Chapter 14: Monsters in the Dark

A gentle pick and a testing nip teased Kurt's nose with little force and a heavy sense of curiosity. Simultaneously mixed in with the painless nibbles was a moist tip that continued to sniff the teenager's teary face dried with light brown dirt. Nowhere in the foreign sensations exploring its prey, were there any hints of hostility or vengeance. Just as innocent as the sleeping boy stirring into a more aroused state, was the inquisitive creature making entertainment of something it has never seen as tame as this.

Overhead and nestled in thick tree branches camouflaged into the night, were tiny creatures sinisterly revealed by nothing more than the whites of their eyes and their ominous chirping. If one were to listen closely, then they would have been able to recognize a menacing chant within the midnight lullaby. Unfortunately for Kurt such foul hints of warning went confused for the gentle hymns Blaine used to sing into his ears. With these sweet words whispered against his face, were strong arms that kept him safe and protective from scary monster of the dark. Tonight, whatever that reason may be, such arms were gone and replace with an inconsistent shuffle now burrowing through his hair.

"Bla...." A coarse mumble began to form, however exhaustive screams leading up to his deep slumber prevented the teenager from saying the single word that described his existence. Blaine was not merely a name to Kurt. It was the teenager's world, soul and body. Nothing in his being was true unless Blaine's presence was tethered to it and verified through personal instruction. "Blain..." Forgetful of his surrounding or the events leading up to it, Kurt shifted his shoulders unsatisfied with the firmness of the mattress and stretched his stiff arms to the life source touching his hair. "Blaine..." A third attempt rewarded Kurt with the comfort of saying his master's name in a single rough sound.

With his eyes weakly sealed shut with tried tears, Kurt kept his world concealed behind his eyelids and extended his hands - unaware of the essential tremor coming from his fingers or the moss stuck to him. After all, contentedly blissed with the memory of his warm bed, how was Kurt to suspect anything else?

Pale hands with dirt stuck beneath its fingernails, gently rested against a soft body of fur. More abruptly then expected, the playful nibbles pulling on his hair stilled and small muscles tensed.

"Bl...thirsty..." Or Kurt tried to speak over this hacky voice and dry tongue. The words he wanted to say did not match the sounds to his ears or the motions on his lips. "T-thirsty..." Firm and familiar hands did not rub concerning circles on his stomach, and a sweet kiss did not press against his forehead in the way he had grown used to. "B-Blaine...?"

As if guided by the skilled hands of a conductor, foul chirping and distance howls loudened their natural calls to the wilderness in a grand symphony of unrestrained energy. With the unwelcomed sounds of truth, so fell the false impression of warmth and safety. There was no soft pillow beneath his head - only dirt, weeds and a nervous suspicion that bugs were crawling on his neck and down his spine.

"Blaine!" A little too fast for comfort and care, Kurt jolted upright and broke the dried teary barrier keeping his vision concealed. "Blaine!" Sharp burning sensations stabbed Kurt's eyes like a thousand needles - immediately reverting the teenager to close his eyes and shielded them with his dirt covered forearms. "Blaine! Help me!" Kurt tried to scream between hacky coughs and panic exhalations. "H-h-help... me!" A second plea for mercy dissolved into a series of frantic coughs due to his sudden inhalation of the dirt on his arms. Soon coughs turned into whimpering accompanied with a rocking motion with his head between his knees. "Blaine..."

Blaine did not come, nor did Kurt's remembrance of his betrayed disguised as an ill planned runaway. Such memories were cast aside for the more pressing issues - where was he and why wasn't Blaine with him? His master, guardian and vampire was never further than a call away or without the promise that he would return before bedtime. Where was he now? "Blaine, come here..." Pathetic moans cried against his muddy pajama covered knees. Water desperately needed in his mouth seeped from his eyes in fat drops and stung the already burning sensations distorting his vision.

It may have been a minute or an hour, but just like the Anderson estate, time and numbers had no significance to the feebleminded teenager. He was created to be this way and every ounce of his naivety beautifully reflected Blaine's exact calculations and methods of upbringing. "Blaine...where'd you go?"

