boy, giving a sympathetic look. Kurt returns the same type of smile, he had cleaned up with wipes from his bag and had put a face wash on, washing it off with the bottle of water he was given. Kurt felt refreshed but was sure he would not be in a few days. He would spend six days in the slave house and then on Friday next week he would be sold to the highest bidder. He shuddered at the piercing thought. He jumped slightly at Roger speaking loudly, or maybe it was just his ears.

"Were here Kurt. I'm so sorry.", Kurt was confused. Why was he apoligizing, it wasn't his fault the government had made the rule.

"You don't need to apoligize, it's not your fault i'm here in the first place. What happens now?"

"I'll let Henderson explain all that." Henderson's head came into view for the first time the whole journey, Kurt was shocked to see the sad expression he wore.

"We only drop you at the gate and then the people there take you from there. I think we told you that but oh well. Your case will be giving to them by us, they tag your name and number on it to put into storage. You get to keep your precious items with you the whole process, no one is to touch it. It's mostly males in there but females train females and the straight boys, its rare for them to train gay boys but if your lucky you might get a woman; they aren't as strict and rough. Females have more of a tough time when they are purchased as they aren't trained the way a man would like but hopefully you will be okay." Kurt was quick to pause Henderson.

"What do you mean by 'lucky'? Why would i be lucky to be trained by a woman?"

"Well, the woman aren't there by choice. They are former slaves who weren't bought. They see the slaves struggles as a similarity from their struggles."

"Is it ever possible for a male and a female to train a slave?"

"Yes actually. Its very possible, you could be teached by a woman for 3 days and a man for the remaining 3 days."

"Oh."

"Anyway, once you have been taken inside they will give you clothes to change into and then you will be assigned your trainer. They train you to submit and teach you about punishment, don't under any circumstances play up. The woman don't punish. If you step out of line you will be sent to a male for punishment. It's no ordinary spanking you would get from a supernatural being, the trainers are human afterall. It will probably be a switch or a belt. I don't know of any other punishments. I'd recommend to just keep your head down and do as your told but hey if you wan't to play up, its your choice Kurt." Kurt was starting to regret his decision to fight back at this slave holding place but he had promised himself he wouldn't be pushed around.

"Okay. Is that all?" The two men looked at each other and spoke in sync.

"Yes and good luck." Roger winked at Kurt, taking his hand and shaking it.

"It was nice to meet you Kurt. When we get out of the van we will need to act differently around you, we will be hard and cold when we leave this van. We can't show sympathy it could cost us our jobs."

"It's fine Roger, thanks. To the both of you."

"Okay well Kurt its time."

Roger and Henderson opened their doors and slammed them shut, making Kurt flinch. The doors to the back of the van swung open to reveal Henderson and Roger staring at him with hard expressions. Roger grabbed Kurt's case and walked up to the gate to hand it to a rough featured man in black overalls, the same style as Roger and Hendersons. Kurt viewed the exchange of nods between Roger and this man, they were both expressionless. He jumped out of his skin when Henderson murmured another 'good luck' into his ear and grabbed his arm, hauling him out of the van; he held his bag close. The doors were again slammed and he felt himself being pulled along by the arm to the rough featured man. When approaching Roger and this stranger, Kurt kept his head up; high and bold. He didn't want to come off as weak but he was weak and he was really regretting the descision he had made back home, maybe playing up wasn't the best idea. They stopped infront of the men, Kurt looked down to the ground; he could tell the stranger was pleased with his reaction. The man's voice was exactly how Kurt had imagined it was like his fathers but more cold and unforgiving.

"Struggle?" Kurt knew the questions weren't for him, so keeping his mouth shut would do him good.

"No, no struggle. Straight out of the house and into the van." Now Kurt got what Roger meant by changing themselves when around the slave house, his voice was rough and mean.

"Hmm. Interesting. He shouldn't be a problem, i hope."

"He was no problem in the van either sir. He was very quiet and slept most of the way. Not a peep from his mouth."

"Good. You may leave, that will be all." Roger retreated backwards but Henderson did not move a muscle, he hadn't forgotten the rules of his job.

"Sir, are there any more pick ups?"

"Ah, sorry i forgot. There are no more pick ups. You may leave, we expect you back for schedules in 3 weeks; maybe 4. We will notify you."

"Thank you sir, goodbye." With that Roger and Henderson climbed into their van and drove away. Kurt would miss them very much. Kurt tried to keep still when the stranger circled round Kurt, he timidly rubbed his right hand but kept his head towards the ground. He tried not to sneer when the stranger spoke.

"Well. Well. A new one. Ha, a scared one. Don't worry just-" Kurt winced when a hand found its way to his hair, tugging his head back violently.

"Don't step out of line. No fucking around and we can get your disgusting body sold to someone who will ruin you." Kurt wanted to fight back but it would do no good. The hand left his hair to grip onto his arm, dragging him through a gate towards a large grey building, it was dull and scary. Kurt shivered when he heard a scream, it was exactly how Roger and Henderson has described it. Dull, not very cheerful; infact not cheerful at all. He was stopped at a sort of garage, the source to the scream. The mans mouth curved into a smirk. Smug asshole. He may not be able to curse him outright but in his mind he could do what he wanted. The hand found its way to Kurt's hair again, making him whimper as the tug was more painful; god he hated people touching his hair but he could not protest without risking himself harm.

