Wow I can't believe we are at the end of the story and it didn't even take me that long to write. So I hope everyone will love this chapter and thanks again to everyone for giving me the motivating to write. Happy reading :-)
Chapter 14
The King and Queen stood on either side of Kurt like sentinels as they escorted him back to his new room. Kurt stumbled along between them, and would have fallen more than once had one hand not rested on the King's arm. "Such a strange wedding," the king murmured. "Yes, a very strange wedding indeed," the queen agreed, then began to walk a bit more briskly. "Come along." She turned the corner leading to the honeymoon suite, leaving the king and Kurt alone.
Kurt kissed the king's cheek gently and he smiled at him, eyes lit up with surprise. "What was that for?" he question, patting his hand lightly, his head tilted as he waited for her answer. "Because you've always been so kind to me," Kurt whispered. "And I won't be seeing you again since I'm killing myself once we reach the honeymoon suite." The King nodded absently as he spoke, then led Kurt on down the hallway. "Isn't that nice," he muttered, then patted his hand once again. He smiled down at him, then called ahead to the queen. "He kissed me!"
The chase was still on as Mike tore down the hallways after Count Puck, the quick thud of his boots echoing against the stone walls. Eventually even Count Puck made a wrong turn and ended up in a room with no exit. He whirled to face the door and flung a thick silver dagger into Mike's stomach when he barreled into the room in pursuit.
Mike collapsed back against the wall, one hand gripping the hilt of the dagger tightly. His own blood began to spill over his pale fingertips, and his lips worked silently for a moment before he could force the words out.
"I'm sorry, father," he breathed, wincing at the pain radiating throughout his body. "You must be that little Asian brat I taught a lesson to all those years ago," Count Puck mused. "Simply incredible. You've been tracing me your whole life, only to fail now? I think that's the worst thing I ever heard. How marvelous." He began to walk towards Mike slowly, laughter ringing out to fill the room.
Kurt carefully shut the door to the honeymoon suite, leaving the King and the Queen outside in the hallway. He still could not believe that his Blaine had not come to rescue him in time. This was beyond belief and his mind refused to accept that he was now married to Prince Sebastian.
He slowly carried himself across the room until he sunk onto the stool in front of his low desk. Carefully he lifted the plainly carved wooden box from the corner and placed it in front of himself, opening it slowly, and lifting out the long silver knife. His fingers traced over the pearl hilt, and then he pressed the tip to his chest, preparing to plunge the knife deep into his heart. He closed his eyes.
Suddenly Blaine's voice filled the room though he spoke quietly. Kurt's eyes quickly flew open and he head jerked around and he gasped when he saw Blaine's body lying across his white bed. He dropped the knife "Blaine! Oh Blaine, darling," and darted across the space separating them, then flung himself on top of Blaine and pressed kisses to his cheeks, his forehead, his throat, while his hands cupped his face.
Blaine did his best to return the kisses, but couldn't wrap his arms around Kurt, as he was to weak "Blaine, why won't you hold me?" "Gently," was the only reply he got and Kurt kept on placing sweet kisses on his face, and his hands sliding through his dark, curly hair. "At a time like this, that is all you can think to say?" he questioned, pressing another quick kiss to his lips. "'Gently?'" he lifted his head to better reach his throat. "Gently," Blaine cried out softly when Kurt released him and his head slammed against the wooden headboard, sending bright lights dancing in front of his eyes for a moment.
Mike slowly drew the dagger out of his stomach, hissing as the pain flared up worse than before. He pressed one hand back against the still bloody wound and began to push himself to his feet once more. Count Puck watched his struggles, amusement and surprise registering in his eyes.
"Good heavens, are you still trying to win?" he asked incredulously. He began to move forwards toward the injured man. "You've got an overdeveloped sense of vengeance. It's going to get you into trouble some day."
He lunged forward, trying to stab his sword into Mike's heart, but Mike managed to get his own blade in the way and deflected the blow so that it only hit one arm. Blood began to seep through the pale cloth of his shirt. Count Puck tried again, and once again the blow was deflected, the tip of his sword piercing Mike's other arm.
Their blades met in a quick flurry of blows, sending sparks into the air, then Mike shoved Count Puck away and pushed himself off of the wall. His steps were shaky, but filled with determination, as was his voice.
"Hello. My name is Mike Chang. You killed my father. Prepare to die."
Mike fell onto the table after he spoke and remained face down for a moment before pushing himself back to his feet and blocking yet another flurry of blows from Count Puck's sword. "Hello. My name is Mike Chang. You killed my father. Prepare to die." Count Rayne swung wildly at Mike's head, putting all his strength behind the blow, but still the other man deflected it easily. Mike's sword flashed in the light as he drove against each of Count Puck's attacks, then knocked the other man's sword out of his hands and whirled to take the offensive. His voice gained power and he screamed the words into the room as he approached the other man, each word louder than the one before it. "Hello. My name is Mike Chang. You killed my father. Prepare to die!"
