The kittycat and his leech 4/?
Title: The kittycat and his leech 4/?
Author: xdark-chanx
Genre: General, Romance
Rating: T
Word Count: 2,738
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Blaine/Kurt, Puck/Kurt, Kurt, Puck
Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Glee or Chris Colfer or Mark Salling, etc…RIB does, lucky bastards...
Warnings: Klaine scenes and major spoilers for s.3x05 (First time), scenes of animals preying on animals (?)
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: I seriously cannot believe I actually wrote this after the total funk this ep put me into :’( Oh well hopefully no ones hates it and I apologise in advance for my epically fail attempt at writing Blaine IC and Klaine as well *kowtows*
Part 4: If you go out in the woods today……….
“You are so incredibly beautiful, you know that right?" Blaine stared at Kurt with eyes so full and bursting with love, Kurt’s heart couldn’t help but melt. When Blaine’s cold hands reached out and gently cupped his cheek, he nuzzled it and hummed appreciatively. He knew he was good looking to a certain degree, after all there were no ugly vampires in this world and all children of Hellewise and Hecate had been doubly blessed with the women’s above average natural beauty. But beautiful was a word he had never associated himself with before.
Kurt had never been confident in his skin. He knew he looked different from other boys his age. While they were broad, filled out and masculine looking, Kurt was ridiculously slim with long legs and hips that curved in like a woman’s. He looked more like a flat chested female model than a seventeen year old teenaged male. Perhaps that was why he spent so much time covering himself up in so many layers and outrageously coloured clothes- all to draw attention away from the less than perfect male figure below.
Blaine calling him beautiful and looking at him with those eyes, made Kurt feel just a tiny bit beautiful. One of the greatest worries he’d had when Blaine had approached him with the notion of taking their relationship to the next level, was what the other boy would think of him without all his fabulous couture on. Kurt wasn’t confident like Blaine was. No, Blaine had always been confident in his skin, you could just tell from the way he held and carried himself. The fact that he was shorter than most boys their age and even shorter than his own boyfriend didn’t even faze him one bit. What he lacked in height he made up with confidence and a hundred watt smile.
“Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself,” Kurt whispered into that beloved hand that had all but worshipped him from the tips of his hair to the tips of his toes no less than half an hour ago. Knowing his boyfriend was happy with all of him made his heart soar. Blaine laughed, and leaned in to press a kiss to Kurt’s already kiss swollen lips. Kurt leaned in automatically with a small smile that conveyed his blissful happiness.
In the moonlight
Listen to the Lord and Lady
Go there children.
Before their lips could meet, however, Kurt pulled away abruptly, a confused expression marring his face. “Did you just say something?” Blaine looked at him, puzzled, and shook his head ‘no’. “Probably the dogs next door. Mrs Perry has four,” he whispered and gently pressed his lips to Kurt’s.
“In the moonlight
Listen to the Lord and Lady
Go there children.”
This time it was Blaine who pulled back. “That’s a pretty song.”
“What?”
“The one you just sang. Where is it from? It’s sounds vaguely religious…”
Kurt looked at him, bewildered. He had no recollection of singing to Blaine. The little song he had heard before was still playing somewhere. Kurt knew that it had nothing to do with neighbourhood dogs. What’s worse was that it seemed as if only Kurt could hear it, which meant it had to be something magic related. Perhaps the magic infused with it had made Kurt sing it subconsciously to Blaine. This definitely wasn’t a good thing.
Kurt knew of the stories. The stories of witches who claimed to hear voices that no one else could. Or more accurately, the voice belonging to their great and loving mother- Hellewise. Even beyond the grave, the woman still looked out for her children and sent them messages and the like whenever they needed guidance or protection. Sometimes, she even took over their bodies in order to deliver her divine messages when she felt it was necessary. In all his life it had never happened to him before, and Kurt had no idea what it meant or how to respond or what it wanted him to do.
“Kurt?” Kurt’s glazed over eyes finally met Blaine’s worried ones.