"Let's show you what happens when you fool around with us, eh?" He was dragged towards the small brick building, the man kicked the door open; dragging him inside. Kurt was gripping his bag so close he though maybe it could melt into his chest. He looked down to the mans other hand which was holding his case, the case was dropped onto the floor beside his feet and he was then dragged down a corrider to a large room, he had kept his eyes closed going down the corrider; letting the man guide his limp frame. He heard a growl in his ear.

"Open your eyes. Now." Kurt's eyes opened and what came into his view made him gasp. The room was horrible it his whips, chains and other equipment on the horribly painted red walls, the floor was just dirt and hay but what made Kurt gasp was his view of a boy and another man in black overalls. The fragile boy was bent over a metal bar with his pants down to his thighs and was being cruelly lashed with a switch, he was screaming in pain and Kurt could do nothing to stop it. The lashing stopped and the man turned round. Again with the nodding, i don't like this. Kurt's thoughts were again interuppted, by the lashers hands rubbing up Kurt's torso. He wanted to pull away, he did but he couldn't. How did he get so close? Kurt manuevered his eyes back to the boy bent over, his ass cheeks were bright red and bleeding in some places. He was crying harshly and couldn't find time to breath. The boy lifted his head round to stare right into eyes, from his expression Kurt could read one word mouthing from the boys lips. 'Run.' He was not stupid however, he did not want to run and then bed in the same position as the boy. He jumped in the grip on the first mans arm when the lasher screamed at the boy.

"GET YOUR HEAD ROUND FACING THAT WALL! ANOTHER 50 LASHES WILL TEACH YOU, YOU FILTHY MONGREL. IM NOT DONE WITH YOU." The boys head whipped round so fast Kurt thought it would fall off. He was whimpering and crying once more. His face was gripped by the lasher and brought to face him.

"He here for punishment Al?" Kurt guessed the man holding his arm was named Al.

"No he isn't but maybe soon if he plays up. I just wanted to show him what happens to naughty slaves who disobey their trainers."

"Ah i see. New then, ha he won't last long. He will be crying within 2 hours."

"His collectors say he didn't struggle. Someone must be feeling bold today then."

"Don't worry boy we will soon have that knocked out of you."

"What's he in for?" Al pointed towards the sobbing boy.

"Fucking little shit bit me. I wen't to grab his neck to make him do as he was told and he bit my arm. Dragged the piece of shit out here bent him over, tugged his pants down and got to work with the whip and then to the switch. Fucking filthy slave biting me, he won't forget who's boss when i'm done with him. He's only been here 4 hours and he's fucking around." Again with that word. Filthy. Kurt felt disgusted by this imbecile.

"I'm sure he will know his place when your done with him."

"Yeah. Well what about this one, who's his trainer?"

"Don't know yet, all details inside with that russian bitch."

"Ah well she wasn't in a good mood when i left to come down here but she should be okay now. Fucking whore, ruling us around."

"Hey we better watch ourselves though she could rip our heads off in seconds, filthy vampire. Why are we getting fucking pushed around for these dirty little fuck toys." Kurt was roughly shaken by Al making him jump once again. He just wanted to go home, he didn't want to be here. He held the tears in his eyes.

"Yeah your right well i better get back to tanning this ones ass."

"How long you been punishing him?"

"A good half hour, another 15 minutes and i'm putting him straight into the padded room for a couple of hours. Then he can rot in his room."

"He got any roommates yet?"

"Nope but this one could be his new roomie!" Kurt recieved a slap to his right cheek making him moan in pain, it left a stinging burn and a red hand print down his right side.

"I guess he will be, anyway better go get him up there so i can go back down and wait for more of these to come in." These. These. What the fuck we are still human you know!

"How many are left to arrive?"

"How many are here?"

"About 6 now. So this one will be number 7."

"Well then about 2 more tonight, a couple tomorrow and thats it for the month."

"Not too full but just enough for trainers to get a couple days break i guess."

"Yeah well see you later Barnes." He was dragged out of the room listening to more screams erupt from the boy they had just left. He wanted nothing more than to run back and whip that Barnes guy to see how he would like it. He was pulled along by Al to the grey building, he was pushed inside onto his knees infront of a desk where a thin brunette woman was sitting on her chair. She was definitily the vampire Al and Barnes had been talking about. She stood up, walking round the desk to kneel infront of him; his head was lifted by her pale hand. kurt tried not to gasp at the coldness of her fingers. God vampires ARE cold.Kurt shivered as she ran her nails up the length of his face. She looked deep in his eyes, Kurt hoped she wasn't hungry because frankly he didn't want to have a female sucking blood from his veins; he didn't want a male to do it either. She smiled warmly which made Kurt frowned, it looked almost friendly. When she spoke Kurt's eyes widened full, her voice was beautiful. It was like listening to an angel from above but no vampire could be an angel, they still had evil traits in their new immortal genes. Kurt always thought immortal ment anyone could stay alive, truth is immortal is a word to toy with peoples minds, everyone can die somehow; a stake to the heart could kill a vampire, silver bullets to the heart to kill a werewolf but Kurt hadn't the faintest idea of how to kill a demon. He had never been told about demons before, until Roger and Henderson mentioned it in the van. I mean he had been told about them but not in detail; he still didnt know much. God forbid if he's bought by one.

