A/N Sorry I haven't posted in a couple of days. Hubby was hogging the computer. Hope you all are enjoying this so far.
Reviews always appreciated!
Boyfriends, Demons, and Revelations
Blaine watched Kurt drive away. Outwardly, he looked like he couldn't care less. But inside his mind a voice was screaming.
Oh god, what have I done? Kurt! Come back! No! Help me!
Blaine frowned, and took a step towards his car, intending to go after the other boy, but then another voice whispered in his mind. Dark, seductive, drowning out the louder voice.
He rejected you. He doesn't care. You are better off without him. Let him go.
The voice was Sebastian's, and filled him with the memory of the pleasure they'd shared. He closed his eyes, then turned and walked back into the school, forgetting all about Kurt.
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"Da-Dave?" Kurt said, surprised to see his former bully slipping into the seat beside him. "What are you doing here?"
"Believe it or not, I'm here to help you." Kurt just stared at him for a moment. There was something different about him. He couldn't figure out exactly what it was, but decided to trust his instincts, which were telling him to listen to the other boy. He nodded and waited.
"Good, now you need to drive while I talk. I'll tell you were to go. For now get on the freeway heading north."
"Where are we going?" Kurt asked, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.
"I'm going to take you to some people who can help us deal with your problem."
Kurt glanced at him for a moment, before turning back to the road and pulling on to the on ramp. "And how would you know about my problem?"
"Your boyfriend is being pursued by a demon. We suspect a connubial demon."
"A sex demon? What, don't look so surprised, I know plenty of Latin words. I'm more surprised that you know it."
Karofsky just shrugged. "I've learned a lot of new words in the past few months. Take the next exit and turn left. It'll be about six miles down the road on the right."
Kurt glanced at the other boy again, and suddenly realized what was different about him. Or part of it anyway. He seemed so much more confident in himself. "Ok, so this Sebastian Smythe is a sex demon?"
"We think so. Connubial demons feed on sexual energy."
"So the bastard wants to screw my boyfriend?"
"No. He needs Blaine to remain a virgin."
"But you sai-"
"It's complicated. Yes, they feed off of sexual energies, but each year they must drink the blood of a virgin three times before the blood moon rises, or they begin to age. He's already bitten your boy once, last night."
"How do you know that?"
"Aside from the glaringly obvious hickey he was sporting this morning?" Karofsky asked. "Didn't you notice anything else different about his appearance?"
Kurt thought back to his confrontation with the man he loved more than any other. He forced himself not to think about the bad boy clothes, which had actually been kind of hot. He focused on the beloved face. "He looked older."
"Exactly. The demon is steeling Blaine's youth, literally. Each time he drinks from him, your boyfriend will get older, until he is nothing but a withered husk."
Kurt was silent as he considered this. "So, if Blaine wasn't a virgin anymore, Fangface would lose interest?"
"It's not that simple. The demon has created bond with your boy. He can call him at will, and he can control him. Right now he's probably under compulsion to either stay away from you, or drive you away. If you tried to be intimate with him now, it would almost be rape. Pull over there, into that driveway."
Kurt frowned at the building indicated. It was the only structure for a few miles. "It's a church."
"Not anymore. Welcome to the home of The Society of Light."
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Karofsky led him into the abandoned church, and down a set of stairs hidden behind the ruined pulpit. He was led through a set of double doors into a brightly lit room roughly the size of a football field, completely hidden underground.
There were several people in the room, some of them sitting at computers, others skimming through books that looked extremely old and fragile.
In one corner was what appeared to be an exercise area where several people appeared to be doing some type of martial arts. The man leading the exercise glanced up when the two boys entered, and whispered something to one of the others, before walking towards Kurt and Dave.
He smiled brightly at Karofsky, who smiled in return as the older man hugged him, and gently kissed him. Kurt just looked on, a questioning eyebrow raised in a perfect arch.
"Kurt, this is Aleric Dieudonne, my mentor, trainer, and boyfriend. Aleric, Kurt Hummel."
The older male looked Kurt over with an air of awe, as if he were being introduced to royalty. "Mr. Hummel, it is an honor to actually meet you in person. The Society has been in a state of perpetual excitement when we learned of you."
"Uh, that's not creepy at all." Kurt snarked. "What is the Society, and why have you been spying on me?"
"The Society of Light monitors the dwellers of the Shadow Worlds who prey on humans," Karofsky explained. "Demons like the one targeting your boyfriend. Preternatural beings that feed on the innocent."
"Ok, I get that part, but what exactly does this have to do with me?"
"Not all preternatural beings are evil," Aleric explained. "You are one of the rarest of preternatural beings, one of the good ones. You are a Light Walker."
"Oooookay. Well, it was nice meeting you, but I really need to get going. So many things to do, and there is a sale going on at the mall, so-"
"Kurt, relax, no one here is going to hurt you," Aleric smiled, trying to reassure the pale boy. "If you'll let me explain, I promise we'll help you save Mr. Anderson."
Kurt examined the two men standing in front of him. "Fine, start talking. What is a Light Walker, and what makes you think I'm one?"
"Let's go to the dining room and get some coffee. I'll explain everything." Fifteen minutes later they were sitting at table in what looked like a hospital cafeteria, although the coffee was much better than the swill usually to be had in such places.
"Ok, so, Light Walkers. Start talking." Kurt sat back, sipping his beverage.
Aleric took a deep breath and began. "Not much is known about Light Walkers. You are only the seventh known to exist. All of you have a single common ancestor, the very first Light Walker, Mary of Nazareth."
"Wait a minute, I may not be religious or anything, but I know who Mary of Nazareth was. The Mother of Christ? You think I am depended from her?"
"Yes. While Jesus was her first born son, he was not her only child. Historical records showed that she and Joseph had several offspring together. You are directly descended from her third son."
"And you know this how?"
"The Society was founded shortly after the death of Christ. We've kept records from the very beginning, including a fairly extensive genealogy of the descendants of Mary of Nazareth. I can show you your family tree, and how you are related to each of the other five Light Walkers. You are the first one we've found since Jeanne d'Arc. The others were scattered over the centuries before that."
"Joan of Arc? I'm related to Joan of Arc?"
"Distantly, yes. Some type of very distant cousin that I'm sure I couldn't really begin to explain."
Kurt just sat there, looking back and forth between the two males sitting across from him, trying to decide if he was being punked. The earnest looks on their faces, coupled by the sincerity in Dave's eyes, made him think they were telling the truth, or at least believed they were. "Ok, fine. You still haven't told me what a Light Walker is."
Aleric sighed. "The truth is, we don't know exactly. We've never studied one before. Our mission has always been to just observe those dwellers who do no harm. We fight the evil ones when necessary, but we leave the peaceful ones alone. All we really know about Light Walkers is that their souls are some how different than other people's. Purer, stronger. The tend to form stronger bonds with those they love, and something about them keeps the darker entities of the Shadow Worlds from being able to corrupt them."
He paused and glanced at Karofsky, then glanced down at the table before continuing. "We were, um, hoping you would allow us to take a blood and tissue sample so that we could study it, see if we can figure out what makes yo different."
"WHAT?" Kurt jumped to his feet. Karofsky stood more slowly, hands out placatingly.
"Kurt, think about it. If they can figure out what it is about you and your kind that makes you demon proof, maybe they can use it to save your boy friend!"
That stopped Kurt in his tracks. He sighed, and then whined, "I hate needles."
