Author's Notes: Okay, since there are so many different kinds of vampires I figured that I'd start off with a quick explanation of what "vampire" means when I use it.
Think about the TV show Moonlight (I love this version of vampires). They can walk outside during the day, but too much direct sunlight drains their energy and increases their need to feed. They can sleep. Silver is like poison to them. A wooden stake immobilizes them. They can be killed by using fire and by cutting off their heads with iron. That should be about it. (Any other information will be obvious)
"Tell me now," Kurt began lightly as he watched Sebastian observed the living space, "Why you're looking for an apartment to share," he took in the designer suit and knew that Sebastian could easily afford a place that was not located in one of the shadier parts of New York. Of course, Kurt knew Sebastian's underlying secret, and he was sure Sebastian could sense him as well, but he wanted it spoken, out loud.
Kurt continued on, "Not that I mind, you would not believe how hard it is to find someone to rent alongside me."
"What happened to the old occupant?" Sebastian asked, avoiding the question all together.
Kurt pursed his lips before he answered, "We… I guess you could say we broke up and I got the apartment." Kurt figured that he might as well answer it truthfully, "You still haven't responded to my question."
Sebastian faced Kurt fully, smirking when he took in the painting shirt and loose vest, the hat and bandana tied around his neck just added to the amusing clothing choices.
"And I thought they had been joking when I'd first heard about you."
Kurt stiffened, "Who would be talking about me?" He questioned, voice saccharine sweet and forced out.
"Not too many, believe it or not, but it was enough for me to try," he smirked again and Kurt wondered if he had any other facial expression other than "smirky meerkat" and if he did, he certainly wasn't showing them, "But really? You kind of fail for a vampire. Living in near recluse, never leaving during the day, because honestly your pale gay face could use a bit of sun, it won't kill you, and I've heard you don't even drink from the source."
"I don't drink from humans, not directly," Kurt said, "I have a friend down at the coroners offices, she supplies me with everything I need," he explained, though he wasn't sure why he was, "And I'll ask again, why you are looking for a space like this. You're obviously one of those old rich vampires with nothing better to do than screw a human and then drain them."
"Now, I don't kill humans, I only drink when they're distracted by the greatest fuck of their life, they never notice a thing," Kurt rolled his eyes, "But I just need to stay down low for a little bit. I traveled all the way from California, though before that was Paris but that's another story for another time, to get to New York in hopes that I could find someone discreet. It seems as though you're the best that I'm going to get. Sad really, but I pissed off a head vamp by hunting in his territory. Nothing permanent, just until he forgets all about me."
Kurt hesitated, "I'm not so sure. I like my peace and quiet; it's why I do what I do. Your…indiscretions would so not be helping me, like, at all. I don't need other vampires knocking on my door because you went a little too far one night in the wrong area and pissed them off too."
"I could always drop your location sometime," he saw Kurt stiffen once again and felt very much like the lion that caught the lamb, "We're both in a bind here. You actually seem to like this dismal eternal lifestyle you've built for yourself and I just know how terrible it would be for you if it were to just fall apart because I somehow slipped up. And before you say anything, I already have a feeling that you're also one of those vampires that like to keep your name as long as they can. I myself am one of those. So it really won't be hard for you to be found."
"I'm raising your part of the rent. If I'm going to have to deal with you and your obnoxious voice for a while I'm going to at least get a better deal out of it."
"My voice?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow, "I'm not the one who sounds like they've been sucking on helium for the better part of a century. Were you turned before puberty hit or –"
"You can move in tonight, after dark," Kurt cut him off with a sharp tongue and an icy tone that left Sebastian knowing that he said something that was most defiantly off limits, "Until then, I'd like the rest of my day to relish in peace and quiet."
Sebastian tipped an invisible hat, "As you wish Princess."
Sebastian caught the sight of Kurt from his peripheral vision. He was sitting on the couch; he was buried in his laptop that was resting on top of his lap. He looked like a human lounging in his loose sweatpants and sweatshirt, diligently working on whatever is was that he did. He saw that Kurt would take a sip of his coffee cup, which Sebastian knew held blood, from where he stood he could catch the scent of AB-.
Sebastian sneered. The blood was already consumed by death. By now he knew that it was cold and the flavor of life was past its expiration date. Even throwing it in the microwave or heating it on the stove wasn't going to induce its original taste. It almost made him gag, the thought of actually partaking in the voluntary consumption of something so mediocre.
"Is there something that you need?" Kurt asked, noticing Sebastian watching him with a grimace on his face.
"Do you actually enjoy drinking that shit?"
Kurt glanced up, mid sip, "It's an acquired taste. I don't really lament over fresh blood, it's been so long there's nothing to miss," he shrugged and set the cup down to resume his work.