"He's very capitivating. Very beautiful boy. What's his name? Tell me about him.", Kurt never thought a voice could be so enchanting; she was most definitely Russian but spoke fluent English. Al pulled a clipboard out of his side pant and flipped a page to where all Kurt's information was written. Al cleared his throat.

"He's called Kurt Hummel, he's sevente-" The beautiful pale vampire shouted load at Al, what she said almost made Kurt laugh but he held it in.

"Well he's not fucking twenty you imbecile! Damn you people get on my nerves, of course he is seventeen. Just.. carry on.", She stroked her fingers over Kurt's cheek and looked into his eyes, holding him still. Al grunted which recieved a glare and an angry look from her.

"uh, well he is from Lima, Ohio. He did not struggle according to the collectors and he was quiet through the whole ride here."

"I would like to ask you a question. Why did you take this boy into the punishment area?"

"I..i...", The woman spat as she scolded Al.

"You do not take anyone into there without my permission. I run this place and you know it. You should have brought this one to me straight away to get him sorted out. Don't disobey me again. Understood!?"

"Yes, i'm sorry. Now go back to your job." He ran out the door as fast as lightning. The vampire was still stroking Kurt's face, she smiled yet again; standing up and walking to sit back into her chair situated behind the large solid hardwood desk. She tapped a pen on the table, still staring deep into Kurt's eyes. He didn't dare look away. She spoke in a hard firm tone, very dominant.

"Stand up and come here." Kurt shivered and shaked trying to stand up, his legs felt like jelly. He felt almost paralysed.

"Don't be afraid young one. I am not going to hurt you, i'll leave that to whoever buys you." He stood up fully, walking towards the next; rubbing his hands together uncomfortably, he didn't like this at all.

"So your names Kurt Hummel. Interesting. Son to Burt Hummel and Elizabeth Hummel." Kurt probably shouldn't have spoke but the vampire didn't seem to mind.

"Actually my mom is dead. She died when i was 8."

"Well i'm sorry to hear that but it says you still have a mother."

"That would be my step mom and her son is my step brother."

"Ah okay." she scribbled the new information into his sheet and then lifted the pen to ask Kurt more questions.

"Any other things we should know about? Your sexual orientation is unfilled."

"I..I'm gay." She wrote it down and again lifted her head high.

"Let's see what else. Were you home schooled or did you go to a public school? If so what school."

"I went to a public school, Mckinley."

"Okay last question. Describe yourself in 3 words. Be as accurate as possible." Kurt stayed quiet looking at the ground, letting a tear slip from his eye. He didn't know really why he was crying, nothing bad had happened yet; except seeing that boy getting whipped but he was so tired, he felt weak. The tear falling didn't go unnoticed by the vampire, she lifted watched the tear stream down the boys face and onto his jumper. She frowned, reaching up to scratch the side of her nose. She really didn't want to break the boy so soon. She looked to both sides of the room, searching for any trainers or any other people wandering around; she didn't want anyone to see her being nice for a change.

"Don't cry pet. Please don't. It will be fine just don't step out of line here and you shall be fine. Your trainer isnt that ba-", When glanced at the paper she softly gasped. His trainer was the worst. 'Eric Philips' he was the strictest, angry trainer they had. He was always punishing slaves and didn't talk to her much as he keeps to himself and the slaves he trains. Thinking of the man, he walked through at that exact moment making him for the first time in months stare into her eyes, he was clutching a slave by a leash and dragging it through the archway of one of the training rooms. He stopped infront of her nudging Kurt to the side a little, the slave had his eyes cast downwards not wanting to be punished.

"Lilith do i have any new slaves to train. This one won't be needing training now, ive broke her in. She will need to be sold tonight and here is her information, i figured her out. I wrote down her traits i encountered." He flung the clipboard onto the desk and turned his head to eye Kurt up and down. Kurt kept his head down, Lilith was a lovely name for such a fierce, dangerous creature.

"He mine?" Lilith couldn't give this boy to him of all trainers. She would move the upcoming slaves around, she would make an exception for this one; he was too fragile to handle it. He may act strong but she can see through anyone.

"No he is not. He's-" She flipped through the book, looking for a good trainer, who was still strict but cut the slave slack. She came to a woman's name, she was a lovely woman not too strict but still firm. However she could not just let this boy get away that easily, a man was in order too. She would find one but for now it was down to 'Maria Greg'.

"He is Maria's i believe."

"Nonsense. A boy can't be trained by just a woman. He need a man to sort him out, i'll do it."

"No. I mean it Philips. No. He will be trained for 3 days by Maria and the last 3 days by..." She had to make a quick decision. It was either Philips or someone else. She decided on a name that caught her eye a couple of rows below Maria.

"Edward Harris." Edward Harris is stricter than Philips and doesn't take any hassle but he isn't as cruel. At least Kurt would be learning how to submit and not to play up from Harris' tactics.

"God. Fine whatever." He began to head for the door but was stopped by Lilith's mocking tone.

"Oh and Philips? Your next slave will be arriving in exactly...3 hours. I will notify you when your done taking this one to the auctioneers. Now shoo." He sneered pulling along the female slave by the leash. Lilith smiled back to Kurt who spoke up, forgetting his pledge about staying quiet.

"He was my real trainer, wasn't he?" Lilith's eyes widened, this boy was smarter than she thought.

