Kurt watched the scene unfold below him in his front yard from the window seat in his bedroom, slowly packing what he'd need for his short trip to New York. Santana stood at the rear of his black Navigator, talking with Brittany while her luggage placed itself in the boot of the vehicle. Brittany stood, hands still cuffed behind her in her now pristine white dress, contrasting greatly with Santana's leather mini skirt and red, long sleeved top, long wavy hair sitting passed her shoulders. For a captive who was to be handed over to the Hunter's society, Brittany was acting very calm and collected, even laughing with Santana. Kurt had to wonder how far they went back.

Wes, David and Thad sat in a circle on the grass, picking at the daisies sprouting from the ground, chatting aimlessly, though Kurt could just catch the guarded looks Thad sent Brittany now and again. Nick and Jeff stood against the fence, Jeff leaning back against Nick's chest, who had his arms around Jeff's waist while the other nuzzled into his neck. The whole scene screamed peaceful, everyday nonsense, yet it was far from it. They were heading to a society where wolves would be shot on sight and to a city where Kurt knew there would be clans who would kill first and ask questions later if they spotted him.

A gentle knock on his bedroom door tore Kurt from the window, throwing a pair of socks into his bag and turning to the door, "Come in." He called, a bright smile appearing instantly as Blaine pushed the door back, hand on the handle to lean on, smiling just as brightly in return. Kurt tried hard not to let Blaine see or hear him swallow as his eyes wracked over his Alpha, dark wash jeans with a black polo shirt, covered in a maroon cardigan fitting him perfectly, wispy black curls falling off his face, softly gelled.

"Hey," Blaine grinned, still leaning on the handle, "You ready?"

"Almost," Kurt choked, turning to fill a small bag with a couple of bottles of lotion, "Has Brittany been behaving herself?"

"Surprisingly yes, she even healed a wound one of the pups got from playing a little too roughly with a rabbit." Blaine chuckled, stepping behind Kurt.

"I don't understand her... what's in this for her?" Kurt's eyes returned to the black witch, blue eyes alight as she laughed at something Santana threw at Wes.

"She says it's more interesting on this side... but she could also be a beckon for Hunter."

Kurt nodded, zipping up his bag, "Well, after today that won't be a problem. We won't get there 'til late, but I'd prefer that. Less likely to come across an academy full of hunters."

"Kurt," Came Blaine's whispered word into his ear, arms sliding around his waist to pull the hunter against the Alpha, careless kisses trailing down his neck. A tug on his belt turned Kurt in his arms, greeting those hazel eyes with a shy smile, his hands reaching up to curl lightly into his hair, not wanting to spoil the artful styling. "Half the town's empty." Blaine whispered, and Kurt could tell Blaine almost didn't want to mention it.

"Yeah, well... can you blame them? I've lied to them all this time, surrounded them with wolves and then bring a powerful demon to their doorsteps... I think I'd want out too."

"I still say you let a pack move in here." Blaine held a finger to Kurt's lips before he could interrupt, "Not mine, even if that's what I want... Will's. Their homes were burnt down and they're squatting in our village, things are getting tense with three Alphas and three Hounds in the mix. Will and Emma work in this town, it makes sense. Then, my clan will move to Will's old village and get it rebuilt for them. What do you say? Will gets his village rebuilt and you get a clan in here to help you."

Kurt waited for Blaine to remove his finger before he spoke, allowing the words to run through his mind, through all the scenarios he could come up with as a result of such a move, "I'll speak with Finn as we travel, get him to hold a town meeting and decide. You'll have your answer by the time we get back."

"Thank you," Blaine murmured against his lips, his hand resting on the back of his head, threading through hair to pull Kurt into a searing kiss, teeth clashing and tongues diving deep in their need, Kurt's fingers tightening in his curls, whimpered need rising through his chest with each breath as Blaine moaned and bit down on Kurt's lip with a growl. Blaine's hands roamed down the interlaced ribbon on the back of Kurt's grey waistcoat, squeezing and lifting Kurt's butt to make the hunter wrap his legs around his waist, black denim stretching over sculpted legs.

