Chapter 3: Objects and Property

"You look like crap." Sebastian smirked at his friend and stepped over threshold and into the Anderson private library. "I always thought you would be able to pull off the disheveled and tousled look." As if he was critiquing a picture, Sebastian coolly waved his hands in Blaine's direction. "I guess I was wrong. Messy hair and wrinkle clothes don't fare well on you. You should probably get cleaned up before I start questioning your worthiness to be my friend."

Blaine stayed quieted and stared daggers at his guest.

"Oh, what is this? Is that blood?" Blaine did not say anything, but the traces of blood under his fingernails seemed to burn at his guest's words. Sebastian amplified his scents in comical amusement and advanced towards his brooding friend. "Shame, shame Blaine," the taller vampire teased as if he was talking to a petulant children. "Is someone getting sloppy with his dinner?"

Blaine kept quiet. In truth the dark haired vampire wasn't sure he was capable of talking without screaming or ripping someone's arm off their body. Sure, Blaine lost his temper more often than not. However, only twice in his life has he reached a level of anger where he lost his vision and the control of his own actions. After today, it became three times.

"Yes, it is blood." Blaine slowly whispered, lifting one of his hands to his nose. The blood was both pure and tainted. Without further words of explanation, the host closed his eyes and focused his attention on the smell of innocence leaking from under his nails. The distinct smell was the only thing anchoring him to keeping him in control of his actions.

"Blaine," Sebastian approached his friend in curious caution. The shorter vampire looked ill and greatly unstable. "Is that the blood of mother with child?" Without taking his eyes off his friend, Sebastian grabbed a dark wooden chair and dragged it directly in front of Blaine and in front a curved window nock overlooking the Anderson Estate.

It took Blaine a moment to understand Sebastian's words. When he did his eyes widen and flashed from hazel, black and then to red. "No!" Blaine shouted with added venom to his tone. "It is the filthy blood of a breeder and the sweet blood of my human!" Blaine lowered his hands and stopped breathing in the smoothing scent of innocence. "And they are not mother and child!" Blaine screamed. Sebastian silently watched his host kick his chair sideways and flipped a coffee table upside down. The goblet of blood formerly resting on the table, crashed and spilled its contents across the stone tiles. "Don't call him her son. He is my human." Blaine ordered.

Sebastian rolled his eyes at the violent outburst. "I believe it's safe to assume that you're anger has something to do with the humans?"

"My human," Blaine corrected and emphasized his words. "He is my human."

Sebastian shrugged his shoulders and sarcastically restated. "Fine, how is your human?" A growl escaped Blaine's lips and Sebastian raised his hands in mock surrender. "Calm down Blaine-my-boy. I'm just asking how your human is. Is he still... alive?"

"Don't," Blaine leaped and purposefully Sebastian tackled him to the ground - thankfully avoiding the spoiled contents of blood. The thunderous thumb of both bodies against the marble floor did nothing to yield concern from anyone on the estate. "Don't," Blaine panted again while hovering over his friend. "Don't even think that way. He is my human. He isn't allowed to leave without my permission."

"Calm down Blaine." Sebastian huffed. "I'm just trying to help you. Now get off of me and set your damn ass in a chair and tell me what happened."

Realization of his recent assault and Sebastian's words did not reach meaning until a whiff of blood from under his nails reached his nose. "Be careful in your wording." Blaine advised and picked himself off the other vampire.

"To answer your question, yes he is alive." Blaine turned his chair upright and faced it towards the window. "He's alive, but I almost lost him."

Sebastian frowned worriedly at the news, while setting up his own chair. "What happened?"

Blaine closed his eyes and slowly breathed in and out the smell of innocence. This has been the worst day in his existence. He used to think his worst day was the day his step parents converted him in to a vampire. Now, it was today. "The breeder tried taking him away from me."

Sebastian paled at the words. He claimed his human, Daniel, forty years ago and the thought of someone taking him away from him was an unimaginable thought. "How did she try taking him? How far into the pregnancy is she?"