Against inner protests and wishful thinking that he was safe in his bed, Kurt gingerly opened his eyes before blinking away the unfamiliar pain blinding his sight. There was something wrong with the light, that much was true. It did not embody the mysterious orange and golden glow that was made up of a hot body and mystic extensions that Blaine called flames. No, this light was almost white and possessive of an excessive brightness that felt inhuman and beyond this world. To make matters all the more confusing to the teenager, the light beaming down on him stood high and without a clear explanation of the source keeping it there. Upon closer inspection Kurt felt something uncomfortable inside him twist. The light was not attached to the ceiling nor were there walls surrounding him. What kind of place does not have walls or a ceiling? "Blaine! Blaine the light is going to fall down on me!" Sprinkled around the white light surrounded by darkness were tiny specs of glitter that did nothing to calm Kurt's nerves.

In addition to the questionable forms of light, there were strange cotton like objects illuminated from the light sources it was trying to block. "B-Blaine..." Nauseating discomfort intensified in the teenager when he realized the unimaginable - the cotton like objects were moving...or was he the one moving? It was too difficult to tell, but in any case dizziness swallowed Kurt whole and left his head spinning to the point where he had to roll onto his knees and cling to weeds for stability.

"Blaine?" Dark skies and moonlit trees blurred together as Kurt lowered his chin and scanned the uneven ground for any sign of his master and protector. Blue eyes were barely adjusted to the natural light, and they were not nearly ready for see the make-believe.

"Bunny...?"

There, as if it was a toy and nothing more, sat a white rabbit with two pink ears and long white whiskers. The creature along ago convinced to be fictional kept still and remained unfazed by the dirt covered human invading his property within the small barren piece of the forest surrounded by conifer trees of different shapes and sizes.

"Are you a bunny?" Kurt asked with the full childish expectation that his question would be answered in verbal form. Without further ado and perplexed with vanishing fears, the teenager hunched his shoulders and lowered his chin to the ground - leveling his crystal blue eyes to the red hollow stare watching him. "You look like a bunny to me? I have a bunny in my toy chest, but he doesn't look like you." The white creature did not blink its eyes or move beyond a consistent fretting of its nose. "Do you know where I am? Before I went to sleep I was with Daniel and Jeff..."

Cruel truth leaked into Kurt's mind like an unguarded dribble of remembrance. Drop by drop little details with heightening strength and color emerged and unfolded in the teenager's mind like the storybooks Blaine used to read to him. With the mind numbing memories, cool air of bitterness and resentment filled the teenager's lungs. He had been tricked. Daniel lied to him, and Blaine spoke the truth when he said: "If you were to leave me and go with Daniel, Daniel would get bored of you and he would abandon you someplace far away and scary. Sebastian's human doesn't care for you. Hehatesyou."

Hate, Kurt was never able to understand the meaning or depth of the word, but anymore small suggestive hints plagued the teenager's pure heart. The term held the nasty and immoral promise that it would drain its victims and leave them in a wasted state of misery and darkness. A similar feeling and place Kurt was already felt trapped in.

"Tricked...they'd tricked me, bunny." The teenager unknowing dug his fingers passed the weeds and into the earth. "They'd tricked me...and they left me here. Bunny do you know where I came from?" The white rabbit twitched its nose and straightened its ears to the unwelcomed sound of a fallen tree branch snapping in half. "Bunny, please talk to me. I d-d-don't know how to go home?" New tears seeped from the corners of Kurt's exhaustive eyes and a slow rocking motion returned to the teenager's shoulders without his knowledge or intent of comfort. "Bunny...talk to me."

As one can expect, the white rabbit did not answer beyond turning his head in efforts to better listen to the other inhabitants of the forest. Unlike the scared human before him, such dwellers were less friendly and less trusting to present themselves with such vulnerability.

"Bunny...?" Kurt continued to clutch the wild weeds for security and strength. "You are all I have now....You have to help me! I don't know...I don't know what to do!" Transitioning his cries into yelling was not a wise decision, and consequences followed in accordance. A proximal growl and distant howls startled the silence and sent birds flying in a single direction. "Sebastian...Nick..." The unsettling growl lurking within the shady forest did not match the familiar sounds of vampire hisses, but other than vampires, what creatures could possibly make noises like that? "B-Blaine...?" Kurt scooted his knees against the earth and aligned his body adjacent to the rabbit. The axis of his spin twisted the thick weed stem he was clutching. Thankfully the stem did not snap and break Kurt's attachment to this world. A nervous glance at bunny told Kurt which direction he should be fearful of. If only the teenager did not look, then life would have been much easier.

