A/N I realize I forgot to provide the translations for the French conversation in chapter one. They are as follows:
Oui, Monsieur Hummel?; Yes, Mr. Hummel?
Les alpes françaises sont parmi le plus beau au monde. Le village médiéval de Yvoire est situé sur les rivages du Lac Léman et attire des touristes de partout dans. C'est renommée pour lui est les affichages floraux et les ateliers d'artisinal;
The French Alps are among the most beautiful in the world. The medieval village of Yvoire is situated on the shores of Lake Geneva, and attracts tourists from all over. It is renowned for it's floral arrangements and artisanal workshops.
Magnifique! Votre accent et la prononciation sont impeccable!;
Magnificent! Your accent and pronunciation are flawless!
Merci;
Thank you.
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The orgasm that woke Kurt was so intensely violent, he was nearly thrown from his bed. Jets of release shot as far as his chin. By the time it had settled, Kurt was sobbing. He had no idea what was happening to him. This couldn't possibly be normal. Was it possible someone had slipped him some kind of drug to cause these reactions?
That thought seemed more plausible as he stood on shaking legs and nearly fell on his face. He had to hold himself up on the wall as he made his way to the bathroom. He barely managed to get into the shower before his legs gave out. He sat on the cold tiles of the floor, shivering, for several moments before he found the strength to reach out and turn the hot water on.
As heat slipped into him, a flash of memory filled his mind. His phantom lover had had fangs. Fangs! That had to mean that this was some kind of drug induced hallucination, didn't it? There were no such things as vampires.
He ghosted his hand down over his inner thigh, to the spot the creature in his dreams had bitten. There wasn't a mark in his pale flesh, nothing to indicate anything unusual had happened, but just as he'd reacted when he touched the spot on his neck the day before, he nearly cried out at the sensations that poured into him when his fingers found the pulse throbbing in his leg.
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He should have gone to the nurse, claimed to be ill. It wouldn't have been a lie. But Kurt hadn't gone. He hadn't known what to say. 'Geesh, I had this really erotic dream and woke up coming so hard I nearly blacked out?' Yeah, he could imagine the nurse's reaction to that.
He'd calmed himself down, got himself dressed and ready for school, and dragged himself down to breakfast. He'd then proceeded to gorge himself, suddenly feeling so ravenous. Maybe he was anemic, he wondered. That would explain the lightheadedness, and could also explain the vampiric turn of events in his dreams. He'd read somewhere that your subconscious did funny things to alert you to your body's needs. Maybe this was just his mind's way of saying 'hey idiot, how about a little red meat now and then? Or maybe just some iron pills daily?' The orgasms could just be an attempt by his body to say that if he's a good boy and gives it what it needs, then it will make him feel good.
Kurt scoffed at his own thoughts. He was happy it was Friday. He'd be going home after school today. Maybe it was just the stress of being away from his family that was causing this to happen. He'd seen a sleep therapist a couple of years ago. He'd thought he had this sleep disorder under control. Maybe it was time to see Dr. Martinez again, see what she thought of these dreams.
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He watched the pale boy during lunch. He knew the Other had fed from the boy again. Taken the fair one to punish him for warning him off. He was furious with himself for challenging the Other. He remembered what happened the last time he had angered the Other.
Jeremiah had been handsome, and had offered him comfort, though he knew he hadn't really cared for the boy. Still, he hadn't deserved what the Other had done to him.
He could not allow that to happen to Kurt.
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"Kurt, wait up!" He paused at the sound of his name, turning to find Blaine approaching. He felt his heartbeat kick up a notch. Despite the other boy's odd behavior after class the day before, Kurt still found himself attracted to the dark haired boy.
"What's up?" He asked, hoping his voice didn't sound too breathy.
"We have homeroom next, I thought we could walk together. I loved your song yesterday, by the way."
"Thank you. I really love to sing it. It reminds me so much of her."
"Your Mom?"
"Yeah. She passed away when I was eight."
"I'm sorry to hear that. What about your Dad?"
Kurt smiled fondly. "He's amazing. He's always been my rock. He just remarried last week. He and Carole are great together." He couldn't hide the sadness from his eyes. "They used the money they were going to spend on their honeymoon to pay for me to transfer."
"Why?"
Kurt smirked. "Why what? Why did they spend the money, or why did I transfer?"
The darker boy smiled at him. "Why did you transfer?"
They paused outside the classroom door. "I was being bullied at my old school. That's the mild way of putting it. Tormented, tortured, systematically put through hell." Kurt looked away from the other boy.
"I'm so sorry. I came to Dalton for the same reason. The bullying got really bad. One night my friend and I were beaten so bad, I almost died."
Kurt spun his head around so fast it left him dizzy. "Oh my god!"
Blaine nodded, studying his face. "Something happened to you, too, didn't it? Something that pushed you almost to your breaking point. I can see it in your eyes."
The pale boy dropped his gaze to the floor. "There was this one jock, he always seemed to be worse than all the others. His taunts were just that much more cruel, his shoves that much more forceful. One day I just snapped and followed him into the locker room to confront him. We shouted at each other. I don't really remember what either of us said, but then..."
Blaine reached out and lifted his chin with his fingers, sending a slight shiver down Kurt's spine. "What did he do?"
Kurt found his eyes trapped by melted gold. He couldn't look away if his life depended on it. He felt compelled to reply. "He kissed me."
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The Other watched the dark one pacing. "You have to leave him alone. He's not strong enough. You almost killed him last night. I could sense how weak he was. Plus, I heard him say he'd been tormented and tortured by bullies at his old school."
The Other just shrugged. "He's alive. And he went home for the weekend. He'll be fine on Monday. You know I wouldn't kill him. Too much attention."
The dark one sighed and threw himself down on his stomach on the bed. "Why did you have to choose him? Why not one of the others? You said you fancied Jeff. He's much stronger. Why do you always pick the weak ones?"
The Other lay beside him on the bed. "I chose you once, remember? You were weak, and alone, your father having thrown you out, your mother calling you disgusting. You were starving, so close to death. You begged me to take you."
The Other stroked his hand up the back of the dark one's thigh. "You enjoyed my attention, my touch.
The dark one shivered, slowly falling under the Other's thrall. The Other smiled, sipping his hand between the other boy's legs, cupping him through his pants, reveling in the moan he brought forth.
"You want the boy. He can be yours. He already wants you. I can see it when he looks at you."
Blaine whimpered and moaned as the Other's hands moved over him, arousing him. He knew he'd never be strong enough to resist the Other. He choked out a sob. "What do I have to do?"
The Other smiled in triumph. "Let me help you seduce him."