The wooden door closed shut and there was a click of a lock.

"Kuuuurt." The deep voice resounded from the cage.

The hunter cocked the gun and aimed at the beast within the bars. Kurt wasnt a fool, he knew the Wendigo had tricks up its sleeves; they were an intelligent bunch, malevolent and sadists of their kind. They favoured causing misery to their victims before devouring them whole. Even though Blaine Anderson was trapped in the silver enclosure, Kurt wasnt going to take any risk. The Wendigo was a menace to him and everyone around him.

"Why did you let Cooper leave?" Blaine whispered, chuckling darkly, "Oh no! Now Ive lost my chance to escape this little box." Sarcasm dripped from the sinister growl.

Kurt snorted.

"Oh boo hoo. Id like to see you try." He scoffed back icily.

There was a pause and a grunt.

"Let me out, demon." Blaines voice dropped dangerously low. "You and I both know very well that in due time your little cage cant hold me."

Kurts ice blue eyes narrowed and he stepped forward to the cage, towering over the seated Wendigo, wounds healed and a wry smirk on its ashen swallow face. Blaine Andersons hazel pools locked onto Kurts, widening its eyes as it spotted the silver gun aimed for its heart.

"Is that really necessary?" Blaine sounded irate.

It was Kurts turn to smirk.

"Youre not a fully fledged Wendigo arent you?" He lowered his voice enigmatically, lips curving up into a wicked grin, nudging the gun at the trapped Blaine who glowered back furiously. "I can just shoot you and youll be dead."

"LET ME GO!" It roared, trying to break free from the chains and snarling viciously at Kurt, only managing to twist its body slightly being wrapped down from the cloth and silver. Struggling hard, Blaine snarled venomously, baring its teeth before throwing in the towel and stopping its frenzied battle with the chains.

There was a long silence.

"You are making a grave mistake, Kuuurt." Blaine spoke gently, languidly, hazel eyes back up at Kurts own icy blue ones. "Cooper doesnt want me back because he misses me," the creature spat, a glint in those hazel brown, "He has bigger plans."

Kurt blinked detachedly, looking uninterested. Whatever Blaine was trying to do, it wasnt working. The hunter knew better than to trust the hazel eyed thing in the enclosure, it didnt matter what it said anyway, Kurt didnt care.

Blaine let out an annoyed huff.

"You dont care because your heart isnt human anymore." It stated grumpily.

"Thats rich, coming from you." Kurt retorted back coolly, trying to ignore the steady growing urge to shoot the thing dead.

To his surprise, Blaine let out a humanely laugh that bounced off the basement walls.

"If I had no human heart," He tilted his head at Kurt, grinning, "You wouldve been dead by now Kurt." At that the Wendigo licked its lips greedily, "Kuuurt, I like that name."

Kurt pulled the trigger and there was a ringing shot, the sound of the bullet piercing through the Wendigos flesh and the shriek of anger coming from it made Kurt smirk. He had made sure the bullet was aimed at Blaines shoulder, strangely fascinated at what their conversation henceforth not shooting the Wendigo in the head and shutting it up.

"That was rude." Blaine growled; his voice low once more.

"If I had no human heart," Kurt mimicked Blaine voice, "Youve would been dead by now, Blaine."

There was a pause.

Blaine started to laugh, his eyes narrowed and glowering daggers at the hunter. "You killed your own mother." He pronounced haughtily, "What kind of human does that?"

At that Kurt froze. Dont listen to it, his conscious screamed internally in his mind, its lying and you know it! Shutting his eyes tight, it took a lot of effort for Kurt to smirk back gradually at Blaine, who was watching with hushed captivation, a frown now on its face as the hunter threw back his head and laughed darkly.

"Let me out," Blaine hissed forcefully, struggling once more and glaring at Kurt, "LET ME OUT!"

Kurt grinned, enjoying the fact that he was angering the beast. Payback, he thought darkly, for bringing her into the conversation. How dare it speak of his mother in that way? Kurt gritted his teeth as he watched Blaine thrash about trying to break free from the chains that held him down.

After a moment, Blaine halted his movements and sat there silently, just watching Kurt with resentment. The hunter returned to the chair in the middle of the basement and sat down gracefully, a cynical smirk on his face.

"You will regret this." Blaine spoke after a bit, sounding tired. "You will suffer."

Kurt snorted loudly.

"This cage cannot hold me forever, hunter." The thing continued, sounding irked, "When I get out of here, you will die first." It bared its teeth at Kurt, gnashing its fangs together.

The brunette rolled his eyes, lowering his guns to the ground before flashing a sharp brisk glower at Blaine.

There was a pregnant pause.

Kurt could kill Blaine simply. He eyed the beast who was sulking indignantly, huffily scrunching up its face to bare its teeth whenever hazel amber caught the ice blue ones. Kurt could shoot Blaine, burn it up and stab the beasts heart with the silver dagger all within a matter of minutes.

He didnt.

A quiet hum in his mind said he couldnt.

