Your Beauty Effulgent- Part Five
Title: Your Beauty Effulgent by emo_chick_87
Word Count: 15,309 in Total
Characters: Puck, Kurt, Sarah Puckerman, Norah Puckerman, Drusilla
Pairing(s): Puck/Kurt, brief Puck/Drusilla
Genre: Angst, Romance, Crossover (w/ BTVS, ATS)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: violence, character death (pretty unavoidable when dealing with vamp fic), sex between the boys, brief descriptions of captivity/torture
Summary: When Drusilla waltzed into Lima she was looking for someone to replace her William. A shiny new boy the glowed. She found Puck. When she chose him she didn't see his stubborn will, the might with which he would fight for his soul. And she certainly didn't see the boy made of sugar cane and power that danced in his heart.
Puck and Kurt had spent the next three nights together. Alternating between making love in Kurt's bedroom and laying out on the front lawn looking at the stars. Each morning they would kiss goodbye and Puck would have to deal with Drusilla brief bouts of jealous rage.
Tonight would be the first time that Puck wouldn't be seeing Kurt. His family was leaving the next morning so he knew he had to see them one last time. Kurt understood and promised he would still be there tomorrow night.
Kurt sat in his room with his leg bouncing anxiously. Without Puck coming over, he was at a loss of what to do. He glanced at the clock and noticed that it was already nine-thirty. He figured there was no better way to kill an evening that with some junk food and a Sons of Anarchy marathon. The store by this house was only about two blocks away. He figured the cool night air was a good way to clear his head.
On the short walk, his thoughts turned to Noah. Being in Noah's life meant something. It meant he could actually have a forever with someone. The thought was exciting and terrifying in equal measure. Kurt cut through the thin back alley. He was almost at the end of the alley when he was grabbed from behind and pulled into the dark corner of the alley. His senses sparked wildly. The smell of the piss and old garbage filled his nostrils. The person holding him was wearing wool and it left light scratches on his sensitive skin.
Kurt felt his head collide with the brick wall behind him and strong arms cradling him as he surrendered to the blackness. His vision swam with the red as he was pressed against her chest. She smelled like dead flowers. It was the same smell that would linger on Puck's skin when he would first come into the house. It was the smell that Puck spent the entire night trying to replace. It was Drusilla. His last thought before he fell into unconsciousness was that he was well and truly fucked.
**
