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Chapter Two
It had been a few days since he had talked to Finn, and their conversation was still ringing through Kurt's head. He was walking home late again that night, and the regret that nothing seemed to go well between them stayed rooted in his heart, and it refused to be cut down.
He understood that they both wanted different things in life, and a difference in the life that they wanted to lead. Finn wanted to be a part of that world, where he felt like he was doing good, because that's the way he was taught, and for him, those instructions remained with him, and was made a part of his life. It reminded Kurt of puppet. Premeditated for one purpose and one purpose only, except the puppets they made killed people.
For Kurt, he had always been unwilling to shadow his parents, they expected that it was a small rebellion, as most teenagers go through, but he never grew out of it, and he continuously seemed to have an altered opinion, usually the polar opposite of his parent's. He had constantly wanted something different, whether it was singing along to the musicals he enjoyed, or writing, or flipping through fashion magazines, designing his own clothes in his head, not once had he felt the driving urge to fight, and often found it unneeded in a lot of the cases his parent's used it, especially when no one was being endangered and hurt, then it was just mechanical violence, trying to prove to everyone how big and powerful they were.
But, he didn't see why they had to part ways, and let the distance spread further and further apart just because they didn't see completely eye-to-eye about things.
He sighed as he reached his apartment building, trying to shake away the musings and cobwebs that plagued his mind.
He shuffled up the stairs, the elevator had broken the previous night, luckily he was only on the fourth floor, and although the stairs creaked under his weight, the carpet that covered them long since over-due for a change, they remained sturdy and held up the support.
Moving down the long, stretched-out hallway, he counted through the numbers until he got to his own, number 104. He shuffled to the side, picking the keys out of his pockets, and as he placed his hand on the door knob, he felt it turn easily, without the need of the key.
He felt his heart drop in the pit of his stomach. He always remembered to lock his door, even more so after he had to change his locks so that David couldn't get in again without him knowing. He cursed at himself and opened the door ever so gently, hoping that maybe he did just forget to lock the door on his rush out of the apartment.
He looked inside as he made his way through the door, his hand grabbing at the wall until he found the light switch, the room instantly flooding with light. Kurt allowed his body to relax as he let the door shut behind him, a small creak and a click as it closed.
Nothing seemed out of place, the small living area which only held a television, a small chair, an old wooden table, and a musty couch was still there, the papers that littered the table remained untouched and just how he had left them. The kitchen was the same, nothing touched, nothing out of place, the book he had left on the table laid, spread apart, words down, marking his place, it too was exactly as he had left it.
Finally able to put his mind to rest he threw down his bag, letting it land with a thud, loudly roaring in his ears from the quiet in the apartment.
He headed toward his bedroom, down the small hall, the walls so close together that it was just comfortable for one person to slip through without feeling claustrophobic about walking down it. The door was to the left, just to the side of the closet that held miscellaneous items at the very end of the hall.
The door swung open, the lock loose from age and wear. His eyes caught his blinds that were floating in the wind from the window being cracked open, only about an inch or two, but enough to let the cold night air breeze in, whisking the drab curtains in the air. Kurt shrugged it off, unfortunately the wood that surrounded the window was nearly ancient and had a mind of itself sometimes where that it would find its way open, just a crack, or suddenly shut in the hot summers.
Moving to shut the window the rest of the way he felt a presence in the room that he had not known was there when he walked into the room. Turning around swiftly he saw someone he was hoping had left him alone. But those familiar icy blue eyes and shock of blonde hair were completely familiar to him.
It was his ex-boyfriend, David, who Kurt was sure, had finally left him alone, it had been nearly two years of peace, and although he could remember everything that went on when he was with him like it was yesterday, he didn't really ever think that he would show up again.
"It's been a while hasn't it? I was afraid that you had forgotten all about me," he said to Kurt, his voice the same as ever, laced with anger and unspoken threats, like he always did when he was annoyed or trying to play some fucked up mind game, always the same, and never hard to forget when you lived with it for nearly a year before you found a way to escape the dreadful allure of pain and fear.
"I thought I told you that I was through with you? Was I not absolutely blunt when I told you that I never wanted to see you again," Kurt asked looking up at David, who stood a good three to four inches taller than him. He was trying to not let his voice shake, he wasn't weak like that, and he wasn't going to stand around and let Dave bully him anymore, that wasn't what he wanted, and it wasn't like him to let that happen again.
"You changed the locks, again."
"That would be part of the whole 'leave me the fuck alone' thing that I mentioned. Now get out, or I'm calling the cops and having your ass arrested."
David reached his hand out, grabbing as Kurt's face, smirking when it was slapped away, "Oh, looks like kitty got some claws with that mouth, that's a new one. Last time I saw you were still trying to find your way into this big bad world, like a lost little puppy looking for love," he said mockingly, teasing Kurt, who continued to look at him with contempt.
Tired of listening to him Kurt pushed past him and headed out the bedroom door, moving quickly and surely down the hallway so that he could get to his cell phone that he left in his bag. Before he got down the cramped hallway he felt his arm being grabbed from behind, he turned around swinging, not wanting this to go too far. His fist landed right on David's jaw, disorienting him for a moment, allowing Kurt to release his grip on his arm, about to continue on his way when he was grabbed again, and again he reached out to hit him again, this time his hand was caught and he felt his body thrown against the wall.
