Kurt heard Cooper groan in frustration, the brown haired man looking weary and tired as he rambled forward with his heavy backpack, cursing under his breath. After the entire werewolf incident, Kurt had kept an eye out for Cooper, watching him carefully - making sure the man wasnt going to run into anymore trouble.

Kurt didnt like the silence of the forest. Trekking in the night was one thing - hunting for a Wendigo in the winter night was another. It was dangerous, even more than that - it was suicide. His mother had told him once before, to never step foot into the woodlands at night; for the creatures of the night roam. The hunters come out to feast and the animals all go into hiding.

Kurt paused for the moment, observing his surroundings. He had been in the forest so many times he could recognise almost all the different routes. To his left, his eye caught a slow moving shape; the Yeti, he recalled, probably going to find a few twigs for its home. The rest of the woodlands remained dark and still.

Cooper fidgetted beside him, probably wondering why he had paused and stopped.

"Kurt," He heard the other man ask quietly, "Why did your bow have blue flames on them?" Cooper sounded tired and for a moment Kurt almost felt sorry for the man.

He ignore the question and walked forward, leaving Cooper to grunt in confusion and trail behind him slowly.

"Its like elfs flames, except blue." Cooper remarked, sounding curious. "Are you sure you arent an elf? Your pale skin and your ears almost seem elfish."

Kurt stopped and turned to glare at Cooper - had he no sense to shut up? He narrowed his eyes coldly, "What I am does not concern you Mr. Anderson, have you forgotten that you almost got killed back there if it wasnt for me?"

Cooper huffed. Kurt grinned and turned back to tramp forward. There was a long pause before Cooper spoke.

"You lost the bet." He mumbled.

Kurt raised a brow. "What?"

"You ran away from the beast." Cooper retorted, pointing it out and Kurt couldnt help but roll his ice blue eyes boredly. "So you lost the bet!" the other man sounded excited.

Kurt shrugged nonchalantly and ignored Coopers chuckle. He couldnt care less about the bet. In due time, Cooper would know the harshness of the Wendigo and how it was killed or be killed. He sneered inwardly, he knew all too well. His ice blue eyes narrowed once more, the Wendigo was his to be slayed, be it Blaine or not.

Cooper seemed to be having trouble; Kurt realized when he heard the other man grumbling and sounds of stones crumbling after being stepped on from behind him. Kurt couldnt help but smirk to himself. The terrain here was not easy for an unfamiliar party to thread on.

He remembered how he and his mother used to explore the woods, how she would teach Kurt how to avoid the poisonous berries and how to walk stealthily on stone. He called to mind how she would sing to the fairies and how she taught him that the woods were a beautiful place to be - in the morning.

Kurt loved the peace - he would enter the forest whenever he could, to chase the birds and watch the little dwarves argue about mushroom stocks. Occasionally, he would be excited to sing along with the fairies but what caught his eye was he the cave in the middle of the woods. He marvelled at what was inside when he was a little boy - where there dragons inside? Unicorns? Or perhaps a parallel universe?

His mother told him to stay away but he was too curious.

Kurt frowned deeply as he memorized the day he first went into the cave. It was a lovely spring morning and Burt was collecting herbs with his mother as Kurt, a inquisitive little thing began to wander off into the woodlands, heart set on finding the large looking cave.

He did managed to find the large cave - located at the heart of the forest. Covered in moss and fallen leaves, he entered the large entrance to the cave. All he felt was bitter cold. Compared to the spring weather, the entire cave was as cold as ice. He meandered deeper into the ice cave and stopped when he caught a glimpse of it.

It, Kurt remembered, was huddled in ice. Frozen with its eyes wide open and staring into Kurts own blue eyes. He wasnt afraid. He was curious and far too interested in the new creature that stood before his little self. It looked like a werewolf but it couldnt be. It was too big and it looked too skinny.

He reached forward to touch the frozen beast.

It blinked.

"Kurt." Coopers voice broke Kurts train of thoughts.

The younger boy hissed under his breath before whipping around to glare at Cooper. "What?" He snapped, annoyed by the interruption.

"I hear people." Cooper whispered, looking anxiously around.

Kurt grimaced. Thieves? He stood still, listening, to his disappointment, Cooper was right. There were voices of humans. He pulled out his bow quickly and aimed at the direction of the sound, it was coming from the West side - they might be looking for the poor Yeti.

