Chapter One: The Hummel Coven
The pale skinned, blue eyed boy's teeth sank into the neck of the olive skinned man he had pressed up against the wall, letting out a slight audible moan as the fresh, warm blood poured into his mouth and he drank deeply. The man groaned and the boy could feel his half hard erection against his own thigh. Humans always reacted differently to the act of drinking blood, some writhed in pain, most moaned in pleasure. A lot of individuals did something about it, using that brought on pleasure for their own gain, but this man wasn't the boy's type, plus he could feel the watching eyes upon him at the mouth of the alleyway, gazing at him as he fed, a spot of blood on his chin from his own feed.
He drank deeply for several moments before forcing himself away, letting the man slump to the floor. He closed his eyes, feeling the blood taking effect, warming his whole body and diminishing the dull, aching thirst in the pit of his stomach and the back of his throat. This was his third human of the late night and his final. It was getting to one-thirty in the morning; meaning less people would be out on the streets and less potential victims for those vampires out feeding. It was time to head home.
' All done Porcelain?'
Kurt nodded, moving the man so it looked like he'd just had a hard night, before turning to grin at the other taller boy, leant against the wall, arms crossed and a similar smirk on his face. Kurt sauntered over to him, reaching up and swiping his thumb across his chin.
' Messy as always Noah' he chuckled, licking the blood off his thumb, relishing in the differences of blood types on his tongue.
' Not all of us can be as neat and tidy as you Porcelain' Puck laughed, leading the way out of the alleyway. ' Come on, we have to meet up with San and Britt'
The two boys walked across the road to the dark park, wandering at a leisurely pace down the winding paths. It was a chilly night but neither of the boys, in their one layer of clothing each, noticed, walking in silence and exhilarating feeling of power after a night's good feed.
Most humans believed that the novels of supernatural were false, were farfetched tales of creatures who fed on the blood of humans and burnt in the sunlight. They were mostly right. The vampires on Earth were able to walk through life in the sunlight just like any human, allowing them to hide and blend in within, tricking the poor unsuspecting humans into thinking that they were no different from them. There were many vampires on Earth, some who hunted humans and others who didn't, and most who lived within covens, tight knit communities ruled by one pureblood vampire, and could count up to hundreds in one coven. There were some individual vampires, who moved across the world in pairs or by themselves, unprotected but unable to accept that they anything other than mortal.
Kurt and Puck were part of a coven, a coven ruled by Kurt's father, Burt Hummel, a two thousand year old pureblood, one of the oldest in America, and ruled a coven in the middle of Ohio. Lima to be more precise. Kurt was a pureblood, a vampire whose blood has never been tainted by human blood, one who has never been human, as was Puck, employed by Burt to protect his young son when he left the safety of their estate to hunt. Kurt enjoyed Puck's company, though he was constantly annoyed with the lack of need for it. He was a small boy, with an innocent face and bewitching eyes, but he was stronger – much stronger – than he appeared. He was almost three hundred years old, and had fed off human blood his whole long life, making him stronger with every passing year. But he was a pureblood and the son of the leader of the Hummel coven, meaning he was constantly under threat of other purebloods of other vampires trying to overpower and take over his family's coven.
Kurt hummed quietly to himself as the wind blew through his hair and button-up shirt, already hearing the movements in the trees around them, running footsteps that would have been completely silent to anyone else. Puck could hear them too and the two boys stepped aside just in time as two figures leapt down between them, keeping pace with them and linking their arms through theirs. Kurt chuckled.
' One day we need to film that, I'm sure it looks awesome' he commented, smiling at the blonde and Latina girls who had joined them, both dressed in black dresses. Black was an unofficial choice of clothing to wear during a hunt, better to blend into the shadows with. Brittany and Santana were not purebloods, they had both been changed almost a hundred years ago, together, after a cheerleading tournament, and had been "adopted" by Burt only two days later after they went on a feeding spree at a local market. Burt had gone with his two second-in-commands, Sue and Will, Puck and Kurt to apprehend them. The two boys and girls had been close ever since.
' Good hunt?' Puck asked.
' Yeah, we crashed a frat party and got three boys each, you two?' Santana smirked smugly. ' Get any ass tonight Porcelain?'
Kurt rolled his eyes. ' No, but I swear every time I feed nowadays they get turned on'
Brittany giggled, hugging his arm. ' That's coz you're so irresistible Kurtie'
' Thank you boo'
The four walked at a human pace for several more minutes before they reached a tall wall, the boarder lines of the Hummel estate. Without any effort, they unlinked their arms and launched themselves over the wall, not bothering with the gate just a hundred metres or so down the street. The Hummel estate had the appearance of a huge mansion, with vast green grounds and a long driveway leading from the big black, cast iron gates. Most of the coven lived in the mansion's hundred bedrooms, with others who didn't wish to live within the estate, living nearby, within running distance if ever they were needed for a meeting or something more serious. The four ran up the grass, using the leverage of their jump to increase their speed, laughing as they raced each other, flinging themselves through an open window into the main foyer, not bothering with the front doors.
