A/N: Written for the anon prompt 'vampire'. Not everyone finds their soulmate in the same place. Vampire!Kurt Eventual Vampire!Sebastian. Romance, soulmate, supernatural. Warning for biting, blood sucking, fangs, and just a tiny bit of gore. Nothing excessive.
Kurt sat in the shadows and watched the smug, overly confident man wander the abandoned city streets. Every night, just after eleven, he emerged from his upscale penthouse on the upper east side and walked…just walked around the vacant city for hours and hours, down every dark alleyway, into every seedy corner of town. Kurt's red eyes glowed as he watched with a mixture of curiosity and awe. Who was this ignorant man that he thought he could invade Kurt's world unprotected, unarmed, and come out alive?
Yet every night he did just that.
Kurt found himself inexplicably drawn to this man. He gravitated toward him, but he did not touch him.
Kurt could take his life so easily. He knew what the man wanted.
Still, the mortals who had been asinine enough to seek him out over the years at least feared him, but not Kurt's current prey. This brazen man with the chocolate colored hair, eyes like emeralds, and ridiculous amount of self-worth mocked Kurt with his very existence. This beautiful mortal's unmitigated gall made Kurt furious…and thirsty.
Kurt watched in amusement as other vampires stalked his prize. Newbie pups drooled over him, red saliva dripping over their chins as they tracked him to his apartment, only to have their necks ripped open by Kurt when they ventured too close. Even those vampires that didn't hunt humans, the ones who struggled so hard to hold on to their humanity, longed for a bite of him, but at least they had restraint enough to keep their distance. They could sense the claim that surrounded him. No human, no matter how irresistible, was worth going up against an Old World demon such as Kurt.
A vampire of Kurt's age was a rare monster, so old that he had journeyed through all the stages of his transformation a thousand times: blood lust, denial, acceptance, decision, cruelty and vengeance. Now, with countless years under his belt, none of them worth counting or remembering, he had simply started to go mad.
The night had finally come when his overwhelming desire for blood, for this man's blood, became too excruciatingly difficult to ignore. Nothing else seemed to satisfy him. No amount of death, human or vampire, could settle him.
As if the burn of his own thirst wasn't enough, before going home for the night, the shameless man turned to the empty night and yelled, "I don't know what you're waiting for, old man."
Kurt felt his fangs rip into his own lip as he snarled. The man smirked as if he knew the reaction his words had prompted.
"I'll leave a window open for you if that makes it easier."
Then he slipped past the confounded doorman without another word.
Kurt forced himself to wait. He had yet to make the decision to give this insolent ass immortality, but regardless, Kurt didn't want to accidentally tear his heart out of his chest before he had made a conscious choice.
A part of Kurt wanted to shut this man down permanently; wipe the conceited smirk from his face and drain him of every last drop of precious blood. Kurt wanted to watch his eyes go blank and his life slip away slowly until it was completely and irretrievably lost.
But there was another part of him, a part that Kurt didn't want to acknowledge; a weak, hidden, almost human part of his psyche that was desperately lonely. That loneliness, always suppressed, always silent, had never been an issue before.
Why now? Why after so long?
Kurt waited till the man's windows had gone dark before he made his move.
He growled with rage when he saw the window had indeed been left wide open for him. He was through it and settled over the man's chest in a flash.
The man wasn't sleeping. He lay in his bed awake, staring at the ceiling.
Now he was staring at Kurt.
He smiled.
"I thought you might not come," he said softly. The man sounded relieved. Kurt sat back a little, confused. "It certainly took you long enough."
"How dare you?" Kurt barked. "How dare you taunt me, you…you…"
"Sebastian," the man offered. "My name's Sebastian."
"Sebastian." Kurt repeated the name, held onto it, made the sound of it his own.
Kurt's mind wandered for a moment. Why was it suddenly so important for him to know this man's name?
He didn't notice the finger that boldly traced a line down his cheek. A sudden rush of warmth sent an alarm throughout his body.
Kurt startled, shaking the hand from his face.
"Don't touch me," Kurt warned, his voice low and dangerous. "Don't even look at me."
