Kurt's P.O.V

"Hi dad, I'm home" I shout as I enter my house. All the lights are on and my dad's car is in the driveway so I assume he is home. I close the door and an overwhelming scent hits my nose and my whole head goes fuzzy and faint instantly. My stomach twists hungrily and my nose is filled with a deliciously meaty scent that's incredibly over powering. It's a mixture of freshly cooked meat and difference spices. The smell is divine and my mouth waters almost as soon as it enters my system.

"WHERE THE HELL, HAVE YOU BEEN?!"

My dad enters the hallway with a look that could kill and I hear myself instantly growl at the sight. I can see that he is talking, no yelling, at me but I can't hear what he is saying. All I can hear is the loud beats of his human heart that is pumping that delicious blood round his body. What the fuck! Kurt, note to self: don't eat your dad! You can control yourself, you are a strong man, and you do not need to eat your dad. Or anyone for that matter, killing is bad. Nick told me that I need to feed from another vampire for the first year of my new life before I can start hunting for animals. What kind of person goes and kills animals with their bare hands, oh! Thats right, vampires! Even saying the word makes my head spin.

The realization that I was a vampire hit me like a ton of bricks. I can remember it so clearly, when Blaine came and talked to me after I tried to kill Nick. I was so confused and overwhelmed about everything that happened. But at the same time everything just seemed to make sense. I was a vampire....

I was a vampire, and Luke had killed me. Another thing Nick told me was that Luke should have been the one to be there when I woke up, but of course he wasn't. I'm glad it was Blaine who was the one who found me and became my mate; he is just so perfect in every way. I used to think that "soul mates" or "imprinting" was just some made up crap from fairy tales and stupid books where vampires sparkle like some bloody fairy in sun light, at least I don't think I do. God, i don't sparkle do I?! I'll have to ask Santana about that when I see her tomorrow. Oh, that's right! I have school tomorrow and I will be filled with all the different scents of the entire school and want to kill everyone I smell. I when then that I remember that my dad is still in front of me, smelling like a BBQ on a hot summers day.

"Kurt, are you ok?" My father enquires with a worried look on his face. I nod hastily, using my hand block his smell so I won't accidently devour my dad. "Your eyes have gone really dark" Dad says unsurely, his voice is slightly wobbly and I can tell what he is thinking. We have had vampires over all the time and dad has had no problem in hiring vamps to work at the garage for him. He seems more exceptive towards the whole "blood drinking creatures" more than me. I stare blankly at my dad, trying to figure out what he is thinking but his face is just as blank as mine. "We need to talk" He orders before walking into the lounge hastily. I look fanatically around the room in search for something, anything to weaken the intising smell of Burt. I grab a tea towel from the kitchen that smells of washing up liquid and bread crumbs and follow the path my dad just took.

"Kurt, what happened last night! I tried ringing you about 1,000 times and I'd even thought about calling the police and now you have eyes black as the night. You also look like you want to kill me where I stand, which makes me come to the conclusion that you are a vampire. So tell me this right now! Who did this to you?!" My dad shouts. The noise is painful to my new ears and I clutch them desperately and fall to the ground to try and get away from the horrible sounds.

I see footsteps coming towards me and a warm hand is placed on my back, I flinch at the touch. I swivel my body round to see the look of hurt and guilt on my dad's face before it becomes one of worry and fright. "I'm so sorry Kurt, I didn't mean to shout. I was just so...so... ... and now you...you are a vampire" His voice breaks towards the end and his breathing is becoming strained and he is panting harshly above me. My heart breaks at the scene before me. "And don't bother to deny that fact to me, I know everything about vampires, I've worked with them long enough. I just can't believe someone would do this to you. Please don't say it was Santana!" He gushes once he has his breath back.

I shake my head at the last part, now in a sitting position on the floor. "I was attacked by Luke last night" I cry with my head in my heads. "I had no idea that he was one. I thought he was going to rape me, then kill me!" I feel flood loads of tears pouring down my face, and I also see and small trail of tears coming from my father's eyes too.

"It's going to be ok Kurt, I promise. We will get through this, and I will kill that bastard. He must have been a rogue vampire, so he wasn't taught of what to do when you change a human. He also mustn't have known that it is illegal to turn someone without their consent" Dad grunted whilst rubbing his hands soothingly on my back.

My senses seemed to have calmed down now since I couldn't smell my dad as well, I instantly felt relieved when I didn't feel like ripping my dad's head off anymore, it was a good sign. "I love you dad" I croak hoarsely to the man who was holding me close whilst I broke down.

"I love you too bud, now I think the first thing we need to do is call Santana so she can help you, you'll be overwhelmed tomorrow when you go to school. But you need to do this Kurt, I don't want you to become like the vampire who turned you."

"Thank you Dad, I'll go call her now" I say before dialling Santana's number on my phone.

