Chapter 9

Acquaintances

Kurt blinked his eyes open, trying to adjust to the darkness of the room; his head felt weighted. When trying to lift his head Kurt groaned at the awkward feeling when the pillow beneath him held a possession. He rotated his head side to side glancing around himself, trying to find some recognition of his surroundings but saw none. When looking around his facial expression turned taut, he desperately wanted to know where he was. When Kurt had realised he was on a bed, he frantically began twisting in the sheets.

Where am i?

Kurt abruptly stopped squirming and let himself take in his surroundings before letting himself take a breath. Wherever he was, it certainly wasn't the slave house; definitely not, it was too expensive looking to be that place. Kurt was puzzled, he couldn't remember anything from the day before; only the day before the auction. His eyes grew wider and his mouth opened in an 'o' shape. It suddenly hit Kurt, this was his master's bedroom. Kurt began to squirm yet again, yelping when he slid off the bed and landed with soft thump on the rug beside the bed; a rather soft rug. Composing himself he ran his hand down his legs and jumped, when had he been changed? His clothes were not of the rough material from before but soft cashmere pyjamas, his own in fact. Furrowing his brows, Kurt took in his surroundings yet again but this time rose from the floor and walked around the room.

The cold, smooth wooden floor sent tingles through his toes as he softly tip-toed around the oversized bedroom. It looked fit for a king, this one room was like a palace behind Kurt's eyes. Everything from the floor, middle ground and background looks extraordinary; the finest of fabrics such as the velvet curtains or the silk bedsheets with fur throws. It was indeed dark, it didn't exactly faze him as there were some reds and golds which made the room seem less dull. It was definitely furbished and designed from the comfort aspect, the bed stood out amongst all the décor; it had black satin sheets, it was a cocoon of pillows and fur throws (most of the pillows and throws were browns, golds and red). After inspecting the bedroom, Kurt moved himself into the bathroom, smiling at the sudden change from dark to light. It seemed more of a stress-free area, a place to cool down in a warm bath at the end of the day.

Kurt's eyes widened further when he heard a soft knock at the door and the slow turning of the door knob. He raced out of the bathroom, jumping into the bed and throwing the sheets and duvet over his body once more. He kept his eyes firmly closed, listening to the sound of dainty footsteps littering the floor. Trying to keep his breathing on an average level was proving to be a struggle until he heard a female voice, making him gasp and cough a few times.

"I know you're awake."

After calming himself, Kurt slowly opened his eyes to reveal an auburn haired girl with green eyes. She smiles at him, trying to keep him calm. All that Kurt was thinking about was - had he been bought by a woman?

"Are you just going to stare at me or are you going to talk?"

"Uhh..um...Was i bought by a woman?"

"What? Oh you mean me? No, no. I'm just your master's friend and trusty servant."

"Oh."

"So, you're Kurt Hummel. I'm Ash Compton."

"Yeah that's me, nice to meet you." , Kurt sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, to dampen the dryness. Where was his so called master? Who was his so called master?

"I'm guessing you're a little confused right now? Well that's why i'm here. Your master wanted me to explain a few things before you meet him, he's incredibly anxious about meeting you; mainly because he doesn't know how you will react in your...situation."

"Okay, tell me about him."

"Well to start he is called Blaine Anderson, Lord Blaine Anderson of Demonic an-", Kurt cut her off with a gasp.

"Demonic? As in demon demonic?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

"I..i was told about it."

"Ah well yes, your master is a demon. A very powerful, high in the higher anarchy demon. He rules over Demonic."

"Oh."

"Other than... that. I need to explain a few things to you before you meet him and get to know him for yourself. Blaine requires a lot from you, as his slave. I don't know if you know this or not but because Blaine is a demon, he needs to feed."

"Feed?"

"He requires you to feed him."

"With a fork and knife? Why can't he do that himself?", Ash held in her laugh at Kurt's obliviousness and innocence.

