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Insomnia was a hard thing to shake off, except that Kurt had the bizarre misfortune that his insomnia was part of his nocturnal ability. He had stolen some cards from Integra's medicine cabinet and was now playing a lengthy game of solitaire that was nice and relaxing.
Walter had decided, upon finding a raided cookie jar, to give up hope and join the guilty mutant in playing a round of poker. It was after all, a non-competitive relaxing way to burn off a few hours.
A small gathering had occurred now as six men all sat around the table, the game still friendly and light hearted, well, sort of. A little. Someone suggested raising the stakes and, stupidly, they agreed.
The group had gotten bigger, now eight mortals and one vampire had gathered and all sat in varying states of dress. In unison, they mentally cursed the idiot who suggested strip poker and then cursed themselves for thinking that it would be fun.
Despite the fact that he was the least dressed to start with, Kurt hadn't lost an article and he paused as his sensitive ears picked up movement. He grinned and looked over to the vampire, who had lost his shirt, and they smirked in unison.
"Zis is going to be interesting."
Yawning, Integra snuck into the kitchen with the jar of chocolate chip cookies in mind, she would just blame the resident cookie thief on the missing biscuits and would be happily eating them herself with some milk. The jar was empty. Right, that was it. War was declared.
The sight made her smile, several good looking soldiers around a table, most barely dressed. Her good Walter, cringingly, had lost his waistcoat and shirt and her resident pet vampire had lost his jacket, shirt, glasses, waistcoat, hat and was currently debating on removing his shoes. The blue mutant was dressed as normal which was just a bit disappointing.
The men all noticed her.
"Hello." She smirked, enjoying the human soldier's discomfort. Then Kurt smiled and she knew that it was her turn to get embarrassed.
"Vill you join us? Ze game vill be far more interesting vith such a beautiful voman as yourself involved."
Yep. She could feel the blush rupture across her face, the wink sealed her fate and she was now a blubbering idiot. She would have to have words with Kurt, preferably with him in...white boxers perhaps?
"Vell?"
Walters face twitched slightly as he hid a smile. "Sir Integra, do you require anything?"
A Kurt dressed in white boxers definitely. "Some milk and chocolate chip cookies."
There was an embarrassed cough.
"I figured as much, Kurt." Integra smiled and leaned against the wall. "Continue." She watched as Arucard removed his boots and tossed them into his rapidly growing bundle. A new hand was dealt and all the men were desperately hoping that the mutant would lose. Fate dictated that it was about his turn now.
Kurt sighed dramatically at his poor hand, a cheeky smile tugging at his mouth, revealing a glint of fang. "I lose." He declared and laughed at the cheers.
"And what will he remove, we ask." Arucard laughed and tilted back in his chair.
"Miss Integra?"
She nearly died, then she decided that no, Kurt had done this deliberately to get her to blush – how else would he happen to lose when she was standing there? Clearing her throat, she looked at his severely limited apparel. The choices where combats or jacket or...well, whatever was on under the combats.
"Combats." She smirked and watched amazed as he stood up and started to unfasten them. The Full Monty tune started up amongst the gathered men.
Shaking his head, Kurt removed the item to reveal that he had black, three quarter length shorts on. "Vas? I remember last veek." He indicated one of the soldiers.
"Coming prepared isn't fair."
"It is vhen all I had vas a tail for modesty."
How I wish I was there. Integra smiled dreamily, deciding that she might stay just a little longer. Though standing was going to get tiring, she chose to sit down instead.
"Joining us?" Kurt grinned cheekily.
"No, I'm just here to supervise."
"Shame." He sighed and had his tail deal out a new hand as he produced a chocolate chip cookie from somewhere and wolfed it down.
"Next it's the shorts for you."
"I have to lose first."
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They had somehow managed to celebrate his twenty third birthday, it displeased Kurt that someone had managed to note down the date and manage not to 'accidentally' lose it. It turned out that the culprit was Arucard who had fished the information out of the mutants mind.
Once the near daily battle was completed, Kurt was requested to come upstairs to join Sir Integra for lunch. It turned out to be a 'surprise' birthday bash. Kurt took one look at the blue balloons, banners, three tiered cake and wrapped presents. He knew that today was going to be a disaster.
Smiling weakly, he accepted the presents and admired the odd array of gifts that he was given. Once again, the majority of them turned out to be weapons useful for battle. Integra supplying him with new straps for his swords, the old ones having been pretty well worn and Walter had given him a lovely array of gifts that turned out to be a collection of stakes. The only acceptation was that this time, Arucard hadn't brought a gift, saying that the mutant would receive it later.
