It was midnight in New York; the year was 1888. Apart from the heavy breathing of an injured young man, the streets were silent. Knowing what his parents were like, and how they had probably told everyone in the small village near New York City about why he had been beaten and thrown out of his parents home in the first place, the young man knew that it probably wasn't the wisest idea to walk through the streets, but if he hadn't managed to run away from his now old home, his father would've ended up killing him, rather than just dying unnoticed in the streets. To his surprise, his mother actually did nothing to stop it, but instead just hurled verbal abuse at him as he tried to push his father off him, and his brother just stood there in shock. Though, no doubt his brother would've been attacked as well, but to a much lesser degree.

As he turned around a corner, the young man heard someone who was a little older than him, and used to be at his school, shout something along the lines of "Faggot!", and he narrowly missed having the bottle that was tossed at him smash in his face. Before they could throw anything else at him, the young man just managed to break into a run, and barely heard the older boy and his friends cackling as they mumbled something – and from the way their tones sounded, it was probably about him.

The young man was running blindly, until he finally collapsed in a deserted alleyway, unable to move at all. Thanks to the fact that he'd ran that much in his state, he knew that he was probably going to die here. At least no one's going to come and finish me off.. He thought, crawling back against the wall, breathing heavier than before, as he craned his neck right back. Hopefully it won't take too long, though.

He couldn't help but think though... Was Leon worth this? Was he worth dying for? That answer should really answer itself... Of course he was. It just hurt so much that Leon would never know that he died for him. And that he was never going to see the other boy again.

A few more minutes past, and the young man just managed to see the silhouette of someone.

Someone who looked as though they were going to attack.

The young man instantly shifted further back up against the wall when the figure started to walk towards him slowly, and his eyes widened in fear. "St-tay back!" He croaked out, summoning all the strength and authority in his voice, but despite his efforts, his voice just sounded desperate instead. The silhouette didn't stop walking towards him, and seemed to increase in speed the closer it got to him.

Suddenly, the silhouette disappeared. The young man frowned in confusion, and sat up to try and see where the mystery person went. But just as he did this, the young man felt himself being pushed up against the brick wall, one hand was gripping tightly onto his jacket to hold him in place. He was expecting his neck to be snapped, and as much as he wanted to close his eyes, the young man couldn't, his eyes too wide in fear as he looked at the figure holding him up against the wall.

Just as the person brought one of their hands up, the young man instantly flinched when he expected to be punched, but instead, they just bit down into their own wrist hard enough to draw blood. The young man was confused to why they had done this, but then it seemed to click in his mind.

Oh, God no..

The young man started to flail in the figure's hold, pushing and kicking to get him away, but they didn't even flinch. They chuckled and shook their head, "Just stay still!" The now-obviously-male silhouette said hoarsely, holding tighter onto the young man's jacket tightened, and stood closer to him, making it next to impossible for the young man to move. Before he could react, the man brought his still bleeding wrist, and brought it up to the young man's mouth, forcing him to drink up the blood, and the more the young man fought and tried to push the other man away, the firmer the other man pressed his wrist against his mouth.

Eventually, the young man just gave up, and allowed himself to be force-fed the blood. There was no use fighting it any more – he was going to become one of them now. Leon had told him that their blood could be used to heal any injuries, but the amount that he was being forced drink was too much for that, and he knew that this man was probably going to kill him.

After a few minutes of drinking this "man's" blood, he finally dropped his wrist, but his grip on the young man's jacket never loosened. The "man" then leaned in and whispered softly into his ear. "Soon.." He breathes heavily "We'll be together soon... Forever."

A shiver runs down the young man's spine. He knew that voice. And he'd told him that he didn't want to be turned... Not without permission, at least.

Leon... What the hell was he doing?

Feeling the grip loosen on his jacket, the young man breathed out a sigh of relief, before his breath hitched sharply when he felt the hands caressing over his neck softly. He holds Leon's gaze, his eyes wider than than before. "Leon..." He begs softly "Please.. Don't."

When the young man was expecting his neck to be snapped, he heard heavy footsteps landing in the alleyway. Both he and Leon look in their direction. Just then, he felt his head being turned to the side, and held gazes with Leon.

