The kittycat and his leech 2 (i)/?
Title: The kittycat and his leech 2 (i)/?
Author: xdark-chanx
Genre: General, Romance
Rating: T
Word Count:
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Blaine/Kurt, Puck/Kurt (eventual main pairing)
Warning: Mild swearing and violence.
Spoilers: Seasons 1, 2 & 3.
Disclaimer: Sadly I don’t own Glee or Chris Colfer or Mark Salling, etc…RIB does, lucky bastards...
Summary:Noah Puckerman always knew there was someone out there just for him. Someone who was born to be with him. Someone who would love him unconditionally, and accept him, badass rep and all. Someone who should definitely not be Kurt frickin' Hummel. NightWorld crossover.
A/N 1: This is a Glee/Night World crossover. Knowledge of the Night World series by L.J.Smith isn’t necessary. Also if you’re a fan of vampires, the Vampire Diaries and the Secret Circle check this series out; it’s by the same author.
A/N 2: Yeah, it’s been like a year since the first part was posted, but I thought since I technically haven’t stopped writing this, in the spirit of Halloween I might as well continue posting what I have lol
The Night World…love was never so scary
The Night World isn’t a place. It’s all around us. It’s a secret society of vampires, werewolves, witches, and other creatures of darkness that live among us. They’re beautiful and deadly and irresistible to humans. Your high school teacher could be one, and so could your boyfriend.
The Night World laws say it’s ok to hunt humans. It’s ok to toy with their hearts; it’s even ok to kill them. There are only two things you can’t do with them.
1) Never let them find out the Night World exists.
2) Never fall in love with one of them.
These are stories about what happens when the rules get broken.
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Part 2: And life goes on…
Roseclear kept her word and left before Kurt was awake, before even Burt or anyone else in Lima was awake that following morning. She snuck out of the house at 3 am after leaving a note addressed to her husband on her pillow, telling him that she loved him and left him a number he could reach her by if he had any trouble with or needed advice about Kurt’s Night World nature or if there was simply an emergency.
Burt had woken up, read the note, placed it in his bedside table drawer, and went to wake his son. Burt had explained to him that his mother was ill in hospital and Kurt couldn’t go to see her in case it upset him. Kurt had cried of course and begged and begged, and Burt tried his best to pacify him. It did help that Roseclear had left three tapes with herself singing on them, which was great at getting Kurt to clam down and sleep.
Later that week, Burt told his son that his mother had died and he believed him. Of course, he did. If his mother had cancer then there was no way she could have survived, after all human medicine couldn’t get rid of cancer and neither could magic.
Burt also told everyone who knew him and his wife that she had died of cancer. Some were shocked because it seemed so sudden, but Burt told them she had been diagnosed months ago and by then her cancer had spread so much, and Roseclear had known chemo would only delay the inevitable so had opted out of it. He even told them that she had been cremated in a private service, (he told Kurt he was too young to attend and his mother would have been upset if he was there). To make it official he even sent off the fake death certificate Roseclear had left to the state. (Roseclear had even sent fake hospital records to their local vampire doctor who was willing to help them, just in case.)
The years passed and Kurt’s pain over the death of his mother eased to a dull ache, which he grew better at burying. However, he continued to fill his life with her presence and memories: her unique scent contained in dainty little bottles adorning her vanity (now his), her colourful delicate scarves, her liquid chocolate voice forever eternalised on the tapes she had left him, and her precious book of magic, which she had buried at the back of her wardrobe, some how knowing he’d find it before his father.
Burt, on the other hand, simply tired to be the best parent he could to their son. Stuck by him through and through, defended and accepted him: all of him. The human part, the witch part, the vampire part, and the gay part.
“Dad! Dad!” A high pitched male voice said loudly, breaking through Burt’s trip down memory lane.
Burt jolted back to reality and flicked his eyes from the tv screen to his son’s worried face. “Yea, son?”
“I’m leaving now for my date with Blaine. You aren’t feeling poorly, are you?” Kurt asked, biting his bottom lip.