"Please stay quiet. Your number is-", she trailed her finger over a variety of numbers with her eyes closed; she stopped her finger near the middle section and opened her eyes. "Number 1666". She stood up walking to the other side of the room where a large metal storage cupboard was situated. Kurt heard a sharp scratching noise as if something was being dragged across the ground, it made him wince and clutch his jumper close. She came back with a grey dull tank top with the number '1666' now placed on the front and a pair of grey sweat pants much more darker than the ones he was wearing and those ones only looked knee length, they curved in near bottom (elasticated). He nearly groaned at the poor fashion but he couldn't complain in fact he couldn't do much things now.

"This will be your clothes for your training. The clothes you have on now, well you have 2 choices. We can throw them out or we can put them with your case." Kurt did not want them anymore, they would already smell of this place and that disgusted him.

"Throw them out."

"Okay well here. Go change over there in that room beside the one i just was in." He took the clothes from her hands but she told him to wait there. "I forgot one more thing." She ran back into the storage room returning with black plimsol shoes. They had dirt stains on them but looked as if they had been washed many times, although the stain would never budge. He took them from her hands, walking towards the room he was pointed to. He shut the door behind him sighing. God he just wanted his family and friends to be here but they weren't. He pulled off his sweatpants and replaced them with the quarter length ugly ones, Pulled off his jumper; shivering at the cold air coming from a window near the sink. He figured this was a staff bathroom it wasn't dirty but still felt cold. He pulled on his plimsols over his ankle socks, he looked in the mirror disgusted with how he looked. He had never looked more ugly in his life. He had bags under his eyes, his skin was paler than he had ever seen it and he was in very much need of the fashion police. He gathered up his clothes walking out of the bathroom and handing it to Lilith who threw them aside. She took his case, sitting it to the side to put away in storage. She assured Kurt it would be fine and no one would touch it. He still held his duffle bag in his hand. It hadn't left his side whatsoever and it would never leave his side. He was startled by not only Lilith's voice but another sweet angelic voice. A woman. She stood 5'9, 5'10 feet tall, taller than Kurt anyway.

"This is Maria, she will be your trainer for the first 3 days, you shall obey her every instruction or you shall be sent down to the punishment area for a hard or soft punishment depending on what you have done. Is that clear?" Kurt nodded his head sharply, looking down yet again. He wondered how many times he would have to look down. Maria smiled shortly at Kurt, putting a hand on his shoulder. He looked up into her eyes, he saw sadness and concern hidden deep within her pupils. She pulled him away by the shoulder, murmering a quick goodbye to Lilith. He was lead down a yet again 'grey' corrider into brick walled cells. There were no windows just doors with small slots and see through windows. It looked like a hospital room with no curtains to cut the people off but hard walls instead of curtains. It made him shiver. This place looked like an asylum for crazy nutters who only wanted to hurt everyone. It was like a prison, holding captive to all slaves. He was glad to see in his 'cell' that there was a shutter on each side of the 'cell' obviously to open and talk to the slaves on his opposite sides. He listened to Maria's voice clearly.

"You will sleep in this one,", she motioned to a room with a ratty camp bed on the floor and a small cabinet beside it. "In the cabinet is 3 bottles of water, you do not get any more than that throughout your stay so don't waste it. You also get a safe to put your bag with your 3 items in, you can make the code its up to you. You shall be fed once a day, in the evening. You get what your given. In the mornings you will be woken by me and shall be trained throughout the day till 3pm with 2 breaks inbetween to come back here and out into the room up there-" She pointed up the cells where another large door was. "That is where you will talk to other slaves, no trainers or supervisors. Do not try to escape or you will suffer the consequences, understood uhh... Kurt." He nodded which recieved him a firm harsh scolding.

"Audible anwsers!"

"Yes i understand."

"Good now in you go. Get some sleep i shall wake you up in the morning, any questions before i leave?"

"Yes what time is it?" She raised an eyebrow, this boy was strange but so sweet. She pulled a pocket watch out of her pinifer dress.

"It is 8:30pm."

"Okay thank you." Kurt stepping into his 'temporary' very small cramped bedroom. He rubbed his eyes and turned round to see Maria whisper a 'good night' as she shut the large wooden door. It looked like a stable for a horse in here. There wasn't hay on the ground but it was worn out wooden planks that had been painted a disgusting lime colour. The walls were cracked and chipped in some places, they were white and usually white compliments every colour; this however didn't. Kurt glanced down at the two shutters on each wall, seperating him from two other slaves; he bent down to his right side where the cabinet was. He carefully opened the door to reveal the three bottles of water and safe Maria had told him about. He opened the safe and placed his duffle inside, closing it and twisting the knob to set his code. He figured he should put his slave number but that was too easy, he couldn't put his birthday either or any of his families; it was all on the system, the people here would know. He decided on setting the code to the date he started glee club, no one would ever know. He made sure it was locked and smiled softly that it actually worked, they must be strict on giving us privacy. He kicked off his dainty shoes, placing them in the cabinet and shutting the door. He could at least get comfortable right? He looked down towards the ratty camp bed, the top cover was ripped and looked as if it hadn't been washed. He winced daring to pull back the cover to reveal the sheets, with a quick swipe he flipped it off to be greeted with a not so nice sheet but it was clean and the bed was clean too. He folded up the ratty cover and placed it by the door, he would be fine with a sheet; it was hot in here anyway. He was hungry as he had not eaten all day but he would have to wait till tomorrow. God what would the food be like? Maria had said he would have to take what he was given. He grimaced at the thought. Kurt glanced back down at the shutters, should he take peek to see who was there? He brought his hand down to the handle on his left side, bending down and pulling the shutter across. He was left with another shutter in front, he figured it was the other slaves. He knocked on the shutter softly but no movement could be heard. He sighed and pulled the shutter back. Maybe no one was in that one? He tried the other side and got the same result. He wanted to shout out through the space outside to see if anyone was here yet. Maybe he was the first to arrive? He crawled into the bed, pulling the sheet over his head and curled into a ball. He shot up at the sound of a struggle outside the door, he heard a girl whimpering. He looked out of a crack on the door to see a man pulling the girl along by her hair, she had short blonde hair almost the style of Quinn's and the colour of Brittany's. Kurt jumped back as she was brought infront of the door, he jumped again when the door next door opened and slammed shut. He listened to the faint sniffles in opposite room, he decided to let her rest and calm down before trying to speak to her. This was going to be a long night.

