In the middle of the cave sat a mini burning campfire flame, held by candles and some old paper. Cooper frowned at the pathetic looking fire hoping that Kurt would bring at least enough firewood back for the flames to grow.

He threw in a piece of crushed paper he had found in his backpack. The fire grew ever so slightly, the incandescent flame cause the glow of the sheet of paper, slowly devouring it away. The smoke wisps from the fire rose into the air and drifted out slowly to the snowstorm outside.

There came a weird howl from outside that made Cooper shiver slightly. Kurt would be able to protect himself outside – if anyone was vulnerable, it was him, Cooper Anderson. He frowned slightly, he was a police officer but guns didnt work here in this forest. He barely took any notes on the creatures living here, let alone the terrain, he mused glancing down at his snow stained boots.

All he knew was the Wendigo and what Kurts plans were – to find the cave and leave if there was no Blaine. Cooper sighed and rubbed his temples, it was clear that Kurt did not know what he was dealing with, and yes it would take months to try to find Blaine in that state.

It seemed as if Blaine didnt want to come home at all. Well, he didnt expect much, knowing that his brother had become a Wendigo, probably the culprit for the killings in the village as per what Sebastian had gratefully informed.

There was a loud thud and Coopers head whipped to the direction of the noise.

Standing at the mouth of the cave was Kurt, lugging in a medium sized tree.

"I thought you loved the forest," the older man exclaimed, eyeing the smaller framed boy drag the tree to the corner of the cave, looking tireless and even more so restless, "You cut down a tree?"

"In my defence, it was your idea." The boy replied curtly, placing the trunk on the ground, glancing at the small flame of a campfire. "Would you rather I cut off your arm?"

Cooper rolled his eyes.

"Chop up some firewood would you?" He ordered.

There was a long pause.

He glanced up, realizing that he had actually commanded Kurt again; waiting for a fractious reply from the younger boy but none came. Instead, Kurt seemed to have obediently shifted over to the tree and was beginning to chop it up with his silver dagger.

Cooper blinked before glancing back at the campfire.

"Thanks." He declared to no one in particular, noticing his voice echo slightly throughout the cave.

"Dont thank me yet, Anderson." Came the soft reply.

There was a long silence that fell between them, only the sounds of the dagger hacking into the trunk could be heard; Cooper heard Kurt grunt something and turned, only to scramble up to try to catch a firewood log thrown to him.

He graciously threw it into the flames which engulfed the firewood hungrily, the fire growing bigger and smoke willowing out – he turned to the cave mouth to see nothing but white, feeling glad the cave was deep enough to block out the wind.

"What was that howl outside?" Cooper questioned quickly, turning toward Kurt, who was slicing up small thin bark pieces and pushing them towards the older man.

Kurt didnt reply.

"I know you dont like to talk much but if were carrying on this weird Wendigo hunt apparently not for a Wendigo; I deserve some knowledge about things here." He grunted, shifting closer to the fire and rolling another log into the flames.

"I dont know what we are dealing with." Came the cold answer. "All I know is that hes part Wendigo."

There was a long pause.

Cooper glanced at the younger boy, slicing the tree up bark by bark, breaking the branches and shoving them towards Cooper; the kid was cold and sarcastic no denying – intriguing was an understatement for the boy. Kurt Hummel wasnt any normal child, he was a hunter as a small kid and he seemed to be inhumanly fast.

Not to mention the blue peculiar flames.

Cooper was curious. He wanted to probe but Kurt didnt seem like the type to unequivocally reveal every part of himself to the world let alone Cooper. He was gratified of Kurt and how he actually knew a diminutive bit about the hunter. He never talked about himself, Cooper realized, but not that Kurt was interested – an eye for an eye, he supposed whilst waiting for the snowstorm to die down a little.

"I never really got to tell you about myself, Kurt." He spoke up, the crackle of the fire echoing around the cave.

There came a scoff from the other side and the boy glanced back coolly at Cooper, his ice blue eyes bright. "I dont really care." He rumbled curtly, swiftly putting the dagger into his back belt and cocking his head at Cooper, "But go ahead, amuse me."

Cooper weighed his decision whether to continue to be nice or to just angrily ignore Kurt for the next few hours.

"Im Cooper Anderson, and Ive been Chief of the Police force of this town for about 3 years."

"You became the Chief of the Police after your brother went missing?" Kurt sounded bemused, a smirk on the younger boys pale face.

Cooper made a face at Kurt.

"I did so I could track him down." He hissed back, slightly irate, "My parents were so worried for Blaine, it was the least I could do. For 2 years, Ive been looking up on information and people whove been suspected to have kidnapped my brother."

"We blamed everyone but the creatures of the forest." Cooper rubbed his face tiredly, "I came down with the conclusion that he was missing for good; no footprints, no sign of struggle, barely any information of him leaving home. It was like he vanished."

Kurt snorted.

Cooper glared at him.

"I gave up on searching for him until I gave chase to this jewel thief Santana." He explained quickly, "Like I said, I saw Blaine, got terrified and Santana told me what he had most probably become – a Wendigo. A black witch herself, she gave me a book on the creature and help in exchange of her escaping jailterm."

"Sly isnt she?" Kurt grinned, leaning against the tree.