"No, not with a fork and knife. He requires you to let him take your blood."

"What!? No way, no no no i refuse."

"I'm afraid its not up for discussion. He needs blood to live, he has been living on blood bags all his life. When a demon purchases a slave, they then begin to feed from them. It wont kill you, he wont kill you. It would only be a pint of your blood."

"Would he have to bite me, like a vampire?"

"Oh please don't say that around him, he will flip out. Never compare a demon to a vampire, they despise each other. I guess it is like a vampire, feeding from your body but demons have much sharper teeth and are more ferocious."

Kurt blinked, his mouth opening slightly in disbelief. Some demon was going to be slicing into his skin with razor sharp teeth and taking all they could get. This had to be some sort of joke or prank, he had to be being punk'd. He stared into Ash's eyes, when realising she was being serious he began stuttering and shaking. No this couldn't be happening. She grabbed his arms and held him close, whispering that it was okay in his ear. No it wasn't okay, what the hell was going on?

"Kurt, i need you to calm down. Please, shh its okay.", she stroked his hair back and held him to her chest. She had expected him to react in confusion and a little bit of fright but not to the extent of shaking and freaking out. After a few minutes of shaking, Kurt began to calm himself and Ash slowly pushed him back out of her hold, stroking his cheek and giving a look of pity.

"I'm sorry that it seems so frightening, its not really, just a bit different from your usual lifestyle; i'm guessing."

"You got that right. Will it hurt?"

"It can, but only if you struggle and tense. Just relax, it may be hard at first but Blaine will understand."

"When is he going to do it?"

"Ah, well that's another thing i need to talk to you about. He would require your blood once a week, give or take a little. He will feed from you tomorrow night, before the ball."

"The ball?"

"Tomorrow is the demon ball that his parents have organised. You will be travelling tonight, and all day tomorrow at his parents house you will be trained on how to act on Blaine's terms."

"Fine.", Kurt grumbled.

"Your case and bag are over by the wardrobe. Change into something you are comfortable in and i will come fetch you to show you around and then you will come and meet Blaine."

Kurt watched as she left the room, smiling softly at him before closing the door. She didn't seem too bad, just a little bossy or was it because she was just obeying orders? Kurt shrugged and swung his legs out from underneath the sheets, this time standing up and not falling down. He tip-toed towards the wardrobe where his case and bag were sitting, he groaned and bent down, wincing as his pyjama bottoms stretched along his still sore butt. When pulling his duffel bag down to the floor a note skidded along the floor, making a quick grab to get it Kurt read the few words.

'Hello, its Ash. By now you have met me, you have probably realised you are wearing your own pyjamas. Don't worry i didn't remove your underwear, just the horrid slave clothes. I hope you don't mind.'

He smiled softly, opening the duffel bag and reaching his hand inside to pull out his private belongings. Smiling when he saw the beautiful face belonging to his birth mother, he stroked his fingers over it carefully. He missed her, there was no denying that. After looking through his belongings and plugging his iPod into charge at the socket by the bedside table, Kurt opened his case, pulling out knee length cashmere sweat pants and a white t-shirt with red stripes. He sighed before running over with his clothes and some of his products and slipping into the bathroom. He hoped this acquaintance went well because he could feel his bitchiness side getting ready to play. He didn't want to make a bad impression to the guy but if it was needed he would stand his ground.

"I talked to him.", Blaine raised his head to stare into Ash's eyes. He sighed, dropping the pen he was writing with and running his hands over his face and neck.

"How was he? Did he seem happy? Sad?"

"Personally, he seemed calm but when i mentioned the bl-", Blaine held his hand up and groaned before questioning her.

"The blood thing? Am i right or not?"

"You're right. He just freaked out when i mentioned it, i calmed him down though."

"What's he like?"

"He is lovely, he seems sweet and kind but i can see the fire in his eyes. Which i think will be a problem."