Count Puck managed to grab his sword again, but had to back up to avoid the tip of Mike's sword. His face twisted with hatred as Mike's words filled the air again and he couldn't stop himself from crying out this time. "Stop saying that!" Count Puck demanded angrily, swing his sword wildly once more. Once more Mike knocked the Count's blow away, but this time flung his own sword forward, aiming at the Count. He plunged his sword into Count Puck's right arm, drawing a quick burst of blood.
"Hello! My name is Mike Chang! You killed my father! Prepare to die!" he screamed as he jerked his sword out of the man's arm. Their swords bit deep into each other; metal against metal, but Mike continued to force Count Puck back, slamming his sword into his left arm, more drops of blood spilling onto the floor. Mike flung Count Puck back against a table, then slashed his cheek, leaving a thick line of blood that would heal into a scar matching Mike's own. "Offer me money," he ordered.
"All that I have and more," Count Puck strangled out. Mike ignored him and slashed the other cheek, sending blood spilling down Count Puck's cheek and past his perfect lips. "Offer me anything I ask for," Mike ordered, stepping back away from the bleeding man. Count Puck's eyes flared wide, but he forced the words out.
"Anything you want," he muttered, then lunged forward, swinging at Mike's head. Mike caught his arm easily, holding his sword out of the way, then plunged his own sword deep into the Count's body. "I want my father back you son of a bitch," he ground out as his sword tore through muscle and bone alike. Count Puck collapsed slowly the floor, leaving Mike alone with his victory and the silence.
"Oh Blaine, will you ever forgive me?" Kurt gasped out, almost unable to speak with his pleasure at seeing Blaine there, alive. His hands continued to trace over his body, assuring himself that he was there, that he was real.
"What hideous sin have you committed lately?" Blaine asked calmly.
"I got married," Kurt's lower lip trembled, but he sniffed, forcing the tears away. "I didn't want to. It all happened so fast." "It never happened," Blaine told him gently, lips twisted into a serious look. "What?!" Kurt leaned back a bit, gazing down into his face from her spot stretched along his body.
"It never happened," Blaine repeated himself, lips drifting into a reassuring smile. Kurt smiled back, then frowned and shook his head slightly.
"But it did! I was there. . .and that old man said man and wife." "Did you say I do?" Blaine whispered, that soft smile still in place. "Well. . .no. WE sort of skipped that part," he replied, frowning slightly. The entire ceremony was a blur of emotions and loud clanging sounds that had filled the room from outside. "Then you're not married," Blaine reasoned. "You didn't say it, you didn't do it. Wouldn't you agree, your highness?" Kurt's head jerked around and he gasped when he saw Prince Sebastian standing in the doorway.
"A technicality that will be shortly remedied," he snapped, jerking his sword from its ornate gold sheath at his side. "But first things first. To the death!" He lurched forward, aiming his sword at the fallen man, but Blaine's firm voice stopped him. "No! To the pain," he snapped. Prince Sebastian tilted his head, gazing at Blaine, his brows twisted in confusion. "I don't believe I am quite familiar with that phrase." Blaine's gaze settled on Prince Sebastian's face, but no emotion shown across his expression. "I'll explain, and I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand. You-wart-hog-faced-buffoon!"
Prince Sebastian's eyes widened and he winced at the harsh words, unable to believe that this was really happening. "That may be the first time in my life a man has dared to insult me," he gurgled out. "It won't be the last," Blaine stated calmly, then continued on with his explanation. "To the pain means the first thing you lose will be your feet, below the ankles, then your hands, below the wrists. Next, your nose." Sebastian huffed in annoyance "Then my tongue, I suppose?" he drawled. "I killed you too quickly the last time, a mistake a don't intend to duplicate tonight." He stepped forward once more, sword lifted high, but once again Angel's words stopped him.
"I wasn't finished!" he snapped. "The next thing you lose will be your left eye, followed by your right." When he paused for a breath of air, Prince Sebastian surged ahead with his sarcastic words once more. "And them my ears, I get it, I get it," he whined. "Let's just get on with this." "Wrong!" Blaine cried out triumphantly. "Your ears you keep, and I'll tell you why; so that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness is yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman that cries out, 'dear god what is that thing!' will echo in your perfect ears. That is what to the pain means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever."
Prince Sebastian shuddered, but tried to drag the last shards of his self-confidence around him. "I think you're bluffing." Blaine raised his eyebrows "It's possible, pig," Blaine said calmly. "I might be bluffing. It's conceivable you miserable vomitous mass, I'm only lying here because I lack the strength to stand. Then again, perhaps I have the strength to stand after all." Slowly Blaine began to lift himself off of the bed, eyes still firmly locked on Prince Sebastian's horrified face. He lifted his sword in one hand and pointed it directly at Prince Sebastian's body, much to the royalty's dismay.
