Big blue azure eyes with specks of navy twinkled with mischievousness, white large pointed ears pressed down on its heads watching the chestnut haired hunter parade up to it, hands cupped over a small jar filled with a peculiar reddish gunk.

Kurt Hummel wasnt one to trust in those odd smelling healing junk but he couldnt tolerate watching the flies start to hive around the Cerberuss missing head. The pink flesh now attracting the attention of those foul insects and Kurt did not want the deprived creature to have its head now swarmed with maggots or rotting flesh.

Opening the jar, he stuck a pale finger inside, pulling out the rose smelling goo before handing it out to let the Cerberus sniff.

The two headed beast bounded over, affectionately bumping its main head on Kurts free hand and its right head giving the strange looking slime a good whiff. It didnt recoil as Kurt had expected and instead continued to examine the red coloured healing cream with much prurient.

Kneeling down, Kurt clasped the Cerberuss white fluffy mane, holding it still as it watched with vigilant big pools, eyeing the hunter as he rubbed the ointment onto the stump of flesh, staying static as Kurt did so.

He frowned darkly; examining the Cerberuss sliced off head. No doubt it was done by a hunter – not necessarily a skilled one judging by how he or she only severed one of the heads out of the three, with the clean cut of a good sword in all probability. If all three heads had been cut, maybe the creature wouldnt have gone through some much shame and pain.

None of the other hell hounds will ever take this one in, Kurt thought silently, watching the beasts main head gratefully looking back up at him. With two heads the creature would be deemed as an outcast and shamed.

Kurt stood up, moving over to his cabinet and pulling the last drawer open – where he kept all his long bandages and cloths, quickly grabbing a hand full of the gauze, he went over to the Cerberus, swiftly bandaging the wound. In time it would grow fur back through the severed stump but not another head he noted sadly and patted the creatures heads, earning a small huff from the right one.

There was a knock on the door.

"Kurt?" Came Burts deep rumble.

"Come in." was the cold reply and at once the wooden door swung open, Burt holding a bowl of something that smelt like herbal soup.

His father dipped his head in acknowledgement to the Cerberus who had begun to explore Kurts room, snuffing the floor and prodding its big paws on the soft carpeted ground before rolling inelegantly around, yelping in delight.

"It looks like a young adult Cerberus." Burt commented dryly, holding out the herbal soup to Kurt and nodding at the white two headed beast.

Kurt gazed at the soup warily before taking it from his father with a quiet thank you. He held the warm soup in his hands, feeling the stare of his father searing onto his skin.

"I cant leave him out there Dad, you know why." He spoke earnestly, "His kind wont accept him and he will be dead before you know it." Kurt glanced back at the large beast politely bounding towards the window and back to the bed where it settled down, crossing its paws and cocking its head back at Kurt.

"Hes saved my life and I could do some good to return the favour." He cast an indebted look to the Cerberus before shifting back to his father, "Plus Ive always wanted a wolf." Kurt grinned teasingly before giving the soup a taste.

He grimaced at once, the tang of verdant grassy berries strong on the tip of his tongue as he held his breath and gulped it all down. He handed the empty bowl back to his father, an eye brow raised, "I suppose Pierce has been teaching you how to cook herbal concoctions?" He teased, a wry smirk on his face.

Burt nodded grimly.

"For you of course," He grunted kindly, stepping back out the door, "Please rest Kurt." His father reprimanded gently, "Your shifts in a few hours and you need the strength."

With that Burt Hummel left the door, Kurt hearing the footfalls down the hall to the staircase to the living room. It seemed way to peaceful having a Wendigo down in the basement; Kurt scoffed to himself before twisting around and falling onto the bed. He heard the Cerberus let out an indignant wuff, shuffling away from Kurt before curling into a ball, its white fur matching the washed-out sheets of Kurts bed.

Blaine Anderson, Kurt flicked off his night light before closing his eyes lightly, the half Wendigo – there were different ways to end up becoming a Wendigo but to become half of that monstrous creature? It was instant, Kurt had seen it before, gritting his teeth, an instant if a Wendigo wanted you to transform but for Blaine to still remain human; there was a probability that Blaine Anderson had wanted to become a Wendigo.

It was his fault she was dead.

Kurt shuddered, inhaling nosily curling up in his sheets, clenching his eyes shut tight. He had found the beast in the cave, recalling how his frail young self touching the ice which held the winter monster. The large cavern empty except for the outsized frozen Wendigo, watching Kurt with its slit red eyes that bore into the little boys big cerulean pools; fear struck his heart and Kurt Hummel bolted from the cave, ear-piercing screams for his father.

Elizabeth Hummel was curious. She had never seen her son so horrified of any creature before; Kurt was a fearless soul, always poking his diminutive button nose in things and savouring the results no matter how terrifying it was.

Kurt had no idea his mother had sneaked off whilst Burt was calming his son down; Elizabeth Hummel being as fleet-footed as she was had gone to examine the cave that had alarmed her brave son so much.