A growl released from Kurt's lungs as he's slammed against the wall, pictures rattling with the force but ignored as lips move against lips and hips grind against hips.

"I missed you yesterday." Growled the strong Alpha, peppering kisses down Kurt's neck, biting down on his collar bone, delighting in the noises he elicits from Kurt.

"It was one day, Blaine." Kurt groaned, catching their reflection in his wall length mirror, cheeks blazing in both embarrassment and arousal as his eyes warned to Blaine's butt, rocking back and forth against Kurt, his legs wrapped around a toned stomach, skin breaking free as his cardigan and shirt ride up.

"Are we really going to do this with everyone waiting for us outside?" Kurt just about managed to ask while Blaine sucked on his neck, hands squeezing his ass.

"No you're not!" Laughed Jeff from the door way causing Kurt to jump out of Blaine's arms, tripping and falling to the floor behind the bed. Blaine glared at Jeff with a growl, "That's not funny."

"Yeah it is." Jeff cackled, crawling over Kurt's bed to look over the other side, bursting into laughter again at the sight of Kurt, laid out on his back, cheeks flushed red and eyes narrowed at Jeff. Reaching for a stray pillow, Kurt wacked Jeff on the head, growling at the wolf who just continued to laugh, "You evil wolf! How long were you there?!" Kurt climbed onto the bed, slamming the pillow down on Jeff's gut.

"Ooph! Long enough to have something to tease Blaine about all day." The laughter remained as Jeff picked up his own pillow, guarding himself from an onslaught of pillow attacks.

"You wanna watch who you tease, little wolf." Blaine reached over to bite down on Jeff's ear with a growl, huffing as Jeff gets off the bed and backs off towards the door with a yelp, "I can easily put you on guard duty all night, without Nick for company."

"You're no fun." Jeff whined, rubbing his ear, "Kurt, help!" He deepened the whine.

"I'm mad at you as well, so... no." Kurt threw another pillow at Jeff, chuckling as he rushed downstairs.

Kurt stood from the bed, grabbing his bag and pecking Blaine on his pouting lips, "Come on, grump, otherwise Santana will be next."

Dragging Blaine down to the front yard, Kurt's blush returned at the smirks everyone sends their way, keeping his head ducked as he walked over to the Navigator, placing his bag in the boot along with all the other luggage. Blaine swats at Jeff's head, who runs into Nick's arms, then nudges Thad and David to get up before holding out a hand to Wes, helping his Beta off the grass, only to snap at his neck to voice his annoyance at being interrupted.

Wes ducked away, laughing, "You shouldn't have taken so long then, dear Alpha."

"You're no Beta." Blaine huffed, pushing on Wes' shoulder to send him back to the ground, glaring at Thad and David who try to hide their chuckles.

Even in his aroused annoyance, Kurt couldn't help but smile at the clan's antics, reminding himself of how lucky he was to have been accepted into their family. Banging on the side of the car, Kurt made sure he had everyone's attention before speaking.

"We ready? Santana, Brittany and Wes will follow me in the car, Blaine, you'll take Nick, Jeff, David and Thad by foot. With your speed you should get there a couple of hours before us. We're going to head straight to the academy and then I'll meet you at Call backs. If I'm held up, I'll just meet you at the hotel, reservation is under Hummel."

"I'll meet you at Call backs." Wes squeezed Blaine's shoulder, waiting for the nod from his Alpha before stepping over to the Navigator.

Santana helped Brittany into the back seats, joining her, while Wes took the passenger seat. Kurt opened the driver's door, turning to watch Nick and Jeff morph into their wolves, followed by David and Thad, then turned to Blaine, who walked over to him. Pressing their foreheads together, Blaine groaned, fingers itching at Kurt's hips, and Kurt gave in, leaning in to give him a kiss full of promise.

"Drive safely." Blaine begged.