“Yes? -
In the moonlight
Listen to the Lord and Lady
Go there children.”
“That song,” Blaine continued.
Kurt pulled away from Blaine and hurriedly raised himself into a sitting position. Blaine rose along with him, and placed a hand on his arm to stop from leaving his bed altogether.
“Kurt, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, everything is fine. I need to go now.” He knew his voice was shaking and verging on panic, but there was nothing he could do about it.
“Go where? Kurt, its 2am. You should just stay the night,” Blaine whispered, and he ran the palm of his hand up and down Kurt’s right arm soothingly.
“No. I can’t. Dad will panic if he comes home early tomorrow and I’m not there. I don’t even know if he’s already called the house, looking for me.”
“Ok, at least let me drive you. You left your car at school, remember?” Blaine said before Kurt could protest.
“Are you sure? I mean, wouldn’t it be difficult for you because …um…that is we…” Kurt trailed off, his face beet red and eyes unable to meet Blaine’s. Blaine laughed.
“It’s ok. I’ll manage. Just let me grab two painkillers and I’ll be as right as rain.” Blaine stood up shakily and waved off Kurt’s hands that were hovering around him. “You just get your stuff ready. I’ll be back in ten.” He quickly grabbed his neatly folded clothes piled together with Kurt’s on his desk, and left the room.
In the moonlight
Listen to the Lord and Lady
Go there children.
“Ok, ok. I’m going. A little patience and a little less vagueness would be very much appreciated, Mother.”
I am the beauty of the green Earth
White moon among the stars.
I am the mystery of the waters.
Desire in the hearts of man.
I call to the Soul
Arise, come to me.
For I am the heart of nature.
And I give life to the universe.
For I am she.
Kurt gave a surprised laugh, completely stricken with awe, and whispered a reverent, “Thank you.”
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“Well, goodnight. Thanks for the ride.”
“Anytime.”
Kurt blushed at the double entendre meaning his words had taken on and at the flirtatious smile Blaine was shooting at him. “You bad boy, get your mind out of the gutter,” he giggled out and leaned through the driver’s side window to give his boyfriend a goodbye kiss.
“You started it,” Blaine whispered against Kurt’s lips.
“Drive safely and call me when you get home.”
“Yes, mother dearest.”
“Ok, that was just plain wrong and highly inappropriate. I’m just going to ignore the fact that you just called me that after we just…” Kurt trailed off too embarrassed to continue, and glared at Blaine when the younger boy gave him a suggestive look, complete with wagging eyebrows.
“Had sex? It is, isn’t it? Sorry. You know Kurt, it isn’t so hard to say it, the ‘s’ word, I mean. I think if we do it a couple more times you’ll become more confident with saying it. There’s no time like the present, you fancy being adventurous?”
“You know what; I’m just going to go now. Call me,” Kurt said, completely ignoring his boyfriend’s blatant invitation to indulge in car sex, in the middle of their driveway, in clear view of anyone curious enough to pull back the curtains.
Blaine grinned and waved at Kurt, when he turned around on the front porch. Kurt smiled, returned the wave with a gentle flutter of his fingers, and opened the front door as quietly as possible.
Once inside, he took in the sight of the hideous green shoes sitting next to the doorway, the roaring fire, dirty plates still lining their small but adequate dining table, and Finn’s discarded Lakers’ t-shirt sitting on the rug in front of their fireplace. It would seem that Rachel was fully intending to stay the night, and that Kurt and Blaine hadn’t been the only couple indulging in some heavy petting tonight. Kurt shuddered at the thought of his brother and Rachel in any state of undress, fornicating to boot. Mental bleach, please.
Kurt sneaked through the house, not making a sound, praying to the ever merciful Goddess, that Finn and Rachel were asleep upstairs, and were not going to come down the stairs in their birthday suits any minute now to indulge in some more fireplace sex. Such a sight would definitely scar him for life, and maybe even lead to his early departure of this world.