"My human has been in existence for the past five months. I have done everything in my power to make her comfortable so that my human would be well protected. Little did I know I had to protect him, from her." Blaine mumbled. He didn't want to relive the moments from earlier, but the more he tried to avoid it, the most vivid the memories returned. "I can still hear it." Blaine straightened his posture. Sebastian kept watching his host with large eyes. "I can still hear the sounds of my human's heartbeat weakening."

...

Seven hours earlier:

"Sir," a blonde haired vampire maid quickly opened her master's the office door. "Elizabeth and the other humans have done something horrible." The maid spoke the grave news with the expectation of a great response. Instead all her received was an impatient stare and a hostile frown.

"Johanna, I told you to never interrupt me when I'm working." Blaine waved off his worried maid and continued reading his legal documentation. "Close the door and come when I call for you."

Johanna persisted against her master's instruction. "Sir, it's about Elizabeth. It's important that you..."

The vampire slammed his pen on the oak desk and startled his frazzled maid into silence. If Blaine was a man of mercy and patience, then he may have felt remorseful for adding additional fear into his housekeeper. "Who are you talking about?"

"El-el-el," the vampire maid stumbled, the vampire's bright eyes were terrifying her and robbing her of your voice. "She has done something terrible."

Blaine waved his hand dismissively, "Speak or go away. Who are we talking about?"

"The breeder," Johanna corrected herself. She should have known Blaine never bothered himself into learning human names. She was the only vampire who worked for Blaine. The rest of the staff were insignificant humans. "She has done something terrible and the other human servants tried helping her. I sent for Santana to come over immediately." Blaine's entire demeanor dropped at the word 'breeder.' Johanna tried to explain what she knew further, but Blaine didn't listen and he immediately stomped from behind his desk and around the maid. A myriad of profanity and irritation sparked in his veins.

The fire within Blaine froze when he entered the southern wing of his estate and smelt the traces of blood he only sampled only five months prior. Emotion and rational thought melted from his mind and without second consideration Blaine's savage senses took over. As expected the vampire's keen hunting skills lead him to the female's chambers. Upon entering, Blaine was greeted with a room filled with worried staff and a screaming girl.

"What is happening?" Blaine demanded. The answer to his questioned was silently spoken when the crowed of people parted and a cleared a pathway formed between the vampire and the breeder. Among all the scenarios in Blaine's wildest imagination, this was not one of them.

The breeder's pink silk nightdress was soaked in blood - blood that was originating from violent wounds on her legs and arms.

"What did you do?" Blaine ordered. Similar to before, his question was answered without words. Standing next to the bed was a servant holding a knapsack filled with the female's private items. "We're you trying to run away from me? We're you trying to steal what belongs to me?" Blaine barked at the pale and injured girl. "Everyone out," Blaine did not need to repeat himself before the maids and servants fled the room. The girl's screaming and wiggling weakened the more she bled. Both her leg were broken and bleeding.

The smell of blood was heavy in the air and on the female. Most of the scent belonged to the breeder, but the scent lacked its former virginity and purity. It was now the blood of a filthy breeder and thief. It was sole thanks of the second and weaker scent that kept Blaine from ripping the girl's head off. This blood was innocent and scared.

Blaine lifted the girl's nightdress off her legs and evaluated the open wounds and hints of a developing infection. "Santana!" Blaine screamed when he heard the front door of the estate open. "Third floor, south wing now!" Blaine shouted to the witch. Santana's hearing was not as finely attuned as his and loud shouts were required. "Hurry!" The vampire yelled when the sound of high-heel's clicking were not running. The female continued to grow paler with each passing second. Thankfully for the vampire, and the witch's head, Santana ran the rest of the distance to him.

"What is going on here?" Santana ordered. Blaine turned his head and watched the witch. Inpatient that Santana wasn't already using magic to fix the breeder's injuries.

"Santana."

Santana removed herself from her thoughts and approached the female laying on the bloody sheets and the vampire holding her. Blaine didn't say anything as the witch performed a series of spells and enchantments. The tension in Blaine's shoulders did not relax until the sound of the tiny heart started to beat at a regular pace and the innocent blood became less scared.

