A/N I meant to have this last chapter finished and posted on Friday, but between son's Cub Scout Pinewood derby and food poisoning, I only just got caught up with everything.
I really hope you enjoyed this story. I had to fiddle with the time line a little, and moved the events of the Michael episode forward a couple of weeks. I hope you all don't mind.
I'll be posting a funny one shot sometime this week called The Spy...No, The OTHER Spy. I'll also be starting a new story soon, but don't have a title for it just yet.
For now, here's the conclusion of He's Evil, Blaine, E V I L.
Bad Moon
One Month Later...
"What do you mean, he's back?" Kurt asked, agitated.
Blaine looked miserable as he replied. "I can feel him. I'm scared, Kurt!"
Kurt studied the younger boy, who now looked much older. After Sebastian had feed off him the second time, Blaine had looked like a man in his mid thirties rather than a high school student. They'd managed to hide this fact from most of the student body at William McKinley High School through Kurt's adept skill with makeup and a box of dark brown hair dye.
"Well, we know he won't be after your blood anymore. That whole virgin thing being well and truly vanquished," He smiled, remembering not only that first time in the pantry, but the numerous times since. It seemed that once that genie was out of the bottle, there was no getting it back. They seemed unable to help themselves. All it took was one brush of the hands or even a simple look, and they were dragging each other off to some secluded location for some mutual gratification.
"No, I don't think he is after me this time." Blaine said, still frowning. "It's you I'm afraid for. He said he'd punish you for interfering, remember?"
"I'm not afraid. Light Walker, remember? He can't corrupt me."
"That doesn't mean he can't hurt you, Kurt. Please, be careful, for me?"
Kurt smiled and kissed him. "Anything for you, Love."
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"Are you sure this is a good idea, Lady Lips? Tall Dark and Wanky is out to get you, after all." Santana snarked as they made their way to the car park where they were to meet the Warblers. She was the only other person beside Kurt and Blaine who knew the truth about Sebastian. "If what Gandalf the Grey here says is true, maybe you should stay in the car while we deal with this."
"Thank you, Santana, your concern is appreciated, but I'm not backing down from this demon."
Blaine had already had this argument with him a half dozen times since Sebastian had shown up at the Lima Bean the day before. He was certain the creature had something planned for Kurt, but the pale boy seemed unphased. Actually the glasz eyed boy seemed almost eager to face the demon again.
The rest of the New Directions had insisted on coming along, unaware of the danger they were facing. Blaine didn't like where this was heading, and when the music started, he kept his focus on the tall sex demon. He caught a glimpse of the slushie cup making it's way to Smythe's hands, and without even thinking, he leapt in front of his boyfriend.
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"It was demon blood," Karofsky informed the pale skin boy. "We've got him sedated, to keep the corruption from spreading to quickly."
Kurt swore in agitation. "He was aiming for me. The demon blood was meant for me, but why?"
Aleric spoke up from the book he was reading. "He may have been attempting to neutralize your Light Walker blood, to weaken it, in an attempt to corrupt you."
"Would it have worked?" Kurt asked, voice hollow.
"I don't know. As we told you, not much is known of Light Walkers. We're still analyzing the samples you gave us. Sebastian seems to believe it would have, though."
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Santana paced restlessly. She didn't like this plan, but it was the only chance they had. New Directions still had no clue what was really going on. Kurt had told them some bullshit line about rock salt in the slushie, and they bought it. Kurt had assured her that they would play their part in this plan better if they didn't know the truth. Hell, she wished she didn't know the truth.
She took her place on stage with the others, and watched the Warblers file in. She studied the tall boy she knew to be something other than humane. He'd probably be good looking if he didn't have that evil smirk on his face.
Once more music began playing, the difference this time was that the bird boys just sat watching impassively.
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Kurt smiled and moved gracefully with the music, his confidence in his body's appeal apparent. He danced seductively, flirting with the danger in front of him. And it was working. Sebastian watched him like a cobra watching a mouse, ready to pounce. Kurt flitted closer, taunting the taller boy, remaining just out of reach.
As the song played on, Kurt continued to inch closer and then pull back, again and again, until the music came to an end, and he was directly in front of the evil being. And Sebastian was at the end of his control. He reached out and seized Kurt, pulling him in, kissing him hard. Kurt forced himself to relax into the kiss, despite the mutters and confused shouts from his fellow Glee clubbers.
He reached up and cupped the back of Sebastian's head, fisting into the hair there. He tugged the taller man's head back and twisted his head, baring his neck. The temptation was too much, and the vampire struck. Kurt gasped, shocked by how good the bite felt. He couldn't hold back the moan of pleasure as Sebastian drew in the first swallow of his hot, thick blood.