She shouldnt have.

All Kurt remembered was her soft embrace as they carried him home that day; not noticing the raw fright in his mothers teal eyes as they trudged home.

The boy had nightmares that scourged his soul, dreaming of the wicked beast with its fangs chasing him, the woods dark and unwelcoming as Kurt sprinted with breakneck speed, gasping for air and trying to outrun the wolfish fiend.

He never did.

Kurt Hummel woke up every time breaking out in cold sweat and sobbing for his parents.

But the beast never did emerge all summer. The monster without a name, Kurt had dubbed it, it wasnt a werewolf or a Cerberus, it was much bigger than that but perhaps it was just a quiet red eyed monster, maybe a protector to the forest.

Autumn breezed in and Kurts worries about the beast vanished. One night as he was sneaking a cookie from the kitchen, he had overheard Burt comforting his crying mother in the dark living room. Little Kurt Hummel hid behind the kitchen door, silently nibbling on his cookie when he heard the words that would transgress his fear of the monster without a name.

"Im dying, Burt."

Kurt was barely six when he heard his mother had cancer.

Burt had decided then and there to study up Necromancy. Elizabeth was enraged at that, the elfish beauty disgruntled at the thought of her husband playing with dark magic but Burt had not listened. He spent nights after long hunts to read about the Necromancy, having no time for Kurt or Elizabeth except during lunch.

Kurt had watched and his mother grew weary each day, his father tired and livid, burning midnight oil studying the dark arts. Elizabeth had declined the hospital and gracious commanded Burt to bury her body with the other elves, to which she earned an angry retort from the man. To Kurt, she smiled and told him not to worry for them, he was a child, and they were to worry for him.

Everything crumbled in winter.

The news reports and the people storming up to the Hummels, requesting them to find the beast that took their child – Kurt was bewildered, this had never happened in the village before, true to occasionally losing kids because they had wandered over into the forest alone but never before had he heard of children disappearing every night from their beds.

Something was taking them away.

And Kurt Hummel knew.

With Burt working late night shifts, even pairing up with other hunters and Elizabeth tired out in bed all time, Kurt went to find the monster without a name. It was a late night bike cycle from his house to the forest as the little boy sneaked out, only armed with a small dagger Burt had given him.

It was dangerous to go into the woods alone at night but Kurt knew every nook and corner of the forest, hiding in trees and trudging through the snow. He was determined to find the cave and bring out the monster; like his mother had once told him, all the boy thought he needed to do was to talk to the beast. Purest heart will tame even the most merciless of the beasts.

He could find the beast and help exhausted Burt focus on trying to save Elizabeth.

The winter woods were dark and cold, surprisingly quiet for a night out in the woods, Kurt leaped from rock to rock, trying to recall where the cave was. He passed by a frozen lake which he recalled his mother pointing out that it was the Mermaids lair and to never ever look them in the eye for they would lure him with their beauty and gobble him up.

A chill in the air made Kurt stop short.

Widened eyes scoping out the area, Kurt only surrounded by long thin bare trees, soft snow falling from the sky. He stepped forward slightly, the snow crunching under his feet when he heard her voice loud and clear, echoing around him.

"Kurt."

Elizabeths voice rang in the air sounding like a sweet bell.

"Mom?" Kurt blinked, turning to the direction of the noise. "You cant be mom, shes sick at home and cant move."

An icy chill frosted down Kurts neck and the boy could make out a figure in the distance, a long willowy body and a familiar sharp pang hit Kurt when he saw the pair of blood red eyes approaching him slowly.

"You!" He squeaked out in excitement. "Are you the one taking the children?"

There was no reply, the creature stalking towards him slowly, red pools never wavering.

"Please stop," Kurt begged, feeling the chill around his body grow stronger, "Please youre hurting people and thats not a nice thing to do."

Kurt could see the creature clearly now, the huge towering gaunt wolfish body in plain sight. The little boy held his breathe as he observed the monster without a name. Bones pushing out of the ash gray skin, red eyes pushed back deep into its sockets, sharp incise teeth bared on its lipless mouth. The stench of rotting flesh wafted in the air, pungent to Kurts nose.

A red warning light flashed in the little boys mind. Run, something screamed in his head, run, Kurt, run!

"P-please," Kurt managed to mutter out, his bones freezing and his teeth chattering, trying to ignore the reek of the monster. He nervously raised a hand out toward the beast, purest heart will tame even the most merciless of the beasts, his mothers voice echoed in his mind.

The creature had stopped a foot in front of Kurt, now eyeing the boy with new found curiosity. It let out low rumble, the sound of bones cracking and Kurt watched as it grinned with wild feral, dipping its head to meet Kurt.

There was a long pause.

Kurt managed to small shy smile.

The beast opened its mouth and Kurt grinned, hoping it was going to say something but instead the monster let out a dreadful howl and lunged for Kurts outraised hand.