With bated breath, he crept into their kitchen, feeling very much like a burglar. Leaving the lights off, he slipped off his Hugo Boss leather jacket, grey sweater, leather boots and socks, and left them in a neat pile in their small adjacent laundry room.
Barefoot and coatless, he slipped out of the house again, this time through the back door, and disappeared into the night.
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Half an hour later, he was running through the forest at the back of their house, feet pounding steadily on the ground and hair blowing in a million different directions. It was times like these that Kurt was ridiculously happy about being a vampire. Nothing could beat that natural adrenaline and the feeling of peace and acceptance he felt at that moment. Well, nothing that wasn’t related to his darling boyfriend.
Kurt loves this small, but beautiful forest. It’s been a part of his life since he was a child. It had all started with day trips with his mother, where she had attempted to teach him about the different plants that aided magic and could be extremely useful to witches. Kurt, of course, had been bored with her often long herbology lessons and spent most of his time chasing deers, picking pretty flowers and hiding from his mother, which often lead to hours of hide and go seek games.
Then when his mother died, the forest lost its special place in his heart. It went for being a second home, to a place filled with nothing but memories of his beloved mother, which made his heartache just being several meters near it. After Roseclear’s death, Kurt had completely avoided it like the plague, he even went as far as too avoid even going into their backyard.
Things had improved over the years thanks to his father and the hunting and camping trips they’d indulged in over the years. So much that whenever Kurt was missing his mother, it was the first place he went. He always felt as if the forest itself had retained his mother’s essence and presence, and sometimes he swore he could even smell her vanilla scented perfume wafting around the forest like a comforting blanket.
Kurt came to a stop when he felt he had come a safe distance away from his home, and sank onto the damp forest floor, not even caring about the grass stains that he knew he would find later. Whatever Hellewise had wanted him for, was far more important. Closing his eyes, he cleared his mind, and his opened his senses. His hearing and sense of smell wasn’t as good as a werewolf or even a shapeshifter’s, but it was still miles better than a humans.
After twenty minutes of utter silence, Kurt’s ears picked up the sound of a crunching noise approximately a yard from where he was sitting. He was instantly on his feet in a matter of seconds, and began heading in the direction the sound had come from.
Kurt knew it had to be an animal of some kind, but had no idea what one. When he was a close enough distance to see the animal, but not close enough to be properly seen, he stopped dead in his tracks. In front of him was the most gruesome sight he had ever had the unfortunate privilege of seeing.
Not even more than three metres in front of him, was a great feline creature and a dead deer. A deer that was being brutally ripped to pieces by the sharp and deadly teeth of its lucky predator. Kurt swallowed and felt his lunch make its way up, he was completely nauseated.
He wasn't sure what type of feline the animal was, but knew full well that it wasn't the average household cat. It looked like a panther or wild cat of some kind. He supposed he could go a bit closer to get a better look, but there was a high possibility that the animal would hear or smell him, and Kurt wasn’t planning to offer his rum chocolate soufflé of a body as dessert.
He turned around slowly and began to make his way back the way he had come, or rather he attempted to leave the scene and as luck would have it the minute he stepped back a twig snapped under his feet. Cursing his bad luck, Kurt turned back to see if the animal had heard him. The sound hadn’t been particularly loud, but with its sensitive hearing there is no way the animal hadn’t heard him.
He was right too, for when he glanced back, his eyes instantly locked with earthy brown ones. The animal continued feeding on the deer carcass, but not once did it look away from Kurt. That piercing stare made every hair on his body rise and he couldn’t help but shiver. He knew that logically he shouldn’t have been frightened because in a fight there was no way the animal could beat him. Out of the two predators there, he was certainly the strongest.
Kurt stood as still as possible, not even breathing, waiting to see if the animal would attack. After five minutes of nothing, he mentally reached out to the animal’s thoughts, but came up blank. He contemplated simply fleeing the scene, but was worried that his doing so would be taken as an invitation to hunt him down.
