The town was silent. Paved empty roads for Kurt to travel across with ease, guiding a large sized beast at his bikes heels, the night had brought in some unwanted drunken stares from nearby pubs as they passed by.

Creatures were not uncommon in the small town; but they were not necessarily beloved or liked in anyway. Most of the time, the villagers had to deal with beasts destroying their houses, crops or cases involving missing family members in all likelihood killed or taken away by the forest creatures. Kurt had seen how some of the folk had treated even the most innocent and harmless of beings with brutal unkindness – it was their disallow that caused such immense dislike between both mortal humans and the forest kind.

They passed another night pub which Kurt instantly recognised as Santanas workplace, the old exterior of the building dark and gloomy in contrast to the lights that were bright inside, the noisy chatter of people and the music playing.

He slowed down slightly, something in his line of sight. The object that caught Kurts eye was a slightly torn out poster of a males face, bold printed letters that said "HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN" and above was the photograph of a certain clean shaven hazel eyed man.

"Oh my god." Cooper whispered from behind, sounding utterly horrified

Kurt stifled a laugh.

"Looks like youre wanted." He commented bluntly, smirking from ear to ear at Coopers disdain. He sped up the motorbike once more, the cool night breeze gently wafting past his face.

"My parents never wanted me," came a soft bewail from behind.

The young hunters brows rose, taking in the sentence quietly but stopped himself from spitting out a sardonic reply – he was getting soft, no doubt, but since Cooper Anderson had proven himself to be a good companion, even managing to shoot his own brother in the head, Kurt decided to save the snark for another time.

A jolt went through Kurts spine. As many beasts he had killed, he knew for a fact that he would never gather enough strength to shoot any one of his loved ones again; he could never imagine himself shooting his own father point blank in the head. He was weak; the human heart was an Achilles heel, but his mother had always told him that it was a blessing.

Purest heart will tame even the most merciless of the beasts. The ice blue eyed boy gritted his teeth angrily, what rubbish she spouted – the only thing the human heart was good at; was clouding the head from making the civil decision and ruining everything with conflicting emotions. It was purest heart that caused her downfall, and ruthless cruelty that saved her misery.

It was his arrow that killed her.

Kurt felt the surge of hatred build up in his veins, turning ever so slightly to glance at the wilted body silhouette of the Wendigos, still knocked out unconscious – he let out a snarl, that creature was nothing but a nuisance and if Burt couldnt save it, Kurt vowed in his heart that he would happily oblige to take away its pathetic life.

He didnt even mind contemplating handing it over to Smythe, but remembering the arrogant smirk on the blondes face made Kurt think twice; no point giving it to the over-conceited dirt rag with no sagacity of fashion or intellect, he would have the better pleasure of killing this Blaine Anderson creature, taking back his revenge and relishing the satisfying sense of driving the stake into the monsters heart.

Unexpectedly, there was a loud thud that severed his thoughts and Kurts reaction was instant.

He stepped on the brakes and jumped off the motorbike, not carrying if he trodden on Coopers thighs, whipping his bow and arrow out aimed for the Wendigo on the white two headed wolfs back but he stopped short when he realized what had happened.

Awkwardly lying on its face was the Cerberus, unbalanced and probably tripped on its own clumsy footing. The Wendigo remained immobile, frozen in time still tied onto the Cerberuss back but the two headed beast was shivering in terror, paws covering its great heads, tail pressed between its legs in utter horror and embarrassment.

"Crap." Cooper muttered from behind, "I thought that –"

"Wendigos do not attack their own kind or the forest folk willingly." Kurt cut in swiftly, waltzing over to the Cerberus, keeping his weapons hurriedly and trying to remove the big paws from covering the two heads.

"This guy just tripped." He grabbed the Cerberus by the scruff and hoisted it up unsteadily as the lumbering beast waddled maladroitly, trying to get back its balance, whimpering lightly.

"Its okay." Kurt told the guilty looking creature, not even looking at the boy, its eyes trained onto the ground very frantically, "Lets just continue alright?"

The Cerberus just let out a hushed sniff and wobbled precariously on its paws, bumping its nose onto Kurts arm in a form of silent apology. The latter patted the beasts head before heading back to the motorbike where Cooper was watching with bright big hazel eyes.

"I hope it doesnt fall again," Cooper muttered softly, shifting back in his seat as Kurt took the bikes front seat, "It looks so embarrassed."

There was a sad whine from behind.

Kurt frowned deeply before glaring at Cooper with much fervour, ice blue eyes glinted with malice as he whispered darkly: "As piteous as it looks, a hell hound can just as easily rupture your neck with its jaws if it feels threatened."

Cooper blinked in terror, pulling a face at Kurt.

"Sorry." He grimaced.

"Just as much, I hope it doesnt fall again."

It did. Four times it fell and four times the Cerberus looked disappointed with itself, whimpering dreadfully despondently, forlornly whining and covering its heads with its large paws whenever Kurt tried to heave the large beast back up from the gravel.

It was even a hassle to bring the creature up into the garage, the beast hesitating as Kurt invited it into the house, its big blue eyes wide and fearful, constantly on edge as it trotted inside the garage, accidentally bumping on the cars and whimpering after a few feet, looking around worriedly, unease with its surroundings.

