The person sleeping at the other end of the large bed had his back to Kurt. He had a fleeting thought that prehaps he was still dreaming and his subconscious was about to carry out another one of his sexual fantasies. Then it all came back to him. That person was something from his nightmares and Kurt was now owned by him.

The human felt a wave of anger wash through him as he straightened up in bed, glaring daggers at the creature.

The last conversation they had before Kurt had passed out swam to the forefront of his tired brain and Kurt wondered if the door was now unlocked. The less time he spent in the creature's company the better, he thought.

Kurt disentangled himself from the blankets and crawled to the foot of the bed as quickly and quitly as he could. Once there, he swung his legs out of bed and onto the floor.

Kurt headed right for the door, but stopped as he caught sight of the antique table with the lamp. The matchbook sat next to it and he glanced over his shoulder at the four-poster.

Vampires could be killed only three ways: a wooden stake through the heart, an axe through the throat or fire--choice of body part up to the hunter.

All he had to do was light a match and send the bed up in flames. Blaine would be killed in the ensuing inferno and then, perhaps, he could escape in the confusion it would be sure to cause.

He bit his lip and scanned the room. That's when Kurt noticed the security camera fixed in the upper corner of the room and all of his plans were dashed. He didn't want to die and he would surly be executed in the worse possible way if he murdered Blaine--especially with him being a count and all.

Kurt sighed and turned his attention back to the door. He took the knob in hand and turned.

The door was unlocked and he pushed it open, preparing for the escort he knew waited for him on the other side.

Kurt nearly laughed out loud when he saw who his guard was. It was a boy who had to have been no older then ten or eleven.

The boy had an upturned nose, sandy hair and green eyes. He was a weedy individual that looked like he could be easily pushed down by a strong breeze.

Kurt's mind began to formulate a plan to either ditch the kid or knock him out, giving him ample opportunity to make a break for it.

Then he felt a cold nose on his hand and he looked down to see a fucking wolf standing there. The beast was at least four foot tall at the shoulder and its bulky sinew could easily be seen under its gray and white fur.

"Renfield likes you," said the boy. He was nearly as soft-spoken as Kurt was, but his voice held a tone to it that almost sounded like an adult's. It was very unnearving actually.

Kurt cleared his throat. Maybe he was imagining things.

"How can you tell?"

The boy grinned, "You sound like girl."

"Yeah and you look like a badly put together scarecrow. What's your point?"

The boy scowled and pulled his jacket closer around his scrawny frame. This made Kurt fell kind of bad, but he wasn't about to apologize to the kid.

"I'm supposed to take you to breakfast."

The boy started down the corridor and Renfield nudged Kurt with his nose to get him moving.

Maybe it wouldn't be easy to get away after all.

The boy didn't bring Kurt to a dinning room, but instead they headed into the kitchens. About ten different humans were bustling around, preparing food.

A plump, middle-age woman with graying hair spotted the trio and waved them over.

"You must be the new one," she said, addressing Kurt.

He shrugged, "I guess so."

"Kurt, isn't it? I can't bealive that Count Anderson broke down and bought a personal human for himself."

Kurt didn't like the sound of that. It sounded bad.

"Personal human?"

"Well it sounds better then saying personal slave, doesn't it? I'm Kim, by the way, and you've met my son, Henry."

Kurt looked at the boy who was eyeing a tray of jelly doughnuts.

"Your son?"

"Why does he keep repeating everything?" Henry was watching Kurt now suspiciously, "Is he slow?"

"Hush, you," Kim scoled him, "and be polite. This is all new to him. Not everyone can be as privileged as us to be born into a coven. Now go eat something."

Henry shot Kurt another sharp look before shuffling off to annoy someone else, Renfield trotting after him.

"You think it's a privilege to be kept by these things like cattle."

"I know what you're thinking, dear," Kim patted his arm sympathetically. "You're right that there are covens that don't treat their humans right, but you mustn't judge them all. The Westerville Coven has always been kind to their slaves."

"It doesn't bother you that they think we're lesser then them, though? And what exactly is a 'personal human'?"

"Oh, I'm sure Count Anderson will tell you in due time. Now why don't you eat something? You're so thin."

Kim pressed a plate into his hands and Kurt decided that was all he was going to get out of her for now.

He looked over the food and his stomach growled loudly. Kurt glanced around the room in embarrassment, but no one seemed to be paying attention to him.

He loaded his plate with pancakes, bacon, strawberries and ham. Grabbing a cup of tea, he went back to Kim to ask her where he was supposed to sit.

"Oh, you can eat right here, dear." She indicated a stool and he sat down, putting his plate down on a cutting board that rested on the table.

Kim began kneading dough across from him, humming softly to herself.