"But isn't that what gets you off?" Sebastian teased. "The look of pain and agony in someone's eyes when you snuff out their life?"
"Fuck you!" Kurt sneered as he hovered just above Sebastian's body. "I would love to see you suffer."
Sebastian raised an eyebrow, seemingly unperturbed by Kurt's outburst.
"Is that really what you want?"
"What else would I want?" Kurt asked.
"I know you want me," Sebastian stated matter-of-factly.
Kurt grew angry, annoyed that Sebastian could make him lose any measure of self-control.
"What I want is your blood. That's all I want."
Sebastian sat up slightly, propping himself up on his elbows, closing the space between himself and Kurt.
"So…" Sebastian whispered, lips mere inches from Kurt's, "why don't you take it then?"
Kurt put a hand to Sebastian's chest, pressing him back onto the bed, and felt him shudder. Kurt smiled, fangs lengthening at the scent of fear prevalent in the air.
"So you are afraid after all?"
"Afraid of dying?" Sebastian asked with a slight tremor in his voice. "Of course I'm afraid of dying. I'm not an idiot. But I'm not afraid of you."
"Then you're a bigger idiot than you realize."
Kurt put his free hand to Sebastian's cheek and turned it, searching out the beckoning pulse that fluttered beneath Sebastian's pale skin. Kurt licked his lips, tracing over the tiny, rapidly beating spot with his fingertips.
He felt Sebastian sigh in contentment at his touch.
Kurt became enraged…and strangely excited.
"That's right," Kurt purred mockingly. "Just relax. This is only going to hurt…a lot…"
Sebastian held his breath and Kurt bit him, sinking surgically sharp fangs deep into his jugular, clamping down tight. He intended to pull, wanted it to hurt, wanted Sebastian to gasp and scream, but a single taste of Sebastian's blood touched Kurt's tongue and he stopped. Kurt froze, astonished that Sebastian's blood even had a flavor. Mostly, taking blood was an act of pure need, and the hot rush of it infused Kurt with adrenaline, made him feel alive. But Sebastian's blood was different - sweet like honey, like he was meant to drink it. Different sensations exploded over him at once; sensations that had faded over time or that he chose to block out. He could smell roses growing in the garden outside, the fragrance of the night blooming jasmine that climbed up the stone walls. He heard music from a few apartments down below – Mozart Symphony No. 40 in G-minor. It surprised him to recall that he knew the piece by heart, that he could play parts of it if there were a piano available.
Kurt could feel - not in the shallow, overly-romanticized way humans felt. Every inch of him burst open, raw and sensitized like jagged nerves seeking out every sensation and pummeling him with them all at once.
Kurt felt Sebastian's heart racing in his chest until it almost burst, but the more he drank, it started to slow, until the telltale thub-thub of its rhythmic beat softened, nearly imperceptible to even Kurt's superior hearing. Kurt reluctantly withdrew his fangs and crept backward off the bed, red eyes locked to Sebastian's emerald gaze, waiting with eager satisfaction for the painful throes of death to begin.
Kurt perched on a nearby chair. He watched Sebastian die. Mortals dying was usually his favorite part - the human arrogance turning to fear as realization set in. Kurt tried to grin, to spread his lips into the most gruesome, frightening grimace he could conjure, but one look into Sebastian's panic stricken eyes stopped Kurt cold. His own realization smacked him like a fist to the face.
Sebastian was dying.
He was scared and alone and dying, with no one for comfort or company but a soulless devil.
All at once, it became too much to bear.
Kurt flew to his side in an instant. Sebastian screamed, pain hitting him like the sting of a thousand hot irons against his flesh. Kurt vaguely remembered it, but he never allowed himself to relive the experience until now. Sebastian's arms flailed, stiff and useless, grabbing at the sheets, raking across them, searching for something.
Or someone, Kurt realized.
Kurt grabbed Sebastian's hand and held it.
Kurt knew Sebastian was blind by now, his venom killing all his cells, destroying anything healthy and strong and turning it worthless and diseased.
"I'm here," Kurt whispered, hoping that Sebastian might hear his voice once before that sense left him, too. Kurt didn't understand why easing Sebastian's pain was suddenly so important to him. If he could solve that riddle, then maybe he'd be able to figure out why he had started crying.