"By the way, Kurt? Who did you see first, when you awoke from the attack" Dad asks me curiously.

I smile to myself, thinking of my wonderful mate "Blaine" I said simply before hearing Santana pick up the phone.

"What's up Lady lips?" She asks in her usually rude tone

"I need your help...I'm a vampire"...there was a sharp intake of breath on the other line. I could almost hear the girl's brain working overtime.

"Great" She said, although I couldn't tell if she was sarcastic or not, maybe she didn't even know herself. It was something massive to come to terms with. "I'll be over there soon" She informs me until the line goes dead.

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Blaine's P.O.V

My face lights up as Nick and Jeff promise to stop by tomorrow to help educate me on the vampire world I know nothing at all about. I nod excitedly and offer them hugs of gratitude before they go on their way back to their home in Westerville. I feel my chest deflate slightly when my eyes land one the jacket Kurt left before he left an hour ago. The piece of clothing is gripped tightly in my grasp, deep breathes in allow me to melt into the surrounding scent that is my mate, in vampire terms that is.

It's been only a few hours since Kurt left, 2 hours and 32 minutes to be exact, but who is counting? Soon enough Kurt will once again be in my loving embrace, wait love? Did I actually love the blue eyed boy I met only a couple days ago? In all fairness, who could not love that gorgeous boy with such a squeezable ass? That's right, I'm an ass guy! And to all those fellas who prefer the boobs, then just wait until you see that beauty that is Kurt Hummel, you will be an ass guy trust me.

My thoughts on the delightful vampires butt were very rudely interrupted; a loud rattling noise from outside brought my curiosity out again just like the previous night. I poked my head out of the door to see a man about my age going through my bins. He had blondish hair that was shaggy and unkempt; he looked pretty at home in amongst all my rubbish. I watched him for another five minutes as he walked in circles round the area by the bins. It started getting chilly so I shrugged on Kurt's warm sweet smelling jacket without taking my eyes off the curious man.

I heard him mutter something under his breath before his dark eyes flickered to mine. His body jittered and whizzed round to face me. The sight of the man paralyzed me, angry red lines scarred his otherwise handsome face. His eyes changed from black to a deathly and unforgiving blood red. For a second, not a moment more, I was scared, frightened even. But I was only scared for a second; all I had to do was blink before I was slammed into a brick wall, or glass, or even metal. All I knew was that my back hurt like a bitch.

"You will never see him again" Was all I heard the man mutter in venomous anger.

That was when everything went black.

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Kurt's P.O.V

I hear the car pull up on the drive before hearing the doorbell ring. My dad is sitting with me in the Kitchen; I could practically feel his eyes on me the entire time. Probably thinking I'll turn around and drain him of his blood, but I've got to say; I don't feel the urge to do so anymore. I get up off the plastic bar stool, my legs weak as I stumble to the door nervously.

"You look like shit" Was the first thing that came out of Santana's mouth once I opened the door. She looked pretty bad too in all fairness, her hair was a mess and she just had a pair of loose jeans and a hoodie on. "Fine, we both look shit. Just move so I can get inside and help the little fledgling" Santana instructed, she must have noticed the way I look over her outfit.

"Please help me Tana" I beg as she turns to look at me. Her face isn't hard and stony but more caring and worried. She engulfs me in a hug and I sigh, letting out all of my fear onto her.

"You'll be ok, we'll go and lie down on your bed with some hot chocolate and I am going to help you deal with it" Santana stated, ordering my dad to make the drinks whilst we moved up the stairs to my room.

I flop down on my bed face first causing Santana to let out a rare giggle. I feel the bed dip and Santana's hand is rubbing circles on my back. "I've had enough of this pity party" I say gruffly whilst trying to sit up straight. I see Santana nod and shuffle a little further away which I'm thankful for.

"What do you want to talk about?" She asks me.

"I want to know how to stop from wanting to kill everyone I see" I tell her simply. She smiles knowingly and reaches down to her pocket and holds out a small white stick the size of a chap stick. "What is that?"

"You put it up your nose and sniff, Its used for when you have a cold and it clears your nose I think. It's basically a really strong smell that covers mostly anyone else's scent. But you need to take it quite regularly to start with."

"Awesome, that is kind of genius" I laugh

"I know, Bethan showed it to me, she basically knows everything and she's only 10"

"Who's Bethan?"

"She's a girl from my coven who was attacked when she was 13 by the leader of our clan. She was suicidal and hated her life so she begged Grayson to turn her for months, and when she turned 13 he gave in. " Santana tells me, her face is sad and thoughtful. "She's a great girl, although try not to get on her bad side, she can be a right bitch when she wants to be." She warns with a laugh.

"That sounds familiar" I laugh giving Santana a pointed look.