"I'll see you tonight." Kurt whispered, stepping into the car, smiling to Blaine before shutting the door. He watched Blaine transform into his equally beautiful black wolf, turning to his group, nudging them each individually before taking the lead and sprinting down the road and into the forest.

Starting the engine, Kurt drove through the town just to take a look at who was still around and which shops were closed, glad to see most the shops still open, but hardly anyone walking the streets. As they reach the junction to join the highway Wes growled, eyes golden as a chestnut brown wolf walked by to sit at the side of the road, watching them drive passed.

Wes turned his gold eyes to Kurt, "What's Sebastian doing here?"

"I let him back in." Kurt answered him.

"Why? He was the one who wanted you dead!" Wes' growl was starting to vibrate through the dashboard, Kurt's hands tingling against the steering wheel.

"He came to me last night and we fought it out, got some facts out and we made an agreement."

"What agreement?" If Kurt didn't know any better he could've sworn Wes was an Alpha with the force and demand in his words.

"I give him back the mines... and he gets to kill me if the demon manages to possess me." Kurt kept his eyes on the road as the car erupting in shouts from both Wes and Santana, Brittany just sitting back looking idly out the window.

"You have got to be kidding me! Kurt! Why would you agree to that? And what if he decides he doesn't like your deal and comes and kills you anyway!" Santana screamed at him.

"He told me a little bit about his clan's history and I can understand why he'd want me dead with that past. I did this to gain his trust, to show him that I'm serious when I say I can beat this demon and beat this curse. I have no intention of being killed by Sebastian." Kurt huffed, moving into the outside lane, growling at a car that tries to cut him up.

"What clan history?" Wes asked, slumping into his seat.

"He told me his clan were the ones left responsible for getting rid of all the demons who had gained power from the opening of the gates. He told me how long it's taken to complete that task and the toll it took on his clan. His clan has only had forty years of peace. No wonder they're scared of this demon getting to me." Kurt explained as best he could.

"I still think you're an idiot for letting him back in." Wes grumbled.

"We need all the help we can get, and even if that help is based purely on the fact that they get to kill me if all goes wrong, then so be it. But I have no intention of dying." Kurt found himself huffing again.

"When we get back I'm getting my potions out and making sure none of his wolves can get anywhere near my house!" Santana tapped the back of Kurt's chair to make her point.

"Hey I'm all for that." Kurt smiled, looking to Santana through the rear view mirror.

"Blaine's not going to be happy." Wes mumbled, looking out the window.

"Blaine can deal with it." Kurt sighed, looking back at Brittany through his mirror, who had turned to smile at Kurt.

"Got something to say, witch?" Wes spoke for Kurt.

"With greater numbers, comes greater risk." Brittany's smile remained on her lips while her eyes stayed focused on Kurt.

"Is Hunter coming alone?" Kurt asked.

"No, he has a sea of black at his feet." Brittany chuckled.

"Then, the more the merrier." Kurt glared back at Brittany.

The trip to New York carried on with idle chat. Santana would show off a simple spell to Wes, then charm him into revealing a truth, which would turn the strong Beta into a shy little boy. They'd found out that Wes had two claims rejected when he was in high school, one on the night of his senior prom, and that he was currently pursuing a young wolf from Puck's clan, the name of which Santana had not made him reveal to his relief.

She made him reveal how he'd run in on Nick and Jeff in the heat of the moment more times than he could remember and on David with his old claim and Jeremiah and his mate a couple of times. Then she'd made him tell them about the time he was forced to dress up as a cancan dancer for a dare one night in Los Vegas, to which Wes hissed that what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, causing Santana to laugh at him and mumble something about how that never happens.

To save Wes' embarrassment, Santana turned her charm on Kurt, making him spill all about his Lady Gaga costumes, his dance routine to Beyonce's 'Single Ladies' and his painstaking audition with Rachel for 'The West Side Story'. When Santana couldn't breathe, she finally relented, settling back in her chair to watch the scenery go by and return to idle chitchat.