"Shhh, it'll be alright," Kurt hushed, overcome with forgotten feelings of agony and despair.
What if Sebastian didn't survive? What if he didn't make it?
After all these many centuries, would the sun be enough to kill Kurt?
It took hours for Sebastian to die. The torture of it almost ripped Kurt to pieces. He stayed by Sebastian's side until his last breath, leaning close to Sebastian's mouth to feel its heat as it escaped his body. Then he lay still, twisted, deformed, his features frozen with the mask of death. This was the point when most killers left, but Kurt stayed. He straightened Sebastian's body, laid him out on his bed with his head resting on the pillow. Kurt shut Sebastian's fixed, staring eyes, and closed his silently screaming mouth. When he was done, Sebastian appeared peacefully asleep.
Kurt waited.
Kurt felt the prickling beneath his cold skin that warned him that dawn was only a few short hours away, but he refused to leave without knowing that Sebastian would be okay, that he had somewhere dark to hide from the sun.
Sebastian's eyes snapped open and searched the room for Kurt. Kurt's red eyes locked onto Sebastian's hungry stare, his beautiful green eyes gone, replaced with the red eyes of a killer.
Sebastian smiled, sitting up in bed and looking around, taking in the world with his new, exceptional sight, the sight that would help him hunt down prey, seek out blood and heat, even underground or in the cold of winter.
His eyes returned to Kurt and the smile grew wider.
"You're still here?" Sebastian asked casually.
Kurt cringed. Really, what had he expected?
"Yeah," Kurt replied, rising from his seat. He straightened his clothes to have something to do other than stare at this gorgeous newborn. "I'm still here. I couldn't decide whether I wanted to let you burn or not. Sunrise is in a few hours."
"And you decided to let me live?" Sebastian teased. Kurt rolled his eyes. How was it possible that Sebastian managed to get even more annoying by becoming a vampire? Kurt shook his head in disgust.
"You're welcome," Kurt groaned sarcastically, making his way to the window. He stopped for a moment to look out at the sky, to gauge the sensation of heat rising beneath his skin and decide where would be safest for him to spend the daylight hours.
He waited a moment longer to see if Sebastian would try and stop him from leaving.
"So, you got what you wanted," Kurt hissed, feeling strangely bitter and used. "You're immortal."
The word felt like poison on Kurt's tongue. He focused on an obliging cemetery in the distance, preparing to disappear.
Sebastian vaulted silently off the bed and caught Kurt quickly, effortlessly holding him with a single hand.
"So, does that mean I get to spend an eternity with you?"
Kurt laughed.
"Who says I want to spend eternity with you?"
Sebastian took Kurt's face in his hands, delicately tracing over Kurt's cheekbones with his thumbs, mindful of his new strength. Sebastian's body surged with Kurt's powerful venom, replacing weak human blood in his veins. With his new eyes he could see Kurt truly for what he was, perfect and smooth, like fine, flawless porcelain. Part of him was rage and fire. Part of him was fragile and longed to be loved and protected.
"I know because you stayed," Sebastian whispered, risking a kiss to Kurt's blood streaked cheek, his tongue licking over the remains of a red tear Kurt had forgotten. "You held my hand. You told me it would be alright. I was right all along…" Sebastian waited a moment to see if Kurt would try and pull away. Sebastian captured Kurt's lips gently, enjoying the new sensation of lips that were so strong, so cool, so different from fragile human skin. Sebastian smiled, barely leaving Kurt's mouth as he spoke. "You want to be with me…as much as I always wanted to be with you."
Kurt's eyelids fluttered in his confusion – an unnecessary human tic that cropped up only when Kurt felt lost or vulnerable, something that hadn't happened in so long, Kurt couldn't even remember it.
"I…I don't understand…" Kurt stuttered. "You went through all of this…you died…you became inhuman…just to be with me?" Kurt shook his head in disbelief. "Why?"
Sebastian rested his forehead against Kurt's, wrapping strong arms around him and holding him tight.
"Because you belong to me. I belong to you. Not everyone finds their soulmate in the same place."