It was then that everything went drastically downhill.
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A vampire had been reported, the ghouls it created running rampage through a small town. So, naturally, the team were sent out and Kurt couldn't shake off the premonition that something really bad was going to happen.
The ghouls were easy to sort, the guns and swords making short work of them for the mutant. The radio declared that Arucard had finished off the vampire and then everything was suspiciously quiet. Too quiet.
The first indication to his slow and painful experience was feeling something sharp in his back. Then the Vatican priest walked forward, watching as Kurt dropped to his knees, blood spilling from his stomach. Slowly, the blue mutant probed for the cause and felt the blade, no doubt blessed and made of silver.
"I've got yae now, demon." Anderson laughed as bible pages spilled out and surrounded them, preventing the use of black magic.
Kurt smiled, revealing blood covered teeth, and teleported with his remaining strength. The priests cry could be heard and the blue mutant had the one satisfaction in knowing that he had managed to annoy someone.
"Kurt?" The mutant was aware that he was being lifted, seeing red eyes. The blade was touched and Kurt growled, wanting to be left alone. The world went significantly darker as he was taken to the sub-dimension that the vampire travelled through.
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Walter had started clearing up the decorations, sadly noting that the cake hadn't even had its candles blown out, never mind eaten. The boss was sorting through some paperwork and was grateful for the company for once. The serene scene was shattered as the vampire came through the floor, a bloody bundle in his arms.
"Arucard?" Integra frowned and froze as Kurt was laid out across her desk, a large knife protruding from his back and through his stomach. He still seemed conscious, the untraceable eyes blinking rapidly.
"How far are you willing to go to save your best soldier?" The vampire asked, unconsciously brushing the hair from the mutant's eyes. "He's dead once that blade is removed."
Integra turned to look away, unable to watch. "Do whatever you have to do." She turned back but Arucard had already vanished, mutant in tow. A piercing cry resounded from deep in the bowels of the building, the blade no doubt being removed.
"Sir Integra?" Walter asked, his hands conveniently wringing a banner.
"Am I doing the right thing?"
"It was going to happen anyway, Sir Integra. With or without your permission, Arucard would have sired Kurt."
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The pain was immense, yet Kurt felt as if it was all happening to another blue furry freak and not him. Though he was particularly aware of the vampire and his intent – how could Integra override his emotions and allow such a thing? He had to tell Arucard where to stuff his offer.
The vampire paused, reaching into his pocket and producing a small box. He opened it, revealing a small ankh, a small cross like thing with a loop instead of the top point. "It means life; I give you life in more ways than one." He put it round the mutant's neck, admiring the silver against the blue.
Then he removed the blade and the world went black for Kurt. Arucard tilted the head back to bite, draining the mutant first before blood was given. The vampire cut his wrist and brought it to Kurt's mouth, the mutant's body overriding any thoughts against vampirism.
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His eyes hurt. Kurt sharply came too, nightmares about cages plaguing his head, and he hit his head off something. Jerking back down, he bumped into a wall. His tail lashed and hit another. It also hit a figure who grumbled.
Panicking, Kurt tried to get out, completely unaware of where he was or how to get out. A hand caught his shoulder and forced him to still. It was then that Kurt realised that his throat and chest were burning. Memories filled his head, surely that had to be a nightmare? Dreaming up the worst that could possibly happen?
"Kurt?" It was Arucards voice and the mutant was suddenly hit with a wave of panic, he had to get out of what must have been the coffin.
Finally, it gave way and with a startled cry, Kurt hit the ground, trying to cover his eyes. The vampire pulled him to his feet, pulling the head back to check the throat.
"I have to see your eyes."
"It's too bright."
Arucard looked at the single candle that burned low. He removed his glasses and handed them to the mutant. They were accepted and Kurt found himself wondering if this was how Scott felt, not being able to do anything without glasses.
Kurt prised an eye open and yelped as his face was caught, the eye forced open further. The vampire smirked.
"I should have known there was no point in getting my hopes up that you'd develop an iris."
"Huh?"
"See how mine are red? Well, you didn't have one in the first place and now all you have are just tiny pinkish little lines that sort of indicate one. Or they might be blood shot. I don't know." Arucard smiled. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm burning." Kurt rubbed his chest and throat. "It hurts bad." He frowned, ideas of the vampire as a master coming to his mind and he growled. "Vhy do I think of you as a master?"