"You owe me." Santana interrupted and loosened her grip on the female's formerly broken leg. "You owe me more than you know." Santana added. The vampire did not pull himself away from the girl, but he did moved his hands on top her stomach and rubbed circles on it. "That's right," Santana added, "The brat causing all this trouble. She was going to steal him from you." Santana reached her right hand towards the female's pasty cheek and her left hand reached under the mattress. "She was going to flee the county and take your human with her." Santana pulled out a black rock from under the girl's mattress. "Let's see if I'm correct. Let's see what her pretty head has been dreaming about?" The witch wiped an exhaustive tear off the girl's cheek and turned her focus back on the black stone in her hands. A few minutes passed in silence while the witch rub the stone with her red polished finger nails. "Looks like Elizabeth has some family west from here in the mountains. It's a small colony of humans who managed to escape the raise of the vampires. It was her plans were to run away and live with them."

"Interesting," Blaine drank in the revelation and all the opportunities associated with it. "Where in the mountains do they live?"

The breeder hiccupped and cried. "I'm sorry, please don't hurt them or tell anyone. They didn't do anything wrong."

Santana pretend that she didn't hear the girl pleas. "They are living in a small cabin up in the mountains - it's fifteen miles from Otter Pond." Santana closed her eyes and resumed rubbing the stone for additional information. "I can see her mother, father, brother, sister-in law and two nieces. They are all living together."

"Thank you Santana."

Santana huffed, continuing to ignore the girl's attempts to talk. "You don't know the extent of what you are thanking me for." Blaine frowned. "How do you think she broke her legs?" The witch did not wait long enough for the vampire to respond. "When I was here last I placed special enchantments on the ovum. I did this to ensure that your human would never be able to leave the property without your permission. Otherwise it would punish the kidnapper. In this case, it was her," Santana smiled at the hysterical girl. "I guess you can say that I'm thorough in all my projects."

"What are you saying?" Blaine demanded.

"I'm saying you moron. Is if it wasn't for me, this human and yours would be gone. You have poor security and a short fence." The vampire felt something inside him flinch at the insult. It was true. He needed to improve the security of his estate, especially now that he would soon have an untrained human on his hands. "I saved both of their lives. I better get a pretty payment for my service."

"Don't worry. You will be paid generously, but I imagine this one will be footing the bill." The girl's tired form shivered at Blaine's suggestive words.

The witch laughed, "This human no longer has anything that interests me. I've seen all that she has to offer." Santana moved her hand off the girl's cheek and placed it on top of Blaine's hand - the hand that was still rubbing circles on the girl's round stomach. "Let me name him."

"No." The vampire snarled. "He's mine to name."

Either the vampire or witch cared about the breeder's emotional state. As far as Blaine was concerned, the flavor of salty tears mixed well with the smell of blood and desperation.

"A good view on claiming night," The witch bargained.

"No."

"It doesn't have to be claiming night. I'll wait thirty to forty years. I'm sure any night between the two of you will be hot. Could I bring Brittany with me?"

"No."

"Come on," Santana whined and the girl continued to cry. "What can I have? Can I be his godmother? Can I teach him some spells? Can I..." The witch smiled when the vampire cleared his throat.

"You can have another diamond from my collection."

Santana laughed, "I want something better. Something far more valuable than a diamond. What of the baby will you allow me to have? Can I be there for the delivery?"

"No, he is my human and he will be delivered to me."

"Need I remind you he would be gone if it wasn't for me and my enchantments?" The vampire remained quiet and glared at the witch. "I can remove the enchantments and this time when the female decides to kidnaps your pet, then you will have to face the consequences." Santana did not move her hands. "What of his will you give me? How about, some graphic pictures of the two of you in naked action?"

"I will think of something." Blaine promised.

"You two are monsters." The female pushed the vampire and witch's hands off her. "He is only a baby. He is not a toy. He's my baby."

The witch rolled her eyes, and continued her conversation with Blaine. "I want something better than an 'I'll think of something.'"

Blaine did not hear a single word the witch said, nor did he care. His attention was capture on something entirely different. "What did you say?" Blaine stood up from the bed and replaced both his hand on the girl's round stomach. "Who is this?" The vampire indicated towards the woman's growing uterus.

The female slapped him away. "Get your hands off my baby."