After a long few hours of file sorting, Blaine and Sebastian had finally finished; Blaine was just glad he didn't need to do it for another month. Sebastian had finished closing up all of Westerville's files and was sitting staring with that smug grin on his face. He smirked back getting up to put away his files and then turned back to Sebastian.

"Will you be needing anything else Lord Smythe?", Sebastian raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders.

"Not that i know of. No. I should be leaving, Riley will be... waiting for me?", Blaine laughed harshly.

"Oh i'm sure he is hoping you stay longer. He is probably shaking with fear over losing more blood. How many times do you drink from him again?", Sebastian's eyes flashed for a second to their black pools before returning to his usual green.

"That is none of your business Lord Anderson, i shall be going now." Blaine shot over and grasped Sebastian's wrist in a tight punishing grip before he could turn the door knob. Sebastian's eyes turned cruel and punishing, the black seeping over his normal eyes. Blaine's eyes did the same, his looking menacing. Sebastian growled out as did Blaine. Demon's voices tended to chance to more menacing unforgivable tones, it was in their devilish nature afterall.

"Get your hands off me. Now. Before i break your hand."

"Oh come on Smythe you know it will just heal in a matter of minutes. Maybe if you break my hand i can just go take some of Riley's blood, since its so...delicious that you can't just drink from him once a day."

Sebastian snapped grabbing Blaine by the collar, slamming him against the brick wall. Blaine growled bringing his knee to collide with Sebastians stomach, making him doubled over again and again as Blaine continued bring his knee up multiple times. Blaine left Sebastian on the ground while he tried to gain breathe, he reached for the door opening it and sneering back at Sebastian. He walked down the corrider to the hall where Riley was sitting with his head down while Ash washed one of his cuts, she jumped up making Riley wince when the cloth dragged up the wound. She could see Blaine was obviously angry, she walked over placing a hand on his shoulder, murmering for him to calm down. He wouldn't however as he was so deep in concentration on Riley's face. Riley looked terrified, all he could think was; Where was his master? Riley got his anwser when he saw Sebastian running at an alarming speed to tackle Blaine to the ground, making Ash falling backwards on the ground. She quickly composed herself and ran over to Riley telling him to go fetch his and Sebastian's coats. He ran over the tile to the coat rack grabbing his and his masters coats and running back over to Ash. Who was shouting at the two demons to stop, this did not help however. Sebastian laid into Blaine's chest and face, while Blaine tried to push him off, getting a couple of kicks in himself. Ash whispered into Riley's ear to try and stop his master. He timidly stepped over placing a hand on Sebastian's arm. It didn't work yet again, the two demons were so angry it would probably take another demon to stop them. Ash gasped when Riley was tugged down by an angry Sebastian, the slave whimpered trying to tug out of the demon's grip. Ash sighed when Sebastian got up from Blaine the darkness no longer in sight of his eyes and his teeth were back in their slots. Blaine growled at Sebastian from the ground. She ran over pulling Blaine up slowly and pulling him back to sit on the chair Riley once was. Sebastian shushed Riley and pulled him close leaning his head on the slaves shoulder, Ash was puzzled at the exchange, when had they gotten so couple like? Riley helped Sebastian put on his coat handing him to files he had dropped when fighting, Sebastian returned the gesture, smiling and kissed Riley's neck. Ash turned back to Blaine who was still seething in rage.

"I think we shall be going now. Ash thank you for keeping Riley out of trouble, i cant say the same for me and Lord Anderson over there.", with that Sebastian guided Riley out the door, smirking at Blaine's dark blood pouring out of a wound on his face. The door slammed shut leaving Ash with a very terrifying Blaine. She didn't know what to to, she could leave him for a while but that might be a bad idea; Blaine did get lonely even if he never admitted it. She went over and sat beside him placing a hand on the same shoulder she had earlier before the fight. She knew this would happen, those two always pushed each others buttons. She wondered what it was over this time? She spoke her thoughts gasped as she did, she didn't usually speak her mind, it always got her in trouble some way or another.

"Who provoked who this time? huh?", Blaine's eyes turned back to the hazel tone once more, that Ash was thankful for; she had obviously broke the ice.

"I provoked him. I joked with him about Riley and he snapped." Ash's eyes widened slightly, Sebastian Smythe getting into a fight over a slave! This was juicy gossip she could have with the other staff.