"It'll pass; you have to take more blood-"
"Nein!" Kurt pulled back. "I can't believe you even did zis." He teleported, leaving behind a telltale black cloud. The vampire sat down, when the sun rose, the mutant would be back.
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Sir Integra looked at her cigar, slightly surprised to see it burned down to a bare stub. She crushed it into an ashtray with a little less heart than usual and lit another as she waited.
Walter entered and ignored the ice cold glare so that he could give his boss a good strong cup of tea. "You should rest Sir Integra."
"How can I, Walter? When my best soldier has been turned unwillingly into a thing he despises."
"You are waiting for Kurt then?"
"Yes." She snapped. "Now leave me in peace." The woman watched the butler bow stiffly and walk out of the room. She sighed then leapt out of her skin when a soft furred hand touched her cheek. "Kurt!"
"Ja?" He looked at her from behind thick yellow glasses that looked suspiciously like Arucards.
"Are you alright?"
"Nein, I'm undead." He shrugged. "I take it zere is no cure?"
"Except death." Integra replied honestly.
Kurt nodded. "Zen I either accept mein fate or not." He teleported out of the room and paused to see where he had landed. It was the rooftop, one of his most favourite places to be as it was so peaceful and secluded – this may have had something to do with the fact that the only way there was by flying or teleporting.
He watched the stars and the moon slowly travel across the sky, and eventually, sleep got the better of him.
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Kurt jerked awake, noting that it was still dark. He frowned, wasn't the moon down a little further? Shaking his head and pausing at the intense burning in his chest, he decided that there was a certain vampire that he needed to see.
Surprisingly, Arucard actually seemed relieved to see him. This was explained instantly after Kurt was dragged over to sit on the coffin.
"Where have you been all day?"
"Day?"
"Yes, day."
"On ze roof." The mutant frowned at the odd look.
"On the roof, completely exposed to sunlight?" The vampire looked amazed then he grinned. "Perhaps your mutation means that daylight doesn't bother you."
"Um..." Kurt tried to retreat backwards and paused as he hit the wall. "Its ze fur I think." He winced and yelped as the vampire picked him up, prising open the mouth to look at the fangs.
"You need to feed." He sat down, making sure that the mutant couldn't get away as he caught the head and brought it to his neck. Arucard smiled as he was nearly instantly bitten, the instincts overriding thoughts in Kurt.
The door opened and he glanced up, pinning Kurt who tried to jerk away at the distraction. Integra stood there, watching them for a few moments before the mutant was let go and allowed to scamper away.
"He needs to feed, the more of my blood he gets the better." Arucard explained and watched the mutant who circled tightly before dropping down to sleep. "He'll be like this for a few days."
"Seras..."
"Was a different case. I'm making sure that this one gets done properly, introduce the instincts quickly." The vampire smirked as he sat back, watching the sleeper on his coffin. "Though I think I'll have a hard time with his sleeping habits, he's got a good kick."
The woman raised an eyebrow, dumbfounded. "I'm sure he can have Seras's old room – it still has its four poster coffin."
"I actually think he's claustrophobic, he freaked when he woke up in the coffin, which was before he realised that I was there."
"Uh huh." Integra shook her head. "Do you think...?"
"He'll make a good vampire; he's got a good bite. Always a good thing, though I got my hopes up with the eyes. Still can't tell where he's looking."
The woman sighed. "Shame." She turned to leave but paused at the door. "Arucard, you are telling me everything about Kurt's development, aren't you?"
"Would I ever lie to you master?"
"The seal won't allow it."
The vampire simply smirked and watched her leave. The seal didn't allow him to lie to his master but it didn't have anything in it about withholding information. He looked over and spotted that he was lazily being watched. Smirking again, the vampire moved over, time for a lesson in biting.
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He regretted it as he nursed a cup of blood in the kitchen. That was Arucard, Kurt was happily bamfing around the building, testing his new limits and seemingly not finding any just yet. Arucard had managed to successfully get Kurt to bite, only to find him teleporting very high up, let go, and teleport away as the older vampire was left to hit the ground.
Yep. Kurt was fine. Arucard smiled and laughed as the mutant appeared in the kitchen in his hellish smoke trademark bamf, obviously hungry but not sure what to do about it. The cookies were raided and he sat down to watch Arucard watch him.