After Kurt's appetite had been somewhat satisfied, he decided to ask Kim about Renfield.

"So, um, does your son usually play with wild animals?"

Kim laughed, "Renfield can't be considered a wild animal. Henry found him out in the woods as a pup. The poor thing was nearly dead and Henry nursed him back to heath. We don't know what happened to the parents, but he's found a home with the pack that lives in the woods out back."

Kurt nearly choked on his tea. "You have wolves living here?"

"Of course. Any home with a vampire in it usually does. Rats and bats too. They're attracted to vampires rather then being detered by them as most others are."

Maybe I won't be getting out of here after all, Kurt thought. Out loud he said, "Why's that?"

Kim shrugged, "I've never been curious enough to ask. I'm not even sure if vampires really know why. It might have something to do with them all being nocturnal."

Kurt didn't hold with that. There were plenty of nocturnal creatures. If that's really what it was, then why didn't they fawn over the monsters as well?

He let it go for the moment, though, finishing his breakfast silently.

////

After he was done eating, Kim asked him if he wanted a tour of the mansion and its grounds.

He answered in the affirmative and was introduced to another man by the name of Andrew.

Andrew was a pleasant-looking man somewhere in his early-thities with black hair and brown eyes. He was also very tall, at least 6'3".

"Which would you like to see first, the grounds or the house?"

"Whichever you think is best."

"Hm, we'll start inside and work our way out."

"Sounds good to me."

The mansion was quite old and the rooms had a regal feel to them. The walls were covered with wood paneling and the floors were white with each tile being outlined in black.

The first floor didn't hold much except for a smoking room, a dinning hall, a sitting room and a large ballroom

The second floor held bedrooms for the vampires and the human slaves. As they were walking along, Andrew telling Kurt the name's of 'the masters' Kurt wondered just how many vampires were a part of this coven.

"Westerville's is one of the biggest. Thirty in all."

The look on Kurt's face was one of horror, but Andrew managed to misinterpret it as wonder.

"I know," he said almost proudly, "that's why so many of our kind work for them."

"And do each of them have a...personal human?"

"Now that you're here, yes."

"Why do they need one?"

"Well they don't really, it's just easier, that's all."

"How so?"

Andrew gave him a strange look, "Count Anderson hasn't told you of your duties yet?"

"No," Kurt said slowly.

Andrew cleared his throat and pulled at his shirt collar, "Well I'm sure he has a good reason for not telling you yet."

"Why can't you tell me?"

Andrew shook his head vigorously, "No,no, it's not for me to say."

Kurt huffed, "Why isn't Blaine's room down here?"

Andrew smiled, glad that he was able to answer this question. "You're master is the heir of the Dalton Estates. It's only right that he was given the best room in the mansion."

"Why's it called Dalton Estates? Shouldn't it be called the Anderson Estates?"

"That's not how it works with vampires. They can't have children after all, not like you and I can. Dalton was the surname of the first vampire who ruled this coven and those who have taken over have since then kept the name out of respect."

Kurt found this information very interesting. He had always been under the impression that vampires didn't respect much of anything, let alone each other.

Andrew and Kurt were walking up a wide, sweeping staircase now. A glass dome made up the roof and chips of light were thrown down on them as the sun shone through the glass.

"This floor houses recreational activits," Andrew told him, "there's a libray, not that that probably holds much intrest for you, eh?"

"I can read."

Andrew looked at him, startled. The man seemed at a loss for words at this news and Kurt smiled smugly. He wasn't going to explain that he came from a rebal colony if he didn't have to.

Andrew cleared his throat, "Well, okay then. There's a game room as well, darts and pool, things like that. This is the room that your master finds the most relaxing, however.

Andrew pushed open the double doors. "The music room."

Kurt looked around as he walked down the three steps that took him into the actual room. It was a beutiful place, the wallpapper depicting a hodgepodge of images. In addition, there were also framed paintings hanging on the walls as well. There were leather chairs and couchs arranged around a fireplace with a piano next to that.

Windows looked out into the back lawns and a harp stood in one corner of the room. A coffee table with a chess board was in the middle of the room. A bookcase was near the double doors with a small electrical lamp sitting on an end table next to a chair.

Kurt went over to the piano and ran a hand over it lovingly. He had always been intrigued by the instrument and he had old memories of his mother playing while he accompined her with his voice.

His throat closed up as he thought of her. She had died when he was six and the pain of losing her still pulled at his heart.

"Don't tell me you know how to play?" Andrew asked in amazment.

Kurt fought back his thoughts as he turned to look at the other human. He bit his lip at the awed look on Andrew's face, prehaps thinking of just where Blaine had found this strange, young man that seemed much better educated then any human alive in this day and age.

