Kurt woke up with a groan, and pushed himself up out of the bed. Why was he still dreaming about that night? Yes, the night that he died, and became this... thing that he was now, but it was well over one hundred years ago. Kurt was expecting that it wouldn't keep coming back to him like this. Well, it wasn't like he thought about it often, but the tougher the time he was having in his life, the more that night came back to haunt him. And right now, Kurt was dreading on returning to McKinley High for another year.

Yet, despite this, Kurt was happy. It was his last year in McKinley, and his last year at Lima. Soon, Kurt and his family would be moving up to New York, and Kurt would start back from freshman year for what felt like the millionth time. It was a boring experience, but Kurt apparently didn't look old enough to go through college, and people would get suspicious that he hadn't aged at all. Kurt wanted to remind his parents that they could just compel them if people asked questions, but the argument was shot down quickly. Hopefully, this year however would work in his favour and he'd finally get the chance to enjoy the college experience.

Kurt wasn't going to ask right now. He was going to leave it until time got closer to when he was supposed to be looking at college courses if he was human, then ask his father. Right now, he just had to concentrate on getting through the year without too many bumps on the road. Which, he should probably should get a start on rather than just standing hopelessly at his bed.

He got washed, dressed, and had his hair styled in record time – even for him. One of the few good things about being what he is was how quickly he could get things done. Kurt could get up two minutes before the bell rang for school, and he'd arrive on time, while only looking just a little less good than he would want to. And it wasn't anything he could fix when he got to school after all.

After throwing his pyjamas into the hamper at the foot of his bed, Kurt caught sight of the drawn portrait sitting on his shelf. Leon... Kurt had no idea why he still had the picture of the damned boy after all Leon put him through, but he couldn't bring himself to throw it away. It was a reminder of who he was today, and why he was the way he was now. There was no changing what happened to him now, anyway, so there wasn't any point in moping about it. That was how Kurt saw it anyway.

Leon certainly was a strange thing in Kurt's life. When Kurt was human, Leon was the greatest source of happiness, and even though he didn't know it at the time, he was also the greatest source of pain as well. Now.. well, Kurt hadn't seen Leon in over fifty years, but it was nothing good any time Kurt saw him. His stupid, inhumanely hazel eyes; his unruly, curly, and dark brown hair, his defined muscles, and his overall annoyingly handsome and perfect face that always had a hint of malice and madness behind his features. The portrait sitting on Kurt's shelf captured every single one of those features – especially the eyes. Even though it was drawn in black and white (though the paper had turned brown with age), the artist had managed to capture just how vivid the hazel of Leon's eyes were. It was the only part that the artist had actually coloured, and though it wasn't easy to make out now, his eyes still stood out from everything else, even the malevolence etched on every detail of his face.

Kurt didn't even realize that he was staring at the picture until he heard his mother's voice yelling from downstairs. After shouting down that he'll be there in a minute, Kurt glared at the portrait before picking his school bag up and headed downstairs.

"Kurt, do you know anything about this?"

Kurt turned around from the counter where he was making coffee as his mother spoke.

"Know anything about what?"

Kurt's mother looked at him a little impatiently before handing him a newspaper article that read "MYSTERIOUS ANIMAL ATTACK STRIKES LIMA. COUPLE FOUND DRAINED OF BLOOD WITH STRANGE INJURIES."

Kurt blinked at the article for a few moments before he shrugged, and went back to making his coffee. "I don't know anything about it, Mother."

"Don't give us that, Kurt, we know how this works," Kurt turned around again, frowning at his father when he walked into the room.

"What?" Kurt looked at his father in disbelief "What are you talking about!? This was an animal attack!"

"Yeah, you tear up the bodies enough, they always suspect an animal attack." His father retorted. "You told us that you had it under control! It's been over a century, Kurt. You need to stop this!"

"Father, I've not even went out to do anything, let alone hunt for three weeks!" Kurt half-snapped, gripping tightly onto his mug, only loosening his grip when he heard the porcelain start to crack "I've been living off the spare blood you two keep stored up in the attic!"

"Really, Kurt?"

"You've always had problems keeping your anger under control when it comes to most people your age," His mother said, crossing her arms over "And the couple that were attacked weren't much older than you. They just left McKinley. Was it really not you?"

"Yes, really!" Kurt rolled his eyes, before downing the coffee, and almost slamming the mug into the sink, not even flinching when a large crack shot up the side of it. "Even if I did go out feeding on a human, I wouldn't have killed them. I would just compel them and leave them. But obviously, because I've not lived as long as you, I'm not logical enough to do that."

Before either of his parents could say anything else to him, Kurt quickly stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him. After taking deep breaths to calm himself, Kurt ran at full speed to the school, his surroundings a complete blur to him as he ran. Kurt knew that he more than likely over-reacted at what his parents had said. But he as getting sick of them always doubting that he had the ability to control himself when it came to humans. Kurt wasn't like his brother. Not everyone tasted or smelt as good as they did to his brother did. Every time that fed from a human, it satisfied his hunger, but the taste.. it wasn't ever as pleasant as his brother or other vampires made it out to be. There were a few that Kurt had to admit did taste nice, but it wasn't.. It wasn't anything special. Maybe Kurt hadn't found that person yet, or maybe he didn't pass through the transition stage correctly. Maybe he became a vampire too fast after dying, or it was just early enough for him not to die. That day was a complete blur too him, even if he tried to think about it as hard as he could.