"Do you need anything, Kurt?" The butler appeared and laughed as the blue mutant jumped slightly then blush, unsure of what to say.
"Here." The vampire passed over his cup and watched as Kurt just stared at it before whining slightly. "Just drink it, you need the strength."
"But..." Kurt swirled the mixture and felt his stomach turn, he really didn't want to be able to see it. He realised that he was being watched and the cup was put down with a bright smile. "I'm not really zat hungry."
Arucard frowned, not again. "Are you hungry or – don't eat that!"
The blue mutant guiltily swallowed the chocolate chip cookies before smiling weakly at the looks he was receiving. "Vas?"
"You're going to be very sick any second now."
Four seconds later and Kurt picked up the next biscuit with a light hearted shrug, he smirked when he saw his master – no, sire – hit his head off the table. "Is something ze matter mas – Arucard?"
Walter raised his eyebrows. "Vampires can't eat biscuits Kurt – most don't eat at all as it makes them feel ill. You are currently – still – stuffing your face with my marvellously prepared chocolate chip cookies."
Kurt swallowed. "Maybe it's another zing vith mein mutation, ja?" Without thinking, he picked up the cup nearest him and chocked. "Vas?" He eyed the blood and grimaced. "Not a nice combination."
The butler was smiling. "Perhaps a little cinnamon in your blood this morning Kurt?"
The mutant handed the cup back to Arucard and noticed the vampire's eye roll. A thought occurred to Kurt and he smiled mischievously. "Ja, I'd like zat only must I see ze blood? It's a bit off putting to mein biscuits." His tail picked up a biscuit and dunked it in Arucards cup. There was an indignant cry from the sire.
"Kurt! That's going to leave crumbs in there, look, you can see them floating on top." He noticed that the mutant had paled at the observation.
"I didn't need to see zat." He bit into the freshly dunked biscuit and wrinkled his nose at it curiously. "Zis tastes..."
"Disgusting I hope."
"Very nice." He nodded and tossed it in the air, catching it easily in his mouth then swallowing. Walter passed him over a cup that contained the cinnamon blood.
"We can try aniseed too if you prefer, or just sugar." Walter smiled. "You've got a naturally sweet fang."
"Ja." Kurt wolfed down the biscuits dipped in Arucards blood (to the vampires growing dismay) and artfully drank his own cupful without looking inside it, in the way children learn not to look at the vegetables on their plates. "Zat vas marvellous Valter, danke." He bowed then teleported. A cloud of sulphurous smoke appeared over by the sink. "Can I get a flask of zat?"
"Of course."
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The blue mutant had to secretly admit that with his vampirism, Arucard had been right. He was in his prime, well; he was half the weight of the other soldiers but about four times as strong as the average one. He also happened to be Integra's favourite for sending on solo missions and balls.
His new...gift? Curse? Completely changed his old limits – usually teleporting blindly for an hour tired him out, after his third he decided to call it quits because of the odd looks he was receiving everywhere. The place seemed suddenly a lot smaller. His trapeze skills had also changed; difficult manoeuvres were effortless whilst the simpler ones were easily manipulated to the point of idiocity.
Kurt figured he could probably get used to the blood drinking even – so long as it was either fresh or sweetened – and maybe his eyes would get used to the brightness. The only problem was the soldiers. A few had been offish from the start, now they had become plain hostile.
He didn't even have a warning, his instincts completely took over and, after forcing himself not to bite the quivering soldier, he turned his aggression to the wall, sharpening his claws on the stone. Kurt couldn't even remember the insult, something about pet demons for the pet vampire, probably.
Deep scores had appeared on the stone from his rigorous treatment to the wall and he snarled before lashing out blindly to whoever had grabbed his shoulder. His hand was easily caught and he came eye to eye with his sire.
"You need to control that temper, Kurt. You've already been reported." Arucard dragged the mutant to his feet.
"Verdamment." Kurt growled, slowly falling into step with the vampire, ignoring the looks and stares. He found himself realising that the reason to taking the long route was that Arucard wanted to talk to him.
"You have encountered numerous vampires in the past and as you know fine well, none where quite at my level of ability."
"You mean zey veren't sneaky and cruel enough and zat they didn't sprout eyes and change into some veird monstrous shapes? Or zat zey vere just idiots?"
"All of that, the point is, my blood runs in your veins now and with more blood and practice, you could easily become as strong as me within time." Arucard frowned at the silence. "Well?"
