A/N: This chapter contains a lot of graphic violence, just a word of warning...Enjoy!
How the hell did I get here?
I asked myself when I was finally pressed into the corner of the room, drink in hand, observing everyone that went by to get refills from the bar, or watching all the bodies pressed together in poor attempts of dancing in their drunken states.
I tapped my foot along to the beat of the band that was playing, sipping my drink quietly, on my own. I waited oh-so-patiently for Blaine's band to come on stage. It wasn't difficult getting to the club, it was the same one we had all gone to before where I'd first seen Blaine perform, and my dad thought I was sleeping over at Mercedes' house; I hated lying to him, but I had to do this. I probably shouldn't even be here, but I'd made a promise to myself, I needed to find out what Blaine was hiding.
Finally, the last song finished and the Dalton Warbler Rejects were introduced, and I noticed Melissa, Louise and Nicole jumping and squealing at the front again. Ricky introduced them again, like he had before the show, but I didn't get a glimpse of Blaine until nearly halfway into their first song where he'd hid himself at the back, head hanging down just staring at his fingers moving against the frets of his guitar.
I wanted to go to the front with the girls and scream and wave, try and get him to notice me, but I didn't. That would be too far. I just watched until the song finished, and hoped to hear Blaine's flawless voice.
Ricky looked back at Blaine after their second song, waiting for him to make eye contact and then nodding his head in direction to the mic at the front where he'd just sang the first two numbers, but Blaine just shook his head and stepped back again. I frowned but continued to watch until they introduced the next band, and I watched the boys exit the stage, each one but Blaine falling straight into their girlfriends' arms.
XOXO
I had hung around inside for a little longer, sticking to the corner until I finally risked going outside, where I'd watched the boys go. It was a different exit from last time, near the back of the club somewhere, where it looked like no one ever went.
I followed cautiously, and raised myself onto my tiptoes when I heard voices coming from around the corner. I had a small sense of déjà vu when I heard kicks against gravel as I had the first night. I poked my head round the corner and saw the four boys, all hunched around something that was leaning against the brick wall. Blaine was in the centre, I saw his leg kick forward and heard a whine escape, it was then I noticed the boy on the floor.
"We've been here before, haven't we, O'Connor?" that was Blaine's voice, but who the hell was O'Connor? "And what did I tell you last time, eh? Do you remember?" O'Connor broke off Blaine's sentence with a whine when Sean hoisted him up and slammed his back against the wall, and I got my first glimpse of him.
The boy was medium height, just taller than Blaine, and well built, I recognised him immediately, he was from that 'rival band' of Blaine's that were playing that first night at the club. All of the boys' heads had turned to each other with dark looks in their eyes; I remember seeing Blaine's which were way past hatred for the band. The boy had jet black hair, and was dressed in a simple dark pair of jeans and a sleeveless top. He was muscle-y, no doubt about it, but nowhere near as strong as Blaine looked, I'd seen those muscles in his biceps and stomach roll with each movement at school, saw his abs tensing through the rips in his shirt, or his muscles stretching when he dropped his pen by accident and leant over to pick it up...
"I said-" Blaine paused, accenting his question with a punch to O'Connor's gut. "Do you remember?"
He grunted and choked out a weak "yes"
"What did I tell you to do, Calvin? I told you to fucking stay away from him" Blaine snarled, pressing his forearm forward against Calvin's neck. I'd only ever seen him like this once, when he was beating Karofsky, but even then, the look in his eyes wasn't nearly as terrifying as the one that was there now. His eyes were black. Entirely black. It was as if his pupils had stretched over the whole expanse of his eyeball and he looked possessed. They all did, even, O'Connor.
I was frozen with fear, I wanted to run and scream but I couldn't move at all, and they could probably see me from here if one of them turned. But I was silent.
