The Vampire and the Elf

"Mommy, whats wrong with Lizzies stomach?" Blaine asked and boldly pointed towards his parents elf. "She doesnt look good."

Mrs. Anderson patted her sons hair and corrected. "Lizzie looks perfectly well." 

The young boy was not deterred by his mothers words, "But look at her." The same chubby finger pointed towards the beautiful woman lying on the cushioned bed. "She looks so big."

Mrs. Anderson picked her son up and together they sat on the bed next to the elf. "How are you doing Elizabeth?" Mrs. Andersons thin and cold vampire fingers played with the long blond hair from the elf.  "Do you need anything, more pillows, water, or food?"

Elizabeth lifted her arm and lovingly cupped her hand over the vampires, "Im doing fine, Natalie."

Blaine crawled off his mothers lap and scooted his body closer to Elizabeth. "What is wrong with your stomach?"

Mrs. Anderson growled and Elizabeth softly giggled. "Oh my darling, there is nothing wrong with my stomach." The elfs delicate palm rested under the four year olds chin and her warm fingers brushed Blaines cold cheek. "Im better than Ive ever been."

Mrs. Anderson smiled and moved until she too was lying on her side. Her long olive tone arm wrapped around the elfs waist. "Blaine, do you see this." Hazel eyes stared as his mother softly rubbed circles on Elizabeths growing stomach covered in a pink silky gown. "Lizzie isnt sick. She is making you a very special gift."

Elizabeth rested her head towards her masters chest and smiled. Elizabeth loved being under the protection and love that her vampire was giving her. Meanwhile, Blaine carefully watched the intimate and loving relationship his mother was sharing with her elf. "What kind of present."

Mrs. Anderson kissed Elizabeths cheek and then forehead. "She is making you your own elf."

Blaine squinted his eyebrows in confusion. "Why?"

This time Mrs. Anderson giggled and Elizabeth drifted into a peaceful slumber. "All respectable vampires have their own elf that they are to love and take care of." The dark haired vampire kissed the elfs sleeping forehead. "Lizzie used to be your fathers elf, now she is our elf. Youre a growing boy, Blaine. One day youre going to want and need your own elf." Mrs. Anderson brushed some of Elizabeths blond hair behind her pointy ears. "Do you think you can handle the responsibility of owning your own elf?"

The young boy playfully rolled onto his stomach and watched the sleeping elf. Blaine never questioned the existence of Elizabeth. Like his mother and father, Elizabeth has always been there. She did not read him bedtime stories or play games with him, but she was always trailing behind one of his parents shadows or sitting on one of their laps. Sometimes his father would be kissing Elizabeth or his mother. Elizabeth never care who was showing her affection, as long as she received some form of love and attention. At the same time, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson were never jealous of Elizabeth or of each other. If anything, Elizabeth was the glue holding everything together.

As far as Blaine knew, it was perfectly normal for his parents to take care of an elf. In Elizabeths mind it was expected and standard for Mr. and Mrs. Anderson to feed from her and play bedroom games with her.

"Is the elf in there?" The dark haired boy placed his hand over the firm curvature on Elizabeth previously flat stomach.

"Yes, he is in there and he is looking forward to meeting you." Mother promised son.

Blaine continued to move closer and closer to the sleeping and pregnant elf. Soon he was leaning over her. "How did he get in there? Why doesnt he come out now?"

Mrs. Anderson resumed petting her elf. Either Mr. or Mrs. Anderson enjoyed the story of how Elizabeth became pregnant. Elizabeth was theirs and they did not like sharing her. However, after Blaine was born they realized that their son would need his own elf.

Ownership of an elf is not common, if anything it is a status symbol for the extremely wealthy and powerful. Mrs. Anderson always dreamt of owning an elf, but her family was poor and elves were expensive, not to include, contraband. The law enforcement of elf ownership was based on the power behind the vampire name. Anderson was a powerful name and no one dared to tell them what to do. Mr. Andersons family adoptive Elizabeth after an elf family found themselves in debt to the Andersons - Elizabeth was the payment.

