Kurt had accepted his life. When he was taken from his father when he was eight, he had fought relentlessly. He could remember actually making one of these monsters bleed with just his nails. But when his father's life had been threatened, he quickly stopped fighting. Now he just let them take what they wanted from him without a sound. He laid there on whatever surface they wanted him on, whether it be a bed, a couch, a chair, against a wall, or even on top of their bodies. They never spoke to him, seeing him as nothing more than what he saw himself as now. A thing. Nothing more than a blood source.

His life at the mansion wasn't too horrible. He was sure that there were many humans that didn't have the life he held. Sure, his body was used countless times against his own will. But Master never harmed him. If one of the other Vampires hurt him too badly, Master would keep the blood-suckers from coming near him until he was fully healed. Master kept him fed with healthy foods and kept him hydrated so that he could be used whenever someone needed.

But there were also times when Master needed to punish him. When a Vampire came to Master with a complaint, Kurt was punished. The first time it happened, Kurt had screamed loudly until Master threatened to rip out his tongue. Those were the only times he ever harmed Kurt and it was never permanent damage. A few bruises here and there, nothing worse than what he got from the things that came to feed off of him.

What terrified Kurt, more than the blood, the monsters, or the lingering though that his father would be killed for his disobedience, was a man. He had dark hair with hazel eyes that seemed to burn their way through Kurt's body. The man captivated him, left him wondering what lied behind those eyes. Was he kind? Was he like the other monsters who made their way into Kurt's waiting room. The man never came into the room. He'd watch Kurt through the bars of the doorway as others fed on him, but he never came into the room itself. Kurt had thought about asking Master about the man, but it never came up.

Kurt didn't even know if the man was a Vampire or not. He seemed wise beyond his years, and he walked around as a free man so he had to have some supernatural blood in him. Master seemed to hold him to some regard, but Kurt was never informed of how deep their relationship ran. Well, when it finally happened it surely wasn't planned by any party. No, it was pure coincidence. Isn't that how most stories start? A coincidence?

Kurt sat in one of the seats of the dining room. There was a plate of fruit in front of him, the rest of the table covered in a feast fit for fifty men. But the only occupants were Kurt and Master. Master sat at the head of the table, drinking from a glass. Kurt had been there long enough to know that it wasn't wine that filled Master's cup. Kurt's elbow was on top of the table with his head cradled in his hand. He pushed the food around with his fork lazily. He wasn't chained there, he wasn't compelled to stay there. He could leave the mansion at any time, but he didn't. The Vampires were quick and a stray human could be found by the wrong sort. Kurt wasn't a fool, he knew of his own beauty, he knew that there were many that desired him as their own and not all of them would be as kind as Master. He dreaded the day when Master grew bored of him and decided to sell him for a quick profit. Many of the Vampires had already expressed interest in owning him completely and it was only a matter of time before Master said yes.

"What is wrong, pet?" Kurt's eyes flickered over to Master who was watching him with an amused expression. "You haven't eaten." Master gestured to the plate in front of Kurt.

Kurt looked down at it. He leaned back in his chair and looked at Master again. "I'm not hungry, Master." He said quietly. He was allowed to speak freely by Master, but only if they were alone or he was given permission. "I didn't sleep well last night."

Master nodded and stood up. Kurt stayed put, not moving as Master came over and trailed his hand over Kurt's neck, pressing lightly against one of the many bites on his neck. "Hm." Kurt stared at the table, letting Master look him over. "It seems that someone was a bit rough with you." Kurt tilted his head up to look at Master with curious eyes. Master smiled. "Do you remember who made this mark?"

Kurt shook his head. "No Master. I'm sorry." He said.

Master let out a small laugh, patting Kurt on the head as he returned to his seat. Kurt's eyes watched him. "No need to apologize, pet. Now, eat." He said. Kurt nodded once again and drove his fork into a piece of melon. He pushed it into his mouth and bit down, smiling as the juice slid down his throat.

"Master, someone is here to see you." Kurt's head snapped up at the growl that escaped Master's throat. Kurt looked over at the servant girl. He didn't have any prolonged contact with her, but he knew her name.