When it finally calmed itself down, Kurt carefully lead the beast up the spiral staircase into the living room, the familiar scent of lavender wafting through the house and a blast of nostalgia hit Kurt, reminding him of his younger self leading bone puppies back up into his room. He smirked slightly before rounding the two headed Cerberus into the living room with Cooper behind, helping coax the worried creature into the human living space.

Judging by the silence of the house, it was apparent Burt was sleeping, Kurt pondered whether or not to awaken his father but he decided against it; he had to contain the Wendigo first before deciding the next move.

Kurt beckoned to the Cerberus to tag along after him down a different flight of stairs near the empty room that used to be Elizabeths, down a straight stairwell into the basement of the Hummel household.

Down the flight of stairs and into a dark void of a room, Kurt could hear small soft whines emitting from the Cerberus, looking nervously around into the gloom. There was an atmosphere of trepidation, the whiff of stank old wood and different smells of ointments within the enclosed space. Kurt forgot the last time he even stepped down into the basement; it had been a long time since they had stopped hunting.

He turned to his left and flicked on the light switch.

It took a few moments before the room became dimly lit, the light slowly adjusting to the entire space that they were in. Kurt heard a gasp and a loud whine from behind, shaking his head slightly at the two of them.

The basement was the same as the last time he remembered it. At the end of the room was a large cage enough to fit a Yeti, silver glinting in the light and covered in small seals, salt covering the outer ground surface. The electric bars forming small cross shaped holes giving no space for any kind of creature to escape completely blocked and locked by a silver large lock bigger than Kurts head.

All around the room were small vials and bottles, different smells emitting from the glasses stacked up neatly onto wooden boxes. The walls were made of silver, empty and cold; only a lone chair beside a small silver box that contained Burts weird concoctions was the only feasible furniture to sit on.

The Cerberus had started to pace uncomfortably behind Kurt.

The hunter motioned for the beast to come forward towards the cage as he treaded across the room towards the large towering silver barred enclosure. He glanced as the two headed beast followed uncertainly, whining louder as it approached the cage, its eyes locked onto the floor and its big ears pressed onto its white furred head.

"Untie him," Kurt called out to Cooper, taking his bow and poised to attack in case Blaine woke up, "Then put him in the cage."

The Cerberus had started to whimper vociferously, its big sad eyes transfixed at Kurts bow now – the hunter noted, watching the poor thing shiver, its legs looking as if it would just wobbly and flop any second.

Cooper trudged over, carefully untangling Blaine trying his best to untie the knots Kurt had made before giving up and pulling out a dagger from his back pocket, earning a deafening cry from the Cerberus who started to move away, its eyes now narrowed at Cooper.

"Woah there!" Cooper tried to ease the Cerberus who had started a low growl at its throat, "Im just going to untie Blaine off you okay? Relax, I wont hurt you."He glanced at Kurt expectantly, nudging his head at the beast which had begun to hiss and snarl unusually austerely.

"Sam," Kurt called out, getting the Cerberuss attention now, its snarling easing off and the sad petrified look forming back in its face. The young hunter blinked in confusion before something clicked in his head – the Cerberus was afraid that it would be the one in the cage.

"Its fine, calm down." He whispered, lowering his bow. To Cooper he grunted, "Keep the dagger, just use your hands to untie the knots."

Thankfully the older man nodded and slid the dagger back into his pocket before cautiously returning to untie the Cerberuss heavy weight on its back, the big blue eyes of the beast locked onto Kurts own ice blue ones, fear visible within those beautiful pools.

Of course the Cerberus had ever right to be terrified. The traumatic experience of having one of its heads cut off by a human, it wouldnt trust people blindly judging by the way it reacted to Coopers dagger, even the beast knew better than to have faith in a man with a dagger. The Cerberus must have been angered by such an experience, unwilling to even enter a human abode.

Kurt couldnt help but feel faintly contented and proud to have the Cerberuss trust.

Working nimbly, Cooper managed to untie Blaine off the Cerberuss back, the heavy weight now rolled onto Coopers arms as the older man shifted himself over to the silver cage, lightly placing the stationary body into the large enclosure and shutting the door with a loud click.

Swiftly Kurt reached for a drawer near to the light switch, pulling out a silver key coated in crystal salt and locked the cage door before pocketing the key safely in his pocket.

Hazel brown caught the ice blue and they both shared a look of relief that was instantly interrupted by a shout.

"WHAT IS THAT?" Burt Hummels voice bellowed at the top of the stairs.

There was a cry and shuffling movement as the Cerberus ran to a corner to hide, its fur all up on ends, a feral growling from its throat.

Kurts heart sunk. He could almost hear the disbelief in his fathers tone. Of course Burt wouldnt be happy to see a forest animal in the house, especially a big feral wolf like beast with jaws and teeth so powerful it could snap a person into bits if it wanted to.

"Dad please dont scare him," the brown haired boy grumbled, rubbing his temples now, "Weve just got back from a long journey."

