The thick wooden lid fell to the icy snow behind the well with a heavy thunk and Kurt set his hands on the freezing stones and leaned over, breath coming out quickly.

The sweet singing abruptly stopped.

It was dark. Everything was dark. He could faintly make out the water below...

Then, slowly, a face tilted up towards the moonlight from the depths to stare at Kurt. 

Kurt blinked in surprise. It was nothing like the face in his dreams. She looked sort of skinny and gaunt, but she was actually quite pretty as she pushed a long dark brown lock of hair behind her ear off her face as she blinked up at Kurt. 

"M-Marley?" Kurt asked, shivering and not just because of the cold.

Marley smiled softly then it stretched into a delighted grin. "Yes!" she said softly, but it carried all the way up to Kurt. "Yes, I am! How do you know me?"

Kurt stared down and took a couple of calming breaths. "We met once. Sort of. Um...you looked at me?"

"Oh yes!" she said delightedly. "The little boy who pushed in the rock! That was the most fun I'd had in decades." She pouted, hugging her arms around herself. "I was sad that you ran though. I hadn't talked to anyone for so long... Then Blaine came and replaced it..." She shuddered.

Kurt nodded, not entirely sure what to really do or why he was still talking to her. But he couldn't think of an appropriate segue between "hey there vampire in the well" and sliding the lid back onto place.

"But what are you doing here, Kurt?" she asked inquisitively. 

"I uh...heard you singing..." he muttered. "How do you know my name?"

"Blaine said it when he was talking to you," she smiled. "Outside of this well. Days ago. Plus, your thoughts whispered it to me in your dreams."

Kurt stared at her, at that eerily too perfect smile that graced her face and decided that it was really really time to go. "Well, I uh...it's getting late and--"

"Wait!" she said desperately, face contrite. "I'm sorry, it's been a while since I've had a proper conversation, so I know I'm out of form, but I just wanted to say...thank you, Kurt."

"For what?" Kurt frowned, bewildered. 

"For pushing the stone in when you were younger," she smiled, lifting her hand from the water to show him the small gray stone. "Because now I can do this."

It was too fast so Kurt didn't see her arm move, but he felt the sharp pain of the rock bashing into his forehead. He took a step back and his foot slid on the ice and he went pitching over the side of the well. He managed to grip his fingers on the thin iron ledge at the top with his left hand and was about to swing his right hand up as well when something grabbed it. He looked down.

Marley had climbed up the side of the well wall somehow and was gripping his hand tightly in her own. Her face was no longer pretty, but gaunt and sunken, her eye wide and blue and watery, dark clumped stringy hair hanging all around her face as she grinned, all of her teeth pointed. 

She gave a sharp yank and Kurt fell, his fingers letting go and a sharp scream leaving his lips as he crashed down into darkness.

The water came up faster than expected and he hit it hard, dazed for a minute before his head came up again. It was shallow enough for him to stand, the water coming up just to his chest and he spit out the dark liquid, wiping his eyes and looking around. 

All he saw was dark stones surrounding him. He looked up and saw the night sky briefly.

"Kurt..." a rasping voice rattled in front of him. 

He looked down and saw Marley emerging from the water, long dark hair flowing everywhere, what looked to be a formerly white dress stained with filth and blood. 

He tried to get away, but something gripped around his thighs tightly and he saw something...slithering?...in the water. A freezing pale arm latched around his back and he was pressed against Marley, her other hand gripping his hair and pulling it back, exposing his neck. The angle he was at afforded him a better view of something slithering up the wall. "What the hell..." he whispered, tears forming in his eyes.

"Do you like them?" Marley giggled, and the thing around Kurt's legs tightened. "Vampires are very adaptive creatures, you know. It turns out, if you stick one in an environment long enough, it starts to adapt to it. 

Kurt stared in horror as he realized the thing around his legs was a.... The tentacle on the wall slid back under the water and snuck up his body, wrapping around his arms and his back so that Marley's other hand was free to frame his head, tipping it towards her.