"Your baby!" Blaine screamed, "He is mine, only mine. You are only a bitch breeding me a pup."

Santana stepped away from the vampire and human with amusement.

"You are a monster! You won't love my baby! You will use him and..."

"He is mine." Blaine firmly corrected. "I want you to say it right now. Tell me who this baby belongs to."

"No!" The hysterical girl cried. "He is my baby! You are pure evil! You aren't capable of love! You will only hurt my baby!"

The vampire didn't move when the female tried pushing him away. In a low voice he growled. "He is my human and what I will do with him is not your concern. If you truly care for him, then you better hope he is not stubborn like you." Blaine warned. "I will not think twice in punishing him any way I see fit. Who knows," Blaine turned his head towards Santana. "Maybe you could help me punish him as payment for tonight." Blaine teased. He knew how much the witch unnerved the breeder.

"Oh, whips and spanks - my favorite kind of punishment." Santana smirked at Blaine, but stared into the female's blue eye.

The girl in the pink dress cried and covered her face with her arms. "What did my baby and I ever do to you?"

The vampire removed the girl's arms in order to get a view of her pretty face. "That is where you keep getting it wrong. He will never be yours. After he is born you will never get to hold him or talk to him. The only time you will see him, is when I cut the umbilical cord and carry him out of the delivery room. I will send my maids to help you lactate into bottles. The baby will never learn who you are." Blaine was surprised how easily he kept his voice steady. "I will raise him so he will never know what a mother is. You will be nothing to him."

"You are a Monster!" The girl cried and punched Blaine with all her might, but the vampire didn't flinch. In the background Santana laughed. "I love my baby and he would have a better life dead, then an imprison life with you!" Blaine grabbed the girl's hand before she had another chance to punch him. With enough force to leave bruises on her writs, Blaine held the girl against the mattress. "Please, please just let us go. What did we ever do to you?" The girl's cheeks were a stream of water, "Please, please."

The vampire kept the girl still until she stopped crying. "Do you want to know what you did?" Blaine smiled when the girl looked up at him. "The first time I saw you I thought you were beautiful. Then you started crying about something." Blaine trailed his fingers down the girl's wet cheeks. "You are beautiful when you cry. That is why I picked you. Thanks for Santana," Blaine allowed the girl time to glance at the witch. "I will have a beautiful boy who I can make cry whenever I want." The girl tried hitting Blaine again, but the vampire over powered her. "Stop moving. The more you piss me off now, then more I'll take it out on my human. Or I could pay your dear old family a visit." The girl immediately stopped moving at the vampire's commanding words. "That is more like it. Here is the deal. You behave yourself and give me my human. Once my human is born, I will send you to your family, and you will be free. If you try coming back for my human, everyone one in your family will be sold into slavery. Do you understand me?" The girl gave a shaky nod. "Good." Blaine straightened his back and turned to the witch. "What do you suggest her punishment should be?"

"We'll think of something." The witch laughed. "Things like this always work out in the end."

...

Present:

"Shit," Sebastian grumbled. "Who is with the breeder now?"

Blaine opened his eyes and broke the concentration of his memory. The library seemed darker than before and the fire less bright. "Johanna," Blaine chocked on his words, "She is the only one who understands the child's importance." The spilled blood remaining on the floor was unnerving the shorter vampire. "The rest of my staff encouraged the heinous act. They said that they 'pitied to poor soul I was torturing.'" Blaine gestured his hands in disgust. "They have all been removed from my estate and have been transferred to less generous locations." Sebastian nodded his head in agreement. "Sebastian, I have summoned you because I need a favor from you." The taller vampire raised one of his eyebrows in surprised. Blaine was typically not one to request favors, unless it involved borrowing special property.

"Blaine," the vampire cleared in throat. "I'm sorry for what you went through today, but I won't allow you borrow Daniel. Not for a night and not for twenty minutes. Once you claim your human you will understand."

This time Blaine rolled his eyes. "Yes, I am aware of that. You made yourself perfectly clear for the past thirty years. No, I don't want to borrow your boy-toy. Although it does involve him and the favor you promised me forty years ago when I helped you claim him." The fire popped and sparks flew.

