Room 23 looked just like all the other rooms, rich deep colours on exquisite materials with not even a wrinkle in the plush bed sheets. Blaine paced around the room, occasionally straightening his key card on the dressing table or rearranging the bottles of perfume and the alcohol on the drinks cabinet. He'd opened a window, then closed it again then unfurled the drapes on the poster bed only to tie them back again, anything to stop him from thinking too hard about what was about to happen. He didn't even want to think about what he'd need to do after this; it would only give him a headache since he had no way of checking the files relating to Kurt from his stay and now from his imprisonment here.

It wasn't as easy as shouting from the rooftops that he was the Governor and demanding that his word be obeyed. If Hunter could produce proof that Kurt belonged to him, Blaine wouldn't have a leg to stand on in the eyes of the court. If he wanted to buy Kurt from Hunter, he'd make sure to squeeze every penny from Blaine. Blaine could call his father, but he didn't want to be seen to be running back to his father when the situation got tough; he already fought hard enough to prove his worth with the other Governors in the state.

Blaine stopped by the window, licking his fangs to force them back, noticing a grey tinge to his skin. All this worry was causing his body to work harder, using up the blood he'd had only an hour ago and he'd taken this room not wanting to drink Kurt's blood, but he was starting to worry that he wouldn't be able to resist it in his presence.

Wes had given him a list of questions to ask Kurt while Hunter had ordered his men about to prepare Kurt. If Blaine could get the right answers, he could carry Kurt away from this world tonight, but if Hunter was drugging him as strongly as he hinted then that would be difficult. Blaine wondered what Kurt's blood would be like without the drug, it was true that the drug was developed to not affect the taste or give any of the side effects to the recipient of the blood, but sometimes, some vampires could tell the difference, a slight bitterness in the blood. With the drug being developed for humans and not pixies, could it affect Kurt's blood in a different way?

Blaine stepped over to the bed and placed his mobile on the bed side table, his fingertips reaching out again to set the recorder, black out the screen then straightening it out along with the glass of water he'd poured and the lamp. Blaine checked his watch once more then removed his jacket and tie, finding his normally comfortable attire strangely suffocating.

A knock to the door sounded before it slipped open, Hunter stepping through still with that smug glint in his smile and a black leather leash in his hand. Blaine held his breath as Hunter stepped aside to allow Kurt to step through on all fours, still wearing nothing except the collar and blindfold, his cheeks were rosier then before and as Blaine allowed his eyes to roam the lithe figure before him he found the source of Kurt's blush; peeking out between his firm butt cheeks poked a butt plug, already sunk deep into his ass, which had Blaine, guiltily, licking his lips.

There was a slight shake in his limbs as if struggling to keep himself up on his hands and knees while Hunter tugged him along then tapped him on the thigh with the point of his shoe. Without a sound, Kurt pushed himself onto his knees and sat up straight, back rigid with his hands on his thighs but his head lowered. Through the rise in his chest, Blaine could tell something wasn't right, regardless of how quiet he was, he was breathing too harshly, too fast.

"Is he alright?" Blaine asked.

"He's fine, we just gave him a high dosage so he's still working through the effects. He'll be fine in a few minutes." Hunter handed Blaine the leash, "There you go, he's all yours. Just leave him cuffed to the bed when you're done. You will be able to remove his blindfold, with the dosage we've given him he won't be able to conjure anything, but that's up to you. I know you saw the plug but just to remind you, no penetration; you can do pretty much anything else you want but that's prohibited."

"I get it." Blaine forced out, his urge to punch Hunter heightened.

Hunter smiled, patting Blaine on the back, "Enjoy. Come out when you're ready." Hunter headed to the door, "Oh and don't worry about the cost, this one's on me."

Blaine sucked in his fangs until Hunter shut the door behind him. Growling at the door with fully extended fangs, Blaine dropped the leash only just spotting the slight jump in Kurt's shoulders while he stepped over to the door and locked it. This was it, he thought as he turned to watch Kurt sit perfectly still, his back so straight it had to be hurting him, his head lowered against his chest and his hands laid flat against his thighs. He was perfect, he was everything someone would want in a human, but Blaine still missed that flicker of something in those eyes when he first saw him.

