The Second Life Of Kurt Hummel
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Warning: This story will contain violence, sexual content, offensive language and lots and lots of blood. Reader discretion is advised.
Spoilers: Just to be safe, everything from the Pilot onwards.
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I could only lay there on the cold hard pavement looking upward to the cold hard sky staring down at me as my life seeped out of me from 17 different stab wounds in my body.
I was helpless, broken and dying.
I kept playing the day over and over in my head on repeat.
It had been cold that morning so I had called Finn to ask for a ride to school. My father had taken my baby away again after I had come home from Mercedes' house during the summer, clearly intoxicated. Fairly, my father took away my car without any protests from me. I knew driving drunk was stupid.
Speaking of Mercedes, I would normally call her and ask for a ride if I didn't feel like walking. But, her and I had had a falling out recently. Honestly, about what I couldn't really tell you. Her and Quinn and myself had gotten close by the end of the school year and during summer we were inseparable. But then the new school year started up and we kind of just drifted apart. She was still my best friend, I just wasn't still her best friend.
During the ride to school with Finn, we had greeted each other warmly, turned on the radio and that was all that happened. Finn hadn't taken the news of our parents getting married as well as any of us had hoped he would.
As soon as dad made it out of his coma and got settled back at home, his near-death experience had caused him to re-evaluate his life. He had asked me for my permission to ask Carole to marry him, and I was all too happy for my father and granted his permission. He had asked her during last weeks Friday night dinner.
Finn had stormed out but had returned 5 minutes later, apologized, congratulated the happy couple and had left again. To be honest, I couldn't help but feel like his disappointment about our eloping parents was because of me. He had just recently gotten rid of his awkwardness around me and now would inevitably be moving back in and we all know how that went the last time.
The memory of the basement incident stung the wounds in my chest and stomach. I could feel my life seeping into the fabric of my favorite Alexander McQueen shirt, the white silk now stained blood red.
Mother nature echoed my frustration and pain with a loud thunderous roar high above, behind dark grey clouds. She then churned my disgust and anger by picking up the wind and blowing every loose object up and away. Unfortunately, this wind only served to sting my wounds and irritate the already deadly agony I felt.
My head lulled to the side and I cringed at the site of the large football field, its beautiful green grass and dirt blowing in my face. Damn football field. Damn football team!
My lips twitched into a hollow shadow of a smile. Who knew the football team were so smart? Or, maybe I was just incredibly stupid.
Someone had slipped a note into my locker, and I had received said note after school.
'Hey Kurt, football practise is gonna run late, wait for on the bleacher. Finn'
Of course, Finn hadn't been the one who wrote it. The handwriting wasn't his, and since when did Finn Hudson leave notes? He usually would tell me at lunch, or would just not tell me at all, making me wait in the parking lot until he came out. I should have known this, but I went to the bleachers to wait anyway.
Less than three steps out of the last corridor to head to the football field, I was grabbed forcibly and shoved into the hard brick wall. The knee in my stomach sent my shoulders over as I clutched my arm to where I had been kicked. I was then pushed from behind and fell to the ground.
I was swiftly picked up off of the ground by more than two sets of hands, and thrown back against the wall, facing my attackers. I gulped when I saw Nicolas Kelso, Henry Watson, Azimio Gordon and Dave Karofsky leering at me with pure disgust. Henry and Kelso were the two who had me pinned to the wall, while Azimio had his hands in his pocket, almost looking sorry.
Dave Karofsky looked like he wanted to kill me.
"You told!" he spat at me, literally, spitting in my face.
I shook my head and quivered at the lie, "N=no!"
He swung at my face with his clenched fist, sending pain searing into my jaw, splitting my lips and the immediate taste of blood in my mouth made me want to vomit. Karofsky then punched me in the gut twice and got right into my face and said "Don't fucking lie to me, faggot!"
Henry and Kelso let me go at that point, laughing and exchanging a Hi-5 in the air. Karofsky took their place, pinning me to the wall, "You told you're little fag-hag Aretha" he said behind gritted teeth, "She had the nerve to slap me in the face and threaten me" he laughed menacingly at this, locking eyes with Kurt, "But it seems like you forgot that I made the first threat!"
I gulped audibly and tears started falling from my face. I definitely had not forgotten him threatening me. How can you forget about someone threatening to kill you? After said someone steals your first kiss?. Said someone being the most homophobic, jack-assed homosexual in all of Lima!
"I-I-I told h-her befo-o-ore you threaten-ned me" I tried to defend myself, to no avail.
Karofsky's eyes turned angry and cold and he slammed his meaty forehead into mine with so much force that my own head bounced off of the wall behind me a few times, sending an instant migraine to my brain. He pulled at my collar and swung me to the side into Kelso's arms. I had hunched over from the throw, and Kelso swung his knee up into my face, causing me to bite my lip and tongue.
Karofsky came back to me, gripping my hair in between his meaty fingers and pulled me up to a standing position. Pulling me against his body, he leaned in and whispered into my ears, "You're gonna die tonight Princess" and I felt a cold, sharp object against my neck.
My eyes bugged out and I winced in pain from my hair being pulled back, ripping at my scalp. He had the knife against my neck, and he was going to kill me. "Please!" I begged through tears, "Pl-lease don't do thi-is."
Karofsky growled and threw me onto the ground, kicking me in the side of the stomach. I reeled in pain, throwing my head back as I clutched to my side. Henry then picked me up, slapping my face a few times for the fun of it, laughing as he threw me towards Karofsky.