He hated the creature with venom, wanting nothing more than to shoot it dead, watching the beast struggle and shriek as the flames burnt it down to the ground into nothing but ashes. Kurt Hummel wasnt a sensitive child crying over dead flowers anymore; he was ruthless; a hunter, a killing machine. Death was nothing but an old friend; Kurt wasnt afraid of dying, he was more terrified to live.

Blaine was still part human and Kurt couldnt kill him. He wasnt a goody two shoes that followed the rules of the hunter: not to kill were-humans, but Kurt wasnt going to kill off a boy his own age. Not when he didnt even deserve to die; in fact Blaine hadnt killed the innocent, ignoring the fact that he head-snapped the thief back in the woods (not innocent). The Wendigo didnt even come close to killing Kurt or Cooper, only playing with them even though he couldve just as easily shattered their bones.

Kurt never thought he couldve felt any sympathy for the beast. It was the human in Blaine that left them all where they were now. The thing had a human heart pulsing through those veins tainted with Wendigo spirit; and it would do no good to kill him off now.

Still watching the glowering boy, he was intrigued as to how Blaine had remained human even though he was half a Wendigo; the boy was an enthralling subject no doubt and Kurt wanted to peel off the layers of the mystery of Blaine Anderson. And when did he start thinking of Blaine as a person?

"Let me go," Blaine started up again, voice lowered and dangerous, the glint of amber specks in those hazel eyes. "Free me little Kurt and Ill free you."

There was a soft scoff from Kurt.

"Like Id trust you." He sneered, leaning back against the chair and crossing his legs.

"You trusted Cooper," Blaine remarked dryly, his teeth gleaming in the basements dim lights, "I dont see why you cant trust his brother?"

The hunter made an incredulous snort, ignoring the beast.

There was silence before clinking of chains could be heard once more as Blaine shifted his position, hissing when he had moved behind a bit too much and got stung by the electric bars. A deep growl escaped the boy as he flinched, shutting those hazel pools.

Kurt couldnt help but feel slightly sorry.

"Kuuuurt," Blaine begun once more, earning an eye roll from Kurt, who ignored the purr, "Kuuuurt. I really like your name. I find it enticing the way it rolls over my tongue."

Back facing the Wendigo, Kurt disregarded the sad huff that came from Blaine; nope, he didnt feel sorry for the thing anymore.

"Your face is pretty nice too."

"And your face makes me want to hurl!" Came Kurts chirpy sardonic reply.

Blaine sighed stridently.

"Such a little drama queen," he murmured, rolling his eyes.

Kurt eyed Blaine suspiciously, noting the beast was now attempting to move around more judging by the sound of chinking metal. It wasnt an easy task to hold down a Wendigo for a long period of time. Blaine was speaking the truth when he said the chains could only keep him for so long – once again, Kurt had never captured a Wendigo before and he wasnt entirely sure of how to keep it contained.

"Coopers lying to you," Blaines sudden voice whispered urgently, the sounds of chains clanking echoing through the basement. "He doesnt care about what happens to me or anyone else but himself." The boy sounded more exasperated than infuriated.

Kurt angled himself towards the Wendigo, narrowing his ice blue eyes.

"Look demon," Blaine spat bitterly, "Im not the one you should be concerned about."

"But you are," Kurt shot back silkily, valiantly resisting the urge to ask why, "You are the monster in the room," watching Blaine go rigid and hazel eyes narrowed, "Your brother is just a human being, what harm is he even capable of, compared to you?"

At that the curly haired boy (Or beast? Kurt was getting confused as to naming the thing in the cage) let out a low languorous laugh, driving chills down the hunters spine. Blaine smirked wolfishly; his eyes bright with new amusement, letting a pink tongue escape his lips and licking it repulsively.

"Humans," Blaine had begun acrimoniously, his eyes in slits, "Are the only kind that kills their own kind for self-centred purposes." He raised his eyes to Kurt, who was gazing back solemnly, "You would know, Kurt Hummel."

Kurt arched an eyebrow.

"Did Cooper give you a sad sob story about how he missed me?" The ambers of Blaines eyes glinted, scrutinizing the hunter slowly, "Said anything about how he misjudged his little brother? Offered a load of cash didnt he? I didnt peg you as the type to stoop so low for money."

The hunter shot Blaine an unimpressed glance.

"Your tricks are getting flawed, beast." He commented mordantly, "Try singing to me instead, maybe itll burst my eardrums."

Blaine sighed and cast a rueful peek back at Kurt.

"Be stubborn demon and you will regret not listening to me; you can barely tell truth from lies." His voice was cool, face now expressionless. "You are clouded by your own ego. Let that thing grow and youll realize how much its blocking the truth."

There was a pause.

"I have you know, by the way, I can sing – pretty darn good actually."

Kurt resisted rolling his eyes and silence surmounted in the basement once more.

If anything, Cooper Anderson didnt seem any capable of lying. The man looked petrified and confused half the time; it was amazing how he even managed to make it back from the forest unharmed. Blaine was lying no doubt, trying to find a loophole to break Kurts wall but he failing. As much as Blaine was sounding like a prep school prat looking for trouble, strangely, Kurt wanted to listen to more of what he alleged.

He couldnt believe it. He was actually having a pleasant conversation with Blaine; not entirely what a person would deem as enjoyable, but he found the beast peculiarly appealing.