From that day forth, Mr. Anderson began taking loving and gentle care of his elf. From the time Elizabeth was a child to now, Mr. Anderson kept Elizabeth in the safety of his estate and ignorant of the unglamorous history between vampires and elves. Elizabeth learned what Mr. Anderson wanted her to learn. She was taught that sleeping without clothing is normal. That she needs help with eating, bathing and exercise. Because Elizabeth was always happy and comfortable, she did not see reason to complain or protest when her master welcomed Mrs. Anderson into their bed or when a male elf was instructed to pregnant her.

"He is still too shy to come out. The bigger Lizzies stomach gets then the less shy your elf will be."

Blaine smiled and lowered his head to Elizabeths stomach. "Its okay. You can come out now. I promise that I will take good care of you, just like how my mommy and daddy take care of your mommy." The sleeping women shifted and Blaine stopped talking. "You will be my elf. I wont allow anyone to be mean to you. I may never let you out of my sight - and you will never want to leave me." Mrs. Anderson smiled at the display her son was giving. "Mommy, how can my elf be so small? Will he keep changing like me?"

"Yes, just only for a while. He, like you, will keep growing and developing until he is twenty, then he will stop changing. You will keep changing until you are twenty-five. After that, the two of you will have forever to be together."

Blaine smiled with understanding. "Do you hear that?" Blaine kissed Elizabeth stomach and whispered. "You will be mine forever."

...

"Let me help," Blaine shouted over the running water in the bathtub. "I want to help! He needs my help!"

"You are helping." Mrs. Anderson whispered into her sons ear. "Youre keeping him entertained. See," the older vampire gently splashed some water onto Kurts clubby naked legs. A loud and hyper giggled erupted from the three year old.

Elizabeth kept quiet and resumed cleaning his son. The similarities between two elves were uncanny. They both had the same sandy colored hair, pale skin and pointed ears. Kurt, just like his mother, was self-reserved and gentle hearted.    

"No! He needs me more!" The eight year old boy wriggled out of his mothers arms and crawled next to the bathtub. "Hi Kurt, let me help." Blaine grabbed the sponge out of Elizabeths hand and began cleaning Kurts shoulders. "See, I can clean you up better than her." Mrs. Anderson loudly cleared her throat, but the dark haired boy pretended that he did not hear her. "Where did your ducky go?"

Blaine stopped scrubbing the pale shoulder and surveyed the bath water for the toy of interest. Kurt mimicked Blaines action in searching for the missing toy. "Oh here it is! It was on the floor!" Blaine retrieved the toy from the floor and presented the duck to the elf as if was a magic trick.

Kurt applauded and kicked his legs upward, causing water to splash in multiple directions. "Thats my ducky!"

An unadulterated smile bloomed over the older boys face. "And you are mine. Can you say that to me?" The pale boy with sandy colored hair playfully shook his head and offered a mischievous smile. "Oh really," Blaine stood up and smirked, "I bet that if I walk out of this bathroom, then you will be calling back for me in less than fifteen seconds."

Kurt was too busy watching Blaine to notice Elizabeth grabbed the bottle of shampoo and began massaging small amounts into his hair. "Youre not going to go."

The older boy accepted the challenge. "Tell me that youre mine and that you need me. Otherwise, Im going."

Mrs. Anderson remained quiet the entire time and kept a critical eye on her sons performance. It was important that Blaine forms a strong relationship with his elf. Elves tend to be strong and independent individuals, however if trained early and thoroughly, then an elf can become lovely and delicious pets.

"You better listen to him." Mrs. Anderson warned and stopped slashing water on Kurt.

Blue eyes remained watching Blaine with critical fear. "Where are you going?" Then eight year old boy smirked and opened the bathroom door. "Blaine, where are you going?" Kurt fought to stand up and chase after the younger vampire, but Elizabeth held him in place. "Blaine, come back!" Kurt shouted to the empty threshold. "Where did Blaine go?" The younger boy asked his mother and Mrs. Anderson.

Mrs. Anderson could practically hear Blaines smiling on the other side of the wall. "I think he is waiting for you to say something."

"Close your eyes, sweetie," Elizabeth order. "I need to rinse your hair and I dont want to get any soap in your eyes."

"But..." the young boy cried, "Blaine always holds my hand when you pour water over me." Elizabeth resumed massaging Kurts hair after Mrs. Anderson gave her a look telling her to remain silent. "Blaine, come back!" The older boy did not return. "Mommy, why wont he come back to me? Is he mad at me?"