As soon as I made it into his arms, I felt the first sharp pain enter the side of my body. I gasped at the pain and dug my nails into Karofsky's face. He let out a yelp and pulled out the knife, plunging back in instantly. I gasped again, and every time after as he continued the action, stabbing into every available inch of me he could.
I was in unbearable pain and I screeched as Karofsky let go of my hair and I fell to my knees. I clutched at my wounds and looked up at the faces of my death. Kelso had a maniacal grin which sent a chill to my many wounds. What small lunch I had had that day left my mouth at the sight of Henry, who not only sported the same maniacal smile as Kelso, but was also rubbing himself in his jeans, a look of lust in his brown eyes.
I caught site of Azimio and only then realized I hadn't received a hit from him. He caught my gaze and looked away quickly, fumbling with something in his pocket. I let out a heavy, painful sigh as my body finally slumped to the ground and I landed on my back.
Vaguely I heard the laugher and chatting drift away from me as I stared up into the sky, blood, tears and life leaving me, until Karofsky's face appeared in my direct line of sight. He looked down onto me and our eyes locked, dark green with glasz. With the little strength I had left, I raised my trembling hand for no other reason than to move.
Karofsky looked at my hand and shocked me by grasping it tightly, squeezing, "Im sorry" he said, but I was too weak to detect wether it was sincere or not, "If you hadn't of opened your god damn mouth!" he said, this time I could hear the weakness in his voice.
He let my hand go and it flopped onto my stomach hard. He shook his head at me and disappeared, his footsteps muffled by the wind picking up.
That's how I found myself here, laying on the cold hard pavement, staring at the cold hard sky above me as my life seeped out of me from 17 different stab wounds in my body.
I thought about everything in my life. My dad, how would he take my death? Would Carole be strong for him? Oh Gaga, she better not wear polyester to the wedding!
My friends, how would they react? Surely they'd know who killed me. They had killed me because Mercedes had threatened Karofsky. Why had she done that?
What would happen to the Glee club? Sectionals was coming up soon. They'd be down a member and wouldn't qualify. Glee club would be terminated and the budget would go to the Cheerio's, meaning, Sue Sylvester would have won!
I would never experience a proper kiss. I would never find love. I would never live.
My thoughts were a bag of mixed emotions and wishes as I fought off the inevitable unconsciousness I would meet. The wind was howling loudly now, and the sky looked about ready to downpour on top of me.
Just then, I gasped when I felt a hand squeezing against mine. I blinked my eyes fast when a blurry face appeared in my vision, "F-F-Finn?" I stuttered out hopefully.
"No sorry, Im not Finn" it was a male voice, low and sing-songy, "What's your name?" he asked.
I squeezed his hand tightly, "Pl-lease help me" I pleaded, losing the battle with my heavy eyelids.
The boy squeezed my hand back, pulling me into his lap and cradled me, "I can help you" he answered unsurely, "But you have to tell me your name."
"Kurt" I said quietly, fighting off unconsciousness, "My name is Kurt Hummel."
"I can help you Kurt, but you may not want me to" he said cryptically, "You've lost a lot of blood and the nearest hospital is half an hour away. If I help you, you'll live, but you're life will be drastically different."
I found the strength to open my eyes and I looked up into the purest hazel eyes I had ever seen. The boy had slicked back brown hair that had a slight wave in the front. He had full eye-brows that were shaped and carefully contained. His cheeks were full but his jaw was hard and pronounced. He was alluringly handsome, "Please" I begged, lifting my free hand to touch his soft, silken face, "Please help me."
Locking his gaze with mine, my breathe hitched when his gorgeous hazel eyes turned black. All I could do was stare into his eyes as he studied me for a while. A few seconds later, his eyes turned hazel once more and he nodded, "This is going to hurt a little Kurt, Im sorry."
With that, he lifted my right hand to his lips. My eyes widened in fear as he opened his mouth and his two canine teeth elongated to about 2 inches and he bit my wrist, lodging his teeth in for a few seconds. I screamed from the pain of the bite, feeling numbness in my arm straight away.
The boy pulled his teeth out of my wrist and squeezed it hard. Raising my numb arm and exposing my wrist in front of my face he said "You have to suck."
I looked at the two deep punctures in my wrist where his teeth had been and saw a strange black substance oozing out of the wounds. He then shoved my wrist into my mouth, ordering me to suck again. I obliged, sucking hard at my wounds. I could taste the acrid flavor of my blood mixed with a stinging, sour taste I had never tasted before.
Apparently, that was all that needed to be done, because he let my arm fall back down to my side and pulled me in tight, "That's it Kurt, now you're gonna take a nice long nap" he cooed, rocking me gently.
"What your name?" I asked sleepily, feeling warmth flood my chest and radiate throughtout my whole body.
The boy rocked me and wiped at my bangs that covered my eyes, "Blaine" he answered, smiling down at me, "My name is Blaine Anderson."
I nodded, my head feeling heavy as the heat inside me made me sweat. The last thing I remember is looking up into the hazel eyes of this boy, Blaine Anderson.
He had saved my life.
Or more, he had given me another one.
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A/N: Yes, I jumped on the Vampire Glee fanfic bandwagon! I actually had planned this a while ago when I first created my account, but thought the idea was a little to far-fetched. However, after reading a few vampire fics I was like, "Hmm, maybe there is a niche for my story" and here we are.
Coming Up: Kurt heads back to McKinley High School after a 2 week absence, surprising the whole school with his reappearance. His new attitude concerns his friends, and his being alive frightens the fuck out of Karofsky!
