"The same thing I've been quizzing you about since we began this interrogation. Where are your contacts?"

"I'm telling you I don't have any. All of my allies were locked up in that prison van and are probably being tortured by those damn werewolves right now."

Blaine snorted, "You honsetly expect me to believe that you didn't have the foresight to have some of your followers lurking somewhere to help you out if not everything went according to plan?"

"That's precisely what I'm saying."

"I find it very difficult to accept that your conniving mind did not think of that."

"Well I'm sorry but it's the truth. I guess we can't all be as wise as the Great and Mighty Count Blaine Anderson."

"Cut the sarcasm, Smyth," Kurt barked at him.

The tall vampire turned a hostile eye towards Kurt.

"What is he doing here anyway? This should be a private matter between the Dalton Count and his former follower."

"Kurt is my lover and confidant. Where I go, he goes."

Blaine perched himself on the edge of the interrogation table and fixed Sebastian with a hard stare.

"Now, are you going to answer my question truthfully, or we going to have to torture the information out of you?"

Sebastian leaned back in his chair, returning Blaine's gaze with a defient one of his own. He would have crossed his arms over his chest if it weren't for the handcuffs.

"Do your worest."

Blaine's jaw locked as he studied the rebel for a few more moments. He sighed heavily and stood up.

"Kurt and I will give you fifteen more minutes to think all of this over before someone comes back with the necessary tools to force the information out of you."

Sebastian let out a fustrated sigh as he heard the door slam behind him. The people here had had the presence of mind to search him and taken anything off him that he might use as either a weapon or a lock-pick.

Anderson was absoloutly right of course, he had sent Neal and Arthur to a cafe to wait five hours for Sebastian to contact them. If they did not hear from him by this time they were to assume something went wrong and they were to bring the directions of the hidden base to the police.

If that didn't do in the rebels then he didn't know what would.

There was no clock in this room and they had taken his watch so had no way of knowing what time it was, but he had a feeling it had only been a couple of hours.

He supposed he would just have to endure for his cause.
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"I just wish I could have the pleasure of torturing him myself," stated Blaine as the finishing touchs of makeup had been applied to him.

"So would I. He put my friends through hell. But at least they're safe and we've got him in custedy and I don't think Jeremiah will hold back, do you?"

Blaine smiled grimly, "No, certainly not. He's never liked Sebastian."

"Who would?"

"Oh plenty. He can actually be quite charming when he wants to be. No, Jeremiah neither liked nor trusted him because Smyth was always trying to steal me away from him."

Kurt's eyes widened, "Smyth had a crush on you?"

"You sound surprised," Blaine returned cheekily.

Kurt slapped his arm, "You know what I mean."

Blaine chuckled, "Yes, I know what you mean. And don't know if you could call it a crush more then him just wanting me to relive his urges. I'm sure he thought it would be a win-win situation for both of us."

"Yeah, well, it doesn't matter anymore. Let's get to the club and get this over with."

Blaine and Kurt led the way outside, followed by ten of there disgused allies.

Their makeup jobs weren't quite as extensive since they wouldn't really be interacting with anyone. It was just a percaution on their part.

Among the group were Finn, Puck, Mercedes and Micheal. Kurt gave each of them a hug and wished them luck.

They did the same with him before following the vampires into the van that would take them to the club.
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Pearlman stood amongest his followers as many of them engaged in their usual activites at the club.

He usually saved 'meetings' here for Friday when he let them all have a bit of relaxation, but had found it necessary to allow it during the middle of the week since he did not want to postpone his recapture of the sweet little human.

He survayed his two guards, one was still Bentaly while the other was new. His name was David Karofsky and he had worked out pretty well so far.

Apparenlty Matthews had mistakenly told him he would be acting soley as an assassin, but Pearlman had noticed the look of relief in Karofsky's eyes when he said that he needed him as a bodyguard more then anything else.

He considered asking him way, but decided it didn't matter. As long as he was good at what he did and acted obedetintly, then Pearlman didn't really care to get into his past.

There came and knock on the door and male voice stated he was there for Pearlman's massage.

Pearlman nodded at his guards to open the door. He had to force back a huge grin as he took one step closer to getting his human back.