Sebastian rolled his eyes and set his shirt, "Whatever you say. I'm going out."
"You probably shouldn't hunt as much as you're used to. This may be the slumps of the city but if too many people go missing it tends to get noticed. I'd try to work on your endurance."
"I told you before Princess, I don't kill anyone. I have my fun; get my fill, no reason to worry."
Kurt didn't bother to retort back and when the door to the apartment closed with an audible click, he took advantage of his time alone.
Clicking through the World Wide Web Kurt found himself skimming through a Facebook profile. It wasn't selective to only his friends, anyone could view it.
Kurt knew that he shouldn't torture himself, but he just had to make sure that everything was going well. Neither of them had contacted the other. Kurt knew it was for the best. He would move on. Yes it would take him longer, he tended to cling onto his feelings and had a hard time moving past them, eternity only made the longing last for a drawn-out period of time.
He just needed this one last reminder that at least one of them was moving one. Kurt knew he deserved a better life, much better than Kurt could ever give him. The pictures and the status updates gave Kurt the reassurance that he was moving on, if not fully moved on, from their little romantic endeavor. It would be one Kurt would not forget, but at least he wouldn't regret any of the decisions he had made either.
Regret made for a wretched eternity.
"So, who's this Blaine Anderson guy?" Sebastian called out to Kurt.
"Who?" Kurt asked, trying to shrug off any notion that he would recognize the name.
"He called today, said that he just wanted to check up on you," Sebastian grinned, "If his voice was anything to go by, he sounded like sex on a stick," he stretched out over the couch, much to Kurt's annoyance.
Kurt stopped at the edge of the couch, glaring down at Sebastian, "Did he say anything else?"
Sebastian grinned and Kurt felt like slapping it off of his face.
"I can honestly say that I didn't really peg you for someone who goes after humans. I figured you would be the virgin princess for as long as you bothered to exist. But a human? I guess it's in the realm of possibilities regarding your pitiful existence as the worst immortal being I have ever met. Did he taste good?"
Kurt cheeks colored and Sebastian mused for a moment how he was able to flush without a moving blood flow.
"Did he ask anything else?"
"Did he offer himself up to you? Begging you to drink from him, willing to give you anything you wanted. I bet he did. And even your humanity wouldn't be able to resist someone so pliant." He was careful to lace his words in oil so they slicked together in a mess of black tar.
"If it is any of your business," Kurt chocked out, desperate for control, not willing to give in and take the bait, "He was my roommate before I had the pleasure of sharing with you. Yes, we were dating," Sebastian scoffed at the term but Kurt continued on forward, "I never drank from him, for the last time, I don't feed off of humans, ever. Why can't you just accept that and leave well enough alone? Are you really so insecure about your way of spending your eternity that you need to find something completely and utterly horrible about me? Something that proves that I'm a hypocrite and helps you carry on with random hook ups in a dingy alley way?"
Kurt didn't raise his voice, it was only strained with the repressed frustration, and that only made Sebastian more irritated.
"If you're so holier than thou and so ultimately moral, what made the little human dump your sorry ass? Finally couldn't take your lies about why you don't eat or what you hide in the fucking fridge."
"Blaine knows exactly what I am, he figured it out within the first week," Kurt sniffed, "He wanted more, and I couldn't give him that. And no, he didn't want to be changed, he wanted to be human, and neither of could really stand to live with that knowledge. It hurt us both too much."
"Oh fucking perfect," Sebastian's scowl deepened and he sat up on the couch and stood up so that he and Kurt were facing each other, only inches apart and Sebastian's amusement grew when he found that the position had him towering over Kurt, even if they were only inches in height difference.
"Explain to me how you got a perfect existence. With your very own set of morals and outlook on life, with people who are looking out for you, and who even accept when you're a monster."
"Maybe you should stop right there," Kurt demanded, not backing down, "We're not monsters for fucks sake. Even you aren't, believe it or not. There's no need to live like a fucking angsty teenage girl for as many centuries as it pleases you. You don't know a thing about me and that means that you don't get to judge me based on a handful of facts. It doesn't work like that."
"But how can you see it like that?" Sebastian asked, hostility melting from his voice.
Kurt shrugged, "I'm old but that doesn't mean I have all of the answers. I just…live and I do what I want to do. What I feel is best for me. I've escaped from letting someone else dictate what I should be. I think that's all you really have to do. Find out what you want to do, and then do it, don't let anyone or anything get in the way."
"And you expect me to believe that everything will just fall into place after that?"
"It takes time," Kurt grinned, "But we've got plenty of time. You've got plenty of time."
Sebastian laughed and fell back onto the couch.
"I guess I do Princess, I guess I do."
Author's Note: Tell me what you think. This has been stalking me during school and I had to get the idea out there. This will be in three parts, I think. It should be three parts. Thanks for reading!