"I don't fall for the same thing twice."
Kurt glared at him, trying not to wince as the iron grip on his wrists tightened, securely plastering them to the wall. They were close, and there was barley in room to move in the hall, he was successfully pinned, but Kurt grinned up at him, eyes laughing at the confused mask that David couldn't hide.
"I don't fall for the same thing twice," he said, bringing up his knee into David's groin, the steel grip on his wrists were released and he kicked David's to the side and ran out of hallway, toward the living room where he would find his phone.
Dropping down, reaching into his bag he searched through the mess of stuff he kept in his bag, cursing when he heard David get up, his heart speeding up when the sound of boots walking slowly toward him, one by one, in a steady beat.
"Shit, shit, shit," Kurt frantically tried to find his cell phone that seemed happy and content to remain out of sight, hidden away when it was most needed.
"I think that this is what you're looking for," Kurt's heart stopped as he turned his head to see David holding onto his phone, watching as it was pocketed.
He stood up, trying to get as much distance as he could from his ex. If he actually bothered to keep up with training, like Finn always suggested, he might have had a chance, but he didn't, and David was always bigger than him, and even back when they were dating Kurt could never seem to fight him off, he always kept coming, always hit harder, and Kurt barely managed to get away. It made him feel weak and powerless every time.
Kurt continued to think of some way out David was between him and the door. The panic set in when he felt his back hit the wall, opposite from the door, and he had very little of a chance to get to where he desperately wanted to be.
Why couldn't he have just left him alone?
Still glancing around, trying to calm himself, and not watch the hungry glare David was giving him, something caught his attention. It was a smell that he had learned to ignore when he was on the streets, the sickly sweet smell that, if you were trained, could pick up in an instant, and it was close and so overpowering with it being so close.
Aw, shit. This was not what he needed.
Ignoring David's obliviousness he strained his ears to catch a light thud coming from his room. They were here and they weren't being too careful about their presence.
He felt hands grab at him, pushing him into the wall, but he was to focused on trying to figure out where they were going to come from, trying to remember something that he had been taught, all thoughts failing to bubble up. Kurt gasped as the hands he hadn't realized had a hold on him tightened and his mind came back to what was also going on. Taken aback he tried squirming out of the grasp, finding his efforts futile before there was a sudden movement that caught the corner of his eye and David was on the ground looking up at what had torn him away from Kurt.
Trying to keep his legs from giving out Kurt moved away from the wall, eyes trained on the person in front of him who was leering down at David, whose face was strained with panic and confusion, trying to crawl away as the figure moved toward him.
Still, on instinct he shifted so that he could reach into his back pocket, where he would have, if he was hunting, an extra knife just in case, pure silver, and sharp enough to cut the head cleanly off.
Cursing at himself he watched warily as the vampire continued to move toward David, his stance predatory and ready to kill. It had been a while since he felt like maybe Finn was right and he should have kept weapons all around the house and not just tucked away in the back of his closet where it would be nearly impossible to get to at moments like these.
"Are you alright?"
Kurt turned toward the voice that appeared next to him, backing off away from where a different person stood, a man with short black hair and brown eyes, with a stench rolling off of him that flew out like waves.
Eyes shifted to where the other man had David by the throat, and he looked away, and turned a deaf ear to the muffled screams and pleas for life.
"What are you doing here," he asked, confused, vampires didn't just wander about helping people, especially not someone who came from his lineage.
"Saving your ass, obviously," said the first man, turning away from where the body now lay, tossed to the side, his neck broken and throat cut. His eyes, still pale blue from the kill, burned whole and attacked like daggers, his voice was clearly annoyed.
"Blaine, be nice," said the man with the brown eyes, smiling at Kurt, big and with all of his teeth, his eyes crinkling in the corners, "I would hate to lie and say that we haven't been watching you, but then that wouldn't go out to well now would it? Oh, and I'm Wes, and my friend with the lovely disposition is Blaine."
Kurt looked back and forth between the two vampires, "I would say that it was a pleasure, but this makes undeniably no sense, and even though I am appreciative that you helped me, I don't get what you would want with me." Someone always wanted something from him.
"It's not for your amazing fighting skills, that's for sure," mumbled Blaine, arms crossed, eyes fading into a deep chocolate, bright and deep with something that couldn't be made out, buried under a level of irritation.
"We'll have to get to that a little bit later on, I'm afraid; we need to move quickly before they figure out that we're here and that we've made contact with you before they did. That's not going to go well if they figure it out before we can get out of the city."
"Wait, what is going on? Last time I was aware, skipping town with vampires was something that I needed to avoid without a reason or a doubt, and who is this 'they' that you keep speaking about?"
"Look if you don't come with us, a group of nasty vamps is going to come for you, and then you can say good-bye to humanity and the world, come with us, you'll have a better chance of living, and you'll save us a shit load of time trying to save the world," snapped Blaine, not willing to deal with him if he was going to be uncooperative.
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