' There you are!'
The four looked up as Rachel ran over to them, stopping at Kurt's side and tugging on his arm.
' What's up?' Kurt asked, pulling his arm free and smoothing down the soft fabric of his shirt. It was designer after all.
' Burt wants to talk to everyone, he's collected everyone in the ballroom already!' the petite brunette exclaimed, as loud as ever.
' What's wrong?' Puck asked, all of them following her towards the ballroom. Rachel was the Bond Partner of Kurt's stepbrother Finn and had been for almost eighty years now, having become a vampire two hundred years ago. A Bond Partnership was formed when two vampires shared their blood in the heat of passion, and lasting forever. It was forbidden for any coven vampire to make a Bond Partnership without asking their leader first, usually ending in the forced initiation into the coven if the other vampire was not in a coven, or the forced separation of the couple for several weeks as punishment. Finn had for once been smart enough to ask Burt first.
The ballroom was buzzing with voices from the rest of the coven when the five vampires reached it, Kurt striding up to the front towards his father, ignoring the look from Sue telling him he was late. Burt smiled at his son as he joined him at his side.
' Everything okay dad?' Kurt asked, touching his arm affectionately.
' For now yes, good hunt? Have you fed enough?' Burt replied, stroking his son's hair. Carole, Burt's new wife and Kurt's stepmother stood on his other side, smiling at the shared affection between the father and son. Kurt's mother had died when he was eighty and looked like an eight-year-old boy, killed by another pureblood who Burt was still hunting for, and Burt had only in the last ten years married Carole, who had lost her husband when her own son Finn was physically one. Vampires didn't age like humans did, and most vampire scientists agreed that every one human year equalled ten vampire years, approximately. Kurt personally didn't believe it. He still looked eighteen and he was born three hundred ago.
' Thank you all for coming' Burt announced across the ballroom to the forty or so vampires, all listening intently. ' I have been informed by Will that a new coven has moved into Westerville' the room burst into streams of murmurs and gasps, most of them looking worried, others, mostly the young men, looking excited for a possible fight. Kurt bit his lip anxiously, waiting for his father to continue. ' So far, they are no threat to us, however I want you all to keep an eye out and look out for each other. The rule that you have to go out hunting in a pair or more is crucial now, and anyone going out alone will be punished. Vigilance is key until we figure out whether or not this coven is a threat to us. You're dismissed, thank you for coming'
Burt beckoned towards Puck as the rest of the vampires left the room, and the Mohawked vampire hurried up the steps, grinning at Finn as he passed. Puck and Finn were in the middle of what Kurt enjoyed calling a bromance.
' Puck, I want you to look after Kurt, more so than usual, if these vampires want a fight then they'll go after my family first. I've already spoken to Mike about keeping an eye on Finn and I've put Will in charge of watching Carole. Understand me boy?' Burt told him sternly, fixing him with a look that told everyone that he was completely serious. Puck shivered a little under the firm gaze of his leader, nodding.
' Of course sir, I'll make sure Kurt's safe every moment of every day. You have my word on that'
Kurt sighed. ' Dad, I don't need so much protection'
' Yes you do, you're the first they'll go after if they make a power seizure and I won't lose you as well' Burt snapped, and Kurt winced at the obvious referral to his mother.
' Fine' he grumbled, turning on his heel and stalked out of the room, already feeling the need to feed again. When their emotions were heightened, the need to feed, even if they had just done so, became stronger, only disappearing once they'd calmed down. Kurt ran up to his bedroom, arriving there in a minute and slamming the door behind him.
As the so called "prince" of the Hummel coven, Kurt was granted one of the largest room, the only bigger one belonging to Burt and Carole, which he'd decorated himself, and redecorated every decade or so, when the mood struck him. He threw himself down on the four-poster bed, tugging the curtains closed on every side and flopping down to lie down, spread eagle on his silk sheets, staring up at the chiffon canopy, in the dark that he had closed himself into.
Kurt was, according to the Elders of the coven, worthy of protection. He was important, not only as the heir to the coven once Burt became too old or chose to not rule anymore, or heaven forbid he was killed, but as one of the most powerful purebloods. Kurt was one of those few vampires whose vampiric powers were enhanced. He was able to hypnotise vampires and humans alike, into doing his every whim, a power he refused to use against other vampires, however much Sue insisted they could use it as a weapon.
His mother had had the same ability, and had died when she was targeted by another coven from another state, who wanted to use her powers as a way of gaining territory, namely Burt's territory. Elizabeth Hummel had refused, both to go against her coven and to go against her love, and she was killed because of this. Burt had become severely protective over his only son after her funeral, and recruited Puck, a childhood friend of Kurt's, to guard him.
Kurt was sick of it. He needed freedom and he needed it now.
Bond Partnerships were common in young vampires, and it was rare for a vampire to not be Bonded by their two hundredth year. Emotions ran high in young vampire, Burt was constantly breaking up fights between the young men for pointless reasons, something Kurt stayed well clear of. He was the prince, nobody dared argue with him.