The skyscrapers of the big city came into the view as the sun sank below them, setting the buildings ablaze before sinking them into darkness, the moon slowly creeping up to replace it. Wes perked up as they left the highway, pointing out turns for Kurt to take, as he followed the quiet howls his superior hearing was picking up, wriggling in his chair like a boy excited to go out and play. Stopping the car down a quieter road, Wes jumped out the vehicle, turning back to Kurt.

"Remember, that clan resides around here and the others aren't too friendly towards you either. Be careful." Wes warned.

"I will. I've been here a few times. Go. I'll see you later." Kurt reassured him with a smile.

Wes reached through the car to squeeze Kurt's hand, nodding back to Santana before closing the door. Shoving his hands into his pockets, Wes jogged down the street before slipping down an alley. Turning the car around, Kurt followed the route turn for turn, never missing a beat as if the route had been engraved in his mind. The city lights lit up above their heads, dazzling displays to entice you in went ignored as they carried on their journey, leaving the inner city and driving to a deserted, rotten end of the city. Buildings were left abandoned, crumbling to nothing on the sidewalks and into the roads, with flickering lights trying desperately to stay on but failing with the old, decrepit wiring which lent them barely enough power to stay on. No one walked these streets, just rats and stray animals who feed off the rats, not because this part of the city had been left to rot, but because of the enormous cathedral which sat in the middle, surrounded by a lake of salt water with one bridge to tie it to the rest of the city.

This cathedral was better known as the Hunter's society. Hidden away in the middle of the rotten land, bought out by the society to hide the academy behind all this ruin. Two large towers framed the west front, topped in spires and riddled in fleur de lis and goblins, while marble statues set in rows of three tiled the first three tiers, surrounded by column detailing. A large rose window was set above the processional doors, shown off from the light from within, bringing to life the gothic blues and reds of the intricate stained glass.

It was a masterpiece of the old arts, lost in this pit of despair... a fitting reminder of how important the hunters were in a world that didn't think they needed them in this age of modern technology. But as Kurt was more than aware of, the modern world was blind to what was around them compared to the days where technology was nonexistent.

Parking the car just on the other side of the bridge, Kurt got out and watched Santana help Brittany out, holding her arm in a magical restraint, hands still cuffed behind her. He could tell Santana was starting to wane, holding up this magic for so long, and he urged her on to walk with him once he'd picked out his pistol and sais from the boot.

Stepping over the bridge, Kurt watched the processional doors click as someone on the other side removed the dead lock, but his eyes soon turn to the kneeling figures in the arches, shotguns and bows aimed at the three of them.

"Stop."

Kurt turned to Brittany, who had stopped halfway back on the bridge, staring up at the cathedral with a look of dread in her usually emotionless eyes. He walked back over to her and Santana, hand on his pistol, taking a quick glance back at the archers and snipers.

"Brittany, why'd you stop?" Santana asked, trying to tug the dead weight Brittany had become.

"I'm not going in there." She whispered, her eyes turning from the cathedral to Santana then Kurt.

"You don't have a choice." Kurt ordered, pulling his pistol from its holster.

"Yes I do." Her eyes turned black. Kurt and Santana ducked the array of bullets and arrows flying towards them, but they all stop, inches from Brittany before bursting into flames. Black eyes turned on Santana and Kurt, "I'm sorry our playtime has to end."

And with those words, she was gone, vanishing in a cloud of black smoke until nothing is left. Santana stood quickly, hands glowing blue as she tried to trace anything, Kurt sniffing the air but finding nothing. Santana's scream of frustration echoed through the empty streets, crying out in rage when another set of arrows and bullets were sent their way, each and every one of them sent off track, into the salt water stream.

"Santana, calm down! You're not helping!" Kurt shouted, trying to get her to hear him.

"Fuck them, Kurt! This is your shit, you deal with them. I'm off!" Santana screamed before calming her magic and sighing sadly to Kurt, "I'm sorry but... I'll find her. I promise. I'll meet up with you back at home."

"No! Santana, wait!" But she was already gone in her own wave of white smoke, blown away in the gentle breeze.

