In one way, it seemed very lucky for the resistance, though looking at it logically, Kurt knew he was in deep trouble.

A member of the staff with medical knowledge had been called in and he demanded Kurt strip down. With shaking fingers, Kurt obliged. What else was he supposed to do?

The medic's fingers were rough on him as he checked for lumps or lacerations on Kurt's body. Finding none, the medic shone a light in Kurt's eyes and then felt his teeth before moving on to test his reflexes.

The medic grinned, "He's in perfect health, gentelmen. I think our client will be very pleased we found one."

"I'll call him then. See if he's still interested." The one who had spoken gave a bark of laughter, obviously knowing that their client would be very interested.

The speaker went to the phone in the side of the wall and dialed a number.

There was a brief pause, then: "Yes, hello, sir. I've got something here you might be interested in. Well, sir, he's an O blood class. Yes, that's right, sir. Perfectly healthy. Should we bring him down? Yes, sir, right away."

The speaker hung up the phone and turned back to his collogues. Kurt shuddered at the terrible smile plastered on the vampire's face.

"Oh, don'g look so terrifed, boy," cooed the vampire who Kurt had come to call the guard. "Our client isn't going to kill you. No, no, you're too valuable for that."

The guard seized Kurt's left arm and hauled him towards the door, the medic and speaker following behind.

Kurt felt his heartbeat increasing until he was sure he would suffer a heart attack at any moment. He was brought down to the lowest levels of the club and was halted in front of a door with two large vampires guarding it.

The speaker knocked on the door, "Sir, we've got your type O out here."

There was a moment's pause and Kurt darted his eyes around, as if looking for a way to escape. As if he could have broken the guard's grip anyway.

The door opened and every one of Kurt's muscles tensed up as he came face to face with Paul 'the serpent' Bentley.

Bentley gave them all a once over before standing aside to let them in.

Kurt's heart plummeted as he entered the room. His situation just continued to get worse. The room he was in was the stuff of nightmares. Chains hung from the ceiling, many with young humans (both male and female)naked a suspended from them. They appeared to be unconscious and Kurt was surprised they were even alive since they were bleeding from terrible cuts along their backs, arms and legs.

A pit filled with water was cut into the ground below them with vampires lounging in ti, allowing the blood of their victims to drip down on them as if it were rain sent from Heaven.

There was a long table at the opposite end of the room. Instead of chairs, however, there were seats with a board attached to the front. Humans sat on this strange furnature with the front half of their bodies stretched out over the boards, their wrists fastened to the ends.

Vampires stood around them talking casually and stooping down to drink blood from the humans before conversing with their compaions again as if having a meal.

Elsewhere in the room were vampires having sex with tied up humans who Kurt took to be their slaves. To one side of the room sat a man lounging on an antigue fainting couch, watching the proceedings around him.

"Well, bring it here then," the man on the couch said.

The guard yanked Kurt over to the couch and Kurt instinctively started pulling and twisting his arm to try and get away.

The man on the couch found this exceedingly funny.

"Now, now, sweetheart, there's no point in you acting like that."

The guard shoved Kurt to his knees before the man. The vampire shot the guard an annoyed look.

"Idiot, be careful with him. You can let go of him now as well."

The vampire on the couch straightened up and took a fistful of Kurt's hair, yanking his head back so they were looking each other in the eye.

"He's wonderful. Nice thick hair, beautiful eyes...You didn't steal him did you?"

"No, sir," the speaker replied.

"Good. The last thing I want is for someone to come looking for him. You are all dismissed."

"Um, sir, you did promise us that if we found--"

"I know what I promised you. Now get out of here."

The vampire looked into the speaker's eyes and Kurt heard the speaker gulp.

The three vampires who had brought Kurt there, quickly left the room and the vampire on the couch turned back to Kurt.

He chuckled, "Oh, sweetheart, your heart sounds like it's about to break out of your ribcage."

The vampire bent down and pressed his lips to Kurt's. The human automatically tried to fight him, but the vampire tightened his grip in Kurt's hair until the young man gasped.

The vampire slipped his tongue into Kurt's mouth and Kurt had to fight back tears at the intrusion. What seemed like an eternity passed before the vampire pulled away from Kurt. He stared down into the human's gray-blue eyes with a look of possession.

The vampire moved his hands to Kurt's shoulders and held the human at arms length as his eyes sceanned Kurt's body. Kurt was still naked and he felt his skin growing hot at the thought of this monseter appraising his figure.

The vampire's eyes came to rest on Kurt's limp cock.

"Some vampires don't like it when their slaves speak, but I allow it as long as you address me properly. You may call me master, owner or sir."

'How about I just stick with asshole?' Kurt thought, but did not dare say it out loud.

"Is that understood, boy?"

Kurt didn't know what else to do, so he nodded.

"Speak to me, boy, I want to hear your voice."

"Yes...sir," out of the three, Kurt felt that was the less degrading for him as an individual.

"Good." The monster stood up, walking around behind Kurt. "Get up on the couch and lay down on your stomach."

Kurt clenched his fists.

