Here it is. Things will go down hill for many characters after this chapter but I promise a (relatively) happy ending.
Due to freelance work and classes, writing this lil story is becoming difficult but I've sworn not to abandon it. New Reviews will only motivate me to finish it.
Again this is unedited and I am extremely sleepy -_-
"That's a rather broad term to throw around-"
"But it's apt, Yentl.
A disgruntled Rachel looked through the window, the large purple bruises she received from colliding with Puck earlier already fading at a remarkable pace. "Become a god? Isn't that sacrilegious? Wait-" Puck turned to Berry,"- us Jew's can think that right? Or is it a Christian-y thing?"
A frustrated groan escaped Kurt, his pale hands rubbing against his face. "You both do a disservice to your community."
The last five minutes had been an awkward exchange of insincere apologies stemming from Kurt's kindness and demonic revelation.
"Why would a demon come to Lima for a chance at godhood?" Rachel asked, propping herself on the couch. "Besides a human population vehemently in denial of all things supernatural, what is so special about this place? "
Decades ago, Kurt believed Lima was the town where only lonely cows came to die. Major businesses, cocaine-fueled seers or power artifacts were nowhere to be found in the land's rather bland history.
Only a relatively recent prophecy of a young witch ascending in Lima drew the attention of a few evil law firms years ago, all intent on devouring her magical potential the moment she turned of age.
Over the course of thirty-two murders, the vampire slaughtered every firm representative that crossed the state line. Whatever power-hungry organizations left still standing were effectively dissuaded.
Kurt returned to a life of reverie and traveling after the incident, feeding on pig's blood and the occasional would-be rapist who thought a slender 16-year-old boy made for an easy target. Being an immortal vampire with diamond hard skin and deadly allergies, life was pleasant.
Lima had drifted from his sights when two golden skinned siblings approached him in a dream one night, their voices flat and sense of clothing outdated by at least a millennium or two. Casual snide remarks between the three escalated to an epic bitchy verbal brawl that ended with a slap from one of the siblings, shocking Kurt awake. By then he knew the fate of Lima.
"Kids, your fabulous backwater town will be the first rest stop in an international road trip by a coven ," Kurt said.
Puck folded his arms to his chest, clearly unimpressed. "So a bunch of peyote smoking lesbians will be passing by our town."
"They aren't the problem. The coven was composed of powerful women-"
"You used past tense," Rachel noted.
"A week ago the coven recovered the body of man from the ruins of Sunnydale. You both know the town, correct?"
The two nodded.
"When he was alive, the man's body was a prison to a fallen Hell God."
They simultaneously dropped their jaws. "Now when you mean Hell God," Puck spoke, "you mean like the devil, right?"
The two, even with their slayer strength and resilience, knew so little of the actual world, it bordered on non-existent. "Puck," Kurt placed his small hand on the Slayer's shoulder, "The 'devil' you know was actually a low-level demon that was killed several centuries ago by Mary Magdalene"
"The Hell God, Glorificus, was native to a hell dimension and part of a triad that reveled in combat, plagues, and loss." Attempting to read the expressions of his audience, Kurt found Rachel's dilated eyes a tad unnerving. A roll of sweat covered Puck's forehead.
"The two gods soon witnessed Glorificus towering over them in terms of strength, reaching heights of power rarely seen among their kin. The two united and managed to cast Glorificus into our dimension, bound her strength and used a mortal's body as a prison. When the man's last day on earth would arrived, it would've been hers as well."
The thrumming of a cell phone danced in the background as Puck and Rachel quietly took in the information. Rachel reached into an impossibly small pocket sewn into her dress, read the text the message and tucked the phone away. They loved interrupting didn't they?
"Glorificus managed to snag control of her host's body years ago and kidnapped a girl capable of opening the door to her native realm," Kurt said. "Old Glory failed spectacularly thought and died in the process, leaving her godly essence in the decaying body of a very mortal man."
"And the coven harvested that power," Rachel guessed.
"Right."
Primordial magic was one of the few things in the world whose worth ranked higher than gold or kittens, Kurt learned in his first few years being a vampire. Evil had a strange love/eat relationship with cute.