"I was hoping you forgot about that." Sebastian whined from his seat.

Blaine laughed and picked himself off the chair and advanced towards a tall and dusty bookshelf. "How could I forget? We were young and careless who still played with our food before we ate it."

Sebastian laughed, "I still play with my food. I play with my food over and over again. That's what is so great about a claimed human. I can feed and fuck him as much as I want, and his little heart won't stop pumping fresh blood while I pump into him." Blaine laughed jealously. "And I know you still play with your food. No one every out grows that."

"You make a fair point, but not the point I'm getting at. I helped you out all those years. I can still remember the day you told me about a pretty human who caught your interest, Daniel was his name." Blaine spoke while running his fingers though the spines of several books. "Unfortunately for you, Daniel was a straight virgin groom-to-be, and never alone for you to seduce and claim." Blaine found the book he wanted and return to his seat. Meanwhile Sebastian was reminiscing about the wild night he claimed Daniel. "Tell me Sebastian. Who went with you, when you snuck into Daniels parent's manor? Who tied his hands together while you covering his screaming mouth? Who held him down while you force your blood down his throat?"

Neither vampire was too proud to admit that the memory of a naked virgin being forced feed vampire blood made them hard. "Good times. Claiming night was great fun. Plus vampire blood makes them very horny." Sebastian laughed.

"I wouldn't know," Blaine growled. After the naked human sampled Sebastian's blood, Blaine's assistance was no longer needed and he was excused. "You didn't allow me to watch the claiming." The vampire returned to point. "You did make a promise to me." Sebastian did not argue. "You promised me when it came to my human, you would help me." Blaine opened the book he selected, but he didn't look down at the pages. "I already asked Nick and he agreed to help, but the more vampires and humans involved the better." Sebastian remained quiet and the sound of flipping pages replaced their conversation. "Daniel and Jeff are such good boys. I will want my human to learn from their fear and obedience." Blaine paused and read a few favorite lines from the book in his hands. "You and Daniel are to move in with me for three days a week: Monday, Wednesday and Friday. This will continue until my human turns sixteen. Daniel will looked after my human when you're busy or at work. After that we will be even."

"What?" Sebastian shouted. That was not what he expected to hear. "Are you crazy? You want us to move in?"

"Yes." Blaine reread the same paragraph from the book in his hands. "Nick and Jeff will be here for Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. Sunday's will my special day of reflection." The vampire looked up from his book. Sebastian did not look please. "I would like my human to learn his place through Daniel and Jeff's examples. Don't argue me. It has already been decided." Sebastian grumbled, but didn't say anything. "Kurtis," Blaine pointed his index finger at a line in the book he was holding."Kurtis, was the name of the sculpture that artists Jules Francis created and designed in 1442. Francis described the sculpture as being the prefect human. The sculpture was destroyed in 1535 when Princess Maryanne seen it and went into a rage of jealousy. The princess ordered for the sculpture's destruction immediately afterwards."Blaine kept reading even after Sebastian huffed in irritation."The beauty of Kurtis has been described as unachievable and unearthly."Blaine snapped the book closed.

"I would say thanks for the history lesson, but that would be a lie." Sebastian complained.

"Kurtis, is going to be his name." Blaine declared. "He is my perfection." Blaine returned his blood smelling fingers to his nose. "He will be my little Kurt."

...

Four months later:

The sounds of a screaming human echoed up and down the empty hallways, but life continued. Johanna picked up her dust rag and cleaned the dinning room. Jeff, by the instruction of Nick, stayed in the corner floor of a guest room with his head between his knees. All was calm, expect for three individuals.

"Am I doing this right?" Blaine screamed over the female. The female was lying on a table with her knees bent and spread apart. Sweat was rolling off her body.

"Just let me do it!" Nick shouted impatiently. He had delivered several babies in his time and he was more than confident to do it again.

"No, he will be delivered to me," Blaine barked and the female kept screaming.

Several long minutes later a final scream left the female and a bloody bundle was released from her. It wasn't a second later before the sound of a baby crying brought relief to mother and master. "My human," Blaine puzzled at the bloody human in his arms. "Hello Kurt - my precious pet."