"Blaine.", she sighed, it was dumb on Blaine's part to provoke Sebastian. It was mainly always Sebastians fault but lately it had been Blaine.

"I know. I know. I get it okay, if i want to avoid fights i shouldn't be an asshole." Ash giggled running her fingers through Blaine's curls. Which made Blaine nuzzle into her palm. That always calmed him down. She hated that gel he would use when his parents were around. Apparently it made him look sophisticated, yeah right more like weird. She liked to see his curls free and wild, they were so soft to touch.

"Do you want me to get you some blood to heal that quicker or?"

"Can you just clean it, i'll wait it out. It will vanish in the morning. I'm just glad Nick will be here and Jeff, i have missed them since they're last visit."

"I know. You wouldn't shut up about them two nights ago when you arranged the meet. What will you be doing?"

"Just a friendly chat, maybe go upstairs into the bar/pool and sit with Nick. Watch a movie with the two of them in the upstairs lounge.", Ash frowned. Blaine was lonely. No wonder, how would you like to spend the night with a couple who are in love while you sit there by yourself?, Ash hated seeing him so down.

"I would join you Blaine but if you remember i am going to see what slaves are in and who are arriving. i'll look at their profiles see if i can get any information for you. I think you will need to write me a permission so they don't think i am a rogue." Rogues were slaves who had cheated the government but getting out of slavery.

"I will but be very careful Ash, i mean it. I don't want to lose you okay?", She nodded taking her hand out of his hair.

"So let's get you cleaned up and then you can go do whatever."

"Yes i agree. I think i will go downstairs into my music room for a bit of relaxation, maybe read the novel i have to finish." Ash smiled.

"And what will you be wanting for dinner sir?", Blaine hunched his shoulders, Ash was saying Sir again which ment she was back into maid mode.

"I think i good old fashioned pasta shall do. Your choice." She smiled yet again rubbing Blaine's shoulder before standing up and holding her hand out for Blaine to take. He gladly slotted his hand inbetween Ash's and went to clean up his wounds. He was so lonely, he really couldn't wait till next Friday for the auction. He needed a slave. NOW.

It had been a few hours now and the sobbing from the girl next door had slowly but surely died down. He could tell she was still awake, he had no idea what the time was or how long he had been sleeping but he was sure someone else had been dumped on his opposite side as well. Well at least he had neighbours. He hadn't got much sleep maybe an hour or two, put it this way it was around 11pm he knew that. He had thought the bed would be terribly uncomfortable, don't get it the wrong way its just it had a comfy but not too back earning quality. He sat up slowly, reaching his hand around to pull open the cabinet door; he turned his body to get a better view of the safe combination buttons, typing in the code it clicked open very loudly in fact. He reached in pulling his bag out, opening it and pulling out his ipod; a little music would be soothing. He rolled out the earphones placing them in his ears and tryed to pick a good song. He had just decided on a New Directions cover but flipped the earphones out violently, hurting his ears when he heard a soft knock coming from the right side shutter. He placed his items on the cabinet and reached over, timidly opening the shutter. He was met by the blonde girl from earlier, seeing her in a better state made him frown; she wouldn't be like that for long. She really was beautiful, she had dark brown eyes almost black and a petite facial complexion. They sat staring at each other in silence for about fifteen minutes before she decided to speak up which surprised Kurt as she had been so broken when she had came in but then again who wouldn't?

"D...do you k...know when we get let out of h...here?", Kurt felt sick to the bone. She was so fragile just like Kurt really, she looked worn out and tired. He hated to see her like this even if she was just a stranger he had just met in a fucking slave house.

"I...I got told it was in the morning some time. Did you not get told?", Kurt frowned when she shaked her head. He began to tell her all he had been told.

"We get woken up in the morning and we are trained till 3pm, we have 2 breaks inbetween where we go up the corridor to this courtyard to talk to other slaves. We are fed once a day in the evening. That's all i know" She nodded before sticking her hand through the gap to shake hands with Kurt. Kurt returned the gesture with a smile. There was an awkward silence between the two until she spoke up which surprised Kurt as she had been so lost to start with.

"I'm Rosie.", her accent made Kurt smile, it was musky but it had a certain sweetness to it; you could only really hear it if you listening carefully.

"Kurt"

"Um, where did you come from?" Kurt frowned, it was now 'where did you come from' not 'where are you from'. Lima was no longer his home, it never would be again.

"Lima, Ohio."

"Oh, I'm from Columbia, Virginia." That explained the accent.

They yet again came to an akward silence, neither of them willing to re-start the conversation. They both sat there staring into each others eyes, Kurt's achingly glasz eyes staring into Rosie's. They both seemed so out of place, like they didn't belong in a slave house. I mean neither of them had asked for such a fate but being here in the moment they both realised they could do nothing. Absoulutly nothing. They both felt hopeless and degraded. Just being here made their bones ache and their skin burn to the core. Their hearts thudded against their chests, their cheeks almost scolding. They both had so much in common but were they willing to explore their similarites. Probably not i mean they only had six days in this uncharismatic holding. They wished they could break free but it would be no use to them. Where would they go? Would they live? There was no hope for slaves, that had been Kurt's theory since he fully understood the arrangment. Now he felt he should fight back but staying here and seeing the boy back downstairs from earlier being punished had made him weaker. Kurt looked up when Rosie sighed and began to ask some more questions.

"Did you arrive today?", Kurt nodded his head.