Walking back over, he sat down on the bed and reached out his hand, hesitating once before cupping Kurt's chin and raising his head. His lips were slightly parted in the suspense of not knowing what was to come and Blaine wondered how many vampires had been enticed just by that look, even Blaine found his thumb rubbing against that plump lower lip, his breath hitching at the pink tongue that darts out to lick his lips.

Tentatively, Blaine crept his hands over Kurt's cheeks, his fingertips warming over his blush and slipped his fingers under the sling of the blindfold and slowly lifted it off his closed eyes and over his now coiffed hair. He placed the blindfold on the bed side table then turned back to Kurt, sighing sadly as he noticed Kurt's still closed eyes. Blaine knew just by that, that Kurt had been trained hard in the last two weeks, afraid to now make the slightest mistake or do anything which could be against the wishes of his customer.

Resting a hand back on Kurt's cheek, brushing his thumb against his warm cheek, Blaine used a soft, quiet voice to speak to him, and a large part of Blaine hoped Kurt would recognise him the moment his opened his eyes.

"Kurt. Open your eyes."

Blaine's heart sunk when grey, clouded eyes met his, distant and with no recognition. Blaine didn't know what Kurt was staring at, but it wasn't him, nor was it anything else in the room. Stroking Kurt's cheek, Blaine tried to get him to look at him, moving into his line of sight and just when he thought Kurt was too lost to find, those grey, misty eyes sought him out, locking eyes with him to which Blaine couldn't help but give him a tooth-filled grin.

"Hey. There you are. Do you know who I am?" Blaine asked, ever hopeful.

He watched Kurt's eyes move from his to look over his form then slowly rise back up to greet him again. Kurt licked his lips before his spoke.

"You're my master for tonight. I'm here to sooth your hunger and give you whatever it is you need."

The line was rehearsed and thrown out over and over again, Blaine could tell, but worse of all, Kurt didn't seem to recognised him, but Blaine wasn't giving up.

"No, we met before, remember? At the blood party? It was two weeks ago." Blaine tried to help.

Kurt frowned, his body swaying slightly as he fought against the drug to clear his mind, but he shook his head lowering his gaze, ashamed, "I'm sorry, master. I don't remember."

Blaine cupped Kurt's chin again, raising his head, "Hey, it's okay, it's not you, it's the drug. Do you remember anything about what happened before you ended up here?"

Kurt looked to Blaine as he thought hard, his lips pursed and his forehead creased, but eventually he just shook his head, tears in his eyes, "Please forgive me, master. Maybe, maybe if I serve you, I can better please you."

Kurt's hand flew up to Blaine's thigh, sliding up and squeezing, his thumb barely an inch from his crotch, while he crept his body close, in between Blaine's thighs and placed his other hand on Blaine chest while tilting his head to the side to stretch out his slim, pale neck, "Please master, drink your fill of me."

Fangs glistened as they protruded past his top lip, piercing his lower lip which Blaine lapped away but only serving to remind his body of how much he wanted what was being offered to him. His pupils dilated and he could feel the desire to sink into that neck race through every inch of his body. He felt like a rogue, deprived of blood for too long, now desperate to taste even just a drop, not caring for the state he'd leave his victim in.

Leaning forward, Blaine ran a hand around Kurt's neck, pulling him closer and letting his lips remember the soft touch of Kurt's skin. Just a little taste. Hunter would find it suspicious if Kurt didn't have a mark on him, wouldn't he? But Kurt could heal himself, so would Hunter even be expecting to see the puncture wounds. Kurt's lips lifted to Blaine's ear, a thrill rushing through him at the warm breath washing over his cool skin.

"They're watching us."

Blaine tried to pull away but a hand snuck around his neck, holding him down over Kurt's pulse. He was in shock, Kurt's voice was so clear, so strong, but how?