"I didn't touch your fucking faggy boyfriend!" O'Connor spat in Blaine's face, which earned him a hard kick from Miko whilst Blaine stood back, wiping his face with disgust, until he shot forward again, his hands pinning him back to the wall by his collarbone. "Don't fucking spit on me, I can kill you in a second, you know that." Blaine said lowly and darkly, and O'Connor visibly shrunk back against the wall which the boys noticed and smirked.
"Good boy" Sean mocked with his deep voice, O'Connor lifted his head and scowled at him weakly before dropping it again.
I felt sorry for him, and winced as another hard kick to his shin made him slide down the wall slightly, how could he take all of this pain? And why the hell was Blaine inflicting it! I tried to figure out who they were talking about; it seemed that Blaine had a boyfriend now. I almost sighed at that, but I knew they would probably hear me.
"Shut up Cosgrave" Calvin protested weakly, staring at Sean. So there's one name, Sean Cosgrave.
"I believed I asked you a question" Blaine sighed impatiently, stepping back and letting Miko surge forward to take his place, pinning him against the wall as Blaine had before. Blaine leant against the opposite wall, in perfect seeing distance of me if he just turned his head. He picked at his nails lazily and sighed again. "What a shame, you might have to die tonight O'connor" he said, flicking his nails again, that bored look was imprinted on his face, the same one that he had when he was fighting Karofsky.
O'connor shrieked out at that, fighting against Miko's and Ricky's hold."You can't do that! The treaty says-"
"Oh I know what the treaty says" Blaine interrupted, "Are you not familiar with article 13?"
I saw Calvin try to remember desperately, eyes darting around, eyebrows furrowed.
Blaine chuckled darkly, stepping forward, his hand fumbling with something in the pocket of his leather jacket.
Miko provided him with the information after a minute, "when one is under the influence of true love, no other may interfere or claim one's lover. One has the right to do what they please to the criminal at hand if they disobey this rule, whether that be a rightfully earned death or a mild punishment."
"Oh" Calvin realised, his face turning white, before protesting. "But I didn't touch him!"
"But you want him, don't you?" Blaine was face to face with him now, pressing his forearm against his throat. "You want him so bad. And he's mine. You tell everyone you have a girlfriend, I don't believe it for a second." He hissed into his ear, the sound echoing off the walls. "You saw him here at the club that night didn't you? I could almost read your mind; you wanted to jump over everyone, and rip him from my arms, didn't you, Calvin?"
Wait, what? Was Blaine talking about me? His voice scared me as he pressed his forearm down harder against O'Connor's neck, with any more force it would probably snap, and Calvin was fighting for breath. His hands desperately clinging to Blaine's sleeve, his nails digging into the flesh of his arm as he tried to push it away..
"You just want his soul don't you? Because it's so pure and perfect. You'll never have him."
"That's t-he onl-y reason yo-u want him!" Calvin struggled and Blaine loosed his arm slightly, intrigued.
"What?" he spat.
"That's the only reason you want him isn't it! You'll kill him! You'll kill him after two days, you don't love him"
Blaine laughed hysterically at this, the others joining in while Calvin remained quiet.
"Are you fucking kidding me? You really are delirious O'Connor."
"And blind" Ricky supplied with a shrug.
"You didn't stop me though." Calvin shouted. "You didn't stop me when I watched his house each night," he said in a silky possessive voice. "All I could think about is how perfect and tight he must be, fucking little virgin, I could make him scream, rape him until he cries and then take his soul in an instant, leave him writhing in pain and no one would miss him"
That was it. Blaine rushed forward, slamming his whole body into Calvin's. Replacing his forearm with a large knife from his jacket pocket, pressing it harshly against O'Connor's throat.
"I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you!" He screamed, hysterically. Ricky pressed a reassuring hand onto Blaine's shoulder, restraining him slightly, which Blaine just shoved off and balanced the tip of the sharp knife just under Calvin's Adams apple. He traced the point of the knife around the bottom of it in a semi-circle, "What would be the best way to do it, eh? Should I do it slowly? Torture you some more? How about I cut this out" he traced around Calvin's Adams apple again, pressing the flat of the blade into the skin of his throat. "Would you be able to scream then, Calvin?"