"Furtive but she helped me find you – she said you were childhood friends because you used to live beside each other. She only mentioned how she could never seem to seduce you with herattractive looks." Cooper smirked back at Kurt, who just frowned darkly.

He wiggled his eyebrows and got a livid glare from Kurt.

The howl came again and the both of them stood still weapons raised for a whilst before Cooper decided it was alright to continue his tale.

"Ive heard of Wendigoes but I had always assumed it was just a fairytale made to keep children from running around during cold winter nights." He digressed, judging by the cold look from Kurt, "I never dealt with creature before, I had seen it on the papers and hunters who speak about it, but I have never dealt with anything of this forest till today."

"As kids, my parents never liked us to believe in stupid things like that – we were locked up at home most of the time, not that I minded, there was everything I needed back at home. Blaine however wanted to be one with nature and tried all ways to escape his little room."

"Wasnt that the biggest hint of your brother actually wanting to leave this place for the forest?" Kurt cut in swiftly, looking rather bored.

"He stopped trying once he reached his teenage years." Cooper sighed, recalling the younger happy Blaine calmly studying assiduously every day after school, not even wanting to leave the house to get a drink or to go out with his friends.

"Hed rather stay indoors and never left the house much anymore. Especially during winter; though there were times where I would catch him staring out into the snow, looking rather forlorn about something." He glanced at the fire slowly.

A thought of Blaine smiling up from his table study and waving a Cooper crossed his mind. His heart sank and he rubbed his tired eyes.

"I never cared much about his happiness and I never took much notice; Im a horrible older brother." He sighed, closing his eyes, "I was selfish. I didnt care much about Blaine, seeing him every day became something of familiarity; it was bland and I didnt take much notice – until he actually vanished."

Cooper shifted closer to the fire. It crackled slightly and he heard a soft thud; glancing up he saw Kurt sitting beside him, the ice blue eyes bright and observing. There was a quiet look of pity for a moment quickly replaced with mild nonchalance.

"You are trying to find him now," Kurt muttered, throwing a rock into the flame, "I think that counts as something good."

"What are the odds that we can find him?" Cooper looked up at Kurt, a wavering trepidation in his heart, "What are the odds that you will kill him?"

There was a long pregnant silence that wafted over them.

"I hunt Wendigoes." Kurt muttered coldly, "If your brother is one, I have no choice but to kill him."

Cooper blinked.

"But we dont know if hes a Wendigo or not."

"Dont ruin the moment."

It dawned on Cooper. Kurt hunted Wendigoes, Blaine wasnt exactly a Wendigo. He turned to Kurt, a grin on his face, "Youre not going to kill him are you?" He met with Kurts indifferent eye roll.

There was a cold wind that buffeted through the cave.

"Oh contre," came a blood chilling whisper from behind.

It was a quick whirlwind of movement from beside Cooper; Kurt Hummel bounded up on his feet inhumanely swift and was aiming at something. The whisper was all too familiar; Cooper inelegantly stood up and aimed his two guns right into the face of his own little brother.

"Blaine." Coopers jaw dropped, staring into the pale skinned Blaine Anderson, his hair strangely gelled up and him in a ragged brown shirt and pants, a wicked glint in his hazel brown pools. His brother glanced over at Cooper, an obscene malevolent smirk on his face that seemed too wide to be human. His hazel eyes returned to the arrow that was aimed at his throat.

Kurt didnt even mutter a single word. His blue eyes were blazed over with something of contempt, a murderous smirk on the younger boys pale face.

"If you let that arrow fly, you will make me very angry." Blaine whispered, his eyes fixated on Kurt, his voice throaty and raspy, "You will regret even trying."

The grin exchanged between Blaine and Kurt was terrifying.

"Blaine," Cooper croaked out, his hands trembling as he shifted the guns in his hands slightly, "Blaine, do you remember me?"

The boy let out a fanatical whoop, eyes slowly glancing over at Cooper. He glanced over at Kurt again, "Ive been craving something more than human flesh," he under-toned darkly, smirking and baring his teeth.

More than human flesh?

Cooper blinked

There was a loud shriek and the sound of the arrow whizzing past Blaine. When his eyes were reopened, Blaine was nowhere to be seen, a blue fire arrow lodged onto the cave ground. The cave started to tremble, a cold wind bellowing throughout, putting out the fire that Cooper had start up, and the blue flames of Kurts arrow.

"Fuck." He heard Kurt mutter.

He glanced over at Kurt only to see the boy covered in a small splatter of blood – he had managed to hurt Blaine, but where was his brother? Kurt was eyeing the surroundings, his bow raised to aimed and fire one more (how did he even manage to do that with such speed?)

"Cooper, run, get out of the cave NOW!" Kurt started to grab Coopers arm when a voice cut them off.

"You made me angry." Came the hiss from behind, Cooper and Kurt turned swiftly in unison only to face an empty space.

"Get out!" Kurt roared urgently, "The cave is about to collapse!"

Before they could move anymore, the cave mouth had started to crumble. The large rocks fell, covering the light that entered the cave, and without the fire, it was starting to grow darker. Cooper tried to run but it was too late.

The last thing he saw was Blaine Anderson materializing in front, a hole in his left shoulder and a depraved smile on his face.

Then, pitch black.