Different from the white eyed creatures watching from above, there, casually knitted within the shadows of thick trees, was a pair of glowing red irises encompassed in rotten yellow pools of light. Masked within the darkness was the remaining portions of the mysterious creature's body. Nonetheless, no amount of vailing could dismiss the heavy inkling that fangs and a salivating mouth were linked to the evil stare analyzing its prey. The height of the unexpected guest was a confused distance between standing upright and hunching over - it was too short to be a full grown human, but the life within the eyes expressed full maturity. Other than the porous forest border sinisterly cast into a world of darkness, only weeds, wild plants and dim rays of light from the lunar spotlight separated hunter from prey.

"W-who are you?" For better or for worse Kurt tried to break the fear clogging his throat. Matters proved to be more foolish than his earlier screams for help. "Do you know where my Blaine is? D-do you know how I can get home?"

Nefarious blood-shaded eyes turned to the weakling driving his patience and disrupting the taste of his upcoming meal. The creature, whatever he may be, preferred his prey in the form of silent pieces of succulent flesh and meat, very things that would be able to satisfy his deep cravings for food, game and deadly hunts. Until then, humans - despite their disproportion balance of sweet meat and easy victory - were annoying creatures; and creatures who consistently waste their last breathes of life on fruitless pleas of mercy instead of saying something of significance. In case it needs to be said, this red eyed creature and others like him, were not ones to spare the life of an upcoming meal in the name of compassion.

"Stop talking..." A voice, rough and edged but undeniably human spoke beneath the wicked eyes by an unseen mouth. "Your incessant yakking is doing you no benefit."

Kurt straighten his posture and pretended that the cool chill running down his spine was due to something other than ghost hands coursing over his neck, face and though his thin clothing. Blaine once spoke of a bodiless poltergeist who haunts in the form of relentless motions of force. As the story goes, this poltergeist is tiered with three separate faces: breeze, wind and gust. Depending on which face is directed at you, would determine her level of anger at you. Back when Blaine first told Kurt this story, the teenager could not remember which face was the scariest one to encounter. Tonight, judging by the eerie breeze tickling the hairs on the back of his neck, Kurt felt confident to guess which temperamental face he should fear.

"W-what do you mean?" Kurt's face paled at the sound of yet another distant howl. "I-I want to go h-home..."

"Home, you say?" The same menacing voice laugh in a manner that felt like knives to the ears. "You're too far from home to have a chance." Yellow pools surrounding the red irises squinted in suggestion that the cruel creature was smiling. "Look at you. You're the same as a sacrificial lamb waiting for the hungry wolves to devour him. Lucky for me, my brothers were led astray on a fools trail. It's only you and me." Suggestive implications laced the beings narration. "It is unfortunate we didn't met earlier. Dawn will be here soon, and hunting during sunrise is off putting. Then again, we all must make due with our options in a land with scarce human supply."

Unbeknownst to Kurt, scared reflexes twitching his wrists, wristed and uprooted the plant balancing his support and providing his supply of false security. As suddenly to prove Kurt's ignorance of time and place, the teenager accidently fell forward. A complete fall with chest against earth was detoured by a small sharp edged rock whose tip stabbed into the teenager's shirtsleeve and skin, and ripped in the direction of the fall. Fresh blood rolled down the sides of the rock and sweet flavors, if ones senses were strong enough to tell, scented the crisp morning air.

"Ouch!" A helpless cry joined with the abrupt sound of heavy weight leaping into air and back down again. Besides Kurt, the pitter-patter of tiny feet of a tiny body shuffled over fallen leaves in response to new events too rapid for Kurt's mind to fathom. "Blaine! Help me!" True to every time before, his vampire-master did not appear with comforting and soothing arms. "Bunny..." Kurt turned his neck and glanced at his temporary forgotten mild and silent friend. "My arm hurts; and I'm wasting the red liquid in my body..." Bunny was but he wasn't where the teenager last saw him. It was difficult to tell for certain what current events were happenings, but it looked almost as impossible as the rabbit's existence all together. "What are you two doing...?"