When Kurt arrived a few feet away from the school, he slowed his pace down and glared up at the school gates. The morning set his mood foul long before he thought it was going. Hopefully, his first day back at McKinley wasn't going to be too bad.

Kurt was wrong.

His day did get worse. He still got the usual locker tosses, slushie facials, stuffed and locked into closets, and abuse hurled at him from every direction – nothing that Kurt wasn't used to. Kurt hated it, and everyone at the school, but he couldn't do anything about it. The teachers never did anything, and Kurt couldn't take things into his own hands, because he actually would end up killing someone. Every time something had been said or done to him, Kurt stopped breathing (he didn't exactly need to after all) and told himself over and over in his mind "Self control.. Self control... Self control."

For some reason, Kurt was actually curious about what was going on with these idiots life – maybe he could use it for his own advantages later, but nothing had changed in Lima at all, apart from the fact that a new kid had transferred to McKinley. Kurt didn't hear anything else about them apart from the fact that they weren't from Lima. Not that Kurt cared. This new kid was just someone else that Kurt was going to have to avoid, like everyone else.

That wasn't strictly true, now that Kurt thought about it. There were in fact three people that Kurt didn't mind at this school – but they weren't exactly friends. Mercedes and Tina were like a duo – never one without the other – though they treated Kurt like an equal rather than some freak, and actually on many attempts tried to befriend them. While Kurt did accept some of their invitations out, Kurt never let himself get too attached – they were going to die before him after all. Then there was Finn Hudson. He was an overly friendly goof ball who always seemed to look out for everyone. The same applied with Tina and Mercedes as it did with Finn – Kurt didn't want to get attached to him because Finn was going to die before he did. That.. and there was something that was... off about Finn, and Kurt didn't know what it was. Whatever it was, Kurt was put on the edge by it.

This new kid, Kurt wasn't going to consider feeling that he had to stay away from them because he didn't want to get too attached. Chances were, this kid was going to be another pretentious asshole that Kurt wanted nothing to do with, because this kid? They were going to make Kurt's life hell on earth, he knew it.

Kurt was half right about this kid.

They weren't a pretentious asshole like he thought, but he was going to make his life hell.

Kurt hadn't ran into the new boy until last period – Biology. He was running late to his class because Miss Pillsbury had stopped him to ask him how he was coping with school. If Kurt hadn't compelled her into letting him leave, Kurt doubted that he would've made the class at all.

Kurt was immediately filled with happiness when he walked into the class. There was no other seats left apart from the one at the window in the second last row, which was Kurt's favourite seat. Even better for him, the people surrounding the seat didn't really care about him, and Mercedes and Tina were actually sitting behind him. Smiling at them as he took his seat, Kurt placed his bag on the empty seat next to him, and took everything out and hummed to himself happily. This was definitely going to be a class Kurt was going to enjoy taking. He had his favourite seat, he didn't hate the guts of the people near by, and best of all? No one sat next to him. Kurt could just.. realx for once. Smiling at the prospect of this, Kurt opened his text book and began reading over what they were going to cover that year.

Though, when Kurt smelt something... different, something unfamilar, Kurt looked up and at the teacher's desk.

At that moment, Kurt nearly fell out of his seat when he realized who the new kid was. The dark, unruly curls were still evident despite the copious amount of gel that was added to it, the perfect features on his face, and those damned hazel eyes.

No... It couldn't be. He couldn't be here.

Feeling his heart pounding when the teacher – Mr. Parslow – pointed to the seat next to him, Kurt watched as the new boy approached his seat, not taking his eyes off him, as he slid his bag off the seat and on the floor under Kurt's side of the desk.

It wasn't until the new kid got closer, that Kurt realized that it wasn't Leon. His facial features lacked every bit of the malice that Leon's held, and were replaced with warmth and kindness. Kurt relax somewhat, but he still couldn't help but feel on edge about why this boy looked so much like Leon.. It was like his twin. But Kurt knew that wasn't possible. Leon didn't have a twin, and he'd murdered most of his family. Maybe he didn't actually look like Leon all that much, and Kurt just had Leon on the mind from this morning. Yes... that had to be it.

Though, when the new boy was almost right in front of his desk, Kurt caught onto how the new kid actually smelt.

It... it wasn't anything like he'd actually smelt before. Kurt didn't even know how to describe the smell, but it intoxicated every nerve within him, and it took everything that Kurt had in him not to lunge forward and drain this new boy dry. But... No. Kurt knew that wasn't an option. There was no way that Kurt could do that. He couldn't destroy everything his parents built up over the years over some random boy. If Kurt had attacked him, he knew that the Hummels couldn't return to Lima. While that wasn't a bad thing, Kurt knew that the rumours would spread, and they would have to leave the country. Not even compelling could save them from something like that. Which, wasn't something Kurt didn't want to do. There were so many places that Kurt were so attached to, that actually were a home. He couldn't leave them behind.

When the new boy had sat down, his scent was even stronger to Kurt, and it was all he could smell. It was invading him from every direction, causing Kurt's chest to tighten, and struggle to breathe. When his mouth became dry, Kurt let out a barely audible whimper before turning around, and not daring to look at the boy.

Kurt knew he wasn't going to make it.

He wasn't going to make it through this year without losing his mind.

And this boy? Kurt hadn't said a word to him and he knew that he was going to be the cause of it.