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Chapter 27: Stalker Chick and Foosball Champion
1864
A horse drawn carriage with a driver and his passenger are heading down a dirt road. Up ahead, in the middle of the road, lies a man with a young man kneeling beside him. The young man gets up when he sees the carriage and starts shouting.
"Please! Please, help us!" yells Kristian. Kristian. runs toward the carriage as it comes to a halt. "Please, my friend, he's been hurt! Please help him!"
The driver jumps down from his seat and goes to check on the man in the road. The passenger of the vehicle opens the carriage door and exits.
"What are you doing out here in the middle of the night? It's not safe," says the man.
"No. No, sir. It's not safe," says Kristian menacingly. Kristian bares his fangs and bites the man's neck. The man screams as Kristian drains the life out of him.
Meanwhile, the driver is kneeling over Noah's body, but turns around when he hears screaming. He sees his passenger's dead body lying by the carriage, but does not see Kristian. He looks back the other way and Kristian has appeared right in front of him. Kristian's eyes become red and he drains the blood from the man who screams for his life. He tosses him aside when he has drained him, blood drenching his chin.
"And that's how it's done," says Kristian, proud of himself. He wipes the front of his suit with his palms. Noah slowly and cautiously gets up and looks at the two dead men.
"What happens to the bodies?" he asks.
"Well, I'll take them into the woods and the other animals will finish them off," answers Kristian simply. Noah looks at Kristian frighteningly. "Are you sure you're ready for this?"
Noah nods. "I'm ready. I want you to turn me."
Kristian smiles. "When it's time. Kiss me," he orders.
Noah pulls a handkerchief from his coat pocket. He moves to wipe the blood off Kristian's chin, but Kristian grabs his hand and moves in closer.
"You should get a taste," declares Kristian.
Kristian moves in to kiss Noah, but Noah moves away. "Sorry," he says shyly.
"Don't be. Soon you won't be able to get enough."
Noah hesitates for a moment before kissing Kristian with a fiery passion. Noah pulls away and the blood from Kristian's chin has smudge on Noah's lips which Kristian wipes at with his finger.
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2009
Blaine and Kurt are snuggled up spooning in Blaine's bed. Kurt awakens and Blaine wakes up shortly after this and kisses Kurt on the cheek as Kurt pulls his arm tighter around himself.
"Mmm. Good morning," greets Kurt.
"I could get used to this," replies Blaine.
"Rise and shine, sleepyheads," says Puck smugly.
Kurt and Blaine both sit up, startled at Puck's presence at the end of Blaine's bed. Both pull the sheets up to their chins, covering up any parts they may not want Puck to see.
"Puck! Please!" yells Kurt.
"What are you doing?" asks Blaine.
"Oh, stop being smutty," says Puck.
Blaine pulls the sheets further up on Kurt, making sure he's covered up properly. "Seriously, get out of here!"
"If I see something I haven't seen before, I'll throw a dollar at it," says Puck jokingly. "Now listen, we have some very important business to discuss."
"And it has to be right now?" asks Kurt annoyed.
"Well, we have lots to do, now that we're all friends and working toward a common goal," replies Puck.
Kurt and Blaine exchange looks. Puck gets up from the end of the bed and turns around to face them.
"So, to open the tomb, we need to find the journal to get the grimoire to undo the spells. First things first-since you are Kurt Hummel, you're on journal duty," says Puck, giving orders.
"Since when am I helping?" asks Kurt in retaliation.
"Well, Blaine's helping, and you've taken up residence in Blaine's bed, ergo…"
"You don't have to do anything that you don't want to do," says Blaine assuringly.
"I'll look for it tonight," relents Kurt. Kurt lays back down in the bed, pulling the sheets over his face.
"Good," answers Puck.
"How do we know that this journal will hold the location of the grimoire?" asks Blaine. "We're really going to take the word of this vampire? He seemed like a bit of a dimwit."
"Since any other options…" says Puck.
Kurt pulls the sheets down and sits up suddenly. "OK, what exactly is a grimoire, anyway?"