"Well, if he didn't have fire; he would not be mine, now would he?", Ash smirked and slapped him lightly on the cheek before shrugging and explaining to him that she would take Kurt around first and then bring him to him. Blaine was anxious but was excited to see him, to really speak with him and get to know him. He clasped his hand's on the table in front of him and exhaled slowly, the boy's smell was intoxicating; he could smell it from his chambers, wafting the scent through the entire building. He restrained himself from growling in pleasure, he couldn't wait to taste him; an AB. He never thought in his wildest dreams he would own an AB human, a beautiful intoxicating young boy with fire in his soul. Oh this would be fun indeed.

Kurt had trailed behind Ash every step of the way when being shown around, the place was amazing. Just like the downstairs 'chambers', which is what Ash had called it. The place was extravagant with beautiful décor and spacious rooms, Kurt tried to contain his excitement upon seeing the kitchen; he would have died to get a kitchen like that, there was much more equipment and a much larger fridge for storing snacks. He had of course asked Ash if demons ate ordinary food, Ash had been quick to reply with a simple 'yes'. He was now being taken doing a corridor where they both stopped outside the final door near the end.

"He is in there. Go on, go and say hi."

"Wait!", Ash ran off out of the corridor and into the entrance of the house. He bit his lip and raised his hand to knock the door but hesitated, bringing his hand down to his side. What was he supposed to do? Knock and wait? or just walk in? Kurt had no clue, he awkwardly balanced on the balls of his feet before gasping when the door was yanked open to reveal a slightly shorter man but a much buffer man, with golden mixed with hazel eyes and dark curly hair; short but tamed. He was dressed in a put together manner, standing straight and almost looked tense; his beautiful eyes stared into Kurt's in shock. He opened his mouth but closed it again and smiled at Kurt. Kurt just kept on staring, not returning the smile but standing open mouthed. To say this man had taken Kurt's breath away would be an understatement, the man had not only stunned him with his stunning beauty but captivated him in a way that was dominant but reassuring. Kurt tried not to get his hopes up, i mean this guy could turn out to be a total douche bag after all, right?

Kurt watched as thee Blaine Anderson motioned for him to come in and sit on the seat across the desk, he was puzzled as to why no words had been exchanged. He carefully made his way into the room, sitting down on the chair; luckily it was soft or he would be hissing or wincing from his wounds. He sat in silence, listening to the movement of his master. He jumped slightly when finally noticing him sit down across from him.

Blaine smiled yet again, just like he had at the door but yet again he got no response. He figured the boy was nervous and didn't know what to do in the situation. Deciding to break the silence, Blaine clasped his hands on the desk; watching as Kurt stared into the desk himself.

"Look at me."

Kurt's eyes widened at the simple order, he furrowed his brows but looked up into his eyes, waiting for him to continue.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. Don't look so nervous and frightened, i can practically smell your feelings.", Blaine continued to stare into the beautiful eyes of Kurt Hummel, he really wanted to hear his voice.

"My name is Blaine but i guess that my servant already told you this."

Kurt nodded, unsure about speaking. Usually he could never be shut up but Blaine had cleared his head of thoughts and words. He could not form a simple sentence until Blaine had sat there staring into his eyes as if waiting for him to speak. He licked his lips and spoke.

"She did.", Blaine smiled warmly at Kurt. His voice was just as mesmerising as his looks, it was incredibly angelic and it suited him well. He wondered if he would have a beautiful singing voice.

"Good. Well i would like to go over some rules first and then i would enjoy to get to know you, Kurt."

"Okay."

"Okay then. These rules will be for outside the premises and inside.", Kurt nodded refraining from groaning, he didn't want rules.

"Rule number 1 - When outside the premises, during events or casual outings, i expect you to refer to me as Master. At all times.

Rule number 2 - Don't under any circumstances be rude to me, Ash, my parents or any other demons. It can get you in serious trouble, i don't want you getting hurt.

