Keep my Heart: Chapter 21

"Blaine I'll be fine," a lean brunette murmured to a very concerned curly haired vampire. Both boys stood in the busy halls of Rome's airport.

Kurt sported a black jacket with black sunglasses to cover up his almost glowing glasz eyes. He was still a pretty young vampire and those eyes were definitely unnatural.

In fact he had already attracted a lot of attention from several on lookers male and female. This did not make Blaine bristle with protectiveness at all...no certainly not.

"This was a bad idea I should have booked a cab before so that we could get to our hotel faster. Kurt you know this isn't smart. You should have eaten before we left," Blaine grumbled.

A particularly good looking guy with sandy blonde hair and brown eyes winked at Kurt as the two walked. Blaine bared his teeth at the kid when Kurt was looking the other way.

The man paled and continued on walking in the other direction. 'That's right mister keep on walking,' Blaine thought as he wrapped an arm around Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt knew what he was doing. His breathing was a bit laboured at all times now though. He refused to drink from anyone but Blaine. He just couldn't do it. He couldn't kill someone.

But having only vampire blood in his system was taking its toll. He felt weak and although Blaine's blood was delicious it was like candy, not very filling.

After what seemed like an eternity they finally got a cab and went off to their hotel which was located right in the middle of the city. Once seated in the car Blaine turned towards Kurt.

"Kurt, I don't like the idea of you being around humans." he stated. It wasn't just his possessiveness that made him jumpy. He was clearly nervous for his fiancées safety. New vampires were very unpredictable.

Blaine would try his best but there wasn't much he could do if Kurt were to jump at a human for a tasty treat. Although so far that didn't prove to be a problem. Kurt refused to feed off of humans, saying that he couldn't kill an innocent.

But Blaine knew all too well that there would come a time were his own blood just wouldn't be enough to sate the younger boy. It was like a human living off of crackers, it just didn't cut it.

"Blaine," Kurt sighed, "we already discussed this. I'm perfectly fine. I'm not going to eat anybody and as for all the people staring, let them stare, it's quite flattering."

Kurt turned around to look at Blaine's pouting face. "Of course I don't care what they're thinking though. If I had my way I'd only have you look at me." Blaine was totally down with that idea as well.

Kurt at times couldn't believe his over protective fiancée. He turned back to look out the window as the cab zoomed past century old buildings. If they hadn't been here on a strict mission he would have loved to visit all the old towns.

His thoughts darkened as he thought of Miles. He has caused so much pain for both of them, literally breaking Kurt's leg and breaking Blaine's heart by forcing him to kill his own grandfather.

The guy was definitely a piece of work and would get what was coming for him. From what he and Blaine had discussed early back in New York Mile's plan of action seemed quite simple.

He'd found a way to take Blaine's grandfather out of the picture. So he was trying to take Blaine's place as head court leader of the vamp society.

Well that wasn't going to happen. The two of them would go to the court tomorrow and tell them of Mile's plan. But first maybe they'd go out and look around the city of Rome?

Kurt needed something to take his mind off of Miles. The guy was controlling too much of his life. At first he was going to suggest they go into a restaurant but then he remembered, 'oh, right, I don't need to eat now.' It was a pretty weird feeling.

"We have to go and see the Coliseum," Kurt said excitedly.

"Of course," Blaine agreed even though he'd already been there. He couldn't help the ever present dark feeling that lay over him. Something was wrong here. A feeling in his gut was telling him to take action sooner.

Miles couldn't have done anything yet though. The court in Rome had over a hundred vampires guarding it day and night. No one could over throw it in a matter of days.

He turned his head took look at his excited fiancée. Kurt looked so happy ...they'd tour around the city for a bit. The last thing Blaine would ever do was leave Kurt alone. They'd go to the court room tomorrow.

Kurt's P.O.V

It hadn't taken much at all to persuade Blaine into spending the day in the city touring around. I loved Rome. The city was beautiful with all its statues, old buildings and water fountains. I wouldn't mind honey mooning here at all.

According to Blaine though he already had all our honey moon arrangements booked. We'd tell my parents about or engagement soon. After all they'd only just gotten to know Blaine. But already they were quite taken with him. Who wouldn't be?

I wondered where we'd go. He told me we could get married anywhere I liked. At the moment I was stuck between just booking a wedding at the, oh so famous, Plaza Hotel right in New York or somewhere over seas.

Blaine took my hand and we walked around the city smiling and laughing. It was a nice break from all the sorrow we'd been dealing with. And my thoughts were far away from home.

The sun was setting now and the sky was a mixture between purple and blue. As we made our rounds around town we decided to go back to the hotel. Then the wind shifted, chocolate, mint and some fresh nature smell danced through my mouth.

I tensed up as the pure over powering scent hit me like a ton of bricks. It was wonderful and oh-so delicious. I leaned forward, searching for the source. Blaine looked over at me curiously sensing my change of stance.

But right now Blaine was the last thing on my mind. I caught the sight of a man in his early thirties maybe. He was with a younger girl with sandy blond hair who had half her boobs spilling out her dress, giving him an artificial laugh.