"The coven channeled the essence into a Mao Ping jar, but were murdered as they were teleporting from the ruins of the town. Now the jar is here and a dozen cults, demonic chain gangs, and evil businesses have their sights set on being the next Queen of Mount Olympus."
No one spoke or broke into an anxiety-induced asthma attack that would've left Kurt sputtering like an old car. While not feeding on humans, a lack of sympathy had crippled Kurt's once-helpful nature. "Both of you may be gifted but Glorificus and company are big city. At best...you two are a congested highway accident...with an injured dog in stable condition."
Older players participating in the upcoming Battle Royale would wipe the floor with them.
The girl called Rachel displayed technique and cunning but relied on the echoing skills of past Slayers to guide her. Sooner or later she would run into an opponent familiar with her style, and unlike Kurt, wouldn't blink before killing her.
The beefy tan one with the Shakespearean name had strength. Yet Puck was a one-note, predictable and short-sighted enough to charge head first into a trap or fall for a feign during a fight. He would likely die first. "The two of you don't want to be here when things turn grim."
"There are eleven of us, you pessimist," said Rachel.
Numbers always caught Kurt off guard. "Oh."
The other Slayer almost jumped up from the realization. "Yeah," he began counting his fingers. "There's my buddy Finn, Tina, Sam, Britney and the skank, Aretha, Mike, Sugar, trouty mouth and-," he raised his foot into the air,"Professor X."
The whirring of a speeding iron ball coming from his left caught Kurt's attention but for the first time in his life he was too slow to react. The ball struck his temple, cracking the hard skin before he fell to the floor.
A large booted foot landed on his chest, pressing Kurt firmly against the ruined wood. Oh these damn kids are going to pay.
Looking up, Kurt saw Puck leaning over him, his face serious but void of anger. Rachel stood next to him, a baseball shaped iron in the palm of her hand. Where the hell had she kept the trinket?
"I almost believed you were being decent by telling us," Rachel said, "until I remembered you were a vampire." She turned to Puck. "I just got a text from Mike. Tina is sensing dozens of vampires crossing the barrier she placed."
Kurt felt the weight placed on his chest lighten at the news. "What do we do with him?" Puck asked.
"The same thing we do with every vampire we fight, no matter how helpful they make themselves seem," Rachel said.
Kurt had contingency plans in case one of the demonic factions managed to find the godly essence tucked away in the local high school. There were even plans created if he lost a leg.
Yet he had not counted on these little wild cards hovering over him like an Abercrombie & Fitch ad. "Do you really think I'm faking being nice?" Kurt snapped. "I'm being helpful because I don't want this town to die." Kurt snuck fingers underneath the heavy boot and pushed the leg upward. Thrown off-balance, Puck stepped back and blocked the oncoming blow to the stomach by Kurt as the vampire turned into a blur between the two.
Kurt swung a roundhouse at Rachel's temple, and felt a satisfying crack as the kick connected. Rachel recovered between blinks before jabbing a long thin blade behind Kurt's swinging knee. He let out a loud and long profanity.
He tried retreating but only his left leg was able to step back. The wounded right leg throbbed and remained locked in a straight position. What the hell was it with these kids and jamming things into him?
"I've locked your knee-"
"I know what you did, Captain Exposition! Let me have my moment here!" Apparently kids these days were not big on letting vampires recover. Thick arms wrapped around Kurt's neck and dragged him back. Puck's. For some reason he felt disappointed in the realization. Through the darkness of the living room, Kurt could see Rachel taking steps towards them, a long silver stake in hand.
Alpha leaders like her wouldn't miss his heart. "A regular vampire would've ripped your sleeping body apart!" shouted Kurt, his voice muffled by Puck's muscular arm. A sharp yank to his head by Puck caused him to whimper, the fine porcelain skin around his neck fracturing noisily.
Moves that often involved crippling one's body in the process were often relied upon by Kurt in situations like these. It saved him the first time he fought a Slayer and it would save him again...fighting two Slayers this time. What were the odds of that happening?
This is what he won for trying to save the town his father cherished.
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