Blaine looked at the dark skinned diva who currently had a letter opener pressed to his throat. His eyes were wide with surprise at the speed with which she had grabbed him and pinned him to the wall.
"Just so you know, white boy, if I find out you forced anything on my boy, I will skin you alive! Kurt is very special to me, and he deserves to be happy. Understand?" As she spoke, Mercedes' eyes glowed a golden yellow, the pupil turning slit like, feline.
"Jaguar?" The dark haired vampire asked, studying her features.
"Not just any old cat either. I'm Regina of Ohio."
All the other Glee girls except Brittany were looking at her in confusion.
"I thought your name was Mercedes Winifred?" Rachel said.
Wes cleared his throat. "Regina is Latin for Queen. Your friend is a queen jaguar shifter."
Tina looked like she might faint. "Shifters? Warlocks? Vampires and fairies? I don't think I can take any more shocks tonight. Is anyone else hiding any deep dark secrets?"
Quinn and Santana looked at each other, while Rachel just looked even more confused. Lauren looked like she was about to say something, but just then someone pounded on the dorm room door. Rachel cleared her throat. "That will be the boys, I sent Finn a text."
Wes rolled his eyes and opened the door, and indeed the New Direction boys were all standing there looking ready to commit murder.
"Come on in, the more the merrier. I'll let Her Highness fill you in." The Asian vampire spoke sarcastically, nearing his limit for the night of unexpected revelations. Closing the door behind the Mohawked boy pushing another boy in a wheelchair. "Just out of curiosity, are any of you boys hiding some supernatural secret, or was that just the girls?"
"Supernatural? Like the TV show?" The unusually tall boy asked.
"Never mind, Finn," Quinn replied. "Just let Mercedes talk."
"Why'd he call Mercedes Her Highness?" Sam whispered to Rachel, but before she could reply, Artie asked, "Where's Kurt?"
The room went silent for a moment. Mercedes, who hadn't moved from her spot pinning Blaine against the wall, gave the vampire one more look, then nodded, satisfied that the two seemed to understand each other. She released him, and tossed the letter opener aside, before turning to speak to the rest of the room. After she explained the situation, there was a stunned silence that stretched for a few minutes.
"Oh, and by the way," she continued, "Puck is an incubus, Lauren is a fury, and Artie is Seelie, though I haven't figured out exactly what kind yet."
The boy in the chair smiled, and allowed the glamour to drop for a moment, revealing a rather handsome pixie.
"So you've known all along and never said anything?" Puck asked.
"Not my story to tell." She said looking him in the eye.
Rachel was still looking confused. "What is an incubus?"
Quinn scoffed. "Depending on which definition you go by, it's either a demon that preys on females, an angel that fell from heaven because they couldn't keep it in their pants, or a demigod cursed to never fall in love until he finds the woman who can break the curse, and the only way for that to happen is to sleep with every female he meets."
Several pairs of eyes turned to look at the Mohawked boy. He just shrugged, refusing to answer their curiosity.
Trent cleared his throat. "I think we should focus on finding Kurt. Are any of you scryers?"
Nobody seemed overly surprised when Rachel raised her hand.
…
Kurt smiled as the dark haired boy pressed up behind him, whispering in his ear.
"Concentrate now, Kurt. Let the magic flow through you. Focus on the wood. Build the image of flames in your mind, and then push the image into the wood."
The pale boy did as he was instructed. He could feel the magic flowing under his skin, a pleasant electrical current teasing at his senses, almost erotic, his breathing quickened. He focused on the pile of wood in the fire place. He imagined fire, orange and red and yellow, lapping hungrily at the wood. When the image was clear in his mind, he pushed it out towards the logs. A moment later, there were sparks, and a crackling sound, and flames began to devour the fuel.
"You did it, Love! Great job!"
Kurt beamed at the praise, looking at Nick, in adoration. He was about to ask what they would try next, but a wave of dizziness over took him, and he stumbled to the side. He felt weak and shaky.