"Yes."

"Oh well i guess we will be getting sold on the same day. So correct me if i'm wrong but you are gay right?" Kurt giggled.

"Yes, is it that obvious?"

"Not really i just have a knack for having a gay-dar." She giggled along with Kurt.

"I take it your being trained by a man? It's just i saw you being pulled along by that man." A look of hurt and discomfort filled Rosie's brown eyes.

"Yes i am. He is rather harsh. He had snapped at me for looking at the ground when he was speaking to me and then slapped me across the face because apparently i wasn't walking properly. He grabbed my hair and dragged me down the hall to throw me in this... pathetic excuse for a room. I can't complain though. Are you being trained by a man?"

"No a woman, for 3 days. Then the last 3 days a man."

"Ah. I know we have just met each other but do you think its possible if we look out for each other during this stay? I mean can we talk during breaks and talk through our rooms every night." Kurt was sure this was a good idea, he would have someone to express his feeling and worries to.

"Of course i like that idea." Rosie grinned and put her hand through the shutter once more to clutch Kurt's right hand.

"Goodnight Kurt. Oh wait whats your surname?"

"Hummel, yours?"

"James. Anyway we both look as if we could use a good night's sleep."

"Yes we do. Goodnight Rosie James." They both giggled.

"Goodnight Kurt Hummel. Sweet dreams." They mutely nodded and closed their shutters. Kurt leaned over collecting his ipod, switching it off, placing it in the bag and locking it in his safe. He was thirsty but he didn't want to waste his water, three relativly small bottles for six days needed to be saved. He pulled the sheet to his neck, curving into the himself like he always did. It had become a habit for him to sleep curled up, kind of like a hedgehog when it was trying to camoflage itself from danger. It started when his mother had died, he had began curling up and crying so no one could see him. I guess it was a comfort to hug himself to sleep, just like his mother had done. He wished she was still around but he didn't really have a family anymore did he? His only new family would be his master. He hoped somewhere in the world the best master would pick him but he wasn't too sure. He was still going to be a brat to him either way. Kurt fell into a peaceful slumber, dreaming of his family; curled into his little body. He was like ice, he tried to keep from breaking but sometimes being ice means you can crack, he hoped it wasn't true for him.

Ash dabbed the disinfectant medical soap into Blaine's cut on his forehead, it would take a while to heal as being Blaine he wanted to have something to show from his fight with Sebastian. Blaine could be smug sometimes. He winced and growled when Ash put paper stitches along the red scolding cut.

"Holy shit Ash that stuff fucking stings." Ash burst out in tears of laughter from seeing Blaine acting so innocent and babyish.

"Oh god Blaine! Your the one who said you didn't want blood, now your going to have a big paper stitched head when Sir Nick and Jeff arrive. Stop being a baby."

"Shut it Compton."

"Ooh using the surname now are we, ha."

"Your lucky i didn't use your full name, then you would be in trouble!"

"Oh really what would you do?" She shrieked when Blaine pushed his arms out to tickle her sides. She rolled about still holding a packet of paper stitches in her hand, she used them to bat at Blaine's hands. They both were in tears of laughter from their playfulness.

"Did you have to do that Blaine, really? Child."

"Oh you love it." Ash laughed and leant over to wrap her arms around Blaine's broad shoulders. He returned the hug breathing into her auburn locks.

"Hey what's brought this on?", She pulled back and looked into his mesmerizing Hazel eyes.

"I just wish you would stop with the fighting. You bring it on yourself Blaine and you know it. You can't be picking fights with anyone when you have your slave. Do you want to terrify him? Blaine he is going to be in a fragile state. You don't know what these places are like, i do. They are horrible Blaine. When your mother got me for you she cleaned me up and helped me relax, you think i was as settled as this when i got bought. No, i had bruises and aching limbs from being pushed around. I know it's not my place to tell you what you should not do and what you should, just please Blaine; please, dont push the boy. I know you have the ball on Sunday and you want him to be in strict formation for you but you don't know how the boy really feels. He could disobey you on purpose to get a rise out of you, watch out for things like that. Try not to be so harsh with him. I will go tomorrow and i will scan every slave and their files to find the perfect one but dont expect me to be grateful or nice to you when you punish him or you boss him around. Don't look at me like that Blaine, i don't want to fall out over this."

Through Ash's speech, Blaine had been silent and taken back on how confident she had been to say those things, she didn't usually speak out of place but he had gotten quite angry at a few parts. She was right it wasn't her place to say anything and it wasn't her place to tell him what to do but he couldn't help but love her anyway. He had had a sad down when she had talked about her slave house time, she didn't usually speak about it. Blaine wanted to know but never pushed for the truth. She was right in some ways, he didn't want to terrify the boy but punishment was a limit he would need to keep him in line. Why was Ash so angry about this?

"Your right Ash it isn't your place but thank you for telling me your feelings anyway but lets make one thing clear. Dont. Tell. Me. How. To. Act. Are we clear?"

"Yes Sir." She probably shouldn't have spoke but there was nothing she could do now, it was out. She stared into Blaine's eyes carefully and gasped when she was brought over Blaine's knee and recieved two harsh spanks to the back of her thighs which she held in her screams from.