Startled by the human's stumble and worried for his own survival in the foolish trap he got himself tangled in, the white rabbit with a pink nose leaped in the direction reflexes and experience told him to be the safest. As matters had it, reflexes and experience demonstrated to be lacking in terms of survival. Simultaneously with his dash for freedom, long hairy legs with inhuman feet and sharp pearl-like claws stepped into the moonlight shining from above. Attached to the lean muscular legs was an equally hairy torso and a thick tail that nearly touched the ground. However, what did touch the earth was the creatures unnaturally long arms with razor pointed fingernails that looked more human than animal. If Kurt was not distracted with his own fall and pain, then he would have been able to see the most horrific of sights - sights that Blaine's compassion heart, spared his sweet mind from having to endure.

Red irises were indeed associated with fangs and a salivating mouth, but no amount of suspicion would have been able to guess the degree that the hungry mouth could open or the number of teeth ready to demolish its meal. The monster, the beast, was every bit human but somehow flawed with that of a wolf - or maybe the description went the other way around.

The rabbit moved at a respectable rate for someone so small, however its tiny frame only excited the werewolf's peripheral vision which resulted in rapid actions. Before the simple minded teenager was able to call out to Blaine about his latest injury, the werewolf leaped from his hideaway and stabbed his sharpest fangs into the rabbit's short neck. A ghastly snapping of bone and skin revealed the unhappy fate of the woodland creature. The sweet scent of blood populating air was not that of a human, but of a rabbit.

"You're hurting him!" Kurt did not see the beast before him. All he would see was white fur soaked red and dripping the same color from an elevated height. "We need to sew him back together before his cotton falls out!" Cotton did not fall out of the creature, only blood and shreds of flesh being ripped between the monster's teeth. "You're hurting him!" Blue eyes wide with horror could not look away from the contrasting images of death and victory. The concept of death did not exist in the teenager's world. All beings were and forever in a state of contentment. If one got hurt, he or she could be fixed with a kiss on forehead or a bandage to the pain - beyond a full recovery, nothing else made sense. "We need to sew him back together!" Kurt forgot about his scrapped arm and kneeled upwards.

The same red irises from before stared down at his next helpless prey. "Would you shut up?"

An invisible pull redirected Kurt's vision away from the helpless white creature, and towards the atrocious voice whose mouth was feasting on fresh meat. The air within Kurt's lungs turned cold and the spin of the earth stilled. This thing, this creature, was a monster. It was the simple, plain, and honest truth.

A barely audible whimper peeped from the human as he repositioned his weight and scooted backwards with his old tennis shoes roughing against the dirt. "B-B-Blaine...I want B-Blaine..."

The creature's hind legs flexed at the pathetic sound and his misshaped head mercilessly sniffed the air. With the exception of the delicious smell of human and rabbit, the forest was clear or an immediate challenger. "The chase is almost as rewarding as the hunt." Half of the rabbit's body and certain organs fell to the ground with disturbing thumps. "Run."

Run. Kurt stared at the fallen legs for his former companion. Where was the cotton and other fabrics? Living animals do not have slimy organs or other questionable forms of mass inside them. Hearts expressed love, they were not physical objects that pumped blood; and lungs supplied the body with warm feelings, they were not expandable entities that oxygenate blood cells. Yet, dispute everything Kurt thought he knew, such innocent mentalities laid ruin in a disgusting pool of bloody waste. Sickening bile rose in the teenager's throat and threatened to erupt into a new form of filth he had never seen or experienced before. Run. The vacant meaning echoed in Kurt's ears like the loudening blood rushing to his brain. How could he run or move when his legs felt paralyzed and his mind was lost in grimy images.

By whatever means dictating the muscles in his legs and arms, Kurt stumbled onto his feet after two failed attempts. The third and final effort rewarded Kurt with a dizzy and distorted perception of reality. The blood in his head was disproportional to the heavy weight in his feet, and the vile remembrance of a deformed bunny scarred in his vision.

