The Final Bite Chapter 1: Life Goes On, a glee fanfic

A/N So this is the third and last installment of the Bite Trilogy, The Final Bite. A few more people will discover the secrets of the immortals, and we'll meet some new characters along the way. Who knows, maybe we will even find some new lifemate pairings along the way!

For those familiar with the Argeneau series, this story begins shortly before The Immortal who Loved Me, and will continue through the next several books.

In this chapter, you'll meet Basileios Argeneau. And the Infamous Leonius rears his ugly head!

As always, reviews are welcomed!

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Life Goes On

Finn and Kurt arrived back home from the last day of school, laughing and joking. Kurt was in a hurry to text Blaine, who was just getting out of his final Warbler's meeting for the year. He was looking down at his phone, so it was Finn who spotted the stranger in their living room first.

The tall man had golden blonde hair and eyes almost the exact same odd glasz shade as Kurt's. The man looked to be around twenty five years old. He was standing beside Burt, and both men had looked at them as they entered. Burt rolled his eyes when Kurt didn't even look up. "Hey bud, too good to say hi to your old man now?"

Kurt glanced up briefly. " Hi Dad, hi Grandpa." He'd looked back down at his phone and taken two steps before the second man's presence registered and he turned back into the living room. "Grandpa Basil? What are you doing here?"

"What, no hug?" Kurt hugged the older immortal. "And this must be Finn. I've heard so much about you. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Basileios Argeneau, but most people just call me Basil. I'm Kurt's Grandfather."

Finn shook the man' hand. Grandfather? How was that even possible, when the guy looked way younger than Burt?

Both men laughed, having picked up on the teen's thought. "It's the nanos," Burt explained. "Usually they keep their host looking between twenty five and thirty years old, but for some reason they haven't figured out yet, the nanos inside me didn't make me look younger. I still look closer to forty. I was forty five when I was turned."

"And to answer you, Kurt," Basil said, "I'm escorting Stephanie back to Toronto, along with Teddy and Tricia. I have some business to attend to up that way anyway, and then I'll just stay there until the wedding, or Tricia will have my head. Plus, I haven't seen you in almost three years. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that my youngest grandchild is the first to find his lifemate."

Kurt blushed. His grandfather had had a lifemate before the fall of Atlantis, but Acantha died in the volcanic eruption. Basil had been lonely, and wanted children, which he hadn't had with his lifemate. Another immortal and friend of the family, Mary Delacort, had also lost her lifemate, and the two had agreed that they would produce children together, raising them together, until one or the other found another lifemate. Tricia was their third oldest. They both loved the children dearly.

Kurt suddenly felt a little guilty that he had found a lifemate before either of his grandparents. Basil knew what he was thinking, and held the boy tight. "Hey, don't do that! I'm happy for you, Kurt. When it's meant to be, it's meant to be. The nanos never make mistakes. Now I'm assuming that was Blaine you were texting? Why don't you invite him for dinner? I'd like to meet the young man."

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Stephanie pushed Artie's chair through the park to their favorite spot near the lake, where the weeping willows' branches trailed in the water's edge. Artie carried a picnic basket and a portable CD player with speakers. Neither of them spoke as they set out their food on the small picnic table in the shade of one of the trees.

He could see how upset she was about having to leave him for the summer. He smiled and took her hand, placing a sweet kiss on her palm. "It's just ten weeks, and we'll still see each other. I'll be coming up for Tricia and Teddy's wedding in a few weeks. And I'll be staying for the entire week."

She leaned forward and pressed their foreheads together. "I know. It's just...scary to think of not seeing you every day. I know we'll text and Skype and everything, but it won't be the same."

That week they had spent in Toronto together at spring break had been amazing. When they were awake, they refrained from doing more than holding hands, and chaste kisses on the cheeks. In their shared dreams that week, they had kissed and held each other, but still had never let it go to far. They were both young, they had time for more when they were ready.

Artie smiled and pressed play on the CD player. "I know you should be the one singing this song to me, but I couldn't get it out of my mind."

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn
Taxi's waitin', he's blowin his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could cry

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
And I'm leavin' on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I tell you now, they don't mean a thing
Every place I go, I'll think of you
Every song I sing, I'll sing for you
When I come back, I'll wear your wedding ring

Now the time has come to leave you
One more time, now let me kiss you
Then close your eyes, I'll be on my way
Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
About the times, I won't have to say

Kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
And I'm leavin' on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
I'm leavin' on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
But I'm leavin' on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe...I hate...to go.

Stephanie smiled, and gently pressed their lips together in their first 'real' kiss. It was sweet, and they both reluctantly pulled back before the lifemate chemistry made them do something they weren't ready for.

"I love you," Artie whispered.

Stephanie's smile was brighter than the afternoon sun. "I love you, too."

They shared one more quick kiss, and then began to eat.

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Blaine smiled as he shook hands with the much older immortal. "It's nice to meet you, Sir. Kurt has told me so much about you."

"Call me Basil. I may be older than dirt, but you don't have to make me feel it." Blaine laughed.

"Dinner is ready," Kurt said, showing them in to the dining room.

"Something smells delicious!" His lifemate proclaimed as they sat down to eat. Kurt smiled, and kissed his forehead. "I made your favorite lasagna."

Kurt served the food, and Blaine noticed that Basil hadn't taken any thing to eat. The older immortal noticed him looking, and smiled. "Older immortals don't need to eat food, and most of us don't bother, unless we find our lifemates. That tends to reawaken our appetites for food and other things."

Blaine nodded. "How old are you?"

Basil laughed. "I was born about a hundred years before the fall."