"What are you doing?" Cooper hissed, grabbing Kurts arm tightly. "Are you going to kill them?"

Kurt looked at Cooper bitterly. "Either my bow or the monsters around here."

"Lets just go and find the Wendigo." Cooper whispered urgently, his grip tight on Kurt, who just rolled his eyes.

It was not safe either way, Kurt thought. If the other party of people spotted him or Cooper it would spell the end of their quiet trek – stealth was important here. He frowned deeply at Cooper who was trying to pull Kurt to walk forward.

Kurt Hummel wasnt one to enjoy physical contact. He yanked his arm away roughly, eyeing Cooper coldly. He didnt want trouble with the thieves (though he wasnt so sure what they were) either but he knew for certain that they would cross paths again – and if they were bandits, it wasnt going to end up pretty.

He huffed to his self, continuing the long trail to the cave of the Wendigo. Behind him he heard Cooper breathe a self of happy relief. Kurt raised a brow: Cooper was either really anxious to find his little brother, or just plain tired and wanted to stay out of peoples way.

"Are we reaching?" Cooper questioned, sounding more jubilant.

Kurt shook his head. They were far from reaching – especially with the routes now mostly covered in snow; it was difficult to find the correct pathway as Kurt remembered. Something at the back of his head told him that the Wendigo wasnt in the cave, but of course if Blaine had managed to survive that monster – number one; he was probably a food source locked up in the cave or number two: infected with the Wendigos insanity (also most possibly in the cave). Basically, if they wanted to find the boy, the cave would be their best bet.

"So how many monsters have you hunted?" Cooper tried to spark a casual conversation, seemingly oblivious to Kurts annoyance with talking.

Kurt ignored the boy, observing the dense trees ahead – they could possibly run into a vampire anytime soon, judging by Coopers bloodied hand scratched by the werewolf. Vampires had a keen sense of smell, especially heightened at night where they did their feeding. Not that Kurt had any trouble of fighting one off – he wasnt used to protecting others, he was a huntsman, not a sentinel.

"Blaine used to want to become a hunter," Cooper was speaking, completely ignorant of Kurts irritated sneer. "But our father wanted us to be like him – he was head chief police back when we were just kids."

"Oh wow." Kurt grunted sardonically, "The cliché I have to follow my fathers footsteps story."

Cooper disregarded the comment and continued, "Blaine was the rebellious one, he would sneak into the woods to "hunt"," Kurt could hear Cooper snort in amusement; "our father wasnt too pleased to know it."

Kurt kept silent, ears focused on the surroundings – was that a dead rabbit? He eyed the furry white carcass on the ground near his foot and he paused, Cooper still rambling on about his little brother.

"Blaines a nice boy. Polite, humble and friendly – "

Kurt reached out his foot to turn the rabbits dead body over. A gunshot wound. His eyes widened – was this the same rabbit that Cooper killed just now? Probably not, he shot twice. This rabbit was shot once in the head. Bandits.

Crap. That could only mean – Kurt stepped back, blue eyes locked on ahead of him. His senses were sharp, the sounds of the forest loud and beating in his ears. He felt Cooper tense up beside him, the other party, watching closely.

He heard footfalls and hurriedly whipped out his bow, aimed for the enemy ahead.

Cooper backed away slowly, hands on his guns – eyes locked ahead too. There was complete silence except for Coopers heavy breathing, which Kurt made a mental note to tell the other man that it was annoying.

There was a crack of a twig and Kurt heard Cooper stumble back slightly and he poised, ready to shoot. Two figures materialized in front of Kurt, yelping at the sight of him and Cooper, slightly startling the young boy. Cooper had let out a loud yelp and was stumbling with his guns.

There was a quick exchange of glances.

"Dont even move." Kurt hissed, his eyes on the two men in front of him, their faces matted with blood and looking more terrified, holding up their guns. He glowered at the sight of the two humans running amok in the woodlands. "Lower your weapons." He commanded and they did so, albeit hesitantly.

Cooper raised a questioning brow.

"Why are you covered in blood?" He enquired, lowering his own guns and placing them into his pockets. Kurt glared at Cooper, what kind of idiot lowers his defences? He turned back when one of the humans spoke.