Elizabeth carefully watched Mrs. Anderson for a suggestion on what to say, but Mrs. Anderson spoke first. "Kurt, I believe that Blaine thinks you dont need him." Kurt hunched his tiny shoulders and played with the water between his chubby legs. "Do you need Blaine?"

"Blaine always holds my hand when mommy washes my hair. Blaine sings me lullabies until I fall asleep. Blaine cuts up my food." Disheartening silence prevailed in the childs elf mind. "I need Blaine. Please, mommy can I have Blaine back?"

Elizabeth smiled and Mrs. Anderson interjected. "Of course, call out for him."

"Blaine!" Kurt loudly shouted even though Blaine was not far away and his hearing was immaculate. "I need you and I want you back!"

Less than five second passed before the short black haired boy strutted from behind the wall. A smart aleck expression lay perfectly in place on Blaines face. "I did not hear you. Could you say that again?"

"Look mommy, Blaines back." Kurt cheered.

"Close your eyes. I need to rinse your hair now."

"Okay," Kurt held out his hand for Blaine.

Blaine quickly and tightly held onto the soft hand. "Close your eyes, Kurt. We dont want to get soap in your eyes. Im sure you remember how your eyes stung the last time you didnt close your eyes." The three year old exaggeratedly closed his eyes and lifted his head upward.     

Blaine silently watched as the warm water rolled down his little elf. Kurt reminded Blaine of Elizabeth. They were both pretty, but Blaine knew that Kurt would be prettier, taller and more graceful. Blaine could only imagine how Kurts blood would taste. If Elizabeths blood was tasty, then Kurts must be delicious. Ever since Kurt was born Blaine wanted to sample the warm liquid streaming through his little elfs veins, however his parents and Elizabeth protested the suggestion. It was decided that Blaine would start feeding from his elf when Kurt turned sixteen.

"You can open your eyes now." Blaine informed when Elizabeth was finished washing his hair.

Happy blue eyes opened and stared up at hazel eyes. "Thank you Blaine for coming back." Blaine leaned over and kissed Kurts pointy ears. "I need you and I like being around you."

Elizabeth wrapped her arms around her son and helped him stand up. In perfect fluidity Blaine grabbed a plush green towel off the rack. "Let me help you get dry."

"Lizzie," Mrs. Anderson pulled her elf away from their children. "I dont want to work you too hard. Let Blaine take care of Kurt." Elizabeth regrettable agreed and rested into the vampires embrace. She was tired and she also enjoyed watching Blaine take care of her son.

"Lift your arms up," Blaine instructed. "Good boy. You get to wear your frog pajamas tonight." Kurt giggled and wiggled into the shirt that Blaine was helping him into. "Now step into the legging."

Once Kurt was dressed and comfortable he wrapped his arms around Blaine. "I love being yours."

Blaine returned the hugs, "And I love having you mine."

...

Fourteen years later

"I will never get over how good you taste," Blaine muttered against Kurts skin and bit down on an unmarked section on the pale skin. "You are so good and you are completely mine."

Kurt happily stretched his neck to allow Blaine better access to his exposed flesh. "It feels good to be yours. Oh..." The elf wrapped his pale legs higher around the olive tone back. "Please, dont stop now."

The vampire happily obliged to the order his elfs moaned in between his thrusting and the mixing of their sweat. Blaine retracted his fangs and licked the blood seeping from the punctured skin. "You have always been my clingy little monkey." A soft giggle vibrated beneath the vampire. "You know its true."

The elfs long and slim arms wrapped around the vampires neck and Kurt lifted his hips into a more desirable position. "Ive never heard you complain before."  

"And you never will hear me complain," Blaine hotly whispered into Kurts ear, "Because I love my clingy little monkey." To prove his point, Blaine licked and teased Kurts pointy ears. Similar to every time Blaines tongue played with the elfs ultra-sensitive ear, Kurt loudly and embarrassingly screamed with pleasure and excitement. "You better tune it down my love," the vampire slowed down his thrusting in better efforts to capture his elfs attention.

It took the elfs dilated pupils and parted lips a moment to understand that the vampire was slowing down his motions. "Why are you stopping?"

