Author's Note: And here we are, I hope the wait wasn't too long, I lost track of a bunch of things. I hope this chapter is good, it's kind of my favorite part. This is also where my planning kind of runs out, so I'm going to try and make a nice little outline to keep me on track.
This is also where my planning kind of runs out, so I'm going to try and make a nice little outline to keep me on track.
Lots Of Love
"Again, "commanded Blaine, glaring as Kurt made his way up from the mat, taking too long for his tastes.
"Can you give me a second to catch my breath, god-dammitt," Kurt demanded, sucking in air into his abused lungs. They had been at this for hours, and he was getting tired of Blaine's impatience and apparent hatred towards him. He got that Blaine thought that he was weak, blah blah, that didn't give him the right to be an outright asshole. He was there wasn't he, and he was trying dammitt, he just wasn't used to this strain on his body yet, and Blaine pushed him harder than anyone ever had.
"Oh yes, of course, because in a real fight they'll always stop to let you have a little breather," he scoffed, suddenly moving swiftly to attack Kurt, to catch him completely off guard, but this time Kurt saw him approaching toward him and blocked the attack before Blaine could get in a punch, effectively swerving him to the side.
He jumped back, evading another move.
"You're going to have to do a hell of a lot more than just avoiding attacks, it may slow down your opponent, but you also slow down as well," Blaine adapted directions and Kurt misplaced him for a moment, a mistake that sent him to the ground with an attack from behind, sending him down to the mat, Blaine pinning him down.
"Sloppy, sloppy, "Blaine hissed, before he felt the tip of a weapon rest above his heart.
"Didn't you also mention something about paying attention," Kurt breathed out, chest heaving as he chocked air into his lungs, which became increasingly difficult with Blaine's weight holding him down, "I do believe that a vampire would be dead if I pushed this in just a little further."
Blaine glared at him, swiftly jumping away from Kurt, to the other side of the training mat, "Again."
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"So, are you going to explain to me what all of this is about or are you just going to stand there and glare at me like you're trying to set me on fire," muttered Kurt, marginally agitated. The others who Wes had introduced him to have sensed the tension in the air and made their way out of the room quickly, but at least they tried to make it seem casual, they didn't blur out of the door like they could have. Wes followed them; calling out behind him that Blaine had the burden of clarifying the situation to him.
They had stood in silence, and Kurt couldn't take it anymore. He just wanted Blaine to elucidate what was going on, and then maybe they could get it over with and make it as painless as possible.
Blaine sighed, not resigning but it at least felt like he was going to explain.
"Four things, you own the world
In order you will find three
When the darkest night strikes the moon
Two bloods mix for any to savor
First to find the second
Artifact blessed by moral priests
For worship or for drink
Mix of mortal and immortal
Second to the third
This is blessed by immortals
A weapon for the future
One that ended in death
Third will be there
House of the most powerful hunters
An ancient family of hidden demons
In plain sight it will be
This one is found by smell
Taste will flood the senses
To turn you must stop
Control and let the flow
Three you must mix
Combined in the holy goblet
Cut by the ancient dagger
Of mortal and immortal"
Blaine stopped, "We found that on an old piece of cloth. It explains a way that a vampire could become so powerful he could take over the world. We need to find the items that the instructions list. We have a good idea of the first one, a goblet, and we have a clue as to where it is. To find the next object, which we have no clue what it could be, other than that it is a liquid. But to find the liquid we have to find the goblet first, which will give us a clue to where the liquid lies. Then the third is a dagger, which we will find after the liquid. The items combined must be drunk and in doing so the vampire will be give enormous power, they will be virtually unstoppable."
"Why do you want to find all of these items anyway," Kurt asked suspiciously.
"There is a coven that is looking for these, and we want to find them first, so that they can't get the power," Blaine said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Wait, there was four items needed to complete this. What is the fourth?"
"You haven't figured that part out yet? And here I thought that all of you hunters were so intelligent."
Kurt had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that wasn't caused by Blaine's incisive mocking, "'Found by scent?' As in, what a vampire can smell. 'Taste that floods the senses.' Blood. So, it's someone whose blood is more distinct than any other typical human."
"Well, you've got that right," Blaine smirked, like he knew the internal battle that raged on inside of Kurt. Desperate to rationalize, but not willing to believe what his gut was telling him, "But come on, surely you must have an idea of who it could be."
Kurt shook his head, "You've got to be joking. There is no way that my blood could be like that, I'm a hunter."
"So? Haven't you ever noticed anything strange when you were hunting then? How they go for you instead of anyone you're with? How the hunger seems to intensify and their concentration slips for some unknown reason," he watched as Kurt thought about when he was saying, as he let the information soak in. He knew that Blaine was right, that he was recounting things that have happened.
"It's because of your blood," he continued, "It matches your pretty face," his face, usually masked with an arrogant and taunting smirk turned dark and foreboding, his tone haunting and contemplative, "That isn't supposed to happen. A human shouldn't look the way you do and then to smell like you do, you're the most tempting prey for any predator. You even look like one of us. Eyes and skin that look as though they haven't been in contact with anything but moonlight."
Kurt shook his head, he did not want to believe what he was hearing, what he knew. It didn't make any sense.
"Come on and admit it to yourself already, you already know what I'm saying is the truth."
"Does my blood truly lure in vampires? It appears so incredibly impossible that someone's blood could do that, that my blood has that power."
"Everyone's blood has its own scent, but normal humans have only the slightest bit difference in the aroma they have. You, yours stands out, it is such a distinct and potent smell, and if it were a bitter and uninviting scent you would be fine. Unfortunately, it's warm and sweet, something that seduces a vampire, and lures them straight to you," he smiled slightly, "At the very least, you don't have to worry about any of us attacking you, we're all old enough and as long as your blood stays inside your body we have nearly perfect control."
"Wait, but if the smell is so strong, won't whoever it is who is trying to find all the items are able to easily track me?"
"See, that's the issue we were thinking about, but, at least in this house, no one can track any of us, including you. Outside of it however, that's a completely different story," Blaine caught himself as he slowly and by complete accident began to relax around Kurt. He arranged his face back into his disgusted scowl.
"And because you're more of a risk to us you need to be trained. Now, it seems that I have the lovely duty of doing just that, and from the way you couldn't even take on that human, you've got a lot of work to do before I think you're ready.
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Kurt pivoted, trying to catch Blaine off guard when Blaine unpredictably altered his direction, side stepping off to the side. He went to counter his movements, but was too late and Blaine was behind him, hand on his throat.
He leaned into Kurt's throat, for an instant he let his grip constrict and his eyes disappear into a metallic blue, a musky sweet perfume enticing his body to take him. He could feel the beating heart straining rapidly against Kurt's chest cavity, pumping the blood through his body, warm and inviting. He was aching for a taste, a feast.
He needed control.
Dragging himself out of the spell he slackened his hold.
Piercing eyes were the first thing he was met with when he was able to pull away from the cobwebs that had covered his senses with desire.
"Watch out for unexpected shifts in direction, you forget that we have more swift of control of our bodies than you. You can leave," his voice was husky and strained but he released Kurt and scrutinized him as Kurt walked briskly through the doors of the training room.