I had to take it one deep breath after another. New York City. How did he choose New York of all places? It was overly populated and easy for me to lose my cool here. It had been three weeks since I had something to eat. I've never gone so long without a bite before. I stumbled along the drive way. Everything appeared distorted but I had to find my way back. I leaned on the stone building for support as I edged my way through the narrow path. Sadly though it didn't help much and I collapsed onto the cold cement.

"Oh my gosh are you okay?" someone nearby questioned me with a shout. I lifted my head in time to see a figure rushing towards me. Though a haze set over my eyes I could still make out the beautiful figure.

"Don't worry," a high-pitched voice that obviously belonged to a young woman no older than nineteen, comforted with more than enough worry in her voice, "I'm getting some help now." I managed to get to my feet in a swift moment. There was a confused look on the girl's face a I immediately I knew I was wrong. I wasn't looking at a girl but one of the most dazzling men I had ever laid eyes on. Perfectly toned skin with striking blue eyes.

"There's no need I'm fine," I reassured him though I was leaning against a dumpster that had a rather putrid smell to it. Glad that my sense of smell hadn't failed me. Although it wasn't doing me any good with the boy being so close.

"No you're not. it's no trouble at all just let me-"

"I'm fine!" I interrupted my words coming out sharply. The boy jumped back looking quite alarmed. This night wasn't turning out too good for me. I had to get home but I couldn't really do it with this guy wanting to help me. Maybe I could try...no. What am I thinking? I couldn't attempt something like that on an empty stomach. I was weak and needed much more power for that. Right now though it was my only chance. I looked up into the boy's perfectly blue eyes. He met my gaze on his own which would save me a bunch of power, "I'm fine. I don't need you to call anyone for help." I watched as my words ringed in his ears. His look of worry softened into one more of kindness. I let out a sigh happy that everything had worked despite my loss of energy.

"You should at least let me get you something to eat. You look dreadful," he spoke examining me from head to toe. I couldn't muster any strength to say no so I gave a simple nod and allowed the boy to help me to my feet as I leaned upon him. He slowly started out of the alley when his eyes met my face again.

"My name's Blaine," I told him. Once I actually listened to my words I realized how harsh my voice sounded. My throat was even worse though. It seemed as though a flaming iron rod thrusted itself down into my throat. Each time with more force and heat than the next. Then there was a solution to everything right beside me. I couldn't take a bit out of the boy though. Not after he had shown me shown me so much compassion.

"Kurt."