Blaine smiled and covered his lips over the elfs panting breathes. Now that Kurts pleasurable screams were masked under the vampires tongue, Blaine speed up his thrusting.

Still hungry and wanting for the sweet taste of blood laced with lust, Blaine trailed his lips away from Kurts mouth and kissed down to a sensitive spot on the elfs neck. "Are you getting close?"

"Muhum."

In place of responding with his words, the vampire anchored his teeth into the pale flesh and lifted Kurts hips into the new ideal position. It did not take a long time for the elf to release himself from under the controlling nature of his master. Blaine did not immediately release himself after Kurt. Instead the vampire breathed in the sedative scent that was radiating off his fair skin beauty.

It was not until the grandfather clock signed that it was nine before Blaine released himself into his warm elf. "I just love the way you smell, taste, and feel. I love the way you look and sound when you engulf me."

Kurt lazily turned his head towards Blaine. Blaine took the fleeting moment to admire the numerous lover marks on the elfs neck. "I love you too."

"Good," Blaine pecked a cheerful kiss on Kurts button nose. "We better get ready for the party. We cant keep everyone waiting." With regrettable and slow easement, Blaine pulled himself entirely out of Kurt. "Can you remember the last time we were late for a party? Im pretty sure my father is still mad at me."

The vampire proudly walked towards their wardrobes and grabbed each of them an outfit. He selected himself a fine black suit and Blaine choose a silk cream colored robe for Kurt.

"I still dont understand why he got so mad."  Kurt sat up on the messy and wet sheets and shy wrapped his arms around his legs. "It is not like you had a choice. You were hungry and you needed to feed from me. We didnt do anything wrong."

"Stand up, please." The naked vampire helped Kurt into the silk robe. "If it wasnt an emergency, then I might understand your fathers complaint, but you were so hungry." Wide blue eyes emphasized his point, "I thought you were going to drink me all up or break me in half."

Blaine hid his smirk and turned Kurt around to tie to straps on the robe. In the simple truth, Blaine was not starving during the incident that Kurt was referring to.  During this particular event, Kurt was sixteen and finally old enough to share his body and blood. Blaine on the other hand, was still too young to fully control his hunger and lust, and may have pushed Kurt farther than the elf should have gone. That is the true reason of why Mr. Anderson was upset.

However, Kurt did not need to know the whole truth. Blaine did not need to have sex with Kurt in order to feed from him, but Blaine did tell the elf that feeding without sex was painful. Kurt, who loved his master, would never wish such pain for the vampire. So, after that moment whenever Blaine realized he that he was growing hard, he would causational mentioned that he was hungry. In return, Kurt would strip himself of his clothes and presented his naked body on the bed or against a wall. Who was Blaine to decline such a generous invite?

Sometimes Blaine did feel bad about manipulating and tricking Kurt into doing favors for him. For example, Kurt believes that Blaine is literally unable to wake up without a morning blow job. However, every time shame starts to penetrate into the vampires cold exterior, it is capsized by Kurts innocent eyes and willingness to do whatever Blaine asks of him.       

"Im sorry, if I was a little too rough with you." The vampire partly lied. In all honestly he did regret the eagerness he inflicted on the virgin elf from the time before; however, the satisfaction that he gained from it and Kurts forgiveness seemed to contradict that glimmer of regret.

The vampire finished securing the robe around the elf. "It wasnt your fault. If being rough benefits you, then you need to be rough on me." In Kurts heart, Blaine would never be at fault for anything. "I only wish I could do more for you."

"Seat down," the vampire motioned for the elf to set on the bed. "You do everything I ask of you. You wake me up, you feed me and you do what I ask of you. You never leave the estate, you never defy me or my family, and most importantly you are completely and absolutely mine." The tall and graceful elf smiled and purred when Blaine kissed his ears. "Careful my love, you know that your purring makes me... hungry." Blaine may have said ‘hungry but he was referring to an entirely different emotion.

Kurt did not understand Blaines dirty inside reference. "Are you still hungry? Do you need to feed some more? Im no longer dizzy." Blaine said nothing, but he did not stop the elf when Kurt removed the silk robe that was carefully wrapped around him. "It is the least I can do for you."

The hungry vampire watched the graceful elf dropped the clothing to the stone floor.  Soon, the hazel color in Blaines eyes was replaced with lust driven dilation.