Rule number 3 - Do not leave this house without my permission, do not leave my side without permission and never go off alone.

Rule number 4 - You will provide your blood every week for my feeding needs, i require it to live and i will not be denied it. Every week you will let me feed from your neck or anywhere else you prefer.

Rule number 5 - You are a slave, not a master. Never think you can rule me, i rule over this place and i can never be undermined in front of my people.

Rule number 6 - On outings, you shall wear a collar with my name scribed on the front. It will be leather and is never to be taken off when outside this premises, unless you are in my parents house but around others it must be one.

Rule number 7 - I will have to mark you, the bite should be fine for tomorrow night's event but in circumstances when around other demons i will mark you with a love bite or something similar.

Rule number 8 - When being punished you shall speak when spoken to and must apologise after the punishment is over. I expect you to be a good boy and not act up but in those circumstances that is what you must do.

Rule number 9 - Never refrain from telling me your worries, concerns or things that are bothering you. I want you to be as happy as you can be here, i will never not listen to you unless in a circumstance where i cant or if you are being punished.

Rule number 10 - Stay away from any other supernatural creatures, especially Demon's. There is a couple i will permit you to talk with but other than that stay away. You will have friends.

Rule number 11 - Try to enjoy yourself, i know this must be hard to come to terms with and i will back off and give you space when you most need it. More importantly i will be a friend to you just as well as your master.

Rule number 12 - I am new to this as well, so please take it easy with me too. I don't want to have to jump into things but because of tomorrow nights events i need to."

Kurt nodded once Blaine had finished, there were a few of the rules he disliked but was willing to put up with them. Blaine seemed just as nervous as he does feel, it made him slightly better knowing that he wasn't the only one having troubles with this.

"Do you have any questions?"

"Yes. Um.. You're not going to hurt me, right?"

"No. Never, i'd never intentionally harm you. I want you to become comfortable with me, i wont hurt you Kurt."

"Okay, when you say i will have friends, what do you mean? because frankly, i have no friends i lost them all. Including Ro-", Kurt stopped himself and stared at his hands. Blaine didn't need to know about Rosie or Xavier.

"I mean that, my best friend who has a slave called Jeff. Has been feeling slightly alone, he wants to talk to someone else for a change. He is excited to meet you in particular. As for the two slaves you met in captivity, yes before you ask, i know about them. I also have contacts with both of their master and mistress. We will talk about that later, any more questions?"

"Punishments."

"Hmm?"

"What punishments are there?"

"Well the main one would be a spanking, it's not a kinky sort of thing, its punishment and a demons hand is a lot more painful. Just a little warning. There will also be time outs and other things when we are more comfortable with one another."

"Okay,that's all."

"Good, its still early. Why don't we get you something to eat, i expect you haven't ate in a while?", Kurt shook his head, realising just how hungry he was. Real food would be nice. Blaine stood up and motioned for Kurt to follow him. Blaine seemed okay, he wasn't the most amazing man on the planet but Kurt didn't know him enough yet to make that assumption.

Blaine smiled when Kurt followed him, Kurt seemed fragile and he would have to be careful with him. He had got what Ash had meant about the fire look in his eyes, as beautiful as his eyes are; the hint of friskiness and anger is still there. Kurt himself would have to be careful with the attitude he so desperately tried to cover in the office but other than that, Kurt was perfect.

He smiled when Blaine had placed a goat cheese salad on the breakfast bar, he had asked for something light as he didn't think he could stomach a large oily meal. Blaine had been quick on ordering Ash to ask the chef to prepare two goat's cheese salads with a glass of water for Kurt and a glass of strong whisky for himself. Once both of them were seated, Kurt took in the breeze from the outdoors, letting himself breathe it in like it was the first time he had breathed in fresh air in a long time.

"I thought it would be nice to sit out here at the bar, the dining room is way back within the house and i only use it for dinner guests. Its a nice day and i thought you could do with some fresh air. It's also nice to be beside the pool."