Cooper nodded enthusiastically, pointing his hands at the cage with excitement. "We caught Blaine!" He declared jubilantly as Burt shuffled down the stairs warily, eyes on the Cerberus who had decided to start baring its sharp teeth and snapping it viciously.

"Sam," Kurt started, a warning tone to the two headed beast, which unquestioningly bunged all its growling and was now just watching Burt with narrowed bitter blue eyes.

Burt looked beyond exasperated. "You named it?!" He shook his head and rubbed his face tiredly before turning to Cooper and the cage.

"Well deal with your mess later, Kurt. What do we have here?" He sounded old and weary, Kurt noted with a heavy heart, having to deal with all the monsters after all that had happened and they were still here trying to fix the impossible.

"Blaines inside." Kurt spoke curtly, stepping to stand beside Burt. "Its brain dead, in the midst of healing; Im guessing two days and it will be revitalized."

Burt nodded slowly, rubbing his chin. "Is he tied up?"

"With silver chains around his waist, wrist and ankles." Cooper answered from beside Burt, "We were going to consult you on what to do actually."

"Open the cage Kurt, thats not enough to hold the Wendigo." Burt ordered, moving around the room and stopping in front of the Cerberus. The older hunter nudged the beast gently with his hands, almost getting snapped by the angered right head but managing to move the creature so he could pull out a small box from under a table.

Dutifully, Kurt reopened the cage, observing the frozen bodied Blaine lying pathetically on the ground. The boys curled hair mussed up and black blood coated around its neck and body, its entire state now in ruins and the young brunette couldnt help but smirk slightly at his victory.

Burt materialized beside Kurt with a wooden box and cloth with weird markings on it.

"Put it on the box and Ill tie it up with these." He instructed, passing Kurt the wooden box.

Fingers grazing the wooden trunk, Kurt felt the carvings of words on it – probably a charm or some sort and placed it gently down inside the cage before hoisting Blaines body on top of it for him to sit. The Wendigos body was stone cold, icy to the touch as Kurt ran a soft hand down Blaines arm, observing the boy up close. His long eye lashes brushing the shallow cheeks, pale skin almost close to a light hue of blue and the ashen lips closed – Blaine Anderson looked more like a human than a Wendigo.

Burt seemed to read his mind as he stepped into the enclosure too, slowly wrapping Blaine with the cloth and scrutinizing the Wendigo with large grey eyes. "Damn he looks just like a normal kid." Kurt heard his father whisper in a hushed tone.

"Hes not wholly a Wendigo." Kurt commented quietly, standing up and watching his father closely as Burt expertly roped the charmed cloth around Blaines neck and body. "Hence the sluggish healing and why weve been able to capture him so effortlessly."

His father let out a small scoff.

"Ive been worried sick since you left, Kurt. Kept thinking how you were the only sole thing I had left and if youd been killed –" Burt stopped and shook his head resignedly; "I dont think my heart can take that."

Kurt pursed his lips.

"Done." Burt stood up beside Kurt, admiring his handy work. Blaine was tightly strapped in with cloth and silver chains, looking ever so small and innocent.

Cooper appeared behind them.

"That will hold him down?" He inquired solemnly.

Burt nodded brusquely. "Silver chains will burn him and the cloth will restrict him from even moving at all." He turned back to look at Cooper, "I know it sounds like a torture chamber but trust me kid, we dont want him to even budge."

There was a long sigh before they stepped out of the cage and Kurt locked it. Wordlessly, Burt reached his hand out and gestured for the key, "You boys look like you need rest anyway. Ill keep an eye on this cage, you two can head to sleep."

Kurt glared at his father, ice blue eyes narrowed.

"We are not completely useless. At least not me (at that Cooper let out an irritated "hey")," he grunted briskly, "Ill do watch tonight."

Burt frowned deeply at his son, eyebrows narrowed. "Boy you have wounds that need tending to. I said rest. I can handle this and in any case its almost 5am, my normal call time to get up."

There was a soft wuff at a corner and Kurt made an uncommitted noise before nodding and moving away.

"You both have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow so I suggest you take your rest." Came the snort.

"Next shift is mine." Kurt ignored his fathers jive before motioning for the Cerberus to follow him. Cooper trailed behind them both as they climbed up the staircase. With a burden off its back, the Cerberus seemed to be in better spirits as it shyly shuffled behind Kurt, bumping its nose on Kurts hand affectionately.

"Wait a minute." Coopers voice echoed through the living room. "Im really tired and I know have a bunch of things to settle but –" Kurt turned around to glower at the older man, his eyes in slits.

"What?" He sounded irked.

Cooper raised a brow, "Whats with all the weird herbs and bottled jars down there? All those carvings and weird incantations written around, its funny because it looks like some kind of witches room and I know Burt isnt a witch, right?"

"Oh yes Burt is definitely a witch. He spends his days stirring a pot full of frog legs and making love potions for teenagers in crisis." Came the sardonic snort. "Also he wears a long ivory cape and a pointed hat – oh and by the way Im actually his black cat."

Kurt relished the older mans befuddlement for a moment before turning away and announcing loudly.

"Witch my arse."

"Burt is a necromancer."