Run. Kurt turned around on his feet and followed the instruction mixed with cruel mockery. It did not matter to the teenager where his reflexes took him or which direction of the dense forest his body ran. The only thing that did matter was his immediate relief from the sickening smell of a hungry wolf and his meal.

It may have been a fool's error, but as fate so choose, the direction Kurt unknowingly gambled his chance of survival was on an uphill slope. In between heavy tree branches thick with leaves, Kurt dodged his way between the forest's pores and pretended that sharp pine needles were not ripping into this pajamas. False impressions in the teenagers mind suggestive heroic acts and rapid speeds. Upon closer inspections the more pitiful truth was made clear - Kurt did not know how to run with speeds comparative to outdoor training. Sure he used to run down the empty hallways in the Anderson Estate when minor frets scared him, however indoor etiquette was always an enforceable rule. Then there was the minor detail that he was wearing uncomfortable shoes that did not belong to him, nor was there ever a point in time when he had need to wear shoes. The floors he was used, were always smooth and easy to walk on, very different from this uneven earth littered with fallen leaves and broken branches. As one could easy guess, stumble after stumble slowed down Kurt's dwindling pace drew from out-of-shape exhaustion.

"B-B-Blaine..." Kurt gasped between frantic breathes and leaned forward with his hands against his knees. Everything was wrong. He was cold, scared and confused. First the light was too bright and now the inner makings of the forest was too dark. "B-Blaine..."

In the not-so-far-off distance the red iris monster spit out the broken bones from his appetizer and release a loud howl of warning. So began his climatic haunt that itched his instincts as strongly as mountings his mate.

"B-B-Blaine!" Unseen bodies hidden on other sides of trees ran passed Kurt in great speeds he could not compete against. "Blaine! Come here!" Distant rumbles and grunts twisted new fear into the teenager. "Someone help me!"

For the first time in the disturbed evening of chaos, someone answered his cry for help. Such help came to him in for form of tiny glows of light - blue, red, green, violet and yellow. The closer these glows approached their guest, the larger they grew and the finer their physical details became. Kurt nervously swallowed the clog in his throat before dropping his jaw in amazement. Each little auras of light was no longer than seven inches, and they all had lovely wings attached to their backs. These creatures looked like the most delicate form of a human.

"Hello child, my sisters and I heard your cries." The green pixie flapped her wings that appeared thinner than flower petals, and she kept her body at an equal height of Kurt's face. "Why do you fret with such sorrow?"

Blue eyes glanced over his shoulder and watched the pixies of different colors circle around him. The blue and red pixies flew to his left, and the violet and yellow lights flew to the right. The tiny winged creatures were more cute than beautiful with their frilly dresses and ringlet hair. A unique glow radiated from their eyes and off their skin with flawless ease.

"Do you know where my Blaine is?" Kurt chocked over a hiccup and relief that he found kind saviors to help him. "I got tricked and now I'm lost. I want to go home."

The green pixie nodded her head with understanding and her gentle blonde curls bounced at the gesture. "These are unfortunate trials for someone so young."

"It is a shame to hear."

"I'm sure you're Blaine is greatly worried."

"You are very brave to venture this far all by yourself."

"What can we do to help you?"

Sweet-angelic voices spoke their concerns in unison, however the red pixie asked the question Kurt wanted to answer.

"I want my Blaine." Kurt quickly turned in the direction of the red pixie. Her silky red wings flapped at the sudden attention and a wholesome smile broke out on her glittery face surrounded with brown ringlets. "Can you take me to him?"

"Of course we can take you to him." The teenager turn around to look at the pixie dressed in violet and shining the beautiful color. "That is what pixies do. We find lost treasures and return them to their rightful place."

"This forest and all of its inhabitants, are not accepting to those it has not chosen and given itself to." The yellow pixie added and ultimately dizzied the human by tricking him to turn another half circle. "You are lucky to have found us. We heard excitement amongst the wolves earlier. They must have caught your scent."

Kurt looked away from the only light sources in the forest and searched for the red irises who will forever haunt his dreams. Thankfully they could not be found. "I saw a scary wolf, but he looked like a man too."

"You poor thing." Green returned to the conversation. "You're very lucky to have survived." Compassion or something off-beat of it, controlled her narration. "Yellow is correct. You are a very lucky boy to have found us..."