"If I knew you were this useless, I would've stuck around a bit longer to whip you into shape."

Kurt groaned at the voice of his old coach, turning to the aging woman, blond short hair curled neatly around a too smug expression and sharp blue eyes. Kurt had to blink hard to get another look, too used to seeing this woman in her cheerleader coach outfit from his high school days; her favourite costume to disguise her true intentions apparently. Now she stood tall, black trousers held up by multiple belts, all mounting a gun at her hips while a crisp white shirt hung loose under a full length black trench coat and a mechanical bow resting on her right shoulder.

"Sue, she's a high level black witch, I had an equally qualified white witch holding her at bay... I followed every procedure in her capture and your men didn't do a great job either. Bullets and arrows? Please, you knew I was bringing a high level witch and that's your defence?" Kurt set his shoulders back, not backing down.

"They were laced with a spell." Sue countered.

"No they weren't. You know I can smell witchcraft and there was none of that on those weapons." Kurt retorted.

"Well, at least your senses are up to scratch, Porcelain. Now, get inside before I freeze my butt off. I worked too hard to lose it out here waiting for you to figure out what you came here for, besides handing me a witch who just took off."

Kurt followed his old coach into the confines of the old cathedral, his spine going ridged as the processional door closed behind him on old hinges with a bang; the cathedral now gone, making way for an academy like no other.

Passing two large green marble pillars, Sue lead the way down the large open nave, the rows of stained glass windows fitted into transept windows either side, staining the white and beige marble floor in a rainbow of medieval colours. Hunters huddled in the north and south aisles, whispering tales they had to share of their battle scars, about what they'd encountered on their travels and about the hunter who had just entered their sanctuary. Kurt could hear sword fighting in the cloisters to the north, a reminder of the days he spent homing his training in that open space, the floor stained with hunters' blood.

The ceiling arched above their heads, decorated midnight blue with golden stars littered throughout, one for each Master Hunter who had fallen in battle. Kurt's mind came back to him as they approached what was once a choir screen, but now was covered in a map of the country, small red spots dotted around the map to indicate a hunter's position. Sue stepped passed the screen, not even turning back to Kurt as she spoke.

"Come on Porcelain, there's nothing on there for you."

Kurt followed her into the choir room, now an infirmary for wounded hunters, each side of the room lined with twelve hospital beds. Half of them were occupied by sleeping hunters, bandages covering various parts of their bodies while white witches hovered over them, hands glowing green as they chanted a healing spell. A familiar grunt of pain came from a bed on the far right, and Kurt breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the Brit snatch his arm back from the witch trying to dress it and began to dress it himself. His chest was bare, black and blue bruising littered his back and chest over deep, clotting cuts, while the bandage on his forearm was already soaking up the blood underneath.

"Adam, stop being such a baby and let the little white witch heal you. You're no good to me with a messed up arm." Sue chastised him with a smack to the head.

"Ouch! I can take care of myself, it isn't even that bad." Adam whined, holding his arm back out to the witch.

"I could see bone when you practically died at the door step yesterday so button it. Now, thanks to your incompetence, Kurt here had to deal with that batch of demons, though he didn't do a great job either; losing us our only possible lead." Sue hands went to her hips as she turned to Kurt.

"Kurt!" Adam smiled in his direction, beckoning Kurt over. "What brings you here?"

Kurt walked over to stand next to Adam, "The demons, who you were supposed to stop, attacked us in the forests outside the town. I came here to hand over a black witch who led the attack... but she got away." Kurt sighed, avoiding the look Sue was sending him.

"Yeah, they were a strong bunch. I got a few of them and tried to lead them away from your town but I got knocked out in the chase, Azimo and Kyle found me and brought me here." Adam explained, looking embarrassed.

"Well at least you survived to tell the tale." Kurt smiled, knowing deep down that those two hunters would never let Adam live that down.

"And so did you." Adam returned the smile, then hissed at the witch, "Watch it you!"