"Kurt," Blaine whispered in an undertone. I let go of his hand. He was keeping me back from this absolutely mouth watering blood. Had I really just thought that?

I stopped mid walk. What was I doing? I needed to get a hold on myself, this guy could have kids and of course he had a family. Sniff, the wind blew thrusting his scent over me. Aw, to hell with it, I could only be so good.

"Kurt," Blaine said following me anxiously as I stalked my prey. He grabbed my shoulders and I twirled around to snarl at him, shocked when the animalistic sound erupted from my mouth.

"Kurt!" Blaine said, now angry. "You can have him if you want. But don't be stupid about it. You need to draw him away from the girl, away from public first." I managed to nod which was a wonder since my body was now ablaze with want.

I made my way over to the couple inhaling deeply and enjoying the way both their eyes popped when they saw me. The girl gave me a once over and pressed her body against me flirtatiously. I didn't want her though she smelt sour.

Pulling off my glasses I stared into the man's eyes, entrancing him on the spot.

"Come with me" I half demanded half asked. The man gave me a jerky nod, obviously dumbfounded. The girl gave a little humph. She apparently wasn't used to getting turned down.

I took the hand of the man and smiled a toothless smile. I could already tell my fangs were out. I would much prefer to take this man away effortlessly. There'd be no fun in having to drag him.

My eyes caught sight of Blaine watching me anxiously with a line between his eyebrows. I stared at him for all of two seconds then continued walking with the man to a rather deserted looking street. Blaine took guard at the front of the road making sure no one would interrupt us.

Once I was sure we were alone I looked back at the man. His eyes were filled with awe.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Atticus," he said shakily, as I raised my hand and placed it on his cheek.

"I'm really sorry Atticus, I really am."

I lurched forward and Atticus gave a startled gasp as my fangs dropped into the side of his neck. His blood hit my mouth and the result was like an explosion. I drank greedily, tearing the main artery in his neck. His screams echoed through the street and I hastily put my hand over his mouth to shush them.

I'm not sure what it was that set me off like this because his blood didn't taste as good as Blaine's. But it was way more satisfying. The man struggled uselessly in my arms. It wasn't much of a fight at all.

I cringed slightly as I heard a gurgle come from the man as the blood ran down his throat. His heart gave one last pound and then went silent as death.

Once I'd taken the last drop of blood from him I wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my shirt and dropped the body. I didn't know what to do now. Slowly I turned around to look at Blaine. I felt guilty, dirty, sad but full.

Blaine stared at me and started to walk over giving me a knowing look. When he came to stand in front of me his arms found their way around my back.

"It's okay," he whispered. I leaned in to him like he was a life support. Really, I hadn't noticed that my shoulders were shaking until he'd come over.

"The first time is tough. But you'll get used to it I promise and it won't seem that bad." I nodded stiffly into his back. I was shaking for two reasons. One, I did feel horrible and couldn't believe I'd killed someone. Two, I had so much adrenaline and because no matter how cruel it may be I wanted to do it again.

Blaine pulled me back and gave me a smirk. I looked down at my jacket to realize that although it was black in the dying sun you could still see some faint red spots. My white shirt underneath was completely ruined.

I guess I had been a bit messy.

"Oops," I said quietly. Blaine just laughed and shrugged his own jacket off, putting it around my shoulders.

"Don't worry about it, like I said, practice makes perfect." He leaned in to kiss me. The taste of human blood on my lips seemed to only intensify it making Blaine's kisses even sweeter. After a few moments my breathing became laborious.

"It wasn't as good," I got out between kisses.

"Mm," Blaine hummed in a questioning tone his lips still on mine. When he started to trail his lips down my neck I managed to get out,

"Your blood is much better. No one else's is as good." Damn, this wasn't good. Here I stood in a deserted alley way, wanting Blaine badly with a body behind me. I almost laughed, who had I become?

Blaine looked up at me and his usual hazel brown eyes were down a couple shades darker. "Well, we better get back to the hotel and make sure you get some then."

If anybody has asked me a year ago if I'd kill a person I would have said a straight out no. Hell, I never thought I'd ever get married to someone as handsome or great as Blaine. But I was standing here right now with him clearly wanting me.

Blaine's P.O.V

I'd watched as Kurt ignored me almost completely and took a man into the alley way. It wasn't logical for me to feel a stab of hurt but it was there regardless. I didn't like the fact that someone else could do something for Kurt that I couldn't.

The whole time he'd been eating I'd had the primal instinct to get between them. Drinking human blood was usually pretty arousing if you didn't know how to block out those feelings. So I knew what Kurt was feeling when he'd drained the man.

As we both fell back onto the bed in the hotel all I could think of was, 'mine. He's mine now.' I wasn't a possessive jerk though. I honestly thought that if Kurt really wanted to leave me I'd let him. No way would I ever leave him though. No one in their right mind would.

I let out a gasp as Kurt's fangs sank into my neck unexpectedly. After I got over the initial shock whispered, "Still haven't gotten enough?"