Suddenly the demon pulled away, all but throwing Kurt away from him. "No! What have you done?"
"Light Walker blood. Apparently it works as demon repellent." Kurt's voice was slightly slurred as he pulled himself to his feet.
Sebastian cried out and fell to his knees as a thick, black, oily substance began to pour from his mouth, nose, and ears. "Dude, what is that stuff?" Finn asked, confused.
The creature that had inhabited the body of Sebastian Smythe gathered what was left of it's self and formed a thick shadowy form, before rushing to the closest body and forcing itself into the form.
The female body writhed and spasmed as the creature began to posses it. After a moment there was silence, and then she turned and smiled at Kurt. "You may have won this battle, but not the war, Light Walker. I shall destro-" She stopped in mid sentence, a look of confusion crossing her face. "What is the meaning of this? I control this body now! Stop fighting me!"
Kurt smirked at the dark haired girl. "You may be a sex demon, but you're no match for Satan. Now, Santana!"
The Latina drew something from her pocket, and began blowing into it. The thick oily substance was expelled from her body, and trapped inside the gadget the Society had given them for this occasion. "Yuck! That thing tastes worse than the crap they call ethnic food here in Lima." Santana declared.
"Ok, would someone please explain what is going on here?" The question was asked by Jeff, the blond Warbler. "The last thing I remember was talking to Nick in the hallway outside our dorm at Dalton. How did we get here?"
"You don't remember anything from the last month?" Kurt asked carefully.
"Month! What do you mean month?" This question came from Trent.
Kurt studied all of the Warblers, noticing the confused expressions in their suddenly returned to normal eyes. And the rest of New Directions were also demanding explanations, but before he answered anybody, he took out his phone and called Karofsky.
"Yeah, you were right about my blood. The trap thingy worked. Santana captured the demon formerly known as Sebastian Smythe. How is Blaine?"
"He's fine, he woke up a few minutes ago, no sign of corruption, but we may keep him here a few days for observation, just in case."
"I want to see him, tonight."
"Not a problem. There is a team on it's way to collect the demon now."
"Thanks, Karofsky."
"Hey Bro," Finn began, approaching the smaller boy. "What's going on here, Dude? What was all that with you kissing that other guy? What about Blaine, Dude? Not cool!"
Kurt laughed, in spite of everything else. "First off, don't call me Dude. And second, it's a long story. Let's all go back to the choir room so we can sit down and talk about it."
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An hour later, having finished telling the story of the sex demon, Karofsky the demon hunter, and the fall of the house Dalton, Kurt sat back and listened to the rapidly rising voices as people shouted over each either, all wanting answers to their questions. He sighed inwardly, a headache growing.
"Guys! Enough already! Can't you see that Porcelain is exhausted? What didn't you understand the first time around? Sex demon wanted virgin blood, set his sights on the Hobbit. Mayor of Twinkville there had the remedy and gave it to shorty, making the creature mad. McSlutFace tried to get revenge, but was outsmarted by ticklemedollface. The end."
Kurt didn't know whether to laugh or be offended by Santana's description of the events. "Thank you, Satan. Now if you all will excuse me, I need to go check on Blaine, and then I am going to sleep for a week."
As he walked out of the room, both New Directions and Warblers began to talk over themselves again. Everyone except Jeff and Nick, who were off in a corner, by themselves. He over heard their conversation as he passed.
"I am so sorry, Babe. I don't know how I let him get inside my head like that!" Jeff sobbed into the shorter boy's shoulder.
"It's ok, Hon. He messed with all of our heads. I know you didn't mean any of those things."
They'd discovered that some of the Warblers had started remembering certain things that had happened over the month they'd been in the demon's control.
Nick rubbed the taller boy's back. "Besides, I actually liked some of the tings he made us do." He confessed, blushing furiously.
Jeff looked at him, surprised. "You-you did? What things?"
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Blaine returned to school a few days later, once more looking like a teenage dream. Kurt was very attentive to his handsome boyfriend, bringing him flowers and showering him with gifts, but the best thing in Blaine's mind, were the occasional small PDAs Kurt had begun sharing in the hallways, staking his claim on the curly haired boy.
"You know I love you, don't you, Kurt?" He asked on Friday afternoon.
"Of course! I love you too! You're coming to dinner tonight, right?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world!"
They hugged, before splitting to head to their last classes, History for Blaine, and Social Studies for Kurt. Just before Kurt entered the class room, his cell phone chimed, announcing a text message. It was from Karofsky. He stopped to read it, and a look of horror crossed his face.
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Three hallways down, Blaine slid into his seat, smirking at the teenagers milling innocently around him. His normally hazel eyes slowly darkened to pitch black pools, completely wiping out even the whites. His grin turned to a smile of pure evil as he contemplated the feast before him...
The End