"Werewolves," he heaved out. His green blue eyes were bright with fear, his sharp face and knotted hair filled with blood. The other one beside him nodded, his blonde hair dripping with his own blood and face filled with scratches. Kurts quick eyes scanned them both, and swiftly rounded his bow onto the blonde boy.

"Woah," he gasped, raising his arms and shaking his head. "We are out of bullets man, were not really going to shoot you – please dont shoot us."

Kurt narrowed his eyes and dipped his head towards the blondes right hand, where blood was dripping from his torn sleeve and a huge bite mark lodged on the upper arms of the blonde.

"Hes bitten." Cooper whispered, backing away slightly.

Kurt nodded, slightly pleased at Coopers observation and his sharp intake of breath in fear. He glared at the terrified blonde in front of him, who seemed to be trying to hide his injury from Kurt.

"The scent from the both of your blood soaked clothes," Kurt undernoted darkly, a glint in the cold eye blue eyes, "will attract the vampires."

Both of the men exchanged worried glances.

The brown haired one spoke quickly, "You have to get us out of here." He ordered, looking to Cooper, who looked unsure.

Kurt let out a loud snort and let his arrow fly right into the blondes heart. There was a loud gasp and thud as he fell to the ground, his body writhing in pain, his red blood inking the snowy grounds of the forest.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?" The brown haired bandit (Kurt now decided to name them as bandits – I mean who would be running around the forest at dark) yelped, backing away from his dying friend.

Kurt aimed the bow at him now, catching the glint of dread creeping up on the brown haired man.

"Kurt." Coopers voice was low, "Kurt, hes not a danger to us."

Kurt ignored Coopers tremor in his voice. He glared at the bandit, who was backing away slowly, looking horrified to his wits ends. Kurt moved forward along with him, an evil smirk plastered on his face.

"Kurt." Coopers voice was urgent now, terrified. "Stop, lets just leave him alone. He wont hurt us."

At the end of that sentence, the bandit broke off into a run. Kurts feet pounded onto the snowy grounds, chasing after the brown haired man, shooting an arrow but missing as the bandit swiftly dodged it.

Kurt could hear Coopers screams behind him, calling him to come back, but his aim was on this little bandit. He was definitely attracting a lot of movement in the forest, Kurt realised, observing his surroundings as he pursued after the brown haired bandit – he spotted a few centaurs running away on his left. He heard the chatter and drone of the forest grow louder as he hunted, almost an arms length away from the bandit.

He could hear the brown haired man shrieking profanities at him and Kurt couldnt help but grin.

He caught up to the bandit in no time but before he could even reach out to grab the bandits arm there was a flash of a shadow and a loud shriek an inch away from Kurt. He halted, startled, the bandit gone from in front of him. The forest had gone silent.

He turned to his left and froze.

A few metres away, stood a curly haired boy; his hands on the bandits neck, clutching it tightly but his big brown eyes were locked with Kurts as if challenging him. There was a terrifying smirk on the young boys face, and he cocked his head to the right smiling away at Kurt.

Kurt felt his heart stop. In no way that boy was a vampire – his mind was whirling, in denial – but Wendigoes, they dont look like that. There was a loud shriek behind Kurt, and he recognised Coopers delighted yelp.

"BLAINE!"

The monster didnt turn to look at Cooper, his eyes still fixated on Kurt. With a swift turn of its head, it had broken the neck of the bandit and its teeth had torn the entire head off the brown haired man.

There was a stumble of footsteps – Kurt raised his bow, hearing the sharp inhale of Cooper behind him. The monster didnt even bat an eyelid. He watched Kurt, lazily devouring the bandits head and smirking smugly.

"Go on and shoot." It took Kurt a moment to realise that the monster had spoke. The dark curly haired boy was grinning, his blood stained lips in a thrilled smirk that sparked an annoyance within Kurts mind.

"Dont shoot him!" Cooper hissed urgently from behind, "We made a pact!"

Kurt ignored the gasp as he let his arrow fly once more. It cut through the air, blue flames surrounding the arrow but before it reached the monsters heart, the beast had vanished once more, the headless bandits body thrown onto the ground.

"COOPER." Kurts voice was tensed, "COME HERE!" He turned to the man, who was staring at Kurt mouth agape.

There was a cold chill and he felt a presence materialize beside him.

"Im still hungry."

It was gone before Kurt could whip out his silver dagger to stab its heart.