Kurt bent and widened his legs on the bed. "Are you hungry?"

"Now that you mention it," the dark haired boy smirked and crawled between the pale legs that he calls home, "Ive starving."

...

Three years later

"Shit Blaine!" Jeff shouted from the threshold. "How long have you had one? I thought we were friends?"

Nick uncrossed his arms and kissed his mates cheek. "I believe the correct thing to say is ‘Happy Twenty-fifth or ‘youre twenty-five and you better like what you see."

"Thats not what I meant." Jeff wrinkled his nose and rolled his eyes. "Cant you smell what Blaine is hiding?"

The older and brown haired vampire heightened his senses. Once Nick opened his acceptance to the environment a sweet and honey sent penetrated into his nose. "Oh, shit Blaine." Nick slightly stumbled and leaned against the door frame. "What is the delicious smell? Can I please have some?"

Blaine angrily growled and scolded his hazel eyes. "What are you doing here? We agreed to meet in town." Jeff laughed and tried to sneak around Blaine, but the dark haired vampire was strong enough to block his two older vampire friends from coming in. "Ive never invited you over."

"Yes, a fact that I always found insulting and weird. Now that we know you have a delectable elf, it is only fitting that we celebrate the occasion for someone who will forever be twenty-five. Happy birthday, Blaine," Jeff finished and wrapped his arms around Blaine with brotherly affection.

Nick waited until Jeff released himself from Blaine. "Happy twenty-fifth and I hope that you are happy with the body that you have, because you are going to be stuck with it for a very long time." 

Blaine did not care for the nonsense that his friends were displaying. Sure, Jeff and Nick were his friends and yes it was common for wealthy vampires to showcase their rare breed elves, but that did not necessarily include Blaine. The dark haired vampire had put a lot of work in keeping Kurts existence a secret. Every time Kurt met someone new, then a piece of the elfs innocence was forever lost. Blaine did not want new people filling Kurts mind with new thoughts and ideas. Kurt was perfect and Blaine did not want to change that.

"Thank you Nick," Blaine grumbled. "Jeff, if you ever referrer to my elf as ‘delectable again, then so be it, because I dont care the consequences." The blond haired boy hesitantly laughed. "You may be two-hundred years old, but I have elf blood in me. I think we all know which one of us is stronger."

Jeff and Nick exchanged nervously glances at each other. The unspoken question lingered between them. What had happened to their vampire friends calm and easy-going nature?

"Im sorry, Blaine. I wont talk that way about your elf again." Jeff forfeited his joke and intentions. "I didnt mean to actually offend you." Hazel eyes remained on the nervous blond. "Ive always wanted to taste an elf. Whenever I smell one, I get a little crazy. If you dont want me to meet him, then..."

The dark haired boy interrupted. "You are not going to met him. You can try, but you wont succeed. He is my elf. I am the only one who will ever get to feed from him. I am the only one who will ever touch him intimately." Blaine could have kept talking, but he made his point. Kurt was his and his alone.

There is a reason why Blaine keeps Kurt locked in their bedroom - he does not want Kurt to realize that he has other options in life. Other than his words, there is honestly not a great and powerful force keeping the elf and vampire together.

"Were sorry, Blaine. I will never mention him again. Can we still go and celebrate your birthday now? You are finally done growing. This should be a happy day, not an angry day." Jeff tried to lighten the tension. "Someone told me that Sebastian is coming," the blond winked, "And he was able to round up some drunk and loose humans who want to party with us."

"Shit," Blaine shouted, "Why is Sebastian coming? You know I hate that guy. He is nothing more than a weasel with cheap pickup lines."

Nick cleared his throat and desperately tried to find peace to unite his friend and mate.  "Oh, I didnt realize that Sebastian was that awful. He always seemed nice to me."

Blaine rolled his eyes. He no longer wanted to go and celebrate this birthday. Why did he need to hook up with other vampires or drink cheap humans blood, when he had a perfect and doting elf waiting for him in his bedroom?

"Im sure Sebastian is nice to every warm hole that he finds enticing."