"Yes, very lucky..." Red and Violet celebrated in a tone that matched their sister's. "A. Very. Lucky. Boy."

"Can you take me to him?" Kurt, like so much else, only saw wanted he wanted to see - kind strangers who would deliver him to his master.

Yellow smiled and flapped her wings away from Kurt, "Why."

In the opposite direction Violet continued. "Of."

"Course."

"Follow."

"Me." Blue almost whispered the word and her blue eyes shined brighter than normal. At the end of the broken sentence, each glow of light dispersed in opposing directions. Green flew in the direction Kurt could not remember if he came from. Red, Yellow and Violet broken into three directions and quickly navigated their bodies between tall tree branches. The blue pixie waited a second longer than her sister's and flew at a slower velocity, but nonetheless a pace quick enough that it did not given Kurt a moment to stop and think.

"Wait for me!" Kurt ran after the blue pixie to the best of his ability. His legs felt like iron and breathing was becoming painful task. "Wait for me!"

Darkness encompassed around Kurt with the exception of the tiny ball of blue light directing him towards promised safety - his Blaine. The further Kurt ran, the smaller the light became. "W-wait for me!" Before doubt or new concerns could blossom within the teenager's mind, white lunar light unimpeded by lumber revealed the forest opening. Within this light the pixie basked within the shared beauty.

The closer Kurt approached his only hope, the soothing yet terrifying sound of water splashing deafened his ears. Other than a bathtub, where could there be water? However this splashing water echoed in a way that he had never heard before - there was almost a roaring component to it that did not match the power of man, but instead rested in the power of a divine being too great to understand.

"Come my child. Your Blaine is over here." Blue offered words of encouragement when she noticed new fears creeping into the teenager. "You have nothing to fear over here."

Kurt nervously took another step closer to his blue guardian. Coming from the forest opening, came an odd salty taste in the air. What kind of creature was on the other side of this forest? "I don't think it's safe." Another loud roar from the new monster released a high pitch squeal from the teenager and motivated Kurt to hug a tree for protection. "Will you send Blaine over here?"

"He wants you to come to him. Don't worry child you have nothing to be afraid of." Blue opened her tiny arms and motioned Kurt to come closer. "It is safer here than in the forest. Have you already forgotten about the wolves?" Bunny - dead and broken clouded Kurt's memory through fat tears. "Blaine is asking for you. He is very concerned for your wellbeing."

Blaine. Blaine knew how to fix things and how to make him feel warm inside. Blaine was his home and his happiness. "Coming..." Kurt nervously step around the tree and gingerly approached the forest opening. Blaine was waiting for him and once they were reunited everything would be good again. "W-where is my Bl...?"

The teenager began to ask, but the lone word that described his world fell flat for a brief moment in time. Beyond the forest opening there was a narrow strip of land to stand on, but further than that piece of earth, there was nothing yet there was everything. Where the edge of the cliff ended, a scary distance fell before it hit the largest body of water Kurt never could have imagined. There was nothing but dark water before him and if he looked far enough, then he could a soft bluish glow that represented the horizon. What kind of bathtub was this?

"W-w-where's Blaine?" Kurt nervously looked for his master, but the raven haired man who raised him and took care of him was nowhere to be seen. "Where did he go?"

"He is right there." Blue flew over the cliff edge and pointed towards some distant rocks revealed only be the receding ocean tides. "Go to him. He is waiting for you."

Nothing within the pixie's demeanor suggestion foul-play or wrong doing; and she looked no guiltier than the white rabbit who Kurt befriended earlier. If Kurt could be honest, he would have to admit that this girl looked younger than himself and unable to harm another person.

"I don't see him." Kurt stepped next to the sharp edge and stared in the direction Blue pointed towards. A few loose rocks tumbled towards the cold water's below. "That's too far away. It's too dark."

Blue flew further away from Kurt and the cliff edge. "Then fly to him." The sweet fashion of her words suggested that this was the most obvious solution.

"I don't have wings to fly like you."

"Not all wings are visible. Look at the moon. It has no wings, yet it manages to stay high and guard the night." The charming pixie opened her arms and flew further away. "If you want to know the secret about flying, then I all you have do to is: believe that you can. Believe and you will have wings. Blaine is waiting for you, or should I tell him to go find a new human?"