"There its okay. That was it. Just don't piss me off again Ash i mean it. I need you to support my descisions okay? I cant have a wild servant too when i'm going to have an unstable slave as well." She nodded into the hug she had been brought into throughout Blaine's talking. She clinged onto him. She didn't cry she just kept nodding her head, it was unusual for Blaine to punish her she had been spanked before but not without being told. She was pissed at Blaine, yes but she couldn't blame him; she could only blame herself. She spoke out of place not Blaine.

"Good now come on, finish this gastly cut." She pulled out of the hug, leaned over, placing the last few stitches on and clearing up. She left the room leaving Blaine to wait for her return. He had punished her for speaking out of term but he still felt guilty, he would make it up to her later on. He couldn't really understand what came over him when he had spanked her, he didn't usually do it; in fact he never did it. He hadn't spanked her ass for a reason, she wasn't his slave only his faithful loyal assistant/servant. He groaned and shrugged, walking over to the mirror and grimacing at the cut. Ash had been right he had provoked Sebastian but maybe he should calm down for a while. He went into the bathroom of the downstairs lounge room washing his hands in the luke warm water with a passion fruit wash, he would never know why Ash picked such a handwash, she bought many kinds for every bathroom. There was three guest bedrooms, three en suite washrooms, a lounge upstairs and downstairs, the downstairs one was situated beside the bar and pool area, the upstairs lounge was near one of the guest bedrooms which would be Nick and Jeff's. He did have a large house but it was comfortable and that was all that mattered to him. Why would he want to do it up with chanderliers and jewels? Comfort was a big thing for Blaine he needed it to relax. He walked out of the bathroom to reveal Ash standing motioning down the hallway to the room he had been in before when he had fought with Sebastian.

"Come on. Come with me." She lead him to the hall and opened the hatch to Blaine's 'sanctuary'. He walked downstairs with Ash and headed for the bedroom with her.

"What are we doing exactly Ash? You know i am gay right?"

"Oh ha ha ha. Your not staying in your suit."

"And why not?"

"Your are not because it is a Friday evening, you are going to change into something more comfortable and your going to relax. You have been on your feet for a few days now and i think you need to be relaxed when Sir Nick and Jeff do arrive." Blaine smiled as he was led over to sit on an ottoman. He watched Ash enter his walk in wardrobe and return with red and grey plaid lounge bottoms and a plain grey tank top. She placed them on the bed and beckoned for Blaine to come over. He stood up and went to her side. She began unbuttoning his blazer making sure not to crease any part. She took it off and placed it over the bed.

"Why are you undressing me Miss Compton?"

"Are you complaining Lord Blaine E. Anderson?"

"Ooh middle name initial added and no carry on." She unbuttoned his shirt and again made sure not to crease, folding it with the blazer. She put the tank top in Blaines hands motioning for him to put it on, she straightened it across his chest so it didn't show his nipples. She turned around.

"Take off your pants and then put on the ones i put out." She listened as Blaine pulled off the pants to put on the plaid ones. She had picked them because they were cashmere and would be comfy for Blaine to go around the house in. She finished her night when Blaine did but he often gave her the nights off.

"There done." She smiled and collected all off Blaine's clothes from today, placing them neatly into the hands of a servant at the door; She had called for one earlier to be on hand. They had installed a box device near Blaine's door to call for servants and any other of the people who worked for Blaine. It was easier this way. The servants were never aloud in any of the rooms, only the halls and they had to leave immediently; Blaine didnt like servants snooping around his private rooms. She turned round at the sound of Blaine's now mellow voice.

"You can have the night off Ash. Go do what you like, you can even join me in my music room. I could do with someone critising my music."

"Do you wan't me to get you something to eat first?

"No that's quite alright, i'll get it. Tell the others to take the night off and go back down to their cabins." Blaine had requested for cabins to be situated down the side of his house a good walk away but he had wanted his servants to have somewhere adequate to sleep and stay. Ash had gotten a room just outside the house as he wanted her close to him incase he needed her. It was just basic cabins with one bedroom, a washroom, a kitchen and small lounge. Nothing fancy. The servants often gathered together for food at Ash's before going to their own cabins, it was a chance to catch up and gossip. He didn't bother to count his servants, he knew there was enough. He had at least two cooks, three maids and other servants. His cooks were amazing, their food was delightful and Blaine relished the thought, they did however tend to mess up the blood dosage he wanted. Getting the wrong type and the wrong measurement, he often just drank it anyway but it still pissed him off.

"Thank you Sir. I'll go tell them now. I think we are having a stew for our meals tonight so do you wish for me to leave you a plate?"

"Ash. No i am fine. Go." She nodded and hugged Blaine a goodbye for the night. He stretched and headed along the hallway after Ash had left, he climbed the stairs out of his private rooms and headed for the kitchen. He pulled open the large fridge, pulling out a slab of steak and setting up to cook it. He was an animal really. He spiced and prepared it, waiting for it to cook. He badly wanted someone to make dinner for and to snuggle up with every night but as much as he wanted to have that life it wasn't as simple. Sometimes he hated being a demon, every human was terrified of him, even some demons were scared of him. He was a monster, he was stuck in a monsters body. He knows that Ash can see through the monster but could his new slave? He desperatly wanted to find the right one. He had to be perfect, he hoped that whoever it was would grow to love him. He hoped he could marry the boy someday, to just move away from Demonic and leave his title as 'Lord of Demonic' and run away with the one he loved. Someday. Someday it would happen but he was like fire. Someday he would come out of his shell and show love. He just didn't know when.