"Kurt?"

"Bite me, now." Kurt almost hissed.

Hesitating for a moment, Blaine gave into his urges, clamping his lips down on the pulse and letting his fangs fully extend into that tender flesh. Kurt's cry was of pleasure and need, his head leaning back into Blaine's supportive hand as he gave his body over to the vampire, letting him take what he wanted. Blaine tugged on Kurt's neck, pulling him closer so he could sink deeper, his other hand wrapping around his tiny waist to press the naked boy against him. His hand itched to creep lower but he wouldn't allow it, wouldn't take advantage of Kurt.

With the first taste of Kurt's blood sliding down his throat, Blaine wanted more and guilt assaulted his mind as he gave into that primitive need, dragging out the blood in a steady stream. Kurt's moans of ecstasy didn't help to stop him from taking more. The way Kurt's body moulded to him, the way he threw his head back with cries of joy or the way Kurt's hands gripped his biceps and squeezed in time with Blaine's every needy take of blood. Everything about Kurt's body was telling him to continue, and for a moment Blaine considered if he reacted like this with the other vampires, and if so, how were they ever able to stop partaking in such pleasures.

With a deep intake of air, Blaine wrenched his teeth from Kurt's now red and bruised neck, letting his tongue lap away at the blood seeping from the wounds. He could feel the ache in his fangs to dive back in but with a restraint he didn't know he had he pulled back, wanting to check on Kurt. What he got was a vision of beauty, pink lips matched with a rosy tinge to his cheeks against porcelain smooth skin, framed with highlighted chestnut brown hair with sparkling bright blue eyes.

Blaine's eyes widened, his hand reaching up to grip Kurt's head, forcing him to look at him, but before he could utter a word, Kurt's eyes dimmed back to the cloudy grey they were before. Blaine's heart sunk.

"Kurt?" He whispered, desperate to see that spark in those eyes again.

Kurt smiled brightly, "I like that name, master. Is that the name you'll call me when you visit again? You were very thirsty."

He sighed heavily, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to suppress the anger he was feeling. Once he opened his eyes again, he smiled back at Kurt, "I think that name suits you perfectly. I will come back again, and when I do, I'll take you away from here."

Kurt bit his lip with a smile, "You're not the only one who wants to take me away." Kurt hand slid to Blaine crotch with a teasing rub, "Is there anything else I can do for you, master?"

Blaine was swift to move Kurt's hand away, suddenly aware of how hard he'd become from drinking Kurt's blood and having his naked form so close to him.

"No, Kurt. You've done enough."

Kurt smiled, and Blaine wanted nothing more than to always see that smile, "Okay, master. I liked it when you drank from me, it made me feel so good. Please come again soon."

"I will."

Blaine watched as Kurt crawled around to climb onto the bed, and what a seductive sight it was. Laying down on his back, Kurt lifted both arms above his head and turned that smile to Blaine once more.

"Master has to handcuff me now, if he's done with me."

Blaine took a deep breath as Kurt licked his lips, reaching over and quickly handcuffing Kurt to the headboard, his hands wandering down his arms, fingers counting off each rib at his sides but quickly moving his hands away as Kurt moaned and arched his body off the bed. Standing up, Blaine moved to the dressing table, replacing his tie and jacket while trying to collect himself. He was both enamoured with the pixie and furious with Hunter for what he's turned Kurt into. He just hoped when he got Kurt out of here, he could return him to his former glory.

Stepping over to the bed side table, he picked up his phone and turned the recorder off, all the while aware of the dull eyes watching him. Leaning over, Blaine pressed a tender kiss to Kurt's forehead, thumb stroking his cheek as he allowed himself to admire the beauty he was going to leave behind. There was no point asking Kurt any selection of questions from the long list Wes had given him, not while he was this lost.

"Take care, Kurt."

"Be safe, my master."

Blaine glanced to the wounds on his neck, frowning when there was no sign of healing, "Why don't you go ahead and heal those wounds?"