I felt sick; I didn't want to watch this. I felt a tear fall down my face, but I still couldn't move, I put a hand over my mouth to muffle the sobs that began to wrack my body. I watched them all, their backs to me, how could they all just stand back and watch Blaine do this? I tried to move, my foot scraping against the gravel.
Suddenly, they all turned, other than Blaine and Calvin. Ricky's eyes widened with recognition first, his black pupils shrinking slightly in the process, before the others realised too.
"Um, boss? We have company" Sean turned back to Blaine who was on the verge of slashing Calvin's throat. Blaine didn't turn, he just brought the knife back, ready to bring it down and slice O'Connor's throat.
"Just kill them," Blaine said, emotionless. "But do it quietly, I wanna hear this bastard's screams when I'm taking his soul from his worthless being." He tightened his fist which was gripping Calvin's shirt, holding him up against the wall.
"Um boss, I don't think you'd be happy if we did" Miko said warningly, and Blaine sighed impatiently, snapping his head around.
Our eyes met, his black pupils shrinking immediately, his eyes followed the tear tracks down my face as he let go of Calvin's shirt, dropping him on the ground where he slid down the wall with an exhausted groan, he had a deep cut above his eyebrow where Blaine had impatiently slashed him with the knife, and blood was spurting down his face. Blaine's expression was pained, his knees visibly buckled, but he kept himself upright, bracing an arm against the wall.
"Kurt" he whispered, so brokenly, and almost fell to the floor. Sean and Miko took one of his arms each, holding him up while he looked like he so desperately wanted to cry, but physically couldn't, it was bizarre.
Ricky stood in front of him then, blocking his line of vision, he was staring right through him though, his eyes fixed on me. Ricky pulled up his eyelids, examining his eyes, which had shrunk back to normal size. He shook his head and sighed. "You're too weak now Blaine. You can't fight. Go. We'll take care of O'Connor." He ordered, and Blaine was strong enough to stand on his own now, moving cautiously towards me. I was vaguely aware of the others dragging Calvin away behind him, but we just stared at each other, I couldn't stop the tears, they just kept coming.
He was right in front of me now, and he was the exact same Blaine as before. My Blaine. The one that I fell in love with. Wait, what? Love?
Another sob shook my body and his face twisted with pain, fisting his hands into his curls before he snapped, punching his fist against the brick wall, his skin catching, breaking and bleeding as he punched harder. I couldn't stand to see him like this, he was filled with rage, but so upset, he was hysterical, sobbing although no tears would come out.
"Blaine" I said quietly, willing him to stop, but he just continued hurting himself. "Blaine!" I said with more volume, too afraid to touch him, but regardless, I moved forward and pulled him away from the wall, he still tried to punch harder, but his knuckles were soaked with blood, dropping everywhere, including all over his clothes.
He took one look at me and then fell into my arms, sobbing and pleading. I just wrapped my arms around him, rubbing my hands against the smooth leather of his jacket on his back, while he spoke and rambled senselessly into my shoulder.
"Shh, Blaine" I soothed him further, his face pressed into my shoulder, fists clenched together around my neck. I felt a liquid drip onto my shirt all down my back, and realised it was blood, but for once I couldn't care less. I would ruin all of my clothes for Blaine, and wow did I really just say that?
Our sobs died down after a while and we just stood in each other's embrace, I was getting closer to finding out about Blaine Anderson. My skin was tingling with a mix of curiosity and fear, the burn urged me to explode with questions, but I was sure the answers were about to come on their own from how Blaine was looking at me now. He dropped his head onto my shoulder again, we stood in our own little broken world, while the cold wind slapped harshly against revealed skin.
