Warnings: Mentions of blood, sex, (not very graphic) violence, Kurt/Dave, Dave/Sebastian, Adam/Sebastian and Kid!Blaine (nothing sexual with Kid!Blaine, he stays as innocent as white snow!)
Kurt had been wandering around the dark night for almost three hours and he was finding it harder and harder to convince himself that his friend had just gone for a small walk or a quick snack. In the century he had spent with Dave he had learnt that his attention did stray quite often and he found it hard to stay in one place but it was very rare that he would disappear when they had travelled so far to see his 'family.' Of course both Dave and Kurt's biological families had died years ago, some of old age, most of different diseases and Kurt had never strayed from Dave's side long enough to find out so Dave's 'family' had adopted him as one of their own. It was rare that they were all in the same place for longer than a few weeks so Kurt found it odd that Dave wouldn't want to spend as much time as possible with them. Usually he would be pestering Adam and getting on Sebastian's nerves.
Normally the latter was what made Kurt look forward to their gatherings, he couldn't abide Sebastian on his best days. His blatant disregard for just how much Dave cared for him got on Kurt's last nerve. Dave would move the earth for Sebastian and all he did in return was mock Dave for his choice of 'fairy cake' every time Kurt was around. Kurt would happily watch Sebastian walk into the next sunrise and suffer the whinings of Adam than deal with his smart ass comments and smug face.
"Come on. So what if the Hulk dusts? It's been long enough; he knows the rules by now." Sebastian drawled, face tipped up to the sky in irritation whilst his fingers threaded through Adam's blonde hair.
Adam preened and smiled under his mates attention before wrapping his arms around Sebastian's waist and lapping at the blood stains across Sebastian's collar bone. Kurt rolled his eyes and looked away from the spectacle in front of him, vampire or not. Old blood was disgusting.
"You know Dave, Bas. He'll find his way home, he always does."
Sebastian chuckled in approval at the path Adam's tongue took. "I guess."
His eyes levelled with Kurt's and a cruel smile played across his red lips.
"Let's wait. David might be up for some fun later." He punctuated his sentence with a squeeze to Adam's ass, eyes never leaving Kurt's until Kurt clenched his jaw and turned his own face away.
Typical.
There was no loved shared in his make shift family. He loved Dave with everything he had, Dave had saved him when he thought he would have to die alone and he had never left his side since. Both Sebastian and Adam were as cold-hearted with each other as they were with their prey. Too often for Kurt's taste he had seen them both fuck their blood sources before draining them dry. Images of Sebastian ramming into a twenty-something old boy whilst Adam held their faces to his cock seared into his brain. It had only happened a few nights previously, Adam fucking Sebastian from behind as Sebastian's fangs ripped into the body of a young boy and it always ended the same, the two vampires would meet in a bloody kiss and fuck until they both passed out, body forgotten.
They had no cares, no affection, nothing beyond devotion to their blood drenched lifestyle. They enjoyed each other's bodies, not their company. They were lovers, not friends, they were demons who got off on the pain of both the living and the living dead. But of course, cruel fate allowed them to be mates.
Kurt couldn't see anything but suffering around them but they were mates. He hated them. He hadn't always, at one point he found Sebastian's mocking sarcasm a joke but now it made him grind his teeth and wish for reprieve. Adam had eyes only for Sebastian and whoever Sebastian told him he was allowed to touch but Sebastian… He fucked whoever, and wherever, he wanted. He toyed with Kurt's emotions by calling Dave to his bed night after night and fucking him raw whenever he felt like Dave was paying a little bit too much attention to Kurt and of course Dave loved it. He loved that it felt like Sebastian needed him, needed his body. Sex was just a game to them and Dave never shouted as loud as when Sebastian was bringing him pleasure, even though he knew Sebastian gave pleasure to no-one without payment in return and Dave never looked as blissed out as he did when his mouth was around Sebastian's cock.
Kurt had once thought Dave was supposed to be his but he never looked at Kurt the way he looked at Sebastian. He never stopped constantly doing things for Adam's impossible approval and he never even attempted to try and please Kurt the way he did Sebastian. Kurt loved him, he was sure of it but why was it that loving Dave meant he could never have him?
Adam loved taunting Kurt with it, it was almost as if it was his favourite past time. When his eyes were damp with tears after trying to hold back to sobs over Dave's never-ending infidelity. Adam would push him back onto a chair and straddle his legs, smiling and whispering in his ear about just how far he was from Dave's heart and how he would never be his, it hadn't happened for him what had for Sebastian and Adam and that was the main reason it hurt so much when Dave fucked someone that wasn't him because Kurt knew he had no right to lay any claim on Dave.
Sebastian and Adam were mated; the universe saw them as meant to be. That was simply the way it was. The living had their simplistic and sentimental rituals and vampires had their share of legends in that world, some being true however most were not. Over the years fact had mixed with fiction and it became increasingly difficult for the newly risen to know what to believe to be true, especially when the elder generations were either already mated or long gone.