"Let her do her job, Adam." Kurt chastised the hunter, ignoring the pout he gets from him, "Thank you though... for trying to protect my town."

"You know I'd do anything for you, Kurt." Adam turned from Kurt to glare at the witch, "Even with your wolf loving ways."

"Sue, I do want to talk to you about something." Kurt turned his attention from Adam.

"Then spill it." Sue ordered.

"In private." Kurt spoke softly, eyes darting around the room.

An exasperated sigh released from Sue's lungs as she turned to leave the infirmary and down the north-east transept, passing by what used to be a water well and was now a cylindrical elevator which went down to the training rooms, turning right into the smaller of the libraries and what also doubled as the current Master Hunter's office. Sue waited for Kurt to enter then shut and bolted the door to give them the privacy they needed before stepping behind a large oak table, lined in green leather, the edges studded in gold round capped buttons.

Columns of green marble stretched to the tall arched ceiling, corinthian finials topping each column, while row upon row of ancient books filled the walls behind them. Behind the grand desk were full length leaded windows and between each window, stood a column of highly decorated swords, each once belonging to a different Master Hunter from a different era. Sue sat in her tan leather Winchester chair, tapping away at her curved keyboard, looking intently into the flat screen in front of her.

"So, what did you want to discuss?" Sue sighed, sitting back once she'd tapped down on the enter key, sliding her hand across the screen to shut it down. The technology looked out of place in this part of the academy.

"How much do you know about me?" Kurt came out and asked, not wanting to tiptoe around the issue at hand.

"I know your name is Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, from Lima, Ohio, almost three and twenty years old. You've been a hunter since your mother, Elizabeth Hummel, signed you up at the age of eleven months, though she wasn't a Hummel at the time. You started your training at three and took the exam and training at the age of nine in order to take your mother's role in Lima. You're a wolf sympathiser, one of only a handful of hunters who will house wolves around their station; though I think you trained the others."

Sue laced her fingers over her stomach, "Figgin's decided your special ability should be immunity to silver, and you're one of the most skilled hunters with a sword and gun... Am I missing something?"

It wasn't a question, the tone in her voice and the twitch in the corner of her lips gave away the challenge she was sending him, "How about the fact that I'm a Hound of God?"

Sue's eyes glanced to her computer then back to Kurt, "Your mother didn't want us to know that, but what she didn't know is that we took a sample of your blood as a baby. Yeah, we know, which is why Figgin's gave you your ability. How are you supposed to handle silver weapons otherwise?"

"How about my gift as a Hound?" Kurt urged.

"Do you know your gift, Porcelain?" Sue spoke slowly.

"Do you?" Kurt asked, the silence building between the two.

"We know." Sue finally spoke, never faulting in her gaze.

"So, as soon as you knew about the demons, why didn't you have me taken into custody?"

"Because you were hidden, if we brought you in, they'd know. We thought we'd wait it out, see how long you could remain hidden." Sue sighed, "Which it turned out, wasn't very long."

Kurt sighed heavily, tired of people keeping the truth from him, "So now what?" he asked, shrugging his arms.

"Now, you have a choice, you either fight or we lock you up and throw away the key... so to speak."

"I choose to fight." Kurt growled.

Sue nodded, standing from her chair and walking behind a column to a shelf full of extremely old books, "Right then, let's start with a history lesson."

A tattered, leather fronted, string bond book was tossed onto the desk, Sue skimming through the pages then opening it up to a Latin script and a crude yet highly decorative picture of a white wolf, surrounded by blue flames. Kurt's fingers brushed over the drawing, almost afraid to touch it, then over the text, trying desperately to catch a word that might make sense.

"Did they teach you anything in that school?" Sue moaned, pulling the book away from Kurt, to read the script out loud.

"Here be the Almighty Zeus' obedient servant, sent down at his master's will to rid our world from the ever increasing darkness. On command this Hound of Zeus may do battle with the darkness and send their souls to the deepest depths of Tartarus, where they may never escape for the sins they have committed on Gaia."