Burt assured his son he was feeling in tip top shape and glanced up properly at his son. He really did look so much like his mother. Same features, same eyes, same build and perfect posture. The only thing that Kurt seemed to have inherited from his father was the green tint to his otherwise blue eyes and his father’s immobile stubborn nature.
In terms of Night World power, Kurt was exactly the same as her. He possessed all the powers of a witch and vampire. Except, unlike his mother, who had ultimately shunned her vampire father’s way of life (just as she had the man himself) and behaved like a 100% witch, Kurt’s vampire side was the most dominant. Although, this was to be expected, because without his mother or another older witch present to teach him the way of his witch ancestors, Kurt had no other option, but to teach himself the art of magic from his mother’s precious book.
Burt sighed; he sometimes wondered if Kurt embracing his Night World genes was the right thing to do. Maybe he should have never introduced his to the wonders of blood drinking. Even though it had been a mistake, Burt was still solely responsible for turning his son into a vampire.
It had simply happened one night when Burt had been trying to prepare a decent meal for his then eight year old son, while watching a Lakers game. The Lakers had lost, and Burt had been so angry he’d slammed the knife he was holding down and nearly chopped off a finger on his other hand. Thankfully, the wound had been shallow and Burt retained all ten of his fingers. Burt had panicked, of course, due to all the blood flowing quite heavily from the wound.
He remembered asking Kurt to hand him a dish cloth so he could try and stop the flow of blood, but the child had simply stood there, eyes locked onto his father’s wound. Burt had yelled at him to step on it, but Kurt just didn’t seem to hear him. It was then that he had realized what his son was fixated on and had finally noticed his son’s shiny pointed delicate canines, which were lightly indenting his lower lip.
Burt had been partly horrified, fascinated and daring, which was probably why he had called his son towards him, offered his hand to him, and encouraged him to feed on his wound.
Kurt had been scared, but had been too thirsty for that red enchanting river that called to him, to disobey his father. He had drunk that oh, so, delicious, liquid for ten whole minutes, until his father nudged him with his other hand to get him to stop. Kurt had reluctantly stopped, wrapped the dish cloth around his father’s hand, and turned to finish preparing their meal, all the while acting as if nothing of out the ordinary had happened.
Author: xdark-chanx
Genre: General, Romance
Rating: T
Word Count:
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Blaine/Kurt, Puck/Kurt (eventual main pairing)
Warning: Mild swearing and violence.
Spoilers: Seasons 1, 2 & 3.
Disclaimer: Sadly I don’t own Glee or Chris Colfer or Mark Salling, etc…RIB does, lucky bastards...
Summary:Noah Puckerman always knew there was someone out there just for him. Someone who was born to be with him. Someone who would love him unconditionally, and accept him, badass rep and all. Someone who should definitely not be Kurt frickin' Hummel. NightWorld crossover.
A/N 1: This is a Glee/Night World crossover. Knowledge of the Night World series by L.J.Smith isn’t necessary. Also if you’re a fan of vampires, the Vampire Diaries and the Secret Circle check this series out; it’s by the same author.
A/N 2: Yeah, it’s been like a year since the first part was posted, but I thought since I technically haven’t stopped writing this, in the spirit of Halloween I might as well continue posting what I have lol
The Night World…love was never so scary
The Night World isn’t a place. It’s all around us. It’s a secret society of vampires, werewolves, witches, and other creatures of darkness that live among us. They’re beautiful and deadly and irresistible to humans. Your high school teacher could be one, and so could your boyfriend.
The Night World laws say it’s ok to hunt humans. It’s ok to toy with their hearts; it’s even ok to kill them. There are only two things you can’t do with them.
1) Never let them find out the Night World exists.
2) Never fall in love with one of them.
These are stories about what happens when the rules get broken.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Part 2: And life goes on…
Roseclear kept her word and left before Kurt was awake, before even Burt or anyone else in Lima was awake that following morning. She snuck out of the house at 3 am after leaving a note addressed to her husband on her pillow, telling him that she loved him and left him a number he could reach her by if he had any trouble with or needed advice about Kurt’s Night World nature or if there was simply an emergency.