“Hello there, so sorry for intruding on you this fine evening. It was purely unintentional, do forgive me,” Kurt whispered to the animal with an awkward laugh. “I shall leave you to your rather delectable meal. Please, don’t follow me, nice kitty.” He vaguely wondered if he sounded as stupid as he felt. He didn’t even know if the feline animal understood human let alone English.
The animal gave no response, and he assumed it was safe to leave and began to walk slowly backwards, eyes trained on it. When he was a safe distance away, and the animal still hadn’t given any signs of movement, he turned around and ran like his life was depending on it. He dashed through the forest quicker than the human eye could see, and wouldn’t deny the fact that he enjoyed every minute of it.
It took him twenty minutes of non-stop running before he had left the forest behind, and was once again standing in his backyard. Before heading back into the house, he cast an eye around the yard, but couldn’t see any signs of whether the animal had followed him or not. He locked the door firmly behind him, and snuck his way up the stairs until he was past Finn’s closed door, thankful that the only sounds that could be heard were Finn’s atrociously loud snores, and made his way into his haven of a room.
Without bothering to change his clothes, he threw himself onto his bed, the events of the day (before) finally taking its toll. He closed his eyes and silently thanked Hellewise for whatever that trip to the forest had been. Perhaps it was a warning that the forest was no longer a safe place for adventurous teenaged vampires, or perhaps it was a sign that Kurt wasn’t the only Night Worlder in Lima after all. Whatever it was, he knew he would have to tell his father about it tomorrow.
Pushing all thoughts about the unexpected encounter aside, he slowly drifted off to sleep, the last thought that fluttered through his mind being a rather excited-
“Blaine and I finally did it! Take that, Sebastian, you harlot!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~sexshark sexshark, you’re my sexshark~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Blaine and I finally did it! Take that, Sebastian, you harlot!”
On the other side of Lima, Noah ‘Puck’ Puckerman jolted awake from a pleasant dream involving Britttany, Santana and a car wash.
“What the fuck?”
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A/N the two Wiccan songs featured here are- In the moonlight: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ftf9DA9gMpQ and I hear you calling: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tseP170J_5E&feature=related I own neither..wish I did though they sound awesome lol
Author: xdark-chanx
Genre: General, Romance
Rating: T
Word Count: 2,738
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Blaine/Kurt, Puck/Kurt, Kurt, Puck
Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Glee or Chris Colfer or Mark Salling, etc…RIB does, lucky bastards...
Warnings: Klaine scenes and major spoilers for s.3x05 (First time), scenes of animals preying on animals (?)
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: I seriously cannot believe I actually wrote this after the total funk this ep put me into :’( Oh well hopefully no ones hates it and I apologise in advance for my epically fail attempt at writing Blaine IC and Klaine as well *kowtows*
Part 4: If you go out in the woods today……….
“You are so incredibly beautiful, you know that right?" Blaine stared at Kurt with eyes so full and bursting with love, Kurt’s heart couldn’t help but melt. When Blaine’s cold hands reached out and gently cupped his cheek, he nuzzled it and hummed appreciatively. He knew he was good looking to a certain degree, after all there were no ugly vampires in this world and all children of Hellewise and Hecate had been doubly blessed with the women’s above average natural beauty. But beautiful was a word he had never associated himself with before.
Kurt had never been confident in his skin. He knew he looked different from other boys his age. While they were broad, filled out and masculine looking, Kurt was ridiculously slim with long legs and hips that curved in like a woman’s. He looked more like a flat chested female model than a seventeen year old teenaged male. Perhaps that was why he spent so much time covering himself up in so many layers and outrageously coloured clothes- all to draw attention away from the less than perfect male figure below.
Blaine calling him beautiful and looking at him with those eyes, made Kurt feel just a tiny bit beautiful. One of the greatest worries he’d had when Blaine had approached him with the notion of taking their relationship to the next level, was what the other boy would think of him without all his fabulous couture on. Kurt wasn’t confident like Blaine was. No, Blaine had always been confident in his skin, you could just tell from the way he held and carried himself. The fact that he was shorter than most boys their age and even shorter than his own boyfriend didn’t even faze him one bit. What he lacked in height he made up with confidence and a hundred watt smile.
“Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself,” Kurt whispered into that beloved hand that had all but worshipped him from the tips of his hair to the tips of his toes no less than half an hour ago. Knowing his boyfriend was happy with all of him made his heart soar. Blaine laughed, and leaned in to press a kiss to Kurt’s already kiss swollen lips. Kurt leaned in automatically with a small smile that conveyed his blissful happiness.
In the moonlight
Listen to the Lord and Lady
Go there children.
Before their lips could meet, however, Kurt pulled away abruptly, a confused expression marring his face. “Did you just say something?” Blaine looked at him, puzzled, and shook his head ‘no’. “Probably the dogs next door. Mrs Perry has four,” he whispered and gently pressed his lips to Kurt’s.
“In the moonlight
Listen to the Lord and Lady
Go there children.”
This time it was Blaine who pulled back. “That’s a pretty song.”
“What?”
“The one you just sang. Where is it from? It’s sounds vaguely religious…”
Kurt looked at him, bewildered. He had no recollection of singing to Blaine. The little song he had heard before was still playing somewhere. Kurt knew that it had nothing to do with neighbourhood dogs. What’s worse was that it seemed as if only Kurt could hear it, which meant it had to be something magic related. Perhaps the magic infused with it had made Kurt sing it subconsciously to Blaine. This definitely wasn’t a good thing.
Kurt knew of the stories. The stories of witches who claimed to hear voices that no one else could. Or more accurately, the voice belonging to their great and loving mother- Hellewise. Even beyond the grave, the woman still looked out for her children and sent them messages and the like whenever they needed guidance or protection. Sometimes, she even took over their bodies in order to deliver her divine messages when she felt it was necessary. In all his life it had never happened to him before, and Kurt had no idea what it meant or how to respond or what it wanted him to do.
“Kurt?” Kurt’s glazed over eyes finally met Blaine’s worried ones.
“Yes? -
In the moonlight
Listen to the Lord and Lady
Go there children.”
“That song,” Blaine continued.
Kurt pulled away from Blaine and hurriedly raised himself into a sitting position. Blaine rose along with him, and placed a hand on his arm to stop from leaving his bed altogether.
“Kurt, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, everything is fine. I need to go now.” He knew his voice was shaking and verging on panic, but there was nothing he could do about it.
“Go where? Kurt, its 2am. You should just stay the night,” Blaine whispered, and he ran the palm of his hand up and down Kurt’s right arm soothingly.
“No. I can’t. Dad will panic if he comes home early tomorrow and I’m not there. I don’t even know if he’s already called the house, looking for me.”
“Ok, at least let me drive you. You left your car at school, remember?” Blaine said before Kurt could protest.
“Are you sure? I mean, wouldn’t it be difficult for you because …um…that is we…” Kurt trailed off, his face beet red and eyes unable to meet Blaine’s. Blaine laughed.
“It’s ok. I’ll manage. Just let me grab two painkillers and I’ll be as right as rain.” Blaine stood up shakily and waved off Kurt’s hands that were hovering around him. “You just get your stuff ready. I’ll be back in ten.” He quickly grabbed his neatly folded clothes piled together with Kurt’s on his desk, and left the room.
In the moonlight
Listen to the Lord and Lady
Go there children.
“Ok, ok. I’m going. A little patience and a little less vagueness would be very much appreciated, Mother.”
I am the beauty of the green Earth
White moon among the stars.
I am the mystery of the waters.
Desire in the hearts of man.
I call to the Soul
Arise, come to me.
For I am the heart of nature.
And I give life to the universe.
For I am she.
Kurt gave a surprised laugh, completely stricken with awe, and whispered a reverent, “Thank you.”
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“Well, goodnight. Thanks for the ride.”
“Anytime.”
Kurt blushed at the double entendre meaning his words had taken on and at the flirtatious smile Blaine was shooting at him. “You bad boy, get your mind out of the gutter,” he giggled out and leaned through the driver’s side window to give his boyfriend a goodbye kiss.
