A/N: Just so you guys know, due to popular demand 'The Idea of You' will have a second and third part. But for now I am foraging on ahead. Written for Kurtbastian Week 2014 Day 3. Summary: This is a Buffy the Vampire Slayer inspired AU focusing on Willow and Oz's storyline. Rating: R (For language, supernatural violence, and talk of sexual situations)
The soft dirt and peat gave Kurt no traction whatsoever as his feet pounded into the ground. He dodged the headstones, gleaming white marble glowing eerily in the moonlight, reflecting off his own alabaster skin and making him look like a specter himself. The sound of sinister heavy breathing filled his ears and he knew the monster was close. He didn't need to hear it though. He had performed this dance numerous full moons before. He could feel the animal in his blood. It moved when he moved, dodged when he dodged, followed his prints in the ground step for step, matching his pace.
The animal toyed with him, but Kurt was in complete control.
Kurt veered right and his foot sank ankle deep in a patch of fresh manure.
"Ugh!" Kurt groaned, stopping a moment to yank his foot free with a sickening slurp. "No! My vintage powder blue Converse!"
Kurt threw an angry glare over his shoulder.
"You asshole!" he bellowed, but started off again so that the creature wouldn't gain too much ground. In the dark, where the creature pursued Kurt in the low light and the shadows, Kurt swore he heard a deep, menacing chuckle.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, laugh now," Kurt mumbled as he reached beneath his jacket and grabbed the gun he had thrust in his waistband. "You're not going to be laughing in a minute."
Kurt loaded the weapon with practiced ease; a skill known by a handful of the high school students in town.
Most of the Glee Club were mages, monster hunters, keeping the night safe for the small town of Lima, and it was Kurt's duty to serve and protect.
This creature, the one that pursued him tirelessly through the cemetery, was Kurt's responsibility and Kurt's alone.
Kurt hurdled over a larger stone and heard more groans and breathless pants. He stopped short and looked over at one of the far graves where two half-dressed teenagers were going at it, locked together and moaning into the night.
"Oh…just…yuck!" Kurt grimaced, waving his hands in front of his face to try and dispel the image. "What's wrong with you people?"
Kurt sighed. Now he'd have to wait and make sure that the animal didn't go after the lovers instead of him. He tried to school his breathing, keep himself calm and clear his head. Once the animal saw him and he got its undivided attention, Kurt would need to work quickly. He glanced behind him to gauge how far his destination was in relation to where he stood, and when he turned back, the creature emerged from the tree line. Kurt smirked, always impressed by the size and stature of the monster, its silky brown hair glistening in the moonlight, its expressive green eyes searching him out.
The lovers didn't notice him, wrapped up in their own little world, but the werewolf saw them, turning on them with the shadow of a grin on his snarling lips.
Kurt pulled out the strongest weapon he had in his arsenal against this gigantic werewolf. He bent his head back and howled at the moon. It worked instantaneously. The creature's head snapped back to stare at him, eyes wide, green irises pushed aside as definite lust overtook them. Kurt spun around and ran knowing the creature was right on his heels, his hot breath steaming out the wrinkles in his jeans.
Kurt dodged razor-sharp claws twice, but tripped and fell in somersaults down the mausoleum stairs. His head knocked on the decaying stone steps, his brain spinning in his skull, he had enough wherewithal to roll into the open cage that had been constructed just for this purpose.
"Stay out of sight!" he called to the blonde cheerleader he knew hid in the shadows. Kurt heard the slight scuffling that told him Brittany heard him. A second of silence was all they got before the hulking beast made its way down the steps. Kurt fought impending delirium to stay awake just a little longer.
Kurt snuffled and whimpered, the sound of a wounded werewolf, and the creature followed the sound of distress to the cage where he lay. Kurt waited until the monster loomed above him, teeth dripping saliva all over the dusty floor.
"Sorry, babe," Kurt said, raising the gun and shooting the creature in the leg.
The beast reared back and roared, but the tranquilizer worked fast, and he fell to the ground, limbs pawing through the air in an attempt to get up.
"Brittany," Kurt commanded softly. "Get out…"
"But, Kurt," the bubbly young woman bounced out from her hiding space, her eyes sweeping back and forth between her friend and the werewolf, still lethal even though it couldn't get back up on its haunches.
"I said get out," Kurt growled. "And lock the gate."
Brittany didn't want to go. Kurt took too many chances. But she wasn't going to argue. She climbed out of the mausoleum with one backward glance, and locked the gate behind her.
Thin tendrils of morning sunlight lit the inside of the mausoleum, and even though he should probably have a concussion, mage strength had its perks, and Kurt woke with just a pounding headache. He looked at the arms wrapped around him, the naked body curled against him, and smiled. Wary green eyes looked down into his, and the boy in his arms offered a weak smile.
"You had me worried," the boy said, kissing him gently on the forehead, trying hard not to jostle his lover too much. "I thought this time you weren't going to wake up."
"Well, it takes a helluva lot more than a knock to the head to kill me, Bas," Kurt smirked. "I should know. You've tried. And by the way…" Kurt lifted his leg to reveal his ruined shoe.
"Oh, fuck, Kurt," Sebastian moaned. "I'm sorry. I'll get you a new pair. I promise. But do you have to wear your best pair of shoes every time you go out at night?"
"We were supposed to be on a date, remember?" Kurt chided, pinching Sebastian on the arm. "Why didn't you take your potions? You know they're the only way to stop the change."
"I did take them," Sebastian admitted softly. "I don't think they work anymore."
"Obviously," Kurt said with a roll of his eyes. He expected some other taunt or tease, and when none came, Kurt shook his head. "Don't worry about it, Bas. We'll just go to Ms. Pillsbury and tell her you need a stronger one."
Sebastian held Kurt tight and sighed, and Kurt could hear the gears working in his boyfriend's head.
"Tell me," Kurt commanded.
"I…I think maybe I should go away…"
Kurt shook his head and held Sebastian closer. They'd had this talk before. They'd probably have it again.
"Sebastian," Kurt said, trying to prop up on his arms and look into his boyfriend's eyes, succeeding only in resting his head on the boy's bare chest. "Why do you come to me when I call? Even with all of our mages, some much stronger than me, why do you come to me?"
Sebastian's whole expression changed, his eyes darting sheepishly away.
"Because you're my mate."
"That's right," Kurt said. "And you're mine. Someday we'll figure out a solution to this, I promise, and if we don't…"
"Don't say it," Sebastian interrupted quickly, but Kurt would have none of that.
"You'll turn me, and I'll become like you," Kurt said finally. Sebastian hated the idea of Kurt becoming a werewolf, not just because he would be a bloodthirsty killer, stalked and hunted, but because becoming a werewolf would mean giving up his powers. Powers he was born with; his only legacy of his dead mother.
Kurt held Sebastian's head in his hands and turned his gaze up to meet his own. He rested their foreheads together, lips so close to kissing that the slightest motion would have them pressed together, lost in each other's heat.
"I'm never saying goodbye to you," Kurt whispered, and Sebastian smiled.
"I love it when you talk cheesy," Sebastian muttered, and attacked his powerful boyfriend, rolling him over onto his back to deepen the kiss, even when Kurt groaned.
"So, are you determined to ruin the jacket as well?" Kurt mumbled against Sebastian's lips, but he wasn't really mad…well, maybe a little, but a kiss from this gorgeous boy was well worth his dry cleaning bill.
"Oh, babe," Sebastian said softly, unbuttoning Kurt's jacket and reaching beneath his shirt with rough, callused fingers. "We have two hours until the other mages let us out. I'm determined to ruin the entire outfit by then."