Before Kurt could prod the beast with questions about Cooper, he heard the sudden low snarl from Blaine.

"Im hungry, Kurt." His voice was lowered, frostily whispered.

"Oh sure let me get you some leftover bacon from the fridge." Kurt drawled snarkily, arching his eyebrows at Blaine. "Do you want tomatoes on the side?"

There was a howl that erupted from the cage, startling Kurt immensely, the hunter poised to attack. Blaines eyes were hollow, vacant, staring into blank space as he let out another bloodcurdling howl that bounced around the walls of the basement.

"Human flesh." Blaine hissed viciously, "I need it now."

Kurt watched impassively, hands on his guns, fingers arched on the trigger, ready to shoot anytime he needed to. He had the upper hand here, he wasnt the one trapped in a cage and neither was he weaponless.

"Does this look like a hotel to you?" Kurt started, speaking slowly, keeping a close eye on Blaines movements. "If you dont keep it now, I might have to sedate you." He waved a gun towards the cage swiftly.

Blaine let out a growl.

"LET ME OUT!" He bellowed, thrashing about, Kurt hearing the hissing sounds of skin pressed against hot metal rods as Blaine struggled, resisting the chains and howling in pain.

"If you dont shut it," Kurt yelled through the noise, "Im going to kill you!"

At once the hissy fit stopped and Blaine looked at Kurt, widened hazel eyes under those long lashes, blinking innocently at Kurt.

"You cant." He purred out slowly, a wide grin stretching out with his sharp teeth bared.

Kurt stiffened.

Blaines eyes glazed over.

"Hungry." He murmured softly now.

The hunter frowned in puzzlement. He didnt understand Blaine, that strange beast was acting hot and cold; like a puppeteer pulling on strings up and down, driving Kurt a little irate. It made him annoyed that he was stepping into dark unchartered territory. He couldnt grasp the beasts weakness or reasoning.

"Kuuurt, please?" Blaine sounded piteous now, the wide hazel eyes looking up at Kurt like sad puppy ones.

"No." Kurt snapped in reply.

The trashing fit begun again as Blaine roared, snarling and snapping his jaws in blank space, snarling for Kurt to let him go; the hunters eyes twitched in aggravation, why did he bother even trying to talk to the thing? It was like trying to speak to a child.

Kurt raised the guns once more towards the cage and Blaine halted his frenzied movements, glowering at Kurt with narrowed slits.

"Lets try this again," the hunter spoke icily, "If you dont shut it, Im going to kill you."

"You cant!" Blaine snarled back furiously, wild fury within ember, "You have to keep me alive remember? For poor sad Cooper!" He sneered evilly, a wide wicked grin plastered to his face.

Kurt bared his teeth, moving closer to the cage.

He was a few centimetres away when he halted.

"I cant kill you," He whispered dangerously, "But living is worse than death, beast. I think Id watch you suffer and starve like the Wendigo you are."

Blaines smirk was wiped off his face and the hunter knew he had won.

"So let me correct myself," Kurts voice was spiked with venom as he intonated every word slowly, "Im going to torture you."

There was a long pause before the beast let out a soft scoff, breaking the silence.

"And here I thought you were actually part human."

Kurt smirked.

"I never said anything about what I was." He stepped back to sit on the chair. "I was having an agreeable conversation with you, Blaine Anderson." His eyes were cold. "Lets just continue that shall we?"

Blaine let out a huff.

"You detest my skin yet you want to speak with me. You are a strange demon." His shoulders sagged slightly as Blaine shifted on the chair, looking uninterested.

The hunter let out a dry snort.

"What make you so sure I am a demon?" He inquired icily, gazing into hazel, "I have neither tail nor horns growing from my head." He gestured to his head before motioning at Blaine.

The beast narrowed his eyes, pausing for bit and contemplating his answer.

"Demon flame." He stated bluntly. "Your eyes are ice blue, the colour of your flames which means that the flames are within you." He blinked a few times. "Also your scent – you have no scent. Even the dead have rotting retching odour but you have nothing on you. Initially it was difficult to track you but thankfully Cooper smelt of sweat, strong and scared; easily to sniff out."

He paused for a bit.

"You have elf blood." He remarked softly. "But its so faint, its barely there anymore."

Blaine looked puzzled for a moment.

"But you are part human." Came the disgruntled scoff. "Or rather, youre just partly alive. Strange creature, I wonder how you taste like."

"Death probably." Kurt rejoined coolly.

The beast sniggered darkly before grinning. "What are you, Kurt Hummel? Why dont you enlighten me?"

Kurt shot him a dagger stare and was about to reply when there was a soft knock on the basement door and Coopers timid voice searched out for Kurt quietly. Eyes still watching Blaine, Kurt swiftly treaded up the basement door and frowned at Coopers hesitant voice.

"What?" he growled apathetically.

Cooper muttered something incomprehensive.

"What?" Kurt frowned. "Speak up, Anderson."

A new voice found its way to the basement door. A familiar burr that spiked fury and frozen fear.

"Hello little monster boy," the voice drawled. "I see you have something I need."