“You started it,” Blaine whispered against Kurt’s lips.
“Drive safely and call me when you get home.”
“Yes, mother dearest.”
“Ok, that was just plain wrong and highly inappropriate. I’m just going to ignore the fact that you just called me that after we just…” Kurt trailed off too embarrassed to continue, and glared at Blaine when the younger boy gave him a suggestive look, complete with wagging eyebrows.
“Had sex? It is, isn’t it? Sorry. You know Kurt, it isn’t so hard to say it, the ‘s’ word, I mean. I think if we do it a couple more times you’ll become more confident with saying it. There’s no time like the present, you fancy being adventurous?”
“You know what; I’m just going to go now. Call me,” Kurt said, completely ignoring his boyfriend’s blatant invitation to indulge in car sex, in the middle of their driveway, in clear view of anyone curious enough to pull back the curtains.
Blaine grinned and waved at Kurt, when he turned around on the front porch. Kurt smiled, returned the wave with a gentle flutter of his fingers, and opened the front door as quietly as possible.
Once inside, he took in the sight of the hideous green shoes sitting next to the doorway, the roaring fire, dirty plates still lining their small but adequate dining table, and Finn’s discarded Lakers’ t-shirt sitting on the rug in front of their fireplace. It would seem that Rachel was fully intending to stay the night, and that Kurt and Blaine hadn’t been the only couple indulging in some heavy petting tonight. Kurt shuddered at the thought of his brother and Rachel in any state of undress, fornicating to boot. Mental bleach, please.
Kurt sneaked through the house, not making a sound, praying to the ever merciful Goddess, that Finn and Rachel were asleep upstairs, and were not going to come down the stairs in their birthday suits any minute now to indulge in some more fireplace sex. Such a sight would definitely scar him for life, and maybe even lead to his early departure of this world.
With bated breath, he crept into their kitchen, feeling very much like a burglar. Leaving the lights off, he slipped off his Hugo Boss leather jacket, grey sweater, leather boots and socks, and left them in a neat pile in their small adjacent laundry room.
Barefoot and coatless, he slipped out of the house again, this time through the back door, and disappeared into the night.
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Half an hour later, he was running through the forest at the back of their house, feet pounding steadily on the ground and hair blowing in a million different directions. It was times like these that Kurt was ridiculously happy about being a vampire. Nothing could beat that natural adrenaline and the feeling of peace and acceptance he felt at that moment. Well, nothing that wasn’t related to his darling boyfriend.
Kurt loves this small, but beautiful forest. It’s been a part of his life since he was a child. It had all started with day trips with his mother, where she had attempted to teach him about the different plants that aided magic and could be extremely useful to witches. Kurt, of course, had been bored with her often long herbology lessons and spent most of his time chasing deers, picking pretty flowers and hiding from his mother, which often lead to hours of hide and go seek games.
Then when his mother died, the forest lost its special place in his heart. It went for being a second home, to a place filled with nothing but memories of his beloved mother, which made his heartache just being several meters near it. After Roseclear’s death, Kurt had completely avoided it like the plague, he even went as far as too avoid even going into their backyard.
Things had improved over the years thanks to his father and the hunting and camping trips they’d indulged in over the years. So much that whenever Kurt was missing his mother, it was the first place he went. He always felt as if the forest itself had retained his mother’s essence and presence, and sometimes he swore he could even smell her vanilla scented perfume wafting around the forest like a comforting blanket.
Kurt came to a stop when he felt he had come a safe distance away from his home, and sank onto the damp forest floor, not even caring about the grass stains that he knew he would find later. Whatever Hellewise had wanted him for, was far more important. Closing his eyes, he cleared his mind, and his opened his senses. His hearing and sense of smell wasn’t as good as a werewolf or even a shapeshifter’s, but it was still miles better than a humans.
After twenty minutes of utter silence, Kurt’s ears picked up the sound of a crunching noise approximately a yard from where he was sitting. He was instantly on his feet in a matter of seconds, and began heading in the direction the sound had come from.