"Forget that I was here," Leon said harshly, and ran off.

As soon as the eye contact between him and Leon was broken, the young man's mind became foggy – like it had been a lot during the past year with some things - and his knees became weak as he fell to the floor.

What am I doing here...?

He looked to his side, and he felt incredibly nervous as someone started approaching him. But, they didn't seem like they were going to attack him. The closer the person got, it was easy to tell that it was a young woman. One who was probably only a couple of years older than he was.

"Oh, you poor thing.." She said, softly, crouching down next to him. She then held onto his hand and pulled him up slowly "Come with me.."

The young man was half aware of this woman taking him to her own house, until he was sat down in a couch, and the woman comes back with some kind of a drink for him.

This was the Hummel house.. What was he doing here? He'd never even spoken to them before.

"Drink this, you'll feel better in the morning," Mrs Hummel smiled and handed him a mug. "It's a medicine." She said when the young man sniffed it "It's been in the family for years. It's simple – but it's effective."

"Thank you.." The young man said softly, taking a small sip of it. He felt the effects immediately, but he couldn't help but feel he knew what this was.. It was really familiar. Nevertheless, he continued drinking it.

"You're Kurt, right?" Mrs Hummel asked, smiling as the young man nodded "It's horrible what happened to you.. Your father wasted no time telling everyone he knew that you went to that party with that boy, Leon... Neither Burt or I understood why he felt the need to disown you, but I never imagine that he would've done this to you." Mrs Hummel sniffed and wiped her eyes – was she always this over-emotional? "But, you're welcome to stay here as long as you want."

"Thank you, Mrs Hummel," The young man said with a slight smile "I really appreciate it, but I'm not sure if I should still stay in this town, if I'm going to be honest."

"I completely understand," Mrs Hummel smiled again "But Burt and I are moving to Ohio in a month, so you're welcome to come with us then. But I'll let you think about it. Anyway, it's about time you slept."

Mrs Hummel then led the young man up to a room at the far end of the house. It was a plain room, clearly used for guests, but it was very well decorated, and clearly expensive.

"If you need anything, my room is at the end of the hall," Mrs Hummel said "Just knock, and wait for me, okay?"

"Yes," The young man nodded "Thank you again, Mrs Hum -"

"Please..Don't call me that," Mrs Hummel laughed weakly "Just call me Lily. There's no need to be so formal."

The young man just smiled and nodded.

"Now, change out of those clothes. There should be something you can wear in one of those drawers" Lily said "One of the maids will clean what you're wearing during the day".

And with that, Lily turned around and left the room.

The young man didn't get changed straight away, and just let himself get used to his surroundings before he changed into a pair of blue silk pajamas that were slightly too small for him, before dropping his dirt and blood covered clothes into a hamper in the corner of the room. He then climbed into the bed, and instantly fell asleep.

Sometime during the night, the young man thought he heard the window to his room being opened, and a pillow being taken out from underneath him. He didn't think too much of it – or he couldn't due to his tiredness. He only reacted when he suddenly couldn't breath. The young man was now fully awake, and he tried to push what was presumably a pillow being held against his face, but like what happened when Leon was force feeding him blood, the more he pushed, the harder the pillow was being pushed against his face. Quickly, his breath left him, and eventually, he stopped moving – and breathing.

A few hours a later, the young man groaned and awakened. His head was pounding, and he was hungry. Things that were foggy in the past year were starting to piece together. The strange bruises across his body, why he'd feel sick whenever Leon left, and why the same was happening to his brother.

The young man then noticed a maid in his room.

Oh good, maybe she could get him food.

"Excuse me, Miss?" he said, trying to get her attention "I'm really hungry, can you get me something to eat?"

But the maid just ignored him.

Why was she ignoring him? Did she not hear what he said?

He was hungry. Really hungry

When the young man looked closer, he saw the maid grumbling over something. He furrowed his eyebrow in confusion, trying to see what happened. When the maid turned around, he saw a long cut down her arm, and blood was running down her arm, and she was trying to clean it up with a rag.

Instantly, Kurt jumped up out of his bed, and looked right at the cut on the girl's arm, ignoring the pounding in his head, his tongue instinctively running over his lips.

He was really freaking hungry.