Blaine

I hadn't been able to stick around the shop for an entire hour, yet I ran. But wasn't that the point? I was going to thank him, apologize for hissing and then leave never to be seen by that breathtaking boy again. How the hell did this suddenly become so hard?! I took a deep breath and dug into my pocket for my cell phone. There's someone I needed to talk to. I was dialing the all too familiar numbers as quickly as my fingers would allow.

"Hello?" I heard the voice of one of my closest friends, Wesley, pick up on only the second ring.

"Wes, where are you?" I demanded him to tell me and as per usual, there was no way that he could refuse.

"I'm in-"

"Just forget it. I need you to meet me somewhere dark and vamp-less. You need to bring a pair of jeans and a t-shirt or something with you, I'm gonna need it," I told him as my feet carried me down the street at a pace that was borderline vampire but could still pass for human, almost.

"Got it," Wes responded, not daring to ask a single question. As I rounded the corner I heard a door on his end of the line close.

"And Wes?"

"Yeah B?"

"Hurry up," I finished. Those words had marked the end of our phone call.

I had figured that only one person could really be trusted with whatever I had going on here and why not choose the person that I trusted most in this sick and twisted world. No don't get me wrong, Wes can still be pretty sick and twisted but more in the friendly and patronizing way than anything else. I tucked my phone back into my pocket, before stopping to figure out where exactly I was. The area wasn't too heavily populated which was honestly pretty rare. Still, there were too many witnesses for me. I stood completely still, taking in a whiff of the air surrounding me. North, it was definitely less populated if I headed that way. I didn't even think twice before heading in that general direction for at least fifteen minutes and considering the fact that I was moving faster than most cars, I knew I had to be a pretty good distance away.

Finally, I had come across something useful. It seemed to be an old, broken down aparcomplex. My guess is that it may have caught on fire four or five years ago and was then left to crumple in on itself. And that worked well enough for me.

The door, or at least the frame where a door had once rested, was bent all out of shape. It had caved in so that you would have to be five feet and five inched even to have any chance of fitting through. This meant that even I had bend a bit to make my way inside. The inside of the structure showed me that it hadn't caught fire, it was simply abandoned. I looked amongst the crumpled furniture that made up a lobby type area.

A film of dust seemed to cover everything here, except for maybe a couch covered in plastic. I moved behind a desk with a noticeably old office chair, but I took my chances and decided to sit in it. The top drawer of the desk slid open with ease where inside I could could spot a few of the old files a manager would keep. Some guy named Sam who used to work here, was actually pretty cute. I slipped his file back into an accordion folder before looking up with a smile on my face, "Well someone's tracking skills have approved. I thought it would take you longer to find me," I said throwing the folder back into a drawer.

Wes, who had been standing on the other side of the desk, had smiled back at me, "Even if they hadn't improved, I'd still be the best tracker you know," He bragged throwing a bag,which I assumed had a spare change of clothes in it, on the desk.

"Ooh someone's getting cocky."

"Getting? You'd think you didn't really know me," Wes had replied, "So why did you want the clothes?"

"Simple," I began pulling off the shirt that I had currently been wearing, "I'm burning these."

"Why?" Wes inquired.

"Because of the boy."

"A boy?"

"No, the boy," I had to correct him. I dug inside of the plastic bag Wes had thrown down and grabbed a sweatshirt that was inside.

"What boy?" Wes continued. He was more confused than I had heard him in a while.

"Kurt, he's the guy who helped me after I had pretty much been blood deprived for weeks," I continued looking at the pair of jeans that Wes had brought along with him. They looked like they would be far too tight and though I wasn't in the mood for skinny jeans now, I put them on anyway.

"Blood deprived? What stopped you from grabbing a bite from someone?"

"I killed on a full moon," I admitted in a hushed tone. I've been alive long enough to know pretty much every rule and limitation that came with this life of being a vampire. No going out in the sunlight, you have to be invied into someone else's house and one of the first that I've ever learned, do not kill during a full moon. If you break it, you'll be forced to suffer until the next full moon. You're suffering can come in different ways, you may be haunted by the spirit of a hunter, you could feel nothing but sharp jabs of pain the entire time, or you could go without feeding. It was one of nature's ways of saying we're still under its command, but I just wanna say a big fuck you to nature for that one.

"So what does Kurt have to do with you burning clothes?"

"Because his scent is all over them. I went to thank him for helping me, and when I say him again...he was just different from I had remembered and-"

"You thought he was cute," Wes said with a single nod. I didn't like the smug expression on his face simply because he was right and he knew it.

"T-that doesn't matter. Anyway, I stayed and talked with him when I really shouldn't have. But it felt pretty natural, you know? Then I started babbling and accidentally compelled him and I realized that I just couldn't stay after that. Now, I have to burn the evidence that I was with him," I explained to Wes. I stared at Wes, waiting, hoping that he would say something . There was no emotion of his face to read, no body language either. He was just still.

"You don't want Sebastian to find out," he finally spoke.

"If he finds out, I'm screwed. He turned me and still wants to look over me like I'm his child."

"Child? Please, you're his boy toy."

"I just want him to lay off. We had a thing once, ten years ago. That's all."

"Well stop giving into him. Tell him you wanna go off on your own,"

"I brought you here to talk to. Not for you to give me advice on how to handle Sebastian," I felt the need to remind him.

"Ouch. That kind of hurt," Wes responded holding a hand to his heart. I rolled my eyes before pulling a lighter from my pocket. I had bought it specifically for this.

"Whatever. Just stand back," I had ordered once a flame had been stricken. I threw the lighter onto the pile of clothes and watched as it slowly grew to engulf the whole pile of clothes.

"Wes," I had begun locking eyes with the other, "You will tell no one else about what we talked about today."