"No," he moaned, which sent shivers all the way through my body. "Like I said, yours is much better...like dessert." I laughed at his logic.

"Well...I've already eaten dinner and I believe you Mr. Hummel are denying me of my dessert." He pulled back and stared me straight in the eye while running his tongue seductively over his now ruby red lips.

I growled; something deep within my stomach awakening. With a super speed I pierced the ivory skin and Kurt didn't even flinch.

Kurt's blood was sending me on an absolute high like it always did. It was the most delicious thing and I was extremely happy, after hearing Wes gab on for years about how delicious the blood of a lover is, that now I was the one experiencing it.

Suddenly Kurt's fangs were back in me while I was drinking him in. My vision went white and I almost came right then and there from the insane pleasure of it all.

"Kurt," I moaned out his name.

"You didn't like me being with that guy today, did you?" Kurt questioned randomly.

I extracted my fangs but kept my head near his shoulder, my mood now slightly dampened. "No of course I didn't enjoy it. Even though he looked terrified at some points he was basically eye fucking you."

Kurt sighed a bit at my immaturity on the inside I did too. But I really couldn't help being the jealous type.

"You shouldn't worry about it. It's not like he'd actually be able to do anything," Kurt said exasperatingly. "Besides you're the only one who's allowed to do that to me...the only one I want to do that with."

"Prove it," I growled.

Kurt's P.O.V

The outside of the huge looming building was entirely deserted. That should have been the first clue that something wasn't right here. A fountain stood at the front of the court house with a statue of three men situated in the middle.

This whole side of town looked industrious, expensive and gave a very strong 'enter at your own will' kind of aura.

One of the men had an uncanny resemblance to Blaine, I guessed his late grandfather. That would have been cheery but the statue had a huge slit through its rock throat.

I felt myself swallow and I grabbed tighter onto Blaine's hand. Without a word we walked along the coble stone to the huge iron door.

Our footsteps echoed in the huge open lobby that, too, was entirely abandoned.

"This isn't right," Blaine whispered, as if speaking any louder would alert someone of our presence. Maybe it would...I tried not to think about that.

"Really," I said sarcastically, trying to hide my fear. This place was seriously giving me the creeps. Blaine glared at me and I just shrugged.

"There's no way he could have worked so fast." With those words a light bulb seemed to flick on in my head.

"What was it exactly that Miles did to your grandfather? You said before that your grandfather was sort of...a...possessed?"

"I have no idea what it was. But Miles...he's definitely not normal. There's something off about him."

I broke away from Blaine and started to walk up the nearest stair case.

"What on earth do you think you're doing?" Blaine hissed and pulled me backwards with such a force that we almost landed on the cold marble floor.

"What are you doing?" I said at a normal volume hitting his hand off me.

"Kurt, there are people in here. I can feel it. We have no idea who it is. It could be Miles. You can't just go hopping around here."

"I wasn't hopping," I said sourly.

"Anyways just stay behind me," he said ascending the stairs. I huffed like an immature child and followed him. I knew Blaine was way more experienced than me in combat but he didn't have to go around making me feel like a naive four year old.

After a few minutes, when my inner monologue stopped I noticed that I could only hear my own shoes climbing. I stopped dead in my tracks.

"Blaine," I whispered. There's no way someone could have taken him right in front of me when the lights were on in the stair case.

As if on cue the lights switched off. Crap.

"Okay...Blaine this really isn't funny." I started walking up the stairs at a quickened pace, but not quick enough to remain oblivious to the new footsteps that were following me. Whoever this was it wasn't Blaine so I ran at top speed, which for me is extremely fast.

Finally I reached the top of the stairs. It looked like I was in some sort of penthouse. I needed to find Blaine and get the hell out of here stat. Who cared if the vampire government was thwarted? We could just live under a rock for the next thousand years.

I jumped five feet in the air as I saw someone right beside me. After my un-beating heart just about died I realized it was my own reflection in the mirror. Breathe Kurt...well at least pretend to breath.

I froze as I heard the footsteps coming up the hallway again. I tensed every fibre of my being, ready to jump and attack the intruder.

The dark shadow came up from the stair case and I let out a sigh of relief followed by a burning anger as I recognized it was Blaine.

"Blaine," I hissed walking towards him, "where did you go? Now is not the time to be playing jokes." I stopped right in the middle of my rant because something wasn't right about him. His eyes looked glazed over.

As if he'd just watched something horrific...

"Blaine?" I questioned.

"We need to go this way," he said monotonously. He grabbed my wrist hard and started pulling me down the hall.

"Blaine let go! You're hurting me!" I was scared...scared of Blaine and that was something I'd never thought would happen. This wasn't the Blaine I knew and we were walking down the hallways, totally in the open.

"In here," Blaine said, shoving me through an open door."

"What is wrong with you?" I yelled. Not caring who heard anymore. I wanted the Blaine I knew back. I couldn't go through this alone. My petty troubles were soon trumped though as I looked around the room I was standing in.

Oh dear god...

If I'd still had a working stomach I'm pretty sure all its contents would be on the floor.