Kurt knew it had to be an animal of some kind, but had no idea what one. When he was a close enough distance to see the animal, but not close enough to be properly seen, he stopped dead in his tracks. In front of him was the most gruesome sight he had ever had the unfortunate privilege of seeing.
Not even more than three metres in front of him, was a great feline creature and a dead deer. A deer that was being brutally ripped to pieces by the sharp and deadly teeth of its lucky predator. Kurt swallowed and felt his lunch make its way up, he was completely nauseated.
He wasn't sure what type of feline the animal was, but knew full well that it wasn't the average household cat. It looked like a panther or wild cat of some kind. He supposed he could go a bit closer to get a better look, but there was a high possibility that the animal would hear or smell him, and Kurt wasn’t planning to offer his rum chocolate soufflé of a body as dessert.
He turned around slowly and began to make his way back the way he had come, or rather he attempted to leave the scene and as luck would have it the minute he stepped back a twig snapped under his feet. Cursing his bad luck, Kurt turned back to see if the animal had heard him. The sound hadn’t been particularly loud, but with its sensitive hearing there is no way the animal hadn’t heard him.
He was right too, for when he glanced back, his eyes instantly locked with earthy brown ones. The animal continued feeding on the deer carcass, but not once did it look away from Kurt. That piercing stare made every hair on his body rise and he couldn’t help but shiver. He knew that logically he shouldn’t have been frightened because in a fight there was no way the animal could beat him. Out of the two predators there, he was certainly the strongest.
Kurt stood as still as possible, not even breathing, waiting to see if the animal would attack. After five minutes of nothing, he mentally reached out to the animal’s thoughts, but came up blank. He contemplated simply fleeing the scene, but was worried that his doing so would be taken as an invitation to hunt him down.
“Hello there, so sorry for intruding on you this fine evening. It was purely unintentional, do forgive me,” Kurt whispered to the animal with an awkward laugh. “I shall leave you to your rather delectable meal. Please, don’t follow me, nice kitty.” He vaguely wondered if he sounded as stupid as he felt. He didn’t even know if the feline animal understood human let alone English.
The animal gave no response, and he assumed it was safe to leave and began to walk slowly backwards, eyes trained on it. When he was a safe distance away, and the animal still hadn’t given any signs of movement, he turned around and ran like his life was depending on it. He dashed through the forest quicker than the human eye could see, and wouldn’t deny the fact that he enjoyed every minute of it.
It took him twenty minutes of non-stop running before he had left the forest behind, and was once again standing in his backyard. Before heading back into the house, he cast an eye around the yard, but couldn’t see any signs of whether the animal had followed him or not. He locked the door firmly behind him, and snuck his way up the stairs until he was past Finn’s closed door, thankful that the only sounds that could be heard were Finn’s atrociously loud snores, and made his way into his haven of a room.
Without bothering to change his clothes, he threw himself onto his bed, the events of the day (before) finally taking its toll. He closed his eyes and silently thanked Hellewise for whatever that trip to the forest had been. Perhaps it was a warning that the forest was no longer a safe place for adventurous teenaged vampires, or perhaps it was a sign that Kurt wasn’t the only Night Worlder in Lima after all. Whatever it was, he knew he would have to tell his father about it tomorrow.
Pushing all thoughts about the unexpected encounter aside, he slowly drifted off to sleep, the last thought that fluttered through his mind being a rather excited-
“Blaine and I finally did it! Take that, Sebastian, you harlot!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~sexshark sexshark, you’re my sexshark~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Blaine and I finally did it! Take that, Sebastian, you harlot!”
On the other side of Lima, Noah ‘Puck’ Puckerman jolted awake from a pleasant dream involving Britttany, Santana and a car wash.
“What the fuck?”
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A/N the two Wiccan songs featured here are- In the moonlight: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ftf9DA9gMpQ and I hear you calling: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tseP170J_5E&feature=related I own neither..wish I did though they sound awesome lol