"Santana, thank you." Master said, standing up. "Send him in, but not before you tell him just how unhappy I am at having a meal with my pet interrupted." Kurt locked eyes with Santana. The other girl was sold into Master's custody when she was young. To anyone, she appeared to only be a few months older than Kurt, but she was much older than that. Her life had been his, a blood source, but there was an accident and she would be dead if it wasn't for Master. He gave her his blood and saved her life, but turned her into a Vampire. Now she served Master to repay him for the gift of life he gave her.

Kurt feared that one day her story would become his. That soon Master or someone else would feed him their blood, then kill him. It wasn't unheard of for a Vampire to find a human they wanted, give them blood against their will, and then kill them. You needed a drop of human blood, or you died.

Santana looked at him before turning on her heel and headed back out of the door. Kurt looked at Master. "Master, quiet?" He asked for confirmation.

Master looked at him and nodded. "Do not speak unless you are spoken to." Kurt nodded. Kurt looked over at the door again, waiting to see who had interrupted them. Master walked over and rested his arms on the back of Kurt's chair.

Kurt's eyes widened as the man came in. The man he'd been so interested in for the past year or so was now standing in their dining room. Kurt looked up at Master.

A smile appeared on Master's face. "Blaine, how nice to see you again." So, his name was Blaine.

Blaine smiled back at Master. "And you as well." His eyes drifted to Kurt. "I see you've brought your pet out today. I'm not used to seeing him without bars between us." Master's hand rested on Kurt's shoulder firmly. "I do have a reason for being here, of course."

Master nodded. "Of course, have a seat." He motioned to the seat opposite Kurt. Blaine took the seat, sitting down. His eyes locked on Kurt again who kept his gaze trained on his plate. "Kurt, continue eating." Master demanded. Kurt nodded and bit into a piece of orange.

"Kurt." Blaine said. "An unusual name for such an unusual creature."

Master laughed, tilting his head towards Kurt. "You two have never met officially, have you?" He asked. Kurt shook his head. "Blaine is a very old friend of mine." Blaine smiled at Kurt. "We were friends growing up." Well, that answered one of Kurt's questions. "We were turned by the same person actually. Blaine's one of my greatest allies. Actually, we were discussing you in our last meeting." Kurt's eyes widened as he looked at Master. Master took his hand and squeezed it in a comforting manner. "Do not worry, pet."

"I will not harm you." Blaine said with a concerned look. "We were talking about you coming to live with me." Kurt shook his head, hunching in on himself.

"You don't have much of a choice, pet. You belong to Blaine now."

Kurt looked at Master with tears in his eyes. "Master, no!" He begged. "Please don't give me away."

"Kurt." Master's tone was forceful and it immediately caused Kurt to shut his mouth. It was the same tone that was usually followed by a threat to what Kurt cherished most. "Blaine is your master now. He has paid for you and you will go with him." Kurt's lip wobbled.

Blaine let out a sigh. "Kurt," Kurt looked at him. "you do not need to fear me or what will happen to you in my home."

"I have every reason to fear you. You're both Vampires, from birth we are taught that Vampires are to be feared, that to be owned by one is the worst thing that can happen to you. To become one, is a fate worse than death. I have reasons to fear both of you." He looked at Master- or who was formerly his master. Blaine was his master now, right? "I do not want to go." He said. "I like it here, I'm safe here Master."

Master shook his head. "You do not have a choice on what happens to you." He threw a look at Blaine who nodded.

"Kurt," Kurt looked at Blaine again. "I can take you to see your father." Kurt's eyes widened and he straightened up. "Would you like to see him?" His voice was calm and reassuring.

Trap. It was a trap. "Yes." He said.

Blaine smiled, "Well, I'm sure he'd love to see you too. But, you'll have to come with me. Do not worry, I promise you no harm shall come to you." He stood up and walked over to Kurt, holding his hand out to him. Kurt glanced at Master for his approval. Master was gone. Kurt looked up at Blaine then back at the hand and slowly he slid his own into it. Blaine smiled and lifted him up. "You never need to be afraid again." He said.

Kurt felt a calm rush over him, enveloping him in darkness. For once in his life he did not fear it. Maybe it was the lingering thought that he'd get to see his father once again. Or maybe it was the warmth that he felt from being held in Blaine's arms tightly and securely that calmed him. He didn't fight the darkness. He let it take over him and lead him into another land entirely different from the one he resided in.

Maybe things would be okay.