Blaine just stared at him in shock. He knew Lucian Argeneau was ancient, but hadn't really thought about Kurt's grandparents being so old. Kurt had said his mother was just over six hundred years old when she had died. Blaine had assumed that his lifemate's grandparents were younger.

Kurt reached over and patted the boy on the back. "Other than Bricker, who is barely a hundred and still eats, you are the first unmated immortal Blaine has met."

His grandfather smiled. "Actually I think he's more shocked by my age than the fact that I don't eat. But don't let that stop you from enjoying your food, young man. Kurt worked really hard on this meal. It does smell good. He said he got the recipe from your mother."

Blaine mentally shook himself, and smiled. "Yes, Kurt is an excellent cook. I can't imagine him ever not wanting to eat."

"Well, now that he has you, that probably won't happen for a very long time," Burt chimed in, smiling.

The conversation switched to music. It was Finn who asked about what music was like in Atlantis.

"We had all kinds of music in Atlantis, though nothing like your modern music. Most of our music was organic." At Finn's confused expression, he explained. "We imitated the sounds of nature. Wind blowing between reeds, birds calling, the sound of water cascading down the rocks. We learned to put them all together to make melodies. After time, we added percussion, and then stringed instruments. It wasn't until a couple hundred years before the fall that we started adding lyrics."

"Do you remember any of the songs?" Blaine asked.

Basileios thought for a few moments, and then began humming a tune softly, and then sang a few lines.

Night winds blow

stars shine bright

the wine flows sweet

but nothing compares

when our eyes meet

Kurt smiled. "Ramses wrote that!"

"Who is Ramses?" Finn asked.

"He was my Father," Basil replied. "He and my Mother, Alexandria, survived Atlantis, but died in Pompeii, when Mt. Vesuvius erupted. And you are right, Kurt. My father wrote that for mother on their wedding day."

They finished dinner, and then moved to sit in the living room and talk for a while. Basil smiled at the boys. "So, I have some news for all three of you. As you know, I'm a lawyer, and I handle a lot of legal issues for the Argeneau family. Finn, though you are mortal, you are now a part of the Argeneau family. As such, I've been asked to set up a trust fund for you, and you own one share of Argeneau, Inc."

"What exactly does that mean?" The tall teen asked.

Kurt smiled at him. "It means you never have to worry about money. You can go to any college you choose. And if you and Rachel remain together, you'll be able to spoil her the way her Dads have."

"Oh," Finn replied. He seemed to be lost in thought for a while. Basil turned to Kurt and Blaine.

"As for you two, Kurt, since you have found your lifemate, you now hold four shares of Argeneau, Inc, and Blaine holds one share. And Blaine, I've also set up a trust fund for you. You can access a portion of your funds when ever you need, but full access won't be given until your hundredth birthday, which is the same arrangement Kurt's mother made for him. Finn, you will have full access when you turn twenty five."

Blaine and Finn were both surprised by this news, although Kurt seemed to take it for granted.

"You okay, sweetie?" Kurt asked his boyfriend.

Blaine blinked and looked at him, and then smiled. "Oh, uh, yeah, I guess I just never thought about the money. I mean, I already have a trust fund from my grandparents, and my parents aren't poor by any stretch of the word."

"Does it make you uncomfortable to take money from my family?"

Blaine sighed. "It's not that. Not really, anyway. It just still surprises me that you have so much more money than me, when you live here in Lima, in this beautiful but modest home. Why don't you guys live in New York, or LA?"

Burt was the one who answered him. "That's partly my doing. I grew up an orphan in a small village near Auschwitz. I never had a lot of money, and those people I knew who did have money were mean and cruel. I worked hard to earn enough money just to get by on. When I met Elizabeth, she was working as a rogue hunter, undercover, pretending to be a nurse."

Carole smiled and took his hand. He'd told her this story. "When I learned that she came from a wealthy family, I didn't want anything to do with them at first. She didn't mind. We were lifemates, and she would be happy living with me in a tree house in the jungle if that was what I wanted. It wasn't until we'd been together about thirty years that I began to feel comfortable around the rest of her family, but I still didn't feel right taking money from them. So we compromised. We'd live quietly, in a small town, have a family of our own, and save the money from her family for some day in the future when we really needed it. We will live a very long time, after all."

Burt had to look away when he spoke the last line.

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Stephanie was bored. She'd been back in Canada for a week now, and all she'd done since getting here was help Tricia and Drina with wedding plans. Tricia's wedding was a week away, while Drina's was two weeks after that. She was sitting in a bridal shop in Toronto while Tricia helped Drina try on dresses. Tricia had already decided on hers.

The two older women were busy oohing and ahhing over gowns. The teen decided to text her lifemate while she waited, but realized she'd left her phone plugged in to the stereo in Tricia's car. She and Artie had texted everyday since she'd left Lima. She glanced at the two women. They were still preoccupied.

Neither of them would notice if she went out to the car. It wouldn't take her more than a minute, two at the tops. She'd be back before either woman noticed. She slipped out to the car, and had just reached for the door handle when she saw something that made her heart stop.

Across the street and down the block, five men were walking in her direction. None of them noticed her, but she froze like a dear in a headlight. The men all had dirty blonde hair, and not the color dirty blonde, but blonde hair that was grimy, oily, nasty. She recognized the man in the front of the group, and while she didn't recognize the others, she knew who they were.

Leonius Leviticus was the man who had kidnapped her and Dani, and the others were obviously more of his sons.

Just as she was about to duck out of sight, the man from her nightmares turned his head as if he could feel her fear, and looked directly at her.

He smiled.