"It's a witch's cookbook," answers Puck.
"Every spell that a witch casts is unique unto itself, so every witch would document their work," clarifies Blaine.
"Yeah. Cookbook," says Puck.
"What about our mystery vampire? Dimwit obviously wasn't working alone, so whoever's out there knows who we are," says Blaine.
"And I don't like that disadvantage, so…Chop, chop," says Puck, giving orders again. Puck starts to walk out of the room, turns around, and continues to walk backwards out of the room while talking to Kurt and Blaine. "You know, I really like this whole ménage a threesome team thing. It's got a bit of a kink to it." He chuckles darkly. "Don't screw it up."
Puck exits the room. After a second, Kurt looks over at Blaine.
"He does—"
Blaine places his finger to his lips and points to the door then his ear, indicating that Puck could still hear them.
"Oh, right, yeah," says Kurt.
Blaine grabs Kurt's hand and kisses it, then starts to get out of bed. "OK."
Kurt pulls Blaine back into bed. "Oh! No, come here." Kurt kisses Blaine.
"We shouldn't-" interrupts Blaine.
"Shh." Kurt places his finger to Blaine's lips, then points to his ear, as Blaine did earlier. They both smile and continue to kiss each other as they pull the covers over their heads and begin to have morning sex.
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1864
Kristian and Noah are under the covers in Kristian's bed. Kristian giggles loudly. "What are you doing? Stop it!"
Kristian pulls the covers down and Noah pops up next to him, wrapping his arm around his waist. "Make me," replies Noah.
Kristian rolls Noah over and straddles him, baring his fangs and hissing. Noah looks up at him with curiosity. He caresses Kristian's face and he places his hand on top of Noah's, smiling down at him. Suddenly, someone knocks on the door.
"Yes?" answers Kristian.
Kristian retracts his fangs and his eyes become normal again. He turns his head to see who's entering, but remains on top of Noah, pinning his wrists down with his hands. Emily enters the room.
"Excuse me, Mr. Kristian. Miss Pearl is here to see you," informs Emily.
"I'll be down soon. Please ask her to wait," replies Kristian.
Emily waits to be dismissed.
"Thank you, Emily," says Kristian sweetly.
Emily exits the room, shutting the door behind her. Kristian looks down at Noah, pouting his bottom lip.
"Fun's over," whines Kristian.
"Hmm, no," says Noah. Noah caresses Kristian's face and Kristian leans down and kisses him.
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Downstairs, Pearl is waiting for Kristian. Kristian descends the stairs, fully dressed, smiling at Pearl. "It's good to see you, Pearl."
"Perhaps we could talk outside," suggests Pearl.
Kristian turns to look at Emily who is standing behind Pearl. "Emily, would you please tell Mr. Anderson that I've stepped away?"
"Which one?" asks Emily.
"Both," smirks Kristian.
Emily walks up the stairs as Pearl and Kristian exit the house. They walk down the porch steps and across the yard.
"How long do you plan on staying with the Andersons? People talk, Kristian. You, carrying on with both brothers, doesn't help the situation," says Pearl.
"The Andersons have been kind to take me in. As far as everyone here knows, I'm a poor orphan boy from Atlanta, lost his family in the fires," says Kristian as he recounts his sob story.
"A match you lit, no doubt," jokes Pearl.
Kristian giggles. The two stop at the end of the yard. Pearl looks over at a young girl and shouts to her. "Honey, please be careful!"
The young girl goes over to pet a horse. Kristian looks back then turns to face Pearl. They carry on with their conversation.
Honoria Fabray came by the apothecary yesterday with a case of this elixir. She retrieves a bottle of liquid from her bag and shows it to Kristian. "She asked that it be sold at a reduced rate."
"I don't follow," says Kristian.
"Try it," replies Pearl.
Kristian takes the bottle, uncorks it, and sniffs it. He then places the rim of the glass on the palm of his hand and gasps as it burns him. "What in hell?!"
"Vervain," Pearl answers simply.
"Why is there ver—?" Kristian realizes. "They know."