"Sharing the same face as Lycaon, King of Arcadia, this Hound of Zeus may walk with the others, but will always walk higher than thee. While Lycaon and his offspring walk with fur of many colours, the Hound of Zeus will always walk pure. White fur on blue eyes. No other will be so. Nor will those of Lycaon's descent hold the gifts granted to the white wolf by the Almighty Zeus."

"No other shall be permitted to walk in the blue cleansing flames of the Hound of Zeus, and no other shall ride with the Hound of Zeus on these flames to the haven of the Elysium Fields. For here in the fields, lies the key, which separates Tartarus from Gaia, and man shall never gaze upon the key, for if they do, they shall fall into the darkness."

"Here be our saviour from the darkness, here be the light our Almighty Zeus has sent to protect us from the darkness and here be where our worship lies. For without this Hound of Zeus, we are sure to perish."

Sue closed the book, stepping back to the shelf to put the book away, "That is the earliest text we have from a young poet in Greece, around 45BC. Then we skip a few centuries to this fella." Sue placed an even heavier book on the desk, dust pirouetting above them, "You need me to translate this one too?" Sue asked as she opened the book onto another Latin inscription with another intricate drawing, now of a group of four white wolves, blue flames framing both pages.

"Once of one body, now of many, the Hound of God, so loved by the ancient father of Olympus, walks this earth for the protection of man against the darkness which is all around. A fight too great for one, it was Zeus who took his Hound in his arms and separated the gifts he had bestowed on one to many, but it was his first who kept the blue flame. A flame said to be feared by the darkness, for one can never come back from the touch of that fire."

"It was this flame that sent Zeus' favourite back to the Elysium Fields to reign over his brethren. Here, he would take the fallen and return them to the world to carry on their work, and it was here where he would protect the key from all those who may want to release the fears and nightmares of a millennia of torture. For no evil shall set foot in the Elysium fields, here the key is safe, here it must remain."

Kurt placed a hand over the text, his heart racing at the ancient words, "Wait... If the key is in the Elysium fields then how did a demon get to it seven centuries ago, and why haven't I seen it there in my dreams?"

Sue closed the book, heaving it off the desk only to bring back another, much smaller book, edges burnt and text faded behind years of neglect and once more opened the book to the final page, splattered in old dried out blood, this one Kurt could read and he turned the book towards him.

"Let this be a warning to all, the Hound so loved by the ancient gods has fallen to the darkness. Slipping into the Elysium Fields, this one Hound has taken the key for himself, locking it away with his soul and slipped into the night."

"You wish to know why demons have grown in strength and why black witches have obtained a power so wicked? You want to know why our children die from a plague no man nor white witch can control? You have the Hound of God to blame. He who was loved, did take the key to the demons and let the evil twist his body to open the Gates of Tartarus. Never has our world seen such darkness, even with the bludgeoning of this Hound by his kin did the darkness not fade."

"I implore you brothers, we must search out the reincarnation of this traitor and with the force of God on our side, make that beast close the gates. Then, when all is done, to stop the demons from ever plunging our world into darkness again, we must sacrifice this soul and keep it from this world. It is the only way brothers, while the key resides in the body of this beast, it must be done."

Sue picked up the book as Kurt stared off into nothing, holding it high in her hand, "This is a journal from one of the old Alpha Hunters from around the time the black plague spread across the world. It was his words that sent the attack against you, and it's this journal that still terrifies the wolves today."

"So, I'm suffering because one idiot took the key from the fields? If I put the key back, will this stop?" Kurt asked, furious that all this occurred because of one selfish Hound.

"Darkness can't walk in the fields, even under a possession spell. It should work." Sue nodded, putting the book away and sitting down in her large chair again.

"How do I do that?" Kurt asked, feeling lost still.

"Beats me, kiddo, that's supposed to be your job. The knowledge is supposed to stay with the Hound but it would seem with all the short life spans your Hound has had to go through in the last seven hundred years that you've forgotten." Sue shrugged, looking to Kurt as if he had all the answers.