Kurt blinked in confusion then shook his head, "I can't, master. But it's alright, they'll go away soon."

Blaine's frown only deepened as he stood tall, contemplating what that meant. Shrugging it off for now, Blaine opened the door, glancing back to Kurt once more before leaving the room and shutting the door behind him. He leant against the door to gather his thoughts, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths, but with his fangs slipping past his bottom lip, he was obviously failing. On feet as fast as lightning, Blaine disappeared from sight.

Wes placed Hunter's files back in the binder, folding his photocopies of them into his inside jacket pocket. He was trying very hard to contain his fury at Hunter's sneaky ways at concealing Kurt from him, but knew better than to rattle the man he was forced to work very closely with.

"Could you email me those files I asked for, please?"

"Sure, I'll do it first thing in the morning."

Hunter turned to his computer only to have his files and loose sheets explode around him, while he found himself lifted off his feet and thrown against a window, the glass fracturing behind him.

"Blaine!" Wes, cried out, as his friend came into view.

Blaine bared his fangs at Wes, still holding Hunter off his feet, "Stay out of this, Wes!"

"Disappointed with my merchandise, Blaine?" Hunter choked out, wrapping his own hand around Blaine's wrist, trying to push his hand away from his throat where it was lodged.

Blaine growled at Hunter, "How much of that drug have you given him?"

"Enough."

Hunter choked and groaned in pain as Blaine pulled him forward and slammed him back into the glass, the cracks splintering off all around him, "He can't even remember his name!"

"He's a pixie! You'd end up slitting your own throat with one of his incantations if I didn't drug him!" Hunter tried to explain, his own fangs extended in challenge to Blaine's.

"He shouldn't even be here." Blaine's voice rumbled deep in his throat and around the room.

"Prove it." Hunter cocked his head, smiling when he saw Blaine's eyes shift to the side in pursuit of Wes, "You can't. Wes and I have been through the paperwork. As far as a court is concerned, I own him and have the right to do with him as I please."

Blaine shot a glance to Wes who had come round to place a delicate hand on his shoulder, "He's right, Blaine. Let him go, I'll explain everything later."

Blaine wanted to tear his head off, toss his body on the city boarders and leave his body for the werewolves, but instead, he slowly lowered Hunter to the ground, fragments of glass falling around him. Wes ushered Blaine away, bidding his farewells to Hunter but Blaine paused when he reached for the door handle, glaring at Hunter.

"If anything happens to him..."

"He's worth too much money to me for anything to happen, Governor." Blaine growls at the hiss Hunter puts on his title.

Wes pushed Blaine out of the room, leading him through the manor and out onto the pebble path where Jeff, David and Thad were waiting. Blaine leant in to speak to Wes, but was pushed ahead by him with a growled, "Not now."

Jeff ducked his head when he saw the look on Blaine's face, rushing round the driver's side and starting the car. Thad took the passenger side after giving Wes a concerned look, while David helped Blaine into the back with a cautious hand on his back. Once Wes slammed the door shut after him, Jeff drove the car off the grounds, the automatic gates opening and closing around them.

Blaine chewed on his lower lip with his fang as he glared out of the tinted windows, a hand fisted in his hair as he leant on the arm rest. David nudged Wes to get his attention.

"What happened?"

Wes shook his head, "We found what we were looking for. How'd it go for you three?"

"Everything added up and if there was a discrepancy with any of our figures, the guards on duty were able to relay the relevant documents for us." David glanced to Blaine, shifting in his seat when he spoke to Wes again, "What did you find?"

"He's got a pixie... well, half human, half pixie. Remember the blood bag we had at our Warbler reunion party two weeks ago that Blaine and I had to ourselves?" Wes continued when he got a nod from David, "That's who Hunter has up there."

"But... wasn't he part of that human tribe?" Thad piped up, turning in his seat to talk to them.

"Yeah, Nick said he spoke to that pixie and they were just passing through." Jeff spoke, switching his gaze from the road ahead to the rear view mirror.