Burt had been trying for years to pair up his son, both before and after he discovered Kurt's sexuality, suggesting both girls and boys for him, but none ignited that apparent "want" that was common for those who found their Bond Partner. So Kurt was forced to watch as Finn and Rachel flaunted their new Bond.
Only a week after his previous hunt and the news of the new coven on the border of their territory, Kurt found himself sat in the music room with his two best friends Mercedes Jones and Tina Cohen-Chang. Mercedes was turned just over two hundred years ago, when she was working as a kitchen maid at a manor house in Texas, and Tina only ninety years ago, though even as such a young vampire, she had found a Bond Partner as she entered the coven for the first time, with Mike Chang, another of Kurt's childhood friends. They were watching with distaste as Rachel giggled loudly at something Finn had said, both of them sat at the piano across the room.
' Okay, she's starting to piss me off' Kurt grumbled, folding his arms across his chest and glaring at the couple. Mercedes squeezed his shoulder sympathetically, making a cooing noise.
' You'll find someone soon babe'
' I don't care about that' he snapped needlessly, shooting her an apologetic look before continuing. ' I care about squishing Rachel Berry's face'
' She'll calm down soon' Tina reassured him.
' Tee, it's been eighty years, you took like twenty years to calm down with Mike, Rachel's just doing it to show off' Kurt growled, slouching further down on the couch ' It's a power play, she wants Finn to take over the coven and for her to be queen bee, so she's throwing it in my face that I don't have anyone…which I totally don't care about'
Mercedes and Tina both rolled their eyes.
' I don't think she's smart enough to think up a plan like that' Tina whispered, causing all three of them to fall into peels of giggles.
' What's so funny?' Brittany had appeared, sliding onto Kurt's lap from the back of the couch and hugging him round the neck. Santana laughed as she walked round the couch, sitting on the table in her very short red dress.
' We're just discussing people, doesn't matter' Kurt dismissed the conversation, leaning Brittany back against the sofa arm beside him, draping the arm not wrapped around her waist across the back of the couch behind Tina. ' Where have you two ladies been?'
' Checking out a new potential member, blonde guy, really cute, just became a vampire. Burt wanted us to see if he's volatile or not…oh and checking out the new coven' Santana grinned, eyes sparkling with mischievousness. ' We got like sixty metres away before they realised we were there and we ran for it'
' What are they like? Did you see the numbers?' Mercedes asked.
' Get this, from what we've seen it looks like a school or something…they were all wearing uniforms, and were all handsome young men. There was like under twenty of them inside this huge manor house thing' the Latina explained. ' Looks tasty' she added with a wink.
' Do they look like a threat?' Kurt asked seriously, stroking a hand up and down Brittany's side. The two girls both shook their heads.
' Look like a bunch of preppy boys if you ask me'
' They were all really pretty' Brittany smiled, looking down at Kurt. ' Maybe there's someone there for you Kurtie?'
Kurt shook his head. ' I doubt it. There's not that many gay vampires after all, you know? I'm one in a million…again'
The girls all looked sadly at him. The four were his best friends and those who kept him sane during his lock down periods. He was only allowed out of the estate when he was thirsty and told his dad first, always taking Puck or one of the other boys with him. They understood him more than most, Brittany was even a former girlfriend of his, in an attempt to be straight for his father, though that plan had quickly failed after Brittany and him tried to fool around and nothing had "worked". Brittany was now in a relationship with Artie Abrams, a vampire of approximately three hundred years like Kurt. Artie's story was depressing. He had gotten into a fight as a newborn vampire, and had sustained serious damage to his legs, forcing him to use a walking cane half the time, and a wheelchair the rest. They weren't Bonded yet but Kurt knew it was only a matter of time.
' We should all go out hunting soon!' Tina suddenly said, touching his leg to get his attention. ' Make a proper night of it, you know go to a club, seduce some stranger and have an alcohol-filled feed'
' Oh my gosh, we haven't done that for ages!' Mercedes squealed, looking eagerly at Kurt. ' Come on Kurt, I'm sure Puck will come with us!'
Kurt sighed, excited by the idea of getting out of the mansion for at least a night. Feeding off drunken victims were always more fun, they went so willing and the alcohol in their systems gave the drinker a pleasant buzz they couldn't get from simply drinking alcohol. He nodded and the four girls squealed excitedly.
' I'll ask my dad and Noah, tonight?'
' Yeah, let's go to Glow, it's always lively on Friday nights' Santana said.
Kurt smiled, agreeing happily, already planning an outfit in his head. He knew his dad wouldn't say no, since he knew his son would probably just sneak out and go anyway. Too many times had Kurt had to be dragged back to the estate by some of Burt's guards, glaring and usually with eyes bright red from heavy feeding.
Kurt's argument? How else was he supposed to get excitement?
He needed to get out of the mansion and he needed some excitement. And he needed someone to enjoy that excitement with.
A/N What do you think? I'm trying it out so let me know if I should continue! :D Oh and I'll try to make other chapters longer!
Smiles and love to all! XD x x