"They're trying to find us, and they're getting crafty about it," informs Pearl.
"The townspeople ingesting vervain? Well, that's inconvenient." Kristian hands the bottle of liquid vervain back to Pearl.
"It might be time for us to move on again."
"No. I like it here. I'm not interested in leaving just yet."
Anna trots over to Kristian and Pearl. "Can we go, Mama?" asks Anna.
Kristian and Pearl look back at her. Anna senses something. "Is something wrong?"
Kristian and Pearl do not respond.
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2009
Anna is lying in a motel bed, her phone to her ear, as she leaves a message for Finn. "Hey, it's me again. Anna. Stalker chick and Foosball champion. I'll be at the Grill later, if you want, you know, a rematch, or whatever," says Anna.
Ben exits the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He looks over at Anna as he dries his hair with another towel. Anna hangs up her phone.
"Who are you calling?" asks Ben.
"Finn Hudson," answers Anna.
"You're not, like, into him, are you?"
"I need him for something. Get over it."
Ben walks over to the window and pulls the curtain back. The sun burns him, his skin starts to smoke, and he reacts quickly. "Oh! Mmm! Damn it!"
"Dude, you gotta stop doing that."
"I know. I just-I keep forgetting."
"You're new. You'll get it."
Ben sees an open journal lying next to Anna and picks it up. He lies in the bed next to her as he examines the contents. "You found the Hummel journal?"
"Does that look like the Hummel journal?" asks Anna snidely.
"Well, it's old and musty, and how am I supposed to know the difference?"
"I don't know, I figured maybe, just maybe, you've been paying a little bit of attention since we met."
Ben scoffs. "You know, you don't have to talk down to me. I'm not stupid."
Anna gets up and walks over to the mini fridge. She grabs a bottle of blood and walks back over to Ben, sitting down on the edge of the bed, and handing him the blood. "Here. Drink. I don't want you getting itchy around the witch. She can sense if you're weak."
Ben uncaps the bottle and gulps down the blood. He scrunches his face up as he examines the bottle. "When can we go hunting again? This tastes old. I want fresh blood."
"When we get that tomb open, you can kill anyone you want. For now, just stay focused on Mercedes while I try to get the journal back from Finn's teacher."
"Why did you choose me?" asks Ben innocently.
"I needed someone able to be my eyes and ears. Small town bartender fit the bill."
"There are plenty of bartenders to choose from. Why me?"
"You were sad, Ben. You lacked purpose. You needed me," answers Anna simply.
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Kurt is combing through boxes of old family memorabilia in the kitchen. Blaine sits at the breakfast bar, watching Kurt.
"Do you think Puck really believes us? That we're both trying to help him?" asks Kurt.
"I don't think Puck knows what to believe. Trust isn't something that comes naturally to him."
"You know…I really think that Puck believes that everything he's done, every move that he's made, he's done for love," Kurt considers. "It's twisted, but kind of sad."
"There are other ways to get what you want. You don't have to kill people. Puck has no regard for human life. He enjoys inflicting pain on others. For 145 years, every single time that I have let my guard down and let Puck back into my life, he's done something to make me regret that. I'm not going to make that mistake again."
"So, what do you think will happen if the tomb gets opened and Puck gets Kristian back?"
"I think that no matter what Puck promises, a lot of people will die."
Kurt exhales loudly and picks up a photo from the box. Blaine gets up and stands behind Kurt, examining the photo.
"That's Jonathan Hummel," Blaine points out.
Kurt looks down into the box, puzzled. "What's this?" Kurt opens a wooden box. What appears to be a muzzle is contained within it. Blaine looks as if he recognizes the device, but doesn't explain as Finn enters the room shortly after.
"What are you guys doing?" asks Finn.
"Hey. Just going through some stuff, feeling sentimental," answers Kurt. "Dad had this old family journal from years ago. I thought I'd dig it up."
Finn sits down on the kitchen counter. "Jonathan Hummel's journal?"
"Yeah, what do you know about it?" asks Kurt.
"I just did a history report on it," answers Finn.
"Oh. So where is it now?"