"No I mean it, that kid can go all kinds of evil, she was constantly bullied by this boy at her old school so she went into her creepy science lab and made a chemical that burnt of his skin completely and then she cut off his balls and replaced them with cow udders." I see Santana shudder at the memory. "Apart from that she's a little angel"

"I can't wait to meet her" My voice breaks slightly, the idea of being burnt then your balls being cut off sounded rather disturbing to be honest.

"That's good because there is a meeting tomorrow at school and you are coming with me"

"What...why?"

"I want you to join our clan" I give her a nervous looks that is met with a pleading one from Santana. "Please, I know that if you were already part of a coven then they would have kept you for the first week to get you used to being a vampire, but since you are here I guess something happened?" Her voice is questioning and I can tell she wants to know about who turned me.

Just then my dad comes in with the drinks and I couldn't be more thankful. We both thank him quietly before he stumbles out of the room.

"Who turned you" Santana pounces on me, her eyes big and wide, showing her excitement and eagerness.

"Luke" I say with anger and rage filling my voice. Santana gasps and moves closer to me.

"Luke White?" She asks to which I reply with a short nod. "I know a bit about that man and it's not good. He isn't a vampire like he says he is, he's a demon Kurt." Santana paused, looking straight into my eyes.

"Does that mean I'm a demon" I ask my face paling at the thought, that would be way too much pressure on mine and Blaine's relationship.

"No babe, it doesn't. You need to drink some weird concoction of blood to turn into a demon." Santana laughs, humour is her defence mechanism. That way no one can tell how she feels, she's smart like that. "Who did you first see when you awoke?"

"Blaine, the guy from the bar" I say, looking down at my hands. I hear her gulp

"He wasn't a vampire was he?" Santana asks nervously.

"No he isn't" I reply, not sure where this conversation is headed.

"Kurt you need to protect your mate. Luke will try to kill him, I promise you" Fear stirred in the pit of my stomach, a wave a nausea passed through my body, trying to make me vomit.

"Why?" I barely managed to croak out.

"Vampires are extremely possessive, in this case Luke will be even more possessive because from what I've heard he wants you as his mate. Vampire are weird like that" She tries to make me at least smile at her comment but it doesn't work. As soon as she tries to get me to talk to her, I'm already halfway out the door to find Luke.

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Blaine's P.O.V

I woke up on cold hard floor, my head throbbing uncontrollably. It feels like the world's worst hangover but this feels worse than that. So if you've ever had a hangover, think about how shit you felt and times it by 100, that's how bad this fucker feels. I know I'm not hung-over because I would normally be covered in girls or boys, or both, when I come to. No, this feels creepier than some hook ups basement. There is blood on the walls for Christ sake. I look down and notice the gashes on my exposed skin, so it was my blood splattered on the wall, good to know.

Even the slightest movement makes me recoil, pains shoots up my back and arms, there are several restrains in different parts of my body, holding me down, prisoning me to the cold hard floor. My gradually thinning blood ran cold, I couldn't move at all, my clothes were ripped and strewn around the cold damp and gloomy room. There was no way this was a Dom/Sub sex game getting out of hand, whips don't make your blood splatter to the enclosing walls, knifes do. This is why everything seemed clear when I saw a silver weapon in someone's tight grasp.

I saw his shoes first as he moved closer; Doc martins with the laces chewed up and undone. Glances further up the man's body I noticed his torn jeans and baggy white/grey shirt underneath an even larger hoodie.

The man's face was the final piece of the man, the man from last night stood stronger and tall in front of me. Long gone was the strange homeless man I assumed he was last night, now in his place was a man which such power and authority it made me shiver under his deathly gaze.

I didn't realize he was talking to me until the cold tip of blade was pressed against my neck and his booming voice pierced through my haze of confusion.

"How DARE you ignore me you worthless scum. I should kill you now" Scar face bellowed aat me, spit flying in every direction.

"Why don't you?" I managed to whisper out, damn me and my stupid courage

"Good question" He whispers as a reply. The man's face becomes unreadable; his eyes dead and empty, just like his sole. "I want you to suffer; I want to burn you from the inside out. You will bleed from every part of you till there's nothing left. I will suck every happy memory form you and dump your body in a lump of cow shit" Scar face sneers, his teeth set in a grim smile. Even though there is such poor light in this dungeon I still see some light reflecting off his sharp teeth, vampire.

"Who are you?" I ask him when I notice his eyes turn back to a light green. If he wants to make me suffer for so long I may as well have my own fun.

"Your worst nightmare"

"Clever, you really going for the clique horror movie lines then?" I snort, his scary vampire attitude gradually deflating the more he talks. He seems like the kind of villain where you can point to the sky and say 'look at that' and run away whilst he stares at the sky for absolutely nothing.

"Fuck you, like you don't feel even more intrigued now I won't tell you"

"Sorry mate, that only happens in the movies"

"Fine whatever. I'm Luke. And Kurt's mine"

"Don't bet on it Vamp boy"