I was surrounded by Blaine's scent, and the musky smell of his blood, but I didn't care. I didn't care about anything as long as I was with him. I should be angry with him, I should be pushing him away and screaming at him because how could he do that? He almost killed a boy tonight. He probably would have had I not intervened. I should hate him, I should want to never see his face again, but my blood just pulsed with even more desire to find out about this boy.
XOXO
We were silent for a long time. The only sound I could hear was the long grass whipping around manically in the wind, and the distant sound of cars accelerating from the road across the field. I didn't have a clue where we were, but we'd just climbed into my car without a word and driven in silence until we found somewhere. And somewhere came in the form of an abandoned park.
We sat on the edge of a small mound, knees brought up to our chests in similar positions, both our teeth chattering from the cold, but neither of us cared. We just stared at the starry sky, willing and waiting on the other to speak.
"Just tell me why, Blaine." I said at last, finally breaking the silence, my voice was so quiet I thought Blaine hadn't heard me, and that the sound was lost in the wind that was whistling eerily now.
He looked at me with that same pained expression, "What do you want to know?"
I paused for a second, biting my lip. "Start from the beginning." I shrugged.
He sighed shakily, resting his head on his knees and fisting his fingers into his curls banging his forehead against his knees a couple of times "It's not that simple" he sobbed, "I really wish it was, Kurt, and i- I want to, I need you to kn- I really, really want to just come out with everything but I just...can't"
"Why, Blaine! You almost killed a boy tonight! That's murder! And you could have gone to jail so I need answers, you can't just say all of those things about souls and me being 'yours' and expect me not to question it" I snapped, and he looked up with insane force, his eyes widened.
"How much of that conversation did you actually hear?"
I clenched my teeth. "A lot"
Blaine groaned again, his hands returning to their favourite place, matted in his hair as he tugged tightly and harshly.
"Blaine" I said quietly, trying to reassure him, "Blaine, I won't tell anyone, whatever it is"
He looked up questioningly and then narrowed his eyes faintly "How do I know you aren't lying?"
"Seriously?" I raised an eye brow, giving him my famous bitch glare, which he sunk back to,
"Okay, okay" he turned to me then, wincing, and crossing his legs. "so what uh-what is it you- urm, want to know?"
"Just...explain."
"Explain what! There's so much to fucking explain!" He stood and began pacing, gesticulating wildly with a humourless laugh.
"Woah okay, okay Blaine, chill" I tugged on his jeans leg to get his attention, "come here, sit down"
He obeyed immediately, as if he was trained as some sort of dog, he came collapsing down next to me, lying down and propping himself up on his elbow, similar as to how he had done in the meadow behind the den when we'd first kissed. I lay down next to him in the same position, and he shuffled closer, threading the fingers of his free hand into my hair behind my head gently, applying the softest of pressures. He brought his thumb around to stroke along my jaw line and up my cheek as I just surrendered to his touch. It was so soothing, I'd almost forgotten about everything that had happened previously that night.
"How are you so impeccably flawless?" he sighed, "you don't even notice you're doing it you jus- I can't, you're so perfect" he paused, lifting his gaze to mine, "So pure" he sighed.
Somehow I managed to hold in the massive amount of celebratory screaming and dancing I wanted to do and recalled a previous memory instead. "A pure soul?" I questioned, tilting my head sideways.
He looked down, looking quite ashamed until he nodded slowly; "Yes" he moved his thumb to smooth out the confusion lines on my forehead, pressing at the dent between my eyebrows until I relaxed and it disappeared.
"W-what does...that mean?" I was suddenly nervous. Nervous because Blaine seemed to be willing enough to confess.
"It means..." he groaned again, which he seemed to be doing a lot, he ran his calloused palm over his face, soothing his forehead before dropping it and reaching for my free hand, tangling our fingers together which got my heart racing immediately. He looked like he was about to continue but then cocked his head to the side as though he was listening to something. After a minute or so he chuckled, and pressed our hands to my heart. "Are you anxious?" he asked, smiling with affection.
"uhm..."