"Now, slave!" barked the vampire.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Kurt obayed the vampire's commands. Praying desperately that Blaine, Puck, Finn, Mercedes or one of the others would be able to rescue him, he forced himself to lay still.

His com device was still on and hadn't been detected by the medic so he knew that the others could hear everything being said.

Presently, the vampire placed a hand on Kurt's back and the human jumped. The monster chuckled softly, "Aw, sweetheart, you're trembling. Just relax. I'm not going to hurt you...right now anyway."

Kurt swallowed hard even though there was no salive left in his mouth. The monster moved his hand down Kurt's back, lightly running his fingertips along Kurt's ass.

Kurt's hands balled into fists at such an intiment gesture. Blaine had been the only man to ever touch him like this and it was horrible vialition that this feind was replecating the actions of his lover.

The monster crouched behind him and spread his ass cheeks apart to better expose his tight hole. The vampire hawked and spat a glob of warm spittle on Kurt's entrence.

Kurt felt the vampire's finger at the ring of muscle and hissed as the creature slowly pressed the digit inside of him.

There had not been near enough lubercation and it caused an awful friction.

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut as the vampire began thrusting his finger in and out of Kurt's body. Without any warning, the vampire added two more fingers and Kurt screamed out in pain.

The vampire reached up with his other hand and began rubbing circles into Kurt's back as if trying to sooth him.

Kurt was breathing hard and desperately fighting back his tears. Had he come all the way here just to be raped and quite possibly tortured to learn nothing at all, no even the freak's name?

Suddely, the monster spoke, "Arch your hips, boy."

When Kurt did not respond right away, the vampire spaked the side of his ass hard. With a dry sob, Kurt shifted so that his rump was in the air.

"Hm, you don't seem to be responding. Which sex do you find attractive, boy?" The vampire spaked him on the ass again and Kurt yelped out "men!" before he could help himself.

'Fuck!' he thought fuirously. He had meant to say woman as he thought there nmight not be any repercussions for his lack of arousal.

"Hm, that's curious. Are you saying you don't find me attractive? Or are you just scared?"

"Scared...sir,?" he answered in a whisper.

Kurt waited anxiously for the vampire to say something.

"Then we ought to do something about that, shouldn't we?"

Kurt whimpered as the vampire reached out and curled his fingers around Kurt's flaccid cock. He began to slowly pump his hand up and down, increasing the speed as he went. Kurt's stomach knotted as his body betrayed his mind and his penis started growing hard.

"There we go," the vampire whispered in his ear, "See, I'm not going to hurt you."

Kurt shut his eyes and tried to block out the gentle murmering--not to mention lies--the vampire was producing.

He listened intently for the voices of his allies and a trickle of relief flooded through him when he heard their voices.
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Blaine was in an uproar, pacing back and forth and becoming both angrier and worried by the second.

He had turned his com device off a long time ago because he couldn't stand listening to the fucking son-of-a-bitch abousing Kurt. He desperately wanted to go down to that private room and kill every single asshole in that damn place--fuck the consequences.

"Blaine, please, you need to clam down. There's nothing we can do for him right now anyway."

"Do not fucking tell me to calm down, Thadeous!" Blaine thundered. "If they kill him--!"

"I don't think they're going to kill him, Blaine. You've heard everything being said. I think it's safe to presume they'll keep him alive because he's 'valuable'."

"That doesn't mean they won't hurt him and the one violating him right now sounds like he would love to do just that!"

"We need to wait for reinforcements to arrive before making a move. They should be here soon adn then we'll rescue Kurt."

Blaine kicked the wall in his anger and immediately regretted is as a dull throb worked its way up the digit. "This was a waste of time! We should have known that he woulnd't just give up his name!"

"No, but Kurt will be able to describe him to us once we get him out of there."

"Maybe, if the freak hasn't fucked him to death."
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Kurt was in a daze. He had passed out soon after hearing Thadeous say something about reinforcements.

The monster had not fucked Kurt, unless he counted the brutal finger-thrusting and yanking on his penis until he was hard and yearned for release.

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the vampire's cold hand on the back of his neck. The creature leaned down so that his breath caressed the side of Kurt's face.

"Don't fall asleep on me yet, sweetheart. I'm ready to taste you and it won't be as good if you're not fully conscious to respond to my touch."

Kurt swallowed hard as the monster wrapped an arm around his chest and hauled him to his feet. Kurt whimpered and leaned against the vampire involunarily as his ass ached horribly.

The vampire chuckled softly and brushed Kurt's hair out of his eyes. He spoke softly to him as though Kurt were a child being reasured by its parent.

Kurt stumbled slightly as he was brought over to the table with the humans strapped to the strange seats. Kurt summed what was left of his energy and was surprised to find that there was a lot more then had thought.

He twisted his body away from the vampire, but was not fast enough to fully escape the monster's clucthes. The vamprie tightened his grip on Kurt and proceeded to drag him to the table.

"You had better behave yourself, boy, or else I will punish you. You don't want that to happen, do you?"

Kurt clenched his teeth together, but did not answer.

The vampire slapped on the side, "Do you?"

"No...sir," he answered bitterly.

Suddenly, Mercedes's voice sounded in his ear, 'Kurt, just do what he tells you for right now. We'll be there soon. Just try to hold on.'