"Thank you.", he didn't really know why he was thanking Blaine. The only thing he could think of was that he had gotten him out of that dreaded slave house.

"You're welcome but what for?"

"Just for getting me out of there, i guess."

Blaine frowned, he wanted to question Kurt about the slave house and its conditions but didn't want to put too much pressure on the boy while it was still early days. He had also noticed the wincing every time he sat down.

"Ahh well let's not talk about that for a while. Although i do want to ask you why you are wincing every time you sit down?", Blaine watched as Kurt slightly choked on his salad, taking a sip of his water and trying to stop his choking.

"Um..*cough* i..um..It's from punishment."

"Elaborate."

"I got punished. I got paddled."

"What?"

"I.. my trainer paddled me in the punishment area. 5 times with his hand, 20 with the paddle and 5 more with his hand. 30 in total."

To say Blaine was furious would be an understatement, who would want to mar such a beautiful creature like that. He gritted his teeth, clenching his fork a little too firm making the metal slightly bend. He dropped the fork and stared into Kurt's eyes who was biting his lip and shivering with fear.

"Hey, shh it's okay. Why did he do that?"

"I spoke my mind without thinking. He wanted me to crawl by his side all day after stretching me with rope, he said he wanted me to have perfect posture but i blurted out a blunt comment and he grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to.. well you get the picture."

"Oh, well just know i wont ever do that to you and you will never be asked to crawl and i wont stretch you out of your skin.", Blaine felt sorry for him, anyone would slip up in that situation, he now understood why Ash hated talking about her time in the slave house. It seemed awful. Blaine picked up his fork and began eating his salad once more, taking a sip of whisky every couple of minutes. Goat's cheese was dry but tasted good with its sides. He watched as Kurt ate his and drank his own choice of beverage, he smiled when Kurt lifted his head and this time, for the first time ever; Kurt smiled back.

After a few more minutes of eating, once the bar table was cleaned, Blaine sat back and smiled. Yet again he smiled, he couldn't contain his smiles around Kurt, it was as if he lit up the room. He was not doing it intentionally but Kurt just seemed to make Blaine happy, no matter what he said or done.

"So, tell me about yourself. Tell me what Kurt Hummel's interests are, what he enjoys doing. The real you."

"Well, i like music, i was in my high school's glee club... The New Directions. We only even won Sectional's and Regional's but we only ever got to National's and then it got ruined when my idiot step brother and his ex made out on stage. "

"Ooh scandal. So you like music? Do you sing? Play any instruments?"

"I sing and i play a little piano. My mom taught me a lot before she died."

"Oh, i'm sorry to hear that. I sing and play a few instruments, in fact i have a music room in my chambers. You probably seen the room when walking to the stairs."

"Yeah, i did."

"What else?"

"I used to help out in my dad's tire shop. It was not really an enjoyment but it was nice to get close to my dad in some way. After my mom died, it was hard for us to communicate. We got there, he remarried my crushes mom...Don't ask. Well he is now just my step brother but i was an only child, so getting a brother felt good. What about you? Any siblings?"

"Ah, i have my brother, Cooper. He is in his thirties."

"Oh, what age are you?"

"I'm nearly 25."

"Oh."

"I believe you are 17? It says so in your file. You turned 17, a week ago?"

"Yes."

"We have a lot to talk about, regarding all this stuff but i would like to wait until we are back from my parents house on Monday evening. We will go on from there. As i said before i want you to be comfortable with me."

Kurt smiled, rising from his seat and moved around to stand in front of Blaine. Blaine raised his eyes and stared in confusion, jumping slightly when Kurt wrapped his arms around his neck; hugging him, a little unsure but meaningful. His eyes widened, he had never been hugged with such warmth and carefulness; he sighed, wrapping his own arms around Kurt's waist, pulling him close and breathing in his scent as he nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck. Maybe everything would go smoothly after all.