"That's what I have on file. In fact, my file states that the pixie left with them." Wes huffed, glancing to Blaine with worry.

"How's that possible?" David asked.

"Hunter must've caught something then forced him to sign the relevant paperwork. Hunter wanted to hide him from me until he had all his own paperwork tightly worked out. The pixie even has a different name; to all intensive purposes, the pixie we had at our party and the one at that manor are two different people. He knew I wouldn't go looking for someone who had technically left with his tribe."

"Why haven't the other humans tried to contact you?" Thad asked, knowing of Wes' trait to hand out his work phone to every human who passed through the boarders.

Wes groaned dropping his head into his hands, "Hunter has that phone on my days off... I need to check but I bet the sim card's been changed. The only people who get that number are those who cross the boarders and all Hunter would have to do is change the number on the documents I print off."

"Couldn't you get him for that?" Jeff asked.

Wes shook his head, "Too weak. He can just say there was a technical fault which required a new sim card and then after that, all he'd have to do is follow protocol to change the number on the forms, which I'm sure he did. Crafty bastard."

"What's his name now?"

Everyone turned as Blaine spoke up, Wes quick to pull his paperwork out and scan the documents, "John Smith." Blaine huffed at Hunter's originality, "It says here, he was found on the outskirt of the city, during a patrol between one am and two am with no memory of where he was from. Apparently he attacked one of the guards and was brought to Hunter for assessment, where it was agreed he would be put into one of the farms as punishment." Wes folded the paperwork back up, "Standard for humans who attack a vampire."

"We've got to be able to get him on something." Blaine groaned, rubbing his hand over his face.

"I'll go through everything when I get back to the office in the morning, see if Hunter slipped up somewhere. If not, it may take me a while to set up the necessary papers to get Kurt out of there." Wes shrugged, feeling useless both in not having the answers Blaine wanted and in not being able to cheer him up, "But in the meantime, David, you need to keep an eye on any sales that come out of Hunter's farms, any transfers and any auctions. If a John Smith pops up, you let me and Blaine know."

"Will do." David nodded.

"Hey," Jeff spoke up, "I know Hunter's done wrong with this, but, why the manhunt? What's so special about this pixie?"

"One, if the Court of Pixies find out one of their own has been put into the blood banks without going through the proper authorities, it could break the fragile balance we have with them and two..." Wes smiled sadly at Blaine, "I think our Governor has a soft spot for him."

Blaine sent Wes a glance which held so much behind it, his hazel eyes alight with a fire he hadn't seen in years, "We're getting him out of there. Even if I have to buy him out of there."

"Hunter will send him to an auction before he sells him to you after what you pulled back there." Wes countered, shaking his head.

Thad grinned, "What did he do this time?"

"Never you mind." Blaine hissed before turning his attention to Wes, "He's fighting the drug."

"What?"

"When I was talking to him, his eyes cleared up and he spoke in a very steady voice. He was aware of the cameras on us. Drugged humans can't do that." Blaine explained.

Wes nodded, "Okay, maybe you should pay to see Kurt again. See if he clears up again. Blaine, if you can get Kurt to admit he was forced into this then I have a much stronger case against Hunter."

Blaine nodded, more than eager to be in the same room as Kurt again, even if it just meant he was saving him from being with any other vampire. The thought of Kurt with someone else was becoming a more agonising thought with each second that passed.

"Can I do anything about Hunter's post?" Blaine asked.

"Not without upsetting his father and yours... and if they find out it's over a pixie. It's not worth it, Blaine." Jeff shook his head, looking to Blaine through his rear view mirror.

"The best you can do is make up with Hunter and keep trying to get something out of Kurt, while I do my job." Wes informed him.

Begrudgingly, Blaine nodded, deciding to look out the window as the city flew by, only catching a few fleeting words shared between his friends, while his own mind wouldn't let go of the time he'd just spent with Kurt. He saw something in that room, just for a fleeting moment, but it was there; a fire, fighting against the spell the drug had him under. Blaine prayed that Kurt could continue to fight it and not let it take over.