One of the most told tales had been buried under streams of myth, mainly due to the fact it very rarely happened anymore. The living had their delusions of finding their 'true love' and the vampire's had their own version, except love did not play into the equation and most vampires believed that love weakened their bond. Kurt couldn't help but love, couldn't help but want love in return. He had loved with all his heart when he lived and turning away from that wasn't an option for him.
Adam frequently retold him the story of the minute he knew Sebastian was his. The very second he watched him wake from a tangle of bed sheets, his eyes shining golden.
It happened only once and it fed the universes obsession with gold, the gold at the end of the rainbow. Once a vampire's eyes met another and their eyes flashed gold it was over. The search, the longing. Adam had not turned Sebastian with that in mind, it had just worked out like that.
Dave had turned Kurt with that hope and wish.
Over a hundred years had passed, one hundred years of pretending Dave was the one he was destined to spend his forever with, one hundred years of loving and serving him just waiting for his eyes to glow. Convincing himself that fate was just a little behind, that Dave was his, he just had to be or else Kurt wouldn't love him like he did.
It had been over a century and he had done everything he could think of to try and win Dave's affection. He had brutally slain those that Dave deemed no longer needing to live, he had attempted to love Dave with his body the way he wanted and bruised him with ruthless fucking when he demanded it. Nothing helped, nothing ever worked. Kurt was Dave's but Dave was most certainly not his. He belonged to Sebastian.
He was a Daddy's boy and nothing Kurt could do would tear him away.
"Urgh." Adam shook his head. "This bloods starting to stink."
Oh poor you.
"Don't fret Kurtie." Sebastian drawled, jerking Adam to his side in another pretence of affection. "He's probably enjoying some young boy's… stamina. He'll be back in no time." He smiled cruelly.
Kurt almost growled but didn't rise to the bait. It was useless, borderline humiliating, but useless. Years of conditioning had taught him that arguing was fruitless. Sebastian was the head of the household, despite Adam having almost two hundred years on his counterpart even he wouldn't challenge his master ship. At first Kurt was surprised that it didn't seem to bother Adam that he was second to Sebastian but the other man truly seemed to only need Sebastian around. He never understood why everyone seemed to be so charmed by the smarmy bastard.
And once more, Kurt stood on the side-lines watching as the elder vampire took everything he had away. Except… No, that wasn't right. None of what Sebastian took from Kurt had ever been truly his, it had only held the pretence of being his.
Anytime he had spoken back to Sebastian he had been berated by Dave, told he should never raise his voice to his elders. Dave was alarmingly inventive when it came to his punishments. When Kurt told Adam to go fuck himself after he had asked Kurt if he wanted to eat Dave's come out of his ass, Dave had tricked Kurt into a set of chains that they usually used when Dave fucked Kurt but instead had used a switch across his back, flaying the skin off of him and inflicting as much pain as he could whilst still keeping Kurt conscious.
Kurt didn't know if it was what Dave did to him, or the way he did it but the way Dave regarded him with such cold loathing when he was upset was the straw that had broken Kurt's back.
He's not your forever.
That nasty voice had followed him, haunted him for months now. Their centenary had just past them and Kurt was realising that what he wanted would always be just out of his reach as long as he continued to expect more from Dave than he was willing to give.
Dave didn't love him and he had never pretended otherwise. Kurt had simply made himself believe that he had to. He had to love him otherwise he never would have chosen him. More than ever Kurt was realising that the world he had been living in was only temporary. He had been given the gift of time until Dave came across eyes that truly were gold for him and locked Kurt out of his bedroom forever and then Kurt would be left at the mercy of Dave's family, he'd be lucky if the only thing they did to him was grind his own dust into the dirt they leave behind.
He hated LA. It was too close to home and he wanted to leave.
As though reading his thoughts, Adam linked his fingers through Sebastian's and took in a deep, unnecessary, lungful of the night air. "I'm really beginning to like LA." He chucked a bit as they strode down one of the many glum alleys in the city that had been driven insane with corruption.
"Big cities. Only the best for you, gorgeous." Sebastian agreed with Adam. Taking stock of the streets they passed as if sizing them up for future nights.
Their current home was one of the many abandoned buildings that had been once scheduled for demolition but had never been taken down. Kurt thought it lacked anything that could have been mistaken for comfort but Sebastian was confident he would be able to fix it up for Adam and Dave, Kurt hadn't been taken into consideration when the decision to stay had been made. Apparently this wasn't just a flying visit for Dave and therefore Kurt.
There was a tatty sofa in the entry way, four beds, a set of metal chains and plenty of homeless kids to pluck off the street. It would do for them for now but Kurt knew they wouldn't stay. No matter how much they said they loved LA, they wouldn't stay. They never did. Sebastian always grew bored. Kurt wasn't widely known for his patience but he was content with someone to hunt, Dave to please and blood to drink. The where's didn't matter to him.
"Home sweet home." Sebastian drawled as he threw the door open, his hands sliding around his mate and palming Adam's crotch. "It smells like daylight out there."
"Mmm" Adam cooed happily. "I think I'm ready for a night cap, lover."
"Now that's something I can get behind." Sebastian finished his sentence with a thrust to Adam's ass.