"Drop your sword," Blaine ground out. Immediately the Prince's sword clattered to the ground and he gripped the sides of his cloak, willing himself to disappear into it. "Sit!" Prince Sebastian fell into a nearby chair, shaking so hard he had to clench his hands into fists to hide the movement. He couldn't take his eyes off of Blaine's sword. "Tie him up," Blaine told Kurt. "Make it as tight as you like." Kurt grabbed a thick length of rope and began to tie it around Sebastian's hands.
Blaine watched the proceedings with much interest, but before he could comment on it, Mike burst into the room. "Where's Sam?" he panted, trying to catch his breath from the long run around the castle. One hand remained pressed to the knife wound on his stomach, but Blaine ignored the blood staining his clothing. "I thought he was with you," Blaine said, then shrugged. "In that case. . ." he started to move forward to Mike's side, but suddenly started to collapse. He caught himself on the wooden chest at the end of the bed, and Mike motioned to Kurt. "Help him" he told him. Kurt hurried to Blaine's side, but couldn't stop the quick frown. "Why does Blaine need helping?" he asked as he slid one arm around his waist to help hold him up.
"Because he has no bloody strength," Mike explained as if it were the simplest answer in the entire world. Prince Sebastian bounced, sending the chair up and down a tiny amount with his pleasure. "Ha!" he bellowed. "I knew you were bluffing. I knew he was. . ." he stopped when Mike's sword brushed his cheek. "Shall I dispatch him for you?" Mike asked, eyes alight with a new lust for blood. So much had been spilled tonight that his killing appetite had been whetted and he wanted more. "Thank you, but no," Blaine smiled at his new friend. "Whatever happens to us, I want him to live a long life, alone with his cowardliness." He rubbed one hand through Kurts bright hair as he spoke, relieved that he had him by his side once more.
Suddenly Sam's voice floated up from outside, echoing into the night. "Mike! Mike! Where are you?" Mike hurried to the window, followed more slowly by Kurt and Blaine, and stuck his head out. "Oh, there you are, Mike. I saw the Prince's stables, and there they were, four white horses." He motioned roughly to the four horses whose reins he held in his hands. The four horses seemed to gleam in the darkness of night. "And I thought to myself, there are four of us if we ever find Kurt." Kurt smiled down at him, his expression softening despite himself. "Oh, hello there Kurt." Kurt waved at him then, one arm still wrapped tightly around Blaine's waist. "So I took the horses with me in case we ever bumped into each other again. Which I guess we just did." Sam said.
Mike laughed, and smiled. "Sam, you did something right," he called down. "Don't worry," Sam assured him. "I won't let it go to my head." The three men exchanged looks, then helped Kurt perch on the windowsill. He hesitated only a moment before flinging himself into the air. Sam caught him in his strong arms, then set him to the ground gently. Mike and Blaine glanced at each other, then Blaine motioned for Mike to jump first. Mike remained still, a far away look in his eyes. "You know," he mused. "It's very strange. I have been in the revenge business for so long, now that it's over, I don't know what to do with the rest of my life."
"Have you ever considered piracy?" Blaine questioned, grinning at the man. "You'd make a wonderful Dread Pirate Karofsky." With that he flung himself from the window, landing firmly on the horse below. Mike hesitated a moment longer, face scrunching up as he considered the other man's words, then he too leapt into the air, falling onto the horse waiting below. Now that the four were reunited, they turned the horses quickly and kicked them on, bolting into the night.
They rode long and hard until their freedom was assured. And as dawn arose, Blaine and Kurt knew that they were finally safe. They stopped to watch the sunrise on a high cliff, gazing into the beauty of nature, and finally into the beauty of each other. A wave of love swept over them, and they leaned closer together, hands clasped tightly together. . .
Kurt's lips pressed to Blaine's slowly, and his hands crept up to cup his head, fingers trailing through his hair. Since the invention of the kiss, there had been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This kiss, as perfect as it was, left them all behind. Kurt's hands clung to Blaine, drawing him closer to the body as they shared their joy at the freedom, at finally being together, with no one to bar their way.
THE END.
I hope you guys like that but I am thinking of doing an epilogue basically Kurt and Blaine get married and go back to the farm and make love yes this will be my first attempt at smut but I want it to be pure love what everyone wants for their first time so I hope I do well. Thank you so very much from the bottom of my heart to everyone who has followed and reviewed my story. Not sure when I'll be able to update The Wraith but hopefully I can work can work on it soon. Also I am thinking of doing a Romeo and Juliet Klaine and calling it Endless Love what do you guys thinking should I do it? Stay tuned for the epilogue. :-)