She smiled and dragged her nose along the line of his jaw. "Oh Kurt Kurt Kurt," she whispered. "You know, I wanted to do this to you great-grandmother? Just rip that bitch's hair out and drain her until she was dry..." She sighed in disappointment. "I guess that you'll have to do." She wrenched his hair back sharply and bit down on his neck.

Kurt screeched, trying to get his hands free as his neck burned with pain. Marley giggled against his neck and dug her teeth--not just two fangs but her full set of teeth--into his neck and just gnawed.

Kurt's screams echoed through the well, drowning out all other sounds of the water or Marley's small breaths and thirsty licks, or a cracking noise or even...Kurt thought he heard a splash...

Marley pulled back, her face covered in blood as she chuckled. "You smell like gardenias. Oh, Blaine must love you."

"I do."

Suddenly Kurt was out of Marley's grip and in the water. He couldn't feel his legs or arms because of how tightly they'd bee gripped and his neck was throbbing as he slowly sank to the bottom, the water churning around him.

A hand grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him and then he was out of the water. He blinked his eyes open and realized that Blaine had an arm around them and then he jumped and they were racing through the air.

Moonlight hit them as they crashed into the snow. Kurt rolled across it, landing on his back, the stars blurry above him.

Then Blaine was in his view, leaning over him and shaking his face, panicking. "Kurt! Kurt, get up!" 

Kurt blinked, coughing up the bile water onto the snow and sitting up.

"Oh thank god," Blaine sighed, hauling him to his feet. "Kurt, get out of here. Run." 

Shaking his head to clear it, Kurt looked around wildly. The well was behind Blaine, completely smashed to pieces. A hand appeared on top of the rubble.

"Blaine..." Kurt whispered. And Blaine turned as another hand appeared and they scraped across the rubble to haul up a body. A foot appeared next. Then Marley was standing in the ruins of the well.

Blaine pushed Kurt behind him. "Kurt run. I'll find you. Just get the hell out of here and find somewhere safe."

"Blaine--"

Blaine looked back at him sharply, eyes black. "Kurt. Please. Go."

Kurt turned and ran, and suddenly he was eight again, running from the well, tearing through the woods, the only thought in his mind run run run run run—!

He stumbled through a thorny bush and out of the trees. He was on the beach, the same beach. The only thing around was the old lighthouse. Blaine's words echoed in his head, Somewhere safe...

Kurt wrenched the door open and ran inside, up and up and up the metal staircase to the top, but the giant light and he sat down, hiding. Blaine would be able to find him because he'd feel his heart racing. He'd just have to get rid of Marley and then he'd yell up to Kurt and Kurt would come down and they'd be fine and--

And someone was coming up the stairs.

Kurt curled up, staying hidden, just incase...

A hand appeared and Kurt's heart sunk.

Marley.

She climbed to the top of the stairs and grinned down at him. "Hello Kurt."

"How did you find me?" he whispered. "Where's Blaine?"

"Blaine's indisposed at the moment," she grinned. "It takes a while to reattach all your limbs to your body. Luckily, I had extra help getting them off..." The four tentacles coming out of her back slid across the floor lazily. "Now, let's get to the fun part..." 

One of the tentacles shot out and grabbed his ankle, yanking him forward onto his back and she fell on top of him, teeth against his neck. She smiled and whispered into his ear and his eyes widened before her teeth burrowed into his neck again and he screamed.

***

Minutes later, Kurt was on the wood still, weakly trying to move one of his arms when Blaine came up the stairs, looking down at him in horror.

"Kurt," he breathed, tilting his head up gingerly. "Kurt are you..."

Kurt opened his mouth, trying to form words, eyes glued to the ceiling. Blaine's eyebrows furrowed in confusion before he tilted his head up to look as well.

Marley was stuck to the ceiling by her tentacles, smiling down at them. 

Blaine was on his feet when Marley dropped, but she fell down the staircase past them.

"Trap..." Kurt rasped, coughing weakly. "Blaine...it's...trap..."

There was a low creaking noise of a door closing, and then the unmistakable sound of a latch sliding into place. 

Marley had locked them in the lighthouse.