Chapter 7: A Black Hole
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For it is in human nature to be greedy. No matter what it is, no matter how selfless it may seem, we are greedy.
You say you want world peace? You want something, and in that is greed.
You want to stop poverty. You still want something.
You are greedy; you want something. You can say it is for someone else. There is never anything selfless about any 'good deed'.
Human nature is greed.
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It had been over three months, and as each day passed, Kitty became more of a shadow of her former self. She barely ever smiled, she never laughed, and she cried every night. She'd searched endlessly for him. She never gave up, always trying to find some sign of him, but he was truly gone.
And he wasn't coming back, he was never coming back.
Kitty sat in a stiff backed chair in the parlour of her sister's rooms; she had been waiting there for several hours. Nurse maids rushed back and forth from the bed chamber, fresh towels, blankets or warm water in their hands. Her mother was in there with them, giving out orders.
Kitty sighed, she was going to become an aunt, but she couldn't find it in herself to be excited. She wanted Kurt. She knew that was selfish, but without him, it felt like she was drowning; falling down an endless hole in the earth with no light or end in sight.
"Katherine?" Kitty looked up to see one of the nurse maids beckoning to her. The elderly woman looked tired, but happy.
She stood and followed the woman into the bedchamber. The soft whimpers of a baby came to her ears and she floated over to her sister's bedside. Jean looked flushed, exhausted, and sweat glistened on her forehead, but there was a smile on her lips that spoke a thousand words.
"Katherine, meet your niece." Kitty carefully took the squirming bundle from the red head's arms and looked down at her niece.
"Her name's Rachel." Was all that penetrated Kitty's mind as she looked down at the baby. The little girl had a shock of red hair, but as she opened her eyes, she revealed perfect brown orbs.
Kitty felt a small smile touch her lips, "Hello liebling." She whispered softly, placing a kiss on the baby's head.
"Welcome to the world."
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Marie sat on the roof, watching people pass her house. No one looked up to see the teenage girl in men's clothing watching the world go by. Truthfully, it was easier for her to be out here than inside with her father. She was worried he'd finally given up; the only time she could remember that he didn't obsess over finding Kurt was when her mother was alive.
The girl sighed and fingered the dagger at her side. This one was hers, it had an ebony handle that moulded perfectly to her grasp and a silver blade that she kept sharpened at all times.
Pulling her hand from the weapon, she stood and crawled across the roof to creep down the side of the house, finding hand holds and places to put her feet blindly. A foot from the ground she let go and landed on her feet.
With another sigh, she started down the cobblestone road. There was barely anyone else out at this time, everyone else home and safe with their families and friends.
The street lamps were lit and the golden orange gold from the fire coated areas with amber light, but left other parts in blue black shadow. She was used to this though, back when her mother was still alive, she'd always been a creature of the night. She'd never really followed rules either, earning her the nickname of 'Rogue'.
With a sigh, she turned a corner to be greeted with drunken laughter.
~Oh great, more drunk assholes. That's just what I need. ~ She thought bitterly.
Bringing a snarl to her face, she gripped her dagger, "You want something?! Come and get it!"
There was more laughter, "Aw, c'mon honey. We just want to have some fun. Don't you want to have some fun?"
She glared at the dirty, wasted man, "Sure? Does gutting you sound like fun?"
The man blinked, apparently the threat got through his alcohol soaked brain. "Now, now, darlin', don't be like that." He hiccupped.
Marie grimaced and drew her blade, holding it out before her, "Come and get it." She whispered harshly.
The man laughed and stumbled forward. Marie stepped out the way, her face passive as she sheathed her dagger and tripped the man, sending him sprawling on the cold ground.
Giving him a hard kick to the head, then the stomach, she strode off.
~Well, that was a waste of time. ~ She thought.
Her feet led her up a path, and finally, to a little farm. One very familiar.
~This is where dad found his scent. ~ A little voice in her head whispered.
Not for the first time, she wished she had heightened senses like her father, if just to see if she could find a trace of her uncle.
She continued walking, there weren't any lights on in the house, so either everyone was asleep, or no one was home. It didn't matter either way to Marie; she just wanted to have a look around.
She circled the house once, the light from the half moon guiding her way just enough so she wouldn't walk into anything.
She sighed, but jumped when she stepped on a stick. The snap was unusually loud, or maybe she was just paranoid.
"Who's there?!" she froze. The voice was female, light, airy and young, but it surprised her.
Suddenly there was light to her side, and Marie turned to see a girl, maybe a year or so younger than her, walk out of the barn with a lantern held up.
"Who're you?" the brunette asked suspiciously.
Marie scrambled for an excuse, "I…sorry. I was just going for a walk, I didn't mean to trespass."
The girl sighed and shrugged, "Doesn't matter. I don't really care."
Marie recognized that tone all too well. It was of someone who felt like they had no reason left to go on.
"Ah'm Marie." She said softly.
The girl looked up, her bright blue eyes sad and heartbroken, "Katherine, but you can call me Kitty." She finished softly.
"Do you want to come inside?" Kitty offered.
Marie smiled and nodded, "Sure."
The two girls ended up in the kitchen, sipping a mix of herbal tea that was actually fairly pleasant to the taste buds.
They sat in silence, and Marie noticed Kitty playing with something around her neck.