The little boy let out a blood curdling shriek, reacting swiftly and pulling away his outstretched arm before the monster could maul it, turning tail and fleeing. His heart clunked heavily in his chest as he dashed through the woods, tears now rolling down his cheeks.

"HELP!" He roared, sobbing and his chest burning, "SOMEONE SAVE ME PLEASE!"

Kurt twisted his head back only to realize the creature wasnt behind him. The chill wafted around him once more and his heart filled with dismay; he realized that the monster had materialized beside him.

The beasts eyes glinted red and it struck.

Kurt felt his body getting pushed away by a swift heavy force and he glanced at the pale arms holding him.

"Kurt Hummel, you are grounded!" came the frantic lecture.

Kurt blinked in shock, his mothers face coming into view, putting him down on the ground and the long lean woman whipping out a bow and arrow aimed for the creature in front of them. The elf stood protectively in front of her son, fearless and teal eyes narrowed.

"Stay away from my son!" She howled, shooting a golden arrow at the skeletal beast.

It hit the creatures shoulder but it wasnt fazed at all.

Everything after that happened in a flash.

Like a ghost, the monster had appeared in front of Elizabeth Hummel, grabbing her petite waist with its gargantuan clawed hands, fright making the woman drop her bow and arrow onto the floor beside Kurt, who snapped out of his frozen fear, clumsily whipping out his dagger and was about to pounce to stab the beast when he heard his mother shriek.

"RUN KURT RUN!" She screeched; kicking her legs as the monster raised her up to look at her in the eye.

"Take the bow and run!" She commanded, "RU-"

She was cut off. The beast opened its rotting mouth but instead of eating Elizabeth, Kurt saw a grey mist escaping the monsters jaws and getting sucked right into his mothers body. Transfixed, Kurt watched as the monster grew smaller, the mist vaporizing into his mother, the big beast fading away ever so slowly. It was like his mother was sucking away the soul of the beast.

It continued until the monster had died away and all that was left was Elizabeth Hummel, standing on the snow back facing her son.

Kurt let out a whoop of excitement.

"You did it Mom!" He grinned, bending down to pick up the bow and arrow, heaving a sigh of relief.

There was no reply.

Glancing up, the chestnut haired boy blinked in confusion at his mothers frozen state, not moving from where she was standing. Dread pierced his heart and Kurt moved forward slightly, feeling the frozen fingers of fear creep up his back.

"M-mom?" He whispered, shivering.

Elizabeth Hummel began to walk away from Kurt.

"Mom!" Kurt wailed, stumbling and trying to follow her. Tears were forming in his eyes as the boy tried blinking it away, clumsily trailing after his mother, shouting her name.

And she vanished.

Like a dust cloud, she was gone.

Kurt got up from the bed, ice blue eyes narrowed. The Cerberus had noticed the sudden movement and let out an annoyed huff, shifting slightly before looking at Kurt with big curious pools. It raised a paw and placed it gently on Kurts knee, both of its heads watching the hunter with new found worry.

"Im fine. Go back to sleep." He told the Cerberus.

Shaking the paw off, Kurt got off his bed and headed down to the kitchen for a drink.

The memory remained a fresh wound in Kurts head. It was his fault she vanished that night; he could never forgive himself for that and he would under no circumstances excuse himself for what he did after that.

Trailing down the stairs, he remembered how Cooper was on shift duty today.

Kurt let out a scoff.

Not that the Wendigo boy would wake up from its coma at the moment. It would take at least two days for the head wound to heal; an estimate of Kurts and he was usually never wrong. Cooper seemed to be doing alright as guard duty judging by how silent and peaceful the house was at the current time.

The blue eyed boy grabbed the mug from the kitchen, the silence comforting as he poured the leftover orange juice into the ceramic mug.

There was a thudding noise that sounded like something had dropped.

Kurt narrowed his eyes, halting his movements.

It sounded like Cooper had dropped his guns.

Trust the man to fall asleep on an important shift.

Frowning darkly, Kurt decided to check on the Cooper, heading to the basement with a mug of orange juice in his hands. The house was completely silent except for Kurts soft footfalls on the carpeted ground.

Arriving at the basement door, he pressed his ears to the wooden gate and rolled his eyes when he heard the ever so quiet snoring of Cooper Anderson. He was about to ignore the man and leave when he heard a soft clinking of chains.

Kurt froze.

There was a flurry of movement and it seemed as if Anderson had decided to wake up.

"Kurt?" The mans voice echoed in the basement.

The hunter couldnt help but roll his eyes once more. Really Cooper?

"Hello Coop." was the hushed unexpected answer.

At once the hunter dug his pocket for the keys, unlocking the door with a click and bursting into the room, half anticipating the Wendigo to be out of the cage but all that greeted him was Cooper Andersons terrified face, his trembling guns aimed at the cage.

"Go to bed Anderson," Kurt ordered and the other man scrambled up, passing the guns over to him.

"Im taking this shift."