Burt had woken up, read the note, placed it in his bedside table drawer, and went to wake his son. Burt had explained to him that his mother was ill in hospital and Kurt couldn’t go to see her in case it upset him. Kurt had cried of course and begged and begged, and Burt tried his best to pacify him. It did help that Roseclear had left three tapes with herself singing on them, which was great at getting Kurt to clam down and sleep.
Later that week, Burt told his son that his mother had died and he believed him. Of course, he did. If his mother had cancer then there was no way she could have survived, after all human medicine couldn’t get rid of cancer and neither could magic.
Burt also told everyone who knew him and his wife that she had died of cancer. Some were shocked because it seemed so sudden, but Burt told them she had been diagnosed months ago and by then her cancer had spread so much, and Roseclear had known chemo would only delay the inevitable so had opted out of it. He even told them that she had been cremated in a private service, (he told Kurt he was too young to attend and his mother would have been upset if he was there). To make it official he even sent off the fake death certificate Roseclear had left to the state. (Roseclear had even sent fake hospital records to their local vampire doctor who was willing to help them, just in case.)
The years passed and Kurt’s pain over the death of his mother eased to a dull ache, which he grew better at burying. However, he continued to fill his life with her presence and memories: her unique scent contained in dainty little bottles adorning her vanity (now his), her colourful delicate scarves, her liquid chocolate voice forever eternalised on the tapes she had left him, and her precious book of magic, which she had buried at the back of her wardrobe, some how knowing he’d find it before his father.
Burt, on the other hand, simply tired to be the best parent he could to their son. Stuck by him through and through, defended and accepted him: all of him. The human part, the witch part, the vampire part, and the gay part.
“Dad! Dad!” A high pitched male voice said loudly, breaking through Burt’s trip down memory lane.
Burt jolted back to reality and flicked his eyes from the tv screen to his son’s worried face. “Yea, son?”
“I’m leaving now for my date with Blaine. You aren’t feeling poorly, are you?” Kurt asked, biting his bottom lip.
Burt assured his son he was feeling in tip top shape and glanced up properly at his son. He really did look so much like his mother. Same features, same eyes, same build and perfect posture. The only thing that Kurt seemed to have inherited from his father was the green tint to his otherwise blue eyes and his father’s immobile stubborn nature.
In terms of Night World power, Kurt was exactly the same as her. He possessed all the powers of a witch and vampire. Except, unlike his mother, who had ultimately shunned her vampire father’s way of life (just as she had the man himself) and behaved like a 100% witch, Kurt’s vampire side was the most dominant. Although, this was to be expected, because without his mother or another older witch present to teach him the way of his witch ancestors, Kurt had no other option, but to teach himself the art of magic from his mother’s precious book.
Burt sighed; he sometimes wondered if Kurt embracing his Night World genes was the right thing to do. Maybe he should have never introduced his to the wonders of blood drinking. Even though it had been a mistake, Burt was still solely responsible for turning his son into a vampire.
It had simply happened one night when Burt had been trying to prepare a decent meal for his then eight year old son, while watching a Lakers game. The Lakers had lost, and Burt had been so angry he’d slammed the knife he was holding down and nearly chopped off a finger on his other hand. Thankfully, the wound had been shallow and Burt retained all ten of his fingers. Burt had panicked, of course, due to all the blood flowing quite heavily from the wound.
He remembered asking Kurt to hand him a dish cloth so he could try and stop the flow of blood, but the child had simply stood there, eyes locked onto his father’s wound. Burt had yelled at him to step on it, but Kurt just didn’t seem to hear him. It was then that he had realized what his son was fixated on and had finally noticed his son’s shiny pointed delicate canines, which were lightly indenting his lower lip.
Burt had been partly horrified, fascinated and daring, which was probably why he had called his son towards him, offered his hand to him, and encouraged him to feed on his wound.
Kurt had been scared, but had been too thirsty for that red enchanting river that called to him, to disobey his father. He had drunk that oh, so, delicious, liquid for ten whole minutes, until his father nudged him with his other hand to get him to stop. Kurt had reluctantly stopped, wrapped the dish cloth around his father’s hand, and turned to finish preparing their meal, all the while acting as if nothing of out the ordinary had happened.