"Shh, it's okay, my love." The warlock led him to the couch, settling them both comfortably. "You need to feed."
Kurt furrowed his brows in confusion. "Feed?"
"I told you, that vampire infected you, that was why you were so sick for so long." The dark haired boy smiled at him, stroking his back soothingly. "You need to take my blood to make you strong again."
Pale pink lips turned down in a frown, even as glasz eyes found the pulse in the other boy's throat. Suddenly he could hear the rush of blood through veins. Unconsciously, he licked his lip, surprised to feel two sharp fangs gliding out from his top gum. He lifted his gaze to the other boy's eyes, and for a moment expected melted gold orbs to be looking back at him. His focus blurred for a moment, and then came back, crystal clear. He smiled at those blue eyes, and leaned forward to nuzzle at the exposed throat.
...
Nick smirked to himself, even as he murmured encouragement to the vampire in his lap. The fair skinned boy had fallen under his spell easier than Jeff (he never thought of him as Jeremiah) had. He'd tried taking the blonde vampire's blood, but his warlock blood had negated the Other, rendering the blood useless.
Warlocks could live a long, long time, but they weren't immortal. They could die as easily as any ordinary human. Nick wanted to be immortal. He didn't know how Kurt had managed to be both warlock and vampire, but if his theory was correct, Kurt's blood could be the key to eternal life for him.
"Come on, baby, feed. Take what you need!" He all but moaned. A tongue stroked along his throat, and then finally, twin points of piercing pain, followed by that full body rush of pleasure. He really enjoyed this sensation, and thought that once he was turned, he'd keep the auburn haired boy to play with.
…
Kurt moaned as the blood hit his tongue. He remembered this taste. If the magic crawling under his skin had been a pleasant undercurrent, this was a tsunami of pleasure sweeping through him. He found himself pressing his hips down against the shorter boy, grinding their erections together. Nick's hands gripped his ass, pressing him down harder and arching up into him.
He drank greedily, the moans and gasps of the warlock under him spurring him on. They continued rocking against each other, writhing as their pleasure escalated, until finally they both shattered.
Kurt wasn't aware that he was still feeding until he heard the heart below him begin to stutter. He hastily withdrew his fangs, and sat up. "Nicky?"
The warlock smiled weakly. "I-I'm fine. You just took t-too much, Baby."
Kurt started to panic. "Oh Gaga, what do I do? I'm so sorry Nick!"
"Shh, it's okay, Love. Just let me have some of your blood."
Kurt nodded and hastily looked for something sharp to cut himself with before realizing his fangs were still out. He bit down on his wrist and offered it to the other boy.
…
Nick wanted to shout in triumph as he pulled that wrist towards himself, but held himself in check. Of course he wasn't weak from blood loss, warlock blood regenerates itself as fast as it is lost. It was easy to trick the glasz eyed vampire by slowing his heart beat, and looking pathetic. The new vampire was so easily manipulated.
He had just brought the bleeding wrist to his lips and swiped his tongue over the two small drops of blood when the door crashed open. Jeff (he still couldn't think of him as Jeremiah) stormed into the room, eyes almost glowing with fury as he pulled the pale vampire away from Nick and threw him across the room.
"You traitor!" The blonde vampire screeched, attacking the warlock. He managed to drag Nick up off the couch before the warlock drew on his power, zapping the enraged vampire with a jolt of plasma, knocking him off his feet.
Nick towered over his former lover. "You are so pathetic. Did you think I really cared about you? You were nothing more than a means to an end. I don't need you anymore."
He sent another bolt of power slamming into the vampire, who screamed and writhed in agony.
…
Kurt slammed into the wall hard. He heard the loud crack as his head made contact with the stone wall. Pain exploded in his skull, and things started to go black around him. The last thing he saw before he lost consciousness was a large black jaguar crashing through the window.