Kurt hit the concrete hard, bracing his fall as best his could with his handcuffed wrists, pushing himself up and back to sit in the corner of the room. Quickly, he removed the blindfold just in time to see the heavy steel door close on him, trapping him in this tiny, damp room with just a small barred window on the outer wall. There was no furniture, no blanket to wrap his naked body in and no food or water to quench the thirst brought on by the drug and the exertion he felt serving another vampire after Blaine.

He couldn't even wrap his hands around his body to keep warm thanks to the handcuffs, instead, bringing his knees up to his chest and dropping his arms between them. He was back on the farm, why, he didn't know, but it was better than being in that manor constantly having the drug drip fed into him. It was still pulling at every one of his senses, his vision blurred, his eyes heavy and a numbness he hoped would stick around to hold off the cold of the night.

He couldn't remember much of the last two weeks, but what did stand out for him were those hazel eyes he could never forget and those gentle hands holding him close. He remembered a kiss on his forehead and whispered words that gave him hope, but he couldn't remember what was said. It was the first time he'd felt safe since he was snatched away from his life.

Kurt jumped when he heard screams from upstairs, followed by splashing then banging on metal; someone had been sent to the water tanks. Kurt had only spent one night in the icy waters of those tanks and that was enough to curb his sharp tongue. The banging continued and Kurt knew he wouldn't be sleeping much tonight, if they allowed him to sleep at all. Whenever he would feel himself drifting off, a cane would slam against his door, startling him awake and when he did manage to fall asleep, he never woke up in his room... always somewhere else, some torture room for punishment for something he didn't know of, and they didn't explain.

The guards had been cautious with him to begin with but as soon as they realised that with a combination of the blindfold and the drug that Kurt couldn't hurt them, they began his 'training' in earnest. Kurt tried to tell them that he couldn't use any of the spells pixies used but they wouldn't listen, talking of pixie trickery. Now Kurt doesn't bother to say anything, not wanting to upset the guards or get another injection of the drug to shut him up.

The drug was also playing with his memory; when he thought about his past, about his family and friends, all he got were blurs and strange objects which didn't fit together. His clearest memory was of a hand clenched over a flannel shirt, then nothing, everything else revolved around the two weeks here at the farm. It threw him off balance, made him feel sick, but what he could remember, and maybe it was because he was on the drug at the time, were those amazing hazel eyes.

Muffled words came from the other side of the steel door. Kurt could just about make out two voices, exchanging heated words. Carefully creeping his hands forward, Kurt leant in to pull himself onto his tip toes then held his wrists to his chest to stop the chains from making a sound as he slipped silently to the door. Pressing his ear against the metal, Kurt closed his eyes to concentrate on the voices he could hear.

"Two more nights, then he stays locked up until the auction. That should get those bastards craving after his blood enough to get the price up."

"You want to keep him topped up?"

"Leave him tonight, but as of tomorrow he's on double. I want him docile by the time of the auction."

"I thought you wanted to keep him?"

"With Wesley snooping around, I won't risk it. I've put too much money into this pixie to not get my money's worth."

"Yes, sir."

A hand had flown over Kurt's mouth to silence his panicked breath as he listened to the two men, his eyes wide in fear. He was going to be sold at an auction, they were going to increase his injections and then keep him locked away in these cold boxes until then. He had to get out of here, but the windows were all barred and he couldn't use any incantations and if they did inject him, he'd become a walking zombie.

He had been doing so well to fight the effects of the drug, having more and more moments of sanity; he even got to talk to Blaine. But if they increased the strength then he didn't know if he could fight it. Blaine. Kurt lowered his hand from his mouth as he heard the footsteps outside his cell become fainter. Blaine said he would come back.

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut and did something he never did. He prayed, he prayed Blaine would come back to him in the next two days and he prayed he could gather his strength in that moment he was with Blaine to tell him what was happening. He didn't know if he could trust Blaine, but he had more hope for his future with Blaine then he did with any of the other vampires who drained him every night.