"Great, so I have the blue flame which can take me to the fields but I don't know how to do that, and I have a key inside me, which I also don't know how to use." Kurt sighed, leaning against a column for support.

"There is one thing we can do." Sue muttered, eyes on the green leather of her desk.

"What?" Kurt sighed, ready to agree to anything.

"We can change your ability." Sue turned to her computer, tapping away with renewed vigour.

"To what?" Kurt asked, walking back over to the desk.

"The most likely way for the demon to get you to open the gates, is to possess you, but if you can't be possessed..." Sue raised an eye brow, a smug smile growing wide on her lips.

"Then he can't make me open the gates." Kurt whispered, feeling a sense of hope fill his soul.

"But you'll have to change your weapons, or at least the handles. Figgins may have been an idiot, but he knew what he was doing when he made you invulnerable to silver." Sue stood from her desk, prompting Kurt to follow her outside the room and into the cylindrical elevator they passed before.

"Should be easy enough." Kurt reassured himself, thinking through what he'd need to do.

"Well, then. Let's go get you zapped."

Pressing an array of buttons on the dial, the lights turned red before the elevator descended down into the crypt, a darkened area split into three sections. One, the training room, where hunters who had just received their ability would work on its control, a second, holding cells, for those who cannot control their ability and thirdly, the lab, where Sue was leading Kurt to now, and where Kurt followed obediently, old habits and control slipping into place.

"What do you know of Hunter?" Kurt asked as Sue typed in a code into the large iron door.

"He's a pain in the ass, but not someone to take lightly... We'll talk about that asshole later." Sue grumbled holding the door open.

She didn't even have to ask Kurt to sit in the chair, central to the room, nor to hold still as she fastened restraints to his wrists and ankles. Long fingers wrapped around Kurt's arms, ice blue meeting deep blue, a silent nod confirming all she needed to know before she left and sealed the room, and waited for the screams. Everyone screamed, no exceptions, she had screamed; the only time in her life but still she screamed. However, to have an ability taken away and replaced with another, was torture and Kurt's screams would reach even the dome above the Presbytery.

Kurt closed his eyes as he heard the footsteps creep from beyond the shadows, each click of a heel echoing around the room while his own racing heartbeat thumped through his entire body. Wrinkled fingers pressed to his temples as long white hair drifted over his shoulders, a chin resting on his head. Kurt swallowed hard to wet his dry throat, memories of this exact scene from when he was a little boy flashing before his eyes.

"It's been a long time, Kurt. I thought I'd only see you again in my dreams." Whispered an old, hoarse voice, full of pain but gentle in its approach.

"Are they treating you well?" Kurt coughed to clear his throat, he knew what was coming, he knew she was delaying it.

"For each hunter I give an ability to, I live another day in beautiful comfort." Fingers dug into his temples making him hiss and clench his jaw. His own fingers clenched around the armrests of his uncomfortable chair.

"You always look after the little cubs once I release them." Kurt whispered with a groan, his legs jerking against his restraints as an electric current travelled through his body. It hurt, it made every vein in his body burn and he knew it would only get worse.

"I only do what you can't... at the moment." Lips pressed to the top of his head, just like her hound would do to all the little cubs running through the dewy meadow.

"You know what I need to do?" Kurt swallowed back the cooper in his throat, his body convulsing against the current striking at his body.

"Not me... Hound, make sure my soul returns to the hunters." The current subdued for a moment.

"I will." Kurt breathed, his body slumping against the chair.

"Promise me." Came an eerie whisper to his ear.

"I promise." Whispered Kurt.

Blue eyes shone as the current returned, firing through Kurt's body which jolted against his restraints followed by the cry everyone knew was coming. It filled every void of the old cathedral. It stopped those training in the cloisters, froze the white witches healing in the infirmary and sent the crows flying into the night sky. It was a cry which filled the nightmares of all that heard it, it would be a cry that wouldn't grow faint until the night faded but it was a cry which brought a new dawn.