He sighed and allowed his hazel eyes to close. David and Jeff should have been back by now. They knew he didn't like waiting, even if it was for pitiful animal blood. It would at least quench his thrist. But they were late and he was so hungry that his fangs were pushing into his bottom lip. They would have to face his wrath when they came back. They better have a damn good explination for why they were not back by the alloted time. He would have to send Wes and Nick next time. Actually, that wasn't the best idea either. Those two liked to goof off. It would be best just to go by himself. At least then he could be assured he would get blood.

He let out a growl and glared at the door, waiting for it to open. If they didn't hurry he was going to go out and find them. It wouldn't end well.

It wasn't hard to catch a deer! They had been doing it for months now, ever since they had moved into the woods next to the town of Lima, Ohio. It was a small town, where deaths made front page news. Therefore they could not hunt humans here. It was hard, yes, but they had to stay. It was safe here. Other vampires were hunting for him. They would not think to look here.

His stomach gave another growl. While Wes, David, Nick, and Jeff and adjusted to the change of animal blood, he had not. They were all tempted to drink from humans when they stupidly wandered into the woods, but him more than the others. Sometimes the thrist was unbearable and they attacked a human who was camping in the woods. Bears were blamed and no one was any the wiser.

But it was colder out now, and no one wanted to go camping. So they were stuck with bland animal blood. Oh how he craved the sweet tangy taste of mortal blood. It had been much to long.

The thought of blood made his insides cletch painfully, demanding blood. Angry, Blaine grabbed the empty glass beside him and chucked it at the fireplace, where it shattered.

He heard a chuckle and spun around, glaring at Nick who was standing behind his chair, holding a bottle of beer. "Calm down, Blaine." said Nick, taking a spot on the couch. He held out the bottle to Blaine, who snatched it out of his hands. He took a drink drink, trying to put off the hunger eating at his stomach. "Wes and David are so going to get it, aren't they?"

"They have ten seconds until I go looking from them."

"A count down!" Nick clapped his hands. "Can I do it?"

Blaine rolled his eyes and moved his hand in a dismissive gesture.

"Yes!" After a quick fist pump Nick began the count down. Blaine locked his eyes on the door. "10..."

"9..."

"8..."

"7..."

"6..."

"4..."

"You skipped five." Blaine pointed out.

"Did not!" said Nick.

Blaine narrowed his eyes. "I heard you skip it!"

"I have no idea what you are talking about." Nick huffed.

While they were bickering, the door to their cabin opened. A black boy entered, dragging a dead and bloody stag behind him. Blaine and Nick's eyes both lit up at the smell of blood. Wes came in from the kitchen, eyes immediatly drawn to the bloodied animal on the floor.

But other than the smell of animal blood, Blaine smelt something else. Something sweet. "What else do you have?" Blaine demanded, getting off the couch and walking towards his friend. "Where is Jeff?"

David smiled and dropped the stag as if it were nothing. "We've got a surprise. I think you'll really like it. It will make up for us being late. So don't beat the shit out of us yet." He moved aside to let Jeff walk through the door, a boy restrained in his arms.

Blaine's eyes went wide. It was a human in Jeff's arms. One of the most beautiful humans Blaine had ever seen. He had chesnut colored hair that was a bit messy, though it looked like it had been perfect before that. He was pale. So pale Baine would have thought the boy was a vampire if he didn't know better. His eyes were a stunning shade of blueish green, and looked as if they would change colors. Right now they were filled with fear. Tears had left streaks on his face that stopped at the gag around his mouth. He had a button nose that was just adorable. Blaine wanted to kiss that nose and watch the boy's face scrunch up in such a cute way.

Blaine's gaze traveled down and saw that the boy was in nothing but his boxers. Goosebumps covered his long, lean body. He must be freezing. Blaine was tempted to wrap the small boy in his arms so he would stop shivering. He would hold the boy to his chest and tangle their legs together. The boy would cuddle up against his chest and place little kisses to his jaw. They would warm each other.

"What is this about?" snapped Blaine, tearing his eyes away from the boy with the beautiful blue eyes. He glared at his friends. They knew bringing back humans was unacceptable. This was how they would get caught. Against his will his eyes drifted back to the boy, whose eyes were shooting all around the room. He could hear the boy's fast heartbeat from where he stood. For some strange reason he couldn't explain, Blaine wanted to take the boy away from Jeff and comfort him. He shook his head firmly. This was ridiclous.