"Answer me zis vun question, vhy do I think of you as mien...master?"
Arucard smirked. "So that's what's bothering you? It is simple; until you take my blood willingly you are nothing more than my servant."
"Like a ghoul?"
"More of an upgraded version – a limbo between a true vampire and a ghoul."
"Like Seras vas?"
The vampire sighed. "Yes, like her."
Kurt started to weigh up the various pros and cons to that, be a slave or be free? Be controlled or be powerful? The obvious preference lay in being a proper vampire and yet...he had to take lives, didn't he?
Reading his mind, Arucard smiled slightly. "Its not difficult, and many are better off dead than alive. Think of it as not taking lives but as preserving your own."
The mutant sighed. "I vill zink on it."
"Good. Oh, and we're here – master wishes to see you."
Kurt frowned. "Do I have to call Miss Integra my master because she's yours and your mine?"
"No, Sir Integra will do fine for her."
Shrugging, but hiding a mischievous smirk, Kurt walked into the barely lit office.
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He looked...feral. That was what Integra first thought upon seeing the newly sired vampire. It actually suited him, made him more rugged and wild in some way whilst still appearing the perfect gentleman in mannerisms. Such as bowing.
Integra kept her expression unimpressed. "Kurt, we have some things to discuss and you will answer them truthfully, sit down."
He sat in his usual manner of turning the chair back to front and crouching on it. After six years, no one had bought a stool.
"Right. Are you angry at being a vampire?"
"Nein."
"Why?"
He shrugged. "It vas bound to happen, Arucard is a little bite happy and vell, at least I vont be so veak and awkward on a mission."
He wasn't that anyway. "And the soldiers – you nearly bit one."
"Ach, ja." He blushed, his cobalt fur turning a slight purple. "I'm still trying to control all of zis."
"Why did you nearly bite him?"
"He offended me, traurig. I didn't mean it."
Integra sighed. "I don't want it to happen again. The men are nervous enough with one vampire, never mind a mutant hybrid. We know nothing about what is happening to you, how this affects you."
Kurt frowned and remembered the last conversation between his sire and his boss. To whom did his loyalty lie to the most? As if on cue, the red coated vampire slipped through the ceiling.
"I'll have to see if you're strong enough to perform that one yet." Arucard mused with a smile then looked over to his master. "Ah, I see that your dealing with Kurt's little outburst."
"Indeed." Integra frowned, annoyed at the interruption but also pleased at the same time. "Arucard, as your charge, you have to accept certain responsibilities over Kurt. And that includes teaching him how to control his impulses."
"With pleasure – I suggest we start with this good nightclub on -"
"It's not Halloween." Kurt shook his head. "Zey vill just go 'Ah! Demon!' and run avay." He shrugged. "Zen zey'll come back vith torches and pitchforks."
"You have a low opinion of the human race." Sir Integra hid her smile behind the action of lighting a cigar.
"Ja." A thought occurred to Kurt. "Though I could hide in ze shadows, it's an ability I've alvays had." He nodded. "And a valk is just vhat I need."
"Good." The woman nodded then paused. "Although I was hoping that your anger could be directed at Arucard for a bit, it would be nice to see him limping once in a while."
"I was hoping to take him to try the delicacies of human life." Arucard frowned. "How else can I stop this 'problem' with him biting?"
"You are not going to go hunting, Arucard."
"Ja, I'm not hunting."
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"How on earth did you con me into zis, Arucard?" Kurt frowned as they watched hundreds of human's mill past them. Sometimes one would catch his attention and the sire would notice and smile.
"Let's see, I grabbed you then shifted us over here. Any idea where you are?"
"Two point six four kilometres north, north east of Central London on a bearing of twenty two degrees." Kurt chuckled and smirked. "I'm naturally in tune vith ze magnetic poles."
"Not fair. Can you tell us where we are?"
Kurt pointed to a street sign.
"Ok, that's cheating..." he tailed off when he noticed that Kurt's attention was on a woman who was running past, an unconscious lick of the fang occurring. Bingo. "Come on."
"Vas?"
"This way." The vampire started to follow the woman. He was surprised as Kurt teleported to the rooftops to figure out where they were going. He noticed the woman again but forced himself to look for the vampire instead. "You're cheating." There was a chuckle in Kurt's ear.
"And who said zat I had to follow ze rules of life vhen I'm dead?" Kurt smirked.
