Chapter 11
I'm back! Ok so if you guys didn't already know I am continuing three of yaoilover1013's fics as he/she has abandoned them due to personal reasons so as the devoted fanfictioner I am (I know I'm so modest aren't I? ;) ) so I asked and he/she said yes so here I am! I will be continuing Bring Me Pleasure, My Siren, Good Things Come For Those Who Wait and The Blood That Sings To Me (I'll post that as it is and write the sequel). On other news TheDarkSideOfVenus and I have posted our fic and are currently working on the third chapter. Ok, my little babble's over so you can actually read the next chapter now!
"I'm a prince."
Kurt felt the breath leave his lungs as he stood there with his mouth open, gaping like a goldfish.
It took 5 minutes for Kurt to find his voice again; just enough time for Blaine to start internally freaking out.
"...Kurt?" Blaine whispered, scared that if he made to much noise or moved, that Kurt would run away screaming.
"How?" Kurt whispered back "Why? What does this mean for us?" He was on the verge of tears when Blaine answered.
"Oh sweetheart! This doesn't have to mean anything for us! It won't mean anything for us! If anything it means that there is more protection on you now-"
The slap echoed through the classroom like a gunshot.
"How could you?! How could you stand there, seeing what he did to me, and doing nothing?! How-" Kurt's voice faded in to uncontrollable sobs as Blaine's dead heart shattered.
"I had no choice. I swear to you Kurt, if I could have come to you anytime before I did, I would have. There is so much I have to explain to you, and I promise you, once I've sorted all the paperwork out and I've cleared everything with Bunic, I can tell you everything. I swear I will get you out of this hellhole, if it's the last thing I do." He promised quietly, staring into the glazs pools, that seemed to take his breath away every time he looked into them.
"What do you mean?" Kurt asked quietly, his voice gravelly from crying.
"Bunic-my grandfather- is Vladimir Tepes. I trust you've heard of him?" Blaine stared into Kurt's eyes, searching for any shadow of fear, or any desire to run away "Before you say anything, I just need to say that if you can't handle any of this, or if you feel like you can't take it anymore, tell me now, b-because I-I don't think I can l-let you go. Ever. But I can't...deal with you suddenly leaving me. I want you to know now that, y-you have the power to break me. Completely and utterly. I need to know now if you can't deal with being with me anymore, so I can harden my heart, so I can sever myself from reality and abdicate from the position of being the next Dracul. Ok? Kurt? KURT?!"
Kurt's eyes were glassy and unfocused, he was staring at the busy student body walking along the corridor, the web of panic and anxiety he had tangled himself in reverting him to a mindless, soulless killing machine. Simply put letting his mind give in to its primal nature. Hunt. Kill. Feed.
"Baby, listen to me. You don't want this. If you want to feed-bite me." Blaine whispered the last part, knowing that if Kurt didn't snap out of it, then he could be lost forever, and could kill someone-himself included.
He breathed a sigh of relief as Kurt's eyes cleared, but quickly held it again as Kurt's eyes changed to a deep red.
"Blaine. Take me away from here. From all of this. Please. But you have got to explain all of this to me. And why I need you right now." Kurt firmly demanded, looking at Blaine with a gaze so heated that, even though it was completely inappropriate, it sparked a fire in Blaine's belly.
"Of course my love."
And with that Blaine crashed their lips together and sped them towards Dalton. Towards home.
The End.
Only joking! So if you guys didn't already know Bunic means grandfather in Romanian and for future reference nepot means grandson in Romanian and for those people who have been living under a rock - or just don't know that much about vampires, Vladimir Tepes was the person who was named Dracula and where the myth comes from. If you want to search it up then search up Vlad the Impaler. Review if can as they make me smile, or in the other case, make me strive to improve.