"We found him in the woods." said Jeff excitedly, shifting the boy in his arms. "He was wandering around, just like this. Before you get mad, Blaine, he was heading into Werewolf territory. If he dies from us it will be much better than dying from those beasts."

The boy looked scared out of his mind at these words. Tears poured faster down his face and faint sobing could be heard from behind the gag. He struggled to get out of Jeff's arms, but the vampire was much stronger than him. Blaine could see the hopelessness filling those blue eyes. He turned his gaze on Blaine, silently begging to be let go.

The thought of hurting this stunning human created a pain in his chest. While the boy's blood smelled so very good, he resisted it. How could they even consider hurting something so incredible?

"Who said we were going to kill him?"

The other vampires in the room looked confused. "But...we haven't had human blood in so long..." mumbled David. "and he won't be missed much, I'm sure. You can't just pass up this opprutunity! Camping season isn't for months! We have a perfectly good human right here to drink from!"

Blaine shot forward until he was inches from David. He was shorter than the boy, but the power and anger he emmited was enough to make anyone cower. "Lay one finger on him and I will rip your throat out." Blaine growled. He looked at the others. "That counts for all of you! I am the leader of this group and what I say goes! Harm him in anyway and I personally toss you into a group of hungry werewolves! I don't care if they kill you or not! Understand?"

They all nodded slowly, too scared of Blaine to ask why he was acting so odd. Blaine couldn't have given them an answer. He turned towards Jeff and stopped right in front of the boy. His elvish like features were even more beautiful this close. Blaine reached out and took the boy's pale face between his thumb and forefinger. The boy flinched violently. Slowly, Blaine removed the gag from around the boy's mouth. His lips were a rosey pink color. They looked so very kissable.

"Are you going to kill me?" the boy whispered, never breaking eye contact with Blaine.

The boy's voice was angelic and made a small smile tug at Blaine's lips. This boy was amazing. "No, angel. It would be a crime to kill someone as beautiful as you." If possible, the boy's got even wider. A tiny blush lit up his face. Everything this boy did just made him more gorgeous. "What is your name?"

The angel looked like he didn't want to answer. Blaine understood why. The poor thing was terrified. He had just been kidnapped by people who talked of killing him and then called him beautiful. He had every right to be hesitant. But Blaine really wanted to know the boy's name. He stroked the soft cheek under his hand soothingly. The skin was like silk. He bet his fangs would slip easily into the delicate pale skin. The boy's blood would be delicious, he could tell.

Blaine quickly banished these thoughts from his mind. Now was not the time. The boy slowly licked his dry lips. Blaine was entranced by the little pink tounge as if swept over those delectable looking lips. It took everything he had not to lean forward and kiss the boy senseless while running his hands up and down that incredible body, so he could grab that lovely little ass in his hands...

Okay, that train of thought wasn't helping things either. Blaine focused again on the boy. "My name is Kurt..." he muttered.

Kurt. A beautiful name to go with a beautiful boy. "My name is Blaine. I will make sure you are safe. But you must rest now, angel." He moved his hand from Kurt's down to his neck. With a gentle push, Kurt went limp in Jeff's arms. Blaine ordered him to put the boy in Blaine's room and then come back so he could have blood.

When all the vampires were surrounding the large animal, Blaine made an annoucment. "We are out of blood bags in the freezer. Tommorrow we must get more. I want this house locked down while we are gone. Kurt must not escape, and nothing better come in here and hurt him."

"What do you plan to do with him, Blaine?" asked Wes.

Blaine really didn't know. What he did know was that he wanted Kurt to stay. Everything else would just have to fall into place later. "We will all find out eventually. Now drink." Blaine pointed to the stag. Instantly the five vampires were on the stag, sinking their fangs in and sucking down the cold blood. The hunger in Blaine's stomach was silenced.

When he pulled away after he had had his fill, Blaine ordered the others to get rid of the body. Without a second glance back Blaine went to his room. He opened the door and saw Kurt lying sprawled out on his bed, chest rising and falling softly and looking beautiful, and smiled.

But then the smile slipped. This was a mistake. Kurt was a human. A freaking human,

Blaine covered his face with his hands. He was so screwed.