"Your heart is beating at 100 miles an hour, I can hear it" he winked and I laughed nervously, wondering how the hell he could 'hear my heart' when all I could hear is the wind and the trees rustling and swooping together.
"You were saying?" I pressed.
"A pure soul..." he licked his lips as if in hunger or pure contentment. "Is what we most desire. It's-I...
factors can affect it, such as beauty," he paused to stroke my cheek with our hands, "intelligence, virtue, behaviour or virginity" he almost blushed at the last one, but kept his eyes on mine.
"So...I have a pure soul?", he nodded. "So...what does that mean?"
"It means, you have a pure soul...?" he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, but a small smile was on his lips. I shoved him playfully and it broke out into a grin.
"Shut up you! Stop avoiding the question!"
"Be more specific" he grinned wholeheartedly.
"Why is that important? Why were you talking about it? And what was that part about...um, Calvin...watching me?" He visibly shook and his pupils dilated slightly, which was a motion I had began to fear, his face was pure disgust and hatred.
"He wants you" he uttered, "it's because of your soul and- he, he wants to get to me, he knows how I feel about you" his eyes were fixated on a patch of grass that he was ripping at wildly with his other hand.
I hummed in understanding but tried to push further. "Well I'd never date him anyway"
"It's not dating" he said quickly, and then realised he probably shouldn't have said it.
"What is it then?"
"He, I-Ugh, I can't tell you. This is why it's...tricky."
"Why? I don't understand Blaine, why can't you tell me?"
"Well I-I can, it's just...you'll... hate me"
I almost laughed at this. I love you, you stupid boy! "Blaine, that's ridiculous."
He looked so pained I wondered whether someone had snuck up behind him and stabbed him or something. He let out a shaky breath turning back to me. His eyes were black. "I'm a monster, Kurt" his voice had deepened, he sounded like an old man, and he crept towards me on his hands and knees, jaw slack.
My eyes widened, he was looking at me like I was some sort of prey he was ready to pounce on.
In a flash of movement he was right next to me, breathing down my collar, lips next to my ear. "I want you, Kurt" he whispered, making me shudder, I couldn't tell whether it was from the cold or from Blaine's words. "I want you so bad" he pressed his lips along my jaw, trailing downwards until our lips met and I felt fireworks. Blaine was such a different kisser than before, he was rougher, more teeth and tongue than before. He sunk his teeth into my bottom lip, drawing blood, and moaned while I whimpered. I wanted him too, of course I did. But not like this.
I tried to pull away, but Blaine pinned me down on the grass, pressing his lips more consistently to my neck, sinking his teeth in and sucking a bruise in its place. "Blaine" I tried to sound stern, but it came out breathy and weak. I shoved lightly at his shoulder but he was so strong it was physically possible to move him.
"Blaine, please...stop!"
"I can tell that you want me Kurt, you're so pure, you're practically begging for it"
"I'm so wha-pure?-Blaine! Stop it!"
I managed to hold his shoulders back at last, and I stared into his eyes, watching his pupils shrink and him fall lifeless to the ground again.
He lay staring at the sky for a while, completely peaceful, whilst I sat next to him, in shock from what had just happened. He eventually snapped out of it, and sat up abruptly, "Shit, K-Kurt I, fuck, it's the same as last time with, on the- on the bike! But, I was okay then...I could...restrain myself, but now I just, and then I- FUCK"
He fisted his hair again, rocking into himself; I looked back to him, he was staring at me, eyes brimming with tears unable to fall. "I really, really care about you, Kurt."
Those damn annoying butterflies returned and I turned into a pile of mushy insides, heart thumping erratically through it all.
"I don't want to hurt you" he whispered in a small broken voice, that of which sounded like a young child, afraid of some sort of monster, but as Blaine had said before, the monster was himself.
I still didn't understand, but I willed to. I needed to know.
"Blaine?"
He lifted his head, still depressed and lonesome, "Yes?"