Kurt put him out of his misery by shaking his head. "I've just always loved the look of them," he lied.

"Hmm, well prehaps Count Anderson could teach you. He's quite good."

"Yeah, I'm sure he is," Kurt mumbled.

They stayed in the music room for only a few moments before moving off to complete the tour of the third floor and the grounds.

When they were through, Kurt stayed in the kitchens with Kim until dusk. He would have stayed longer, but she seemed to be convinced that Blaine would want him there when he woke up.

Grudgingly, Kurt mounted the stairs and climbed to the third floor. He opened Blaine's bedroom door just as the vampire was pulling back the curtain of his four-poster.

The creature yawned widely, fangs glinting in the dying light streaming through the window. Blaine rubbed the grit out of his eyes and looked up at Kurt.

"Good evening," he yawned again.

Kurt said nothing.

"What did you think of the staff and house?"

"The staff and house are both very nice." The reply was stiff.

Blaine grinned cheekily, "What did you think of Henry and Renfield?"

"Renfield was a...surprise. I'm not sure what to make of Henry other then the fact that he seems like the boys I grew up with."

Blaine laughed lightly as he stood. He stretched out his back and said, "You make it sound like you weren't one yourself."

Kurt smiled darkly, "Can't say I ever felt much like one. Perferred spending time with the girls. Didn't become interested in boys until my hormones kicked in."

Blaine stared at him as his mind worked out just what that ment.

"Then you are...sexually inclined towards men?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow, "Gay? Yeah. Is that a problem?"

Blaine giggled, "No. We're in the same boat, so to speak. Not that my people much care, but I remember what it was like to be ridiculed for it. I even slept with a woman to try and 'fight it' as they say and do you know what I got for it? These," he tapped his left fang with a finger and grinned.

Kurt gaped at him.

"Yeah, I know. But I was desperate. You think it's tough being gay now, imagine what it was like for me growing up in the 1800's. No one older and wiser to comfort you and tell you that's it's going to be okay. Complete hell."

The men stood in awkward silence. Then Blaine cleared his throat.

"Have you eaten dinner?"

"Yes."

Blaine nodded, "Okay, good. Um, let me get dressed, then we're going out."

"Out where?"

Blaine opened his closet door and selected a shirt and jeans.

"We're going to get you some new clothes. I'm sure you don't want to wear that every day." He motioned to the linen robes that Kurt still had on. "I'm afrid you're going to have to wear them into the city, however. I don't think my clothes would fit you very well."

Kurt couldn't help but smile. He was visibly taller then the vampire and he found that to be absoultly wonderful.

////

Blaine opened the door for Kurt and the human headed down the steps and to the driveway.

"Where's Thadeous? Isn't he your chauffeur?"

Blaine nodded, "But that doesn't mean I don't know how to drive myself. Besides, I want the time alone with you."

Blaine studied Kurt's face for a reaction, but the human seemed to know how to keep his emotions to himself unless he was caught off guard.

Blaine led Kurt to his BMW and opened the passenger side door for him. The vampire shut the door and went around to the driver's side.

As Blaine swung the car onto the street and headed for the city he cast his mind around for something to say to the human. As it turned out, he didn't have to as Kurt took care of that for him.

"So...what are my duties as your personal human then?"

Blaine tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

"I mean, I've been told I have them apparently. So what are they?"

Blaine cleared his throat, "Who told you about all this?"

"You won't get mad at them?"

Blaine heard the worry in Kurt's voice and he quickly assured him that he wouldn't get mad.

Nevertheless, Kurt was still hesitant. "Henry's mom, Kim and someone named Andrew. I wasn't given a last name. They didn't give me any details though."

Blaine nodded, "I doubt they would have." He sighed deeply before replying. "A personal human takes care of only one vampire. You're not expected to serve around the house and nobody else in the coven can give you an order unless instructed by me."

"There's got to be more to it then that."

"There is. The reason a vampire usually keeps a human to themselves is because they take blood from them. They also keep our darker desires, such as killing, under control by having regular intercourse with them."

"Then why haven't you taken a slave before now?"

"Have you ever heard of blood whores?"

Kurt's lip curled, "Yes."

"Don't dis them, Kurt. They're some of the nicest people you'll meet. Anyway, they're for people who don't have personal slaves. There's a brothel I visit once a week."

"You mean used to?"

Blaine glanced at him before looking back at the road. "I would think that you haven't taken to me that quickly and I'm not going to have sex with you if you're not willing. That would feel too much like rape."

Kurt looked stunned as he leaned back in his seat, folding his arms across his chest.

"When was the last time you ate?"

"Two days ago. I'm good for five more days."