"What is that?" she questioned softly.
Kitty jolted, then looked to her hand, "It's nothing, just a necklace."
"Can Ah see it?" she asked, leaning forward.
Kitty shrugged and pulled the chain and charm into the light.
Marie bit back a gasp, impossible, but it looked just as her father described, it was a carbon copy of the one he himself wore just in a different color.
"Where did you get that?" she breathed.
Kitty gave her a suspicious look, "From a…friend." She finished.
Marie looked up and made eye contact. Green met blue, and a look of understanding passed between the two young women.
"What was his name?" she whispered, her heart was loud in her ears.
"Kurt." Kitty replied softly.
"He was a demon." Marie stated.
Kitty nodded, "You know him."
"You're in love with him."
"You've been searching for him."
The girls stared at each other.
"How?" they whispered at the same time.
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Logan jumped from his bed, grabbing his dagger from its resting place under his pillow as he did so. He looked around sharply before he realized the sound that had awoken him was anxious banging on his door.
Flicking his dagger so the blade lay against the inside of his wrist, he turned the doorknob to have his daughter and another girl stumble in.
"Dad you were right! He was there!" Marie cried.
"Kid, calm down and start from the beginning. What are you talking about and who the hell is this?" he pointed to the younger girl.
Marie took in a breath and began, starting with how she had stumbled across Kitty and realized the necklace the girl was wearing had been Elizabeth's. She then went on to explain that Kitty knew about Kurt, but ended with how the demon had left. It was at that point that Kitty whispered out how he'd left her a letter. Marie noted that the girl left out how she was in love with Kurt, though she really couldn't blame her.
Logan dropped onto his bed, "He was here." He whispered softly, in a state of deep shock.
"But he left for some reason." Marie finished.
Kitty sighed and spoke, louder than before, "He…he said something, about not being able to control himself. He couldn't…he couldn't be as human as he wanted. He left because he…he didn't want to end up hurting me." She finished, fighting new tears that struggled to fall.
Logan stood up and brushed the few tears away, "Hey, c'mon Half-Pint, I'm not good with cryin' women. Ask my daughter."
Kitty giggled and nodded, feeling a little better, even if her shattered heart still ached.
"So, what now?" Marie brought up the question.
Logan sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "Well first, we all need a good night's sleep, so I'm gonna take Half-Pint home. You get to bed, got it?"
Marie frowned and moaned, "Hey! When I get to the afterlife, I want your mother to greet me with a kiss, not a lecture on not taking care of ya!"
Marie rolled her eyes but nodded, "Fahne. Night dad, night Kitty." Kitty waved to her friend as Logan guided her from the house and down the street.
"He's your uncle?" she questioned, looking up at the burly man.
Logan nodded, looking sad, "Yeah. What happened to him…I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy." Kitty nodded.
"You love him." It wasn't a questioned.
Kitty sighed, "Yes. I love him more than life."
Logan sighed and squeezed her shoulder, "Everything'll be alright."
Kitty nodded and gave the older man a thankful smile.
"Thank you."
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Kurt stumbled through the rows and rows of grave markers, trying to find the two that he knew by heart. Finally, he came to the back of the cemetery. Two marble markers rested in the ground, bearing two familiar names.
Duke William Creed
1628-1674
Beloved father, husband and son.
"To give your life for someone means more than giving gold."
Duchess Vivian May Creed
1630-1674
Beloved mother, wife and daughter.
"I love because it is what I was meant to do."
Kurt choked on a sob that caught in his throat as he traced the names of his parents.
"Please...please help me. I don't know what to do." He sobbed, gripping the grass in a death hold. "I love her, but I can't hurt her. I will hurt her. Please mother, father, help me..." he trailed off as he continued to cry.
"Boo hoo, boo hoo, the baby misses his parents does he?" the mocking voice was deep and painfully familiar.
Kurt growled, "What do you want Victor?" He turned. Victor didn't look any different than Kurt had suspected he would look. Still broad jawed, thick eye browed and a long mane of burnt gold hair. Cold black eyes looked out at him as he smirked at the young man.
"Aw, you know I thought you'd be happier to see me."
Kurt scoffed, "I'll enjoy seeing you when hell freezes over."
Victor came and sat cross legged beside the blue demon, "Is that any way to treat your older brother?"
Kurt whipped his head around, glaring at the older man, golden eyes glowing angrily, "Only by blood, Victor, but you are not my brother." He stood with a fluid grace that was unreachable by humans and started walking away, his long cloak billowing out behind him.
"Don't you want to know what happened to them?" Victor asked calmly.
Kurt stopped, "What happened to who?"
Victor smirked, "Why, Elizabeth and our little nephew of course."
Kurt turned, hiding the worry that rose inside him.
"Don't you want to know what their last words were?"
Kurt bared his fangs, "What did you do Victor?"
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A/N: Sorry for the cliff hanger, but I couldn't resist. If you review, I'll update faster though.
Hey guys, this is Knight, posting for Shadow. It just came to her attention that some jack-ass put her picture up on facebook without her permission (and as we all know, that's against the law) So, yeah, she will be unable to talk for the foreseeable future (She's really upset). If you have any questions, send a PM and I'll reply for her (nothing personal please).
Peace!