"No!" Kurt screamed over the ocean roars. "Blaine belongs to me!" Blue offered a satisfied smirk and remained patiently silent. "All I need to do is believe? How could I not believe if you're telling me the truth?" Distorted reason verbally distracted the human as he stepped away from the cliff and kicked off his shoes. Shoes are uncomfortable and senseless if he would be flying soon. "Blaine told me that lying is bad and it makes your teeth fall out. Your teeth haven't fallen out so you must be telling me the truth." Kurt pressed his bare feet against the cold rocks on the ground. "What do I have to do?"

Blue motioned Kurt to come to her. "Run to me, and your trust will make you grow wings."

"O-o-okay..." The pixie was not lying, Kurt told himself. She did not have the signs of lying and she was too pretty to be a monster. Monster were ugly creatures who wanted to hurt people like him. This little creature with silky wings was trying to return him to Blaine - that was not a monster that was a savior. "C-coming..." Kurt closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The breath ended with a sudden run and a leap of faith.

Once Kurt's weight was not pressed against the mass of earth, many things happened all at one and none of it made sense. He was not flying, he was falling; and his stomach was on in his lungs and his heart was no longer beating. His arms had nothing to grab onto and his feet had no platform to stand on. A horrified scream slowly drowned in the loud roars of violent waters.

Over the cliff's edge the blue pixie watched her easy prey's head become engulfed with water. No remorse dampened her bright shine. "Damn human for invading my land. Wolves didn't eat him, but maybe the fishes will." Scared arms waving from beneath the cold oceanic surface rewarded the pixie with a warm sense of accomplishment. "These goes another human."

...

Petrified was not the right word to describe the emotion overwhelming the teenager. Kurt's fears were not limited to a state of the mind, it was a cold flexible body curved between his legs and wrapped around his chest. Extensions of this devouring monster of fear poured its fingers down Kurt's throat and up his nostrils - grabbing and searching for something Kurt could not identify. He did not know how to swim, nor was he educated well enough to know that screaming under water was not a wise decision.

A strong wave splashed downward and sent the shallower tide inwards towards the narrow sandy beach between heavy boulders. Along with the tide came the helpless body struggling to breathe as he coughed up water and seaweed. "Blaine! Blaine! Blaine!" Kurt managed to cry once he had enough air in his lungs. Salt from his tears casually mixed with the natural salt from the ocean. "Blaine! Help me!"

Pale trembling hands dug into the wet sand before helplessly clinging to a strong rock to save his body from receding back into the belly of this suffocating monster. The blue pixie assured him that Blaine was waiting for him by the rocks. A glance at the large boulders proved otherwise - no one was there.

"Blaine! I'm scared! Come now! Now! Now!" Kurt no longer cared what he looked or who he attracted. Where was he and why wasn't Blaine saving him? Blaine loved him and promised to protect him as long as he was a good pet. "I-I-I'm a good pet...!" Kurt released his hold of the rock and crawled before the next tide could reach out for him. "I'm a good pet! They tricked me! They tricked me! I'm a good pet!" The teenager mumbled with a thick mixture of denial and stubbornness. "Good pet! Good pet! Good pet!" Screams continued to compete against the sounds of the ocean. Utterly and hopelessly exhausted Kurt curled up into a little ball and pressed his forehead against the cold sand. His pajamas were ripped and soaked, and his body was freezing. "Good pet I own you. Good pet I adore you. Good pet love you." Kurt tried to sing Blaine's bedtime lullaby to him, but his fatigue voice could not provide the warm feelings his master gave him. "Good pet I own you."

"- Good pet I adore you. Good pet I love you." A new voice creeped into the air with a beautiful tone that almost challenged Blaine. So forth the voice sang sweet words Kurt did not recognize. "Beauty sees what beauty is. She welcomes those who love and terrifies those who don't."

Kurt gingerly opened his eyes and turned to the person singing to him. It was not Blaine, but instead it was woman; and her rich and soothing voice was filling his inside with warms feelings he desperately needed. A look to the left did not reveal the owner of this sweet voice, nor could she be found to his right. "W-where's my Blaine...m-my master."