"Point taken." The sire smiled. "This way." He took off after the woman's scent with an unknowing mutant on his tail, making full use of the many roofs around them. After a moment, Kurt clicked as to what they were doing, growing slightly slower and significantly more nervous as they went.
It was horrible. Kurt whined and circled tightly whilst he watched the vampire feed off the woman, making a show of the process. It took a moment for the mutant to realise that the whining was coming from him and he tried to stop, only to find himself shaking with the urge to steal this kill of his sire.
Arucard smirked as he pulled away from the woman, callously tossing her to the mutant and he watched the inner battle take place. The racket that had been made whilst he had been feeding was an interesting display of attempted self control. He watched as the battle was finally lost and Kurt bit, feeding deeply.
Once the woman had stilled, the sire went over to the mutant to pat him on the shoulder. Kurt jerked away and he felt his ears flatten and his stomach turn. He then watched as Arucard rolled his jacket sleeve up, offering the chance to bite.
Licking his fangs, Kurt moved forward and paused, suddenly overcome with the urge to go to sleep. Arucard smiled and shook his head, dragging the mutant over and petting the soft fur. Almost instantly, Kurt was out for the count and he curled up happily, his stomach full and warm.
Maybe later, the sire stood up and easily picked up Kurt. With barely a thought, he shifted back to the house that he was bound too and decided that putting the mutant in the coffin was too cruel.
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The pattern continued more or less for a week before Kurt grew bored with the stopping and starting hunting and the fact that he still couldn't stop thinking of Arucard as 'master'. It was annoying. So, in an attempt to sort that problem out, he found the vampire in the gymnasium.
"Vhat are you doing?"
Arucard jumped and glanced annoyed at the smirking fledgling. "I was just trying to figure what suicidal impulse a mortal must have to go up there."
"It's called fun, it's the closest thing to flying you can get." Kurt walked over to the vampire and looked up; from the ground it looked admittedly intimidating. "However, I vant to ask you something."
"What?"
"Can I have your blood now?"
Arucard started then smirked at the serious expression Kurt wore. "Any reasons why?"
"I vant to be stronger, I vant to be a real vampire and not stuck in this verdamment limbo of existence. Lastly, I vant to wipe that smug smirk off your face and to stop thinking of you as some all mighty ruler."
The vampire was still smirking as he moved closer to the mutant, and took one of Kurt's swords from its scabbard. He handed it wordlessly to the mutant then rolled up his sleeve. "Go on."
Licking dry lips, the blue mutant ran the sharp blade along the vampires flesh and watched the blood well up. His instincts to drink and the loyalty for Arucard battled on in the background as Kurt's steel determination decided that now was the time to end his servitude.
He drank.
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The moon seemed to shine brighter that night, as Kurt sat and watched its journey, seeing familiar yet alien stars move across the velvet sky that reminded him so much of the colour of his hair. The darkness swallowed him whole into mere shadows apart from glowing yellow eyes, the pale pink outlining what would have been pupils had turned a dark red but still people would find it difficult to figure out where he was looking.
The mutant felt...at rest now. As if some unknown battle had finally been resolved inside him and the relief was immense. Kurt felt admittedly as if some new power was in his limbs and his body was just accepting it.
A slight movement caught his attention and he glanced sharply at the vampire moving through the rooftop. Arucard smiled at his young fledgling as he sat down bedside him, just staying silent.
They both watched the moon cross the sky and the first rays of a pink dawn before retiring to their respective crypts. In that one night they had understood each other in a way no words could have explained. Just watching the stars.
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It was a fortnight now since Kurt's disappearance and the X-men where becoming resigned to a mixture of grief, irrational loss and double drills by Logan who seemed to find that his way of coping.
Jean, the resident telepath apart from the professor, paused in her limping from the danger room to go into the kitchen and pull out a box of chocolate chip cookies. They reminded her immediately of Kurt, they reminded everyone of the hyper active ball of fur which seemed to have kept the team together so easily. She put them away but not before she was spotted.
The southern bell raised her eyebrows before entering the room. Rogue sat on the nearest chair and looked at the red head for a moment. "You miss him, don't yah?"
"Yeah, he was a good member -"
"Ah was meaning as ah friend." The Goth twirled some of her hair in her fingers absently. "Ah was wondering if yah maybe want tah eat those biscuits before they go all stale on us."
Jean looked between the girl and the cookies in her hand. She brought them down and poured two glasses of milk. "You're right."
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