I took a deep breath, "Tell me." I didn't need to elaborate, we both knew what I was asking for. An explanation. A summary, I needed a word, just one to describe Blaine; one that I hadn't been able to label him with before. He stared at me long and hard, a mask of deep concentration.
"I am a son of Lucifer" he said, so confident and well rehearsed he looked like he'd said it a thousand times before. "I'm evil in the form of a human, Kurt" he turned his palms facing upwards, clenching his fingers and then looked back towards me, just as thunder clapped across the sky, lightning bolts illuminating the contours of his face, his jaw hanging open slightly askew, eyes hard and cold. "I'm a demon."
XOXO
Rain began to pour. Blaine was sheltering me, I'm sure he was. I couldn't even make sense of what was happening. I'd laughed it off, "oh yeah, of course you're a lifeless soul sucking demon, Blaine, now stop avoiding the question, yet again, and tell me the truth" he'd remained silent. I felt my shirt stick to my skin, it felt like a second layer of skin, at least the rain was warm as it padded harshly against my back. I hadn't said anything since, neither of us had.
I didn't believe him. Of course I didn't. Does he think I'm stupid?
I kept begging him to take it back, say it was all just a cruel joke. He didn't.
I told him to stop messing around, but then I remembered something.
Remembered the way he looked at me that day on the motorbike, so hungry yet lifeless and bored as he pinned me back against it, his eyes engulfed with darkness. I remembered his fight with David, he didn't even realise how harshly he was throwing him around, shoving his skin into sharp metal corners. He didn't know how much pain or violence or anger he was inflicting on him. I remembered Calvin. He was talking about watching me, and boasting; "I could take his soul in an instant, leave him writhing in pain and no one would miss him" I remembered how dark Blaine's eyes had been when he'd pressed the knife against O'Connor's throat.
Things started to piece together, but none of it made sense.
"Kurt, Kurt listen to me-please, don't be upset. You are my world now, you're my everything, don't hate me, I couldn't stand it. Kurt-" he'd pleaded.
"Get away from me! I don't believe you! How could you say such a fucking demented thing!" I'd screamed at him in return, smashing my fists against his chest, "So what now? You-you take souls? Is that it? What the fuck!" I'd screamed and swore a lot, and a part of me didn't want to believe it, but my whole being knew that this was what I'd been dying to know ever since I'd met Blaine Anderson.
"Kurt please, please. Don't leave me, please, Ku-I, I can't live without you" he was even more hysterical than he had been after he'd noticed me watching him, after he'd almost killed o'connor.
"You can't live either way though," I laughed humourlessly. "Can you, Blaine? You're lifeless" I continued to laugh harshly, though he just looked confused. "What?" he asked in a high voice, completely perplexed. "of course I'm
Everything was just replaying in my mind, everything. It was as if someone had turned on 20 different speakers on in my brain and blasted 20 different songs at full volume, all screaming over each other.
"What are you then? Because you definitely aren't human!" I laughed again, he mostly just looked puzzled. I was hysterical.
"I'm human, Kurt, a demon has imprisoned itself inside my body! It's like a parasite! I can't control it, it's just something I have to live with. I'm still me!"
Right about then was where I broke down. I'm pretty sure the tears were streaming down my face faster than the rain was pelting down on us.
It all made sense, and all of my questions had been answered. So why was I upset? Shouldn't I be happy?
Happy knowing that the boy I was close to being in love with was half human, half soul-sucking parasite? A murderer? A monster?
It was true. It was all true. But that didn't mean I had to believe it.
A/N: So there it is! You finally know! I have to admit, it has been fun trying to lead you down the paths of believing Blaine was different creatures like werewolves, vampires, other supernatural beings etc...It's been interesting to read your ideas and thoughts in reviews.
I'll update soon, please let me know what you thought! I'm dying to hear it! Hope you enjoyed the chapter! If you have any questions about Blaine's 'being' then let me know, I'm sure I can try and weave them into the next chapter or just reply to them myself
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