Kurt rolled his eyes and moved down the corridor to the bedroom Dave had claimed as his or theirs, when he was feeling generous. As soon as Kurt crossed the doorway he knew Dave was home but he couldn't even be bothered to collapse in relief, count his blessings, thank whoever would listen for another day with his maker. He had reached his breaking point and just couldn't take it anymore.
The air stank of tears and vibrated with the familiar thrill of fear. Dace had brought home breakfast but Kurt, honestly, couldn't be bothered by it all. Knowing Dave he would want to play with his good and then fuck until the sun fell from the sky once more but Kurt couldn't… Not today. This time, Kurt would kill the poor thing and face Dave's anger. It would be more bearable than continuing to live the sham of an existence he had been conned into.
It ended tonight.
"Oh, my Kurt's home." Dave singsonged the minute Kurt pushed the door to the room open. He was lying across a chair in a pair of black trousers, palming himself through them. The tailored trousers that always drove Kurt insane.
This was going to be harder than he thought.
"I'm sorry I went out without you tonight, dear." He said, almost purring in satisfaction. "But I had important business to attend to. You see, I know you've not been so happy lately…"
Dave continued to talk, ignoring the wails of what Kurt now knew was a small child as freely as one would ignore an insolent puppies whining. Dave loved anything that was innocent, children especially and whilst Kurt was a monster, a shadow of the man he had once been never rested well with burying children. He had killed them, for Dave but he took no pleasure in it.
"No, David." Kurt sighed, pulling off his suit jacket.
"I know you're angry with me."
"I'm just tired, we didn't know where you'd gone."
"Well, that's the thing." Dave shrugged his large shoulders, his eyes almost shining with malicious delight. "It would have ruined it if I told you where I was going."
Kurt sighed again, feeling the beginnings of a headache stirring. "And where did you go this time? A high school, turned some celeb you used to like? Found out jock-chic went out about twenty years ago?"
A low growl tumbled through Dave's lips and his eyes glared at Kurt. "You might be upset but keep your temper in check, Hummel."
"I'm just not in the mood tonight."
"That's why I brought you something." He jumped to his feet, clasping his larger hands around Kurt's and walking him backward towards the sound of the cries. "You love getting presents."
He frowned, confused. Mind games were nothing new to Dave but Kurt couldn't remember the last time Dave brought him something without an ulterior motive. "Why?"
"Uh, no, no. This one is for you. No questions."
"You brought me a child..."
"All for you and-."
"Dave…"
"You know I don't like to be interrupted, Kurt."
"I know. I'm sorry."
"Now be my good boy and taste your present. I brought him just for you."
Kurt exhaled deeply and nodded, moving around Dave. Kill the kid, drink him dry and make Dave happy.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow would be the day when things changed.
Doubt clouded Kurt's heart, as pleasant as the thought was he knew his future would be a repeat pattern of these days. Days when he didn't know if his maker would be home to share a bed. If he would allow Kurt comfort in his body or want to save himself for when his Daddy wanted to play. If Dave would find the one he thought Kurt would be so long ago, meet him and leave Kurt behind in search of the next sunrise.
There were days when Kurt hated almost everything about Dave, hated him so richly that it was easy to forget that Dave was the one who removed him from a world that hated him, a world that hurt him for just being him, hated him to the point where it was hard to remember why he'd loved Dave for so long in the first place.
He would snap out of it, though. He always did.
Kurt huffed and pushed the second door open, the child's fear washing over him in strong, almost painful waves.
Snap his neck, take his blood, make Dave happy.
The boy was small, he couldn't have been more than four or five. He was in his pyjamas, his curly hair a mess. His back was to Kurt and he was trembling something fearce.
"I want my mommy." He wailed. "I want to go home"
Kurt swallowed and stepped forward. "Where's your mom, sweetheart?"
The boy gasped at the sudden presence of another being but didn't reply, instead he pushed himself farther into the shadows. An ineffective move for the eyes of a vampire but the boy wasn't to know that.
"Come on." He said, closing the door gently behind him. "My name's Kurt, I won't hurt you."
A lie had never felt so dirty in all of his unlife and his guilt tripled when he felt the fear in the room begin to ebb away.
Kurt frowned, shaking away the feeling. The boy was just a boy and there would be thousands more like him. He didn't have a complete conscience when it came to children and he wasn't looking to develop one, it would only make him weak. The boy was food, plain and simple.
"That nasty man won't let me leave." The boy said softly, his voice tentative and quick.
A bitter grin painted Kurt's face, that makes two of us.
"Well," he said instead, walking forward slowly. His back was still to Kurt disguising Kurt's disfigured mouth. "Why don't we go together? I can take you home. I am wearing my suede Swear's but if we get you home, it'll be worth it, hey sweetie?"
An impossibly long beat passed at that before the boy turned around.
Something slammed into Kurt's chest. Hard. His lungs gasped for air they didn't need and his body almost shut down.
Impossible.
The boy was beautiful, even with tear tracks down his face and red puffy eyes. His pyjamas were rumpled and a scruffy bear was stuffed tight in his arms. He was looking at Kurt with hope, with the beginnings of trust that he didn't deserve.
His eyes… God, his eyes.
Kurt fell down to his knees and his world almost collapses.
His eyes shone with gold.