Kurt took a shuddering breath and his eyes fluttered close and open briefly.

'I'll do my best,' he thought.

The vampire led Kurt around to the table and forced him to sit down in one of the chairs. The 'chair' more like a box that Kurt was made to straddle. Leather straps were pulled tight around his ankles to keep his legs in place. The vampire then bent Kurt over the board attached to the front of the 'chair' so that his back muscles strained from the strange position. A wider strap of leather was lashed across Kurt's back to keep him in place. The vamprie brought Kurt's left arm up to attach it to the leather cuff at the front of the board.

He was just pulling Kurt's right arm to palce it in the other one when there was a sudden commotion outside. All activity from the vampires in the room stopped. Indeed, the only one who moved was Bentely, and that was to remove a gun from his belt and point it at the door.

Shots were fired outside and the door suddenly burst open. Bentely wasn't given enought time to aim before Blaine shot him the head. Bentley crumpled to the ground and the rest of the vampires assemebled sprang into action.

The ones who had been in the pit of water and blood climbed out and stood facing the attackers as if they stood a chance against the guns being aimed at them.

The vampire who had been abusing Kurt was staring dumbfounded at Blaine and the others and Kurt took the oportunity to back-slap him across the face. The monster stumbled away from Kurt in shock and Kurt quickly undid the strap around his wrist before fumbling with the strap across his back.

"No one move or you die," proclaimed Puck, eyeing the vampires who were still watching them in confusion and shock.

Blaine sprinted forwards, skirting around the line of vampires who still had water and blood dripping from them. The count kept his gun pointed at Kurt's abuser as he helped Kurt unbuckle the strap over his back. He allowed Kurt to undo the straps around his ankles.

Kurt climbed off the box-like seat to stand next Blaine who put a protective arm around his waist.

The two of them headed back to their allies, Blaine keeping the gun pointed at Kurt's abuser the entire time. Once they were saftly among their fellows, Blaine asked the obvious question.

"Should I just shoot the fucker now?"

"No," answered Jeff, "we have to turn him into the police."

Kurt's abuser snorted, "On what grounds? You are the ones who shot my bodyguard, ruined our fesivites and seem to be kidnapping my new toy."

Blaine growled and cocked the gun, "I dare you say that again."

"Ooo, so it would appear he's someone else's hey? Prehaps we could come up with some type of ownership agreement?"

"He doesn't belong to anyone!" Blaine roared, pulling his lips back as far as he could to fully expose his fangs.

"Who are you?" Thadeous demanded.

"I don't have to answere any your questions, expecially since you have not answered mine. What gorunds do you have to make a citizen's arrest?"

"We've uncovered a plot to assassinate the king and all his dignitaries. A plot, that our sources indicate, is led by you."

The vampire's lips curled slightly and his eyes flashed.

"You have no proof."

"You're not denying it," observed David.

Suddenly, there was the sound of running footsteps and two club bouncers were standing behind them. Both were quite large, but neither seemed to be very stupid as they eyed the weapons the allies held.

One of the bouncers radioed a superior and the allies wasted no time in sprinting for the nearest exit. Alarms went off as they pushed open the door that was clearly marked fire escape and continued running down the street.

The group turned down an alleyway where transport was already waiting for them. They climbed into the back of the van and driver sped away before the door was fully closed.

Everyone collpsed onto the floor, breathless.

Kurt jerked his head up when he flet a hand on his shoulder and let out a gust of air as he relized it was Blaine. The vampire was offering Kurt his leather jacket and Kurt shrugged it on gratefully.

"Okay," panted Puck, "did any of you recognize that maniac?"

"He looked very familiar," Nick replied slowly. "I can't be sure it was who I'm thinking of though."

"Who are you thinking of?" demanded Blaine.

"Mitchell Pearlman."

Jeff snorted, "Don't be ridiculous. That psyco's been dead for at least a century now."

"Actually, we don't really now that. They never found a body or any soild evidence that that explosion killed him."

Mercedes frowned, "Why would he keep hidden for so long?"

"Because he was going to executed anyway," David answered. "He was notorious for murdering entire covens. You see, his was at the lowest of the totem pole and he was under the impression that if he killed enough of the covens, pretty soon he would be the only count in America. Making him the most powerful man in the contry."

"But that doesn't make any sense," protested Kurt, "if all the other covens were destroyed who would be here to answer to him anyway except his own coven?"

"There are plently of other vampires who don't belong to covens," Thadeous told him.

"Well if that was him it would certainly account for the assassiantion attempts being carried out on the other counts and countesses who treat their humans properly."

"Yes, but, Blaine, this guy is planning to kill the king," Jeff remined him.

"Do you really think Pearlman would be past comitting regicide? Then he would be the most powerful vampire in the world, let alone America."

Everyone became quiet at that.

Nick sighed, "It might not even be him. We'll have to run a profile check on everyone who matches the description when we get back to headquarters."

"At least we don't have to worry about Bentley anymore," Puck said after awhile.

"Don't be too sure," Blaine told him. "A bullet in the head doesn't neccessarily mean dead when it comes to vampires. Trust me, I know."