I gave it to Mr. Shuester. He wanted to see it."
Kurt and Blaine exchange looks.
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Will is sitting in a dark classroom at his desk, poring over the contents of the Hummel journal. Only a single lamp lights the pages as he reads from it.
I met Barnette and Giuseppe this evening. I saw the skepticism in their eyes when I showed them the compass.
1864
Giuseppe Anderson, Barnette Abrams and Jonathan Hummel are in the study, looking at the compass and discussing it.
"We're supposed to believe that can track one of them?" asks Giuseppe.
"What is it, magic?" asks a skeptical Barnette.
"It's science," answers Johnathan.
"I'll believe it when I see it," replies Barnette.
"I've been thinking about this church idea. I believe it could work," says Giuseppe.
Blaine opens the door to the study and is startled by the appearance of the company. They all turn and look at Blaine. "Excuse me, Father. I didn't know you had guests."
"We'll be done in a few minutes, son," responds Giuseppe.
"I'll come back. Forgive me, Mr. Hummel, Mr. Abrams." Blaine shuts the door behind him.
"Have you told them?" asks Jonathan.
"Not yet," answers a dejected Giuseppe.
"Giuseppe, we need all the men we can get," pressures Jonathan.
"I'll tell them. You can count on both my boys," replies Giuseppe.
2009
Will has taken the journal to the teacher's lounge to make copies. He takes the printed pages and the journal off the copier and walks over to a locker to place the printed pages in. Out in the dark hallway, Anna walks down the length of the corridor. Will closes the locker and walks out of the teacher's lounge and back to his classroom. He tosses the journal onto the desk and sits back down. Will grabs some papers in a tray and begins to grade them. Anna rushes past his classroom with vamp-speed. Will looks up.
"Hello?"
Will gets up and goes out into the hallway to look around.
"Hello?"
Anna is hiding behind a wall, close by, waiting.
"Someone there?"
Will turns to his right and begins to walk down the corridor, giving Anna the opportunity to vamp-speed into his classroom. Will turns around and quickly walks off to the teacher's lounge. He opens his locker and takes out a duffel bag which he retrieves a blow dart gun from, modified to use wooden stakes. Will takes one of the wooden stakes and inserts it into the blow gun. He cocks the gun and walks back to his classroom.
Before entering, he hides up against the wall out in the corridor next to the classroom door. Swiftly, he turns into the doorway, points the gun, and shoots the dart. Blaine, without effort, grabs the stake and stares at Will. Will begins to reload another stake into the gun as Blaine watches him. Will looks down and cocks the gun, moving towards the doorway as he does so. Blaine vamp-speeds around him and blocks his way. Will looks up at him and Blaine grabs him by his shirt.
"You shouldn't have done that," says Blaine.
Blaine pushes Will into the desk and takes the gun from him. Will scrambles up from the floor, ready to fight.
"Have a seat," says Blaine calmly.
Will hesitates, but Blaine points at a chair, insisting that he does as he is told. Alaric sits down in a desk. Blaine examines the gun.
"What is this, compressed air?" asks Blaine. Will doesn't respond. "Did you make it yourself? Who are you?" Blaine moves closer to Will, who flinches. "I'm not going to hurt you…unless you try that again."
Blaine hands Will the gun and Will takes it. Blaine pulls one of the desk upright and sits on top of it, looking at Blaine.
"Now…who are you?" asks Blaine again.
"I'm a teacher," answers Will.
"Are we gonna have to do this the hard way?"
"I'm also a historian. And while researching Ohio, I-made a few discoveries about your town."
"So, you show up like Van Helsing. Come on. Tell me the truth."
"My wife was a parapsychologist. She spent her life researching paranormal activity in this area. It was her work that led me here."
"Where's your wife?"
"Dead. A vampire killed her."
"Where's the Hummel journal?"
"What do you want with it?"
"Where is it?"
"It's on my desk."
Blaine walks over to the desk to retrieve the journal. "No, it's not."
Will walks over at his desk and sees that the journal is missing. He looks at Blaine. "It was on my desk."