"Shh, sweet children should not lie. It is bad for their heart and their ability to love." The voice undeniable came from the other side of the large boulder baring rough fits from the ocean waves. "You're not a pet." The song had no rhyme or rhythm, but Kurt did not find himself caring. Her voice was enchanting and it rewarded her audience with alluring comfort.

"I didn't lie. H-he's my master and I'm his pet." Kurt unrolled himself and sat on his bottom. "Where are you?"

"Good pets normally bare a sign of ownership. You possess no such properties."

Over the horizon, the black skyline slowly transitioned into an unnerving shade of orange. If Kurt squinted his eyes, then he could almost see the top curve of the brightest beam of light his little eyes had never seen before. What new monster was this?

"I-I have my collar." Kurt research up to caress his blue diamond collar, but the impossible was felt - it was gone. His neck was naked and his ownership had been lost. "My collar!" Fear worse than drowning ripped through Kurt. "Blaine gave me that! W-who took it! How will Blaine find me now?"

"Maybe I can help you..."

Pitiful blue eyes clung to the prospect of assistance. He could use a friendly soul right now. On the other side of the boulder surrounded by shallow water, Kurt watched a figure appear. Her hair was the deadest black the teenager had ever seen, and her skin was almost as white as his. She had a black tattoo on her right arm and a tight pearled necklace around her neck - suggesting her own status of ownership. The higher the women crawled up the rock, then the better she reveal herself. Pale and smooth flesh described the woman's uncovered chest and femininity. There was no shame from the beautiful maiden as she presented her breasts to the wide-eyed boy surprised by the startling progression of events.

"Do you still seek my help?"

Kurt stared at the woman's refine jewelry that decorated her neck and many fingers. "Are you a pet too? Will you help me find my collar? It's scary not having it on - people won't know who I belong to."

The beautiful woman with raven hair and blood-red lips, darkened her eyes to a dangerous shade and loudly hissed. "I am not a fish! I am a maiden!" A large wave splashed behind the woman and against the rock she laid against. "Never call me a fish or her pet again!"

"Sorry! So Sorry!" Kurt crawled backwards and released a sharp yelp when the incoming tide touched his toes. The water was rising, and other than a small bank of sand, there was nothing behind him but the side of a cliff. "Help me please! I want my Blaine!"

The orange skyline continued to intensify in color and brightness. With these gradually increases the dark sea began to transition to a beauty shade of cerulean that resembled his lost diamond collar. Then something amazing and terrible happened. The bright curve that was formerly peaking over the horizon, enlarged and revealed its entire form - it was magnificent shining star that put all other forms of light to shame. Amazement and wonder were short lived before painful stabs stung Kurt's inexperienced eyes. When would these monsters in this horrible place leave him alone? He was innocent and he has done no harm.

"Stop! Stop!" The teenager shielded his eyes against the rising sun, however pain did not dismiss immediately.

What kind of place was this? Every creature was foul and cruel; and compassion appeared to be the only of fictional concept in this horrible place.

Gradually the incoming tide pushed itself further towards the rocky cliff side. The same flexible wet monster curved around the teenager before retreating back into the ocean.

Kurt tried pushing away Blaine's earlier words and the words that have been silently repeating in his mind since he first got here. "A planet is a place where lost things go... It is the place where bad and abandoned pets go. It's scary and it's far away from me and this warm bed.... It's a place I never wanted you to learn about. As long as you stay with me, you will never have to go there..."

Kurt cradled his head between his knees and wrapped his arms around his legs. It did not matter if he was tricked. The simple truth was the only important thing - he left Blaine and he lost his collar along the way. He was without a kind master who would love and protect him. From now on he was on his own.

"Do you still want my help?" The raven hair woman jumped off her grand boulder and back into the deeper end of the water. Kurt in his misery, did not see her equally black fin attached to her naked torso.

Help? Who could provide enough help to save him now? Kurt did not shiver when the next tide curved around his body and cold human fingers wrapped around his ankles. He was a lost pet in the place where all lost things go. Did it even matter what happened to him? Blaine would never find him - assuming he was looking for him in the first place. He was not a good pet. He was a bad pet, and now he would learn what it meant to be a lost boy in the place of lost things.