Jeff laughed. "Do you really think that way?" Blaine gave Jeff an irritated stare which openly questioned their friendship. "Sure, Sebastian may have been the town whore for the past hundred years, but I really think he fancies you. It must be true love, because he doesnt even know you have an elf in your bed."  Time temporarily stopped for Blaine and Nick, but Jeff did not realize the increase in tension. "When Nick and I finally became mates I was secretly hoping that he was hiding an elf from me. Im jealous of all vampires whose mates come with an elf. In all honesty your mother is so lucky to have mated with your father, and whoever you mate with will also be extremely lucky."

While Jeff was babbling about vampires sharing their elves, the foul and disturbing imagine of Sebastian thrusting into Kurt and drinking the divine elfish blood plagued Blaines mind.  It was the idea of Kurt moaning under the influence of Sebastians dirty words and sinister smirk which snapped Blaine back to reality.

"If Sebastian ever lays one of his filthy fingers on my Kurt, then he will no longer have a finger or a fifth appendage to touch with!" Hazel eyes turned an angry reddish color and his short height seemed to have grown. "Nick," Blaine warned, but his eyes stayed focused on Jeff. "I suggest you get your mate out of my sight. Im struggling with my control right now."

The brown haired vampire quickly grabbed his mates hand and hid Jeff behind his back. "Im sorry, Blaine. You know Jeff. He never knows when to shut up. Lets not ruin your birthday. Why dont you come with us and we can all go to the bar together. We can even disinvite Sebastian." Nick added in an attempt to restore peace.

The peace offering was declined, "Maybe tomorrow. All this talk of elves reminds me." Before Blaine left Kurt to go to his party he warned the elf that he would be hungry when he came back home. "I have a naked elf in my bed that is waiting for me. Right now, Kurt is who I want to spend my birthday with."  The angry vampire was not beneath slamming the door against his friends. 

...

Blaine was not angry at Kurt. To be honest, Blaine did not know if it was possible for him to get mad that the beautiful elf. Having all said that, Blaine was still very angry. How dare someone suggest that he share Kurt? Yes, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson shared Elizabeth; but in Blaines mind that was entirely different. He and Kurt grew up together and Blaine spent over half of his life taking care of the gentle elf. For Blaine to share Kurt would be a betrayal of his love and Kurts trust.

The door to Blaine and Kurts door burst open with enraged vampire force.

"Blaine, what are you doing back so early?" Kurt tossed the picture book he was looking at on the table and raced towards his master. "Are you sick, upset, or hungry?

The vampire opened his arms and accepted the elf into his arms. Kurt belonged in his arms and no one elses. "Kurt, who do you belong to?"

"You," the pale elf answered the same question that he had been asked every day for the past twenty years. "I belong to you, Mr. Blaine Anderson."

Blaine accepted the answer, but was not satisfied by it. "Do you belong to anyone else?"

"No, I only belong to you." Kurt smiled and then kissed Blaines nose, "Only you and no one else."

"Correct, you are mine and no one elses." Blaine released his hold on Kurt and stepped away. Kurt followed the motion by stepping towards the vampire - keeping their chests touching one another. "I will never get mate with another vampire. You are all that I need. Now," Blaine motioned for Kurt to stop following him. "I want you to undress and get on your hands and knees. Today is a good time to remind you who you belong to."

Kurt loosened the straps around his waist. "I just said that I belong to you."

"You have confessed your mind to me. I want to reclaim your body." The elf accepted the simple answer and opened his robe like a theater curtain reveals the stage. Instead of seeing a stage, hazel eyes were met with the pale and perfect naked body of an elf. "Beautiful, now on your hands and knees," the vampire order and began to remove his own clothes. "When was the last time I claimed you in this position?"

Kurt remained straight face and presented his nude back side up in the air. "I was sixteen. You told me that you were going to be rough on me, because that is how the claiming process works." A hint of pink spread across Kurts pale cheeks, "Afterwards, I couldnt walk for a week. Is today going to be like that too?"

Blaine step out of his undergarments and approached his naked beauty. "No, last time I at least prepared you." The bed bent with the vampires added weight, "And this time you wont be able to walk for three weeks." To prove his point, Blaine thrust his hips forward and his sex found its way into the warm embrace that only he would ever experience. A high pitch scream ripped from the elf. "Who do you belong to?"

"You," Kurt struggled to answer, "Always and forever!"

The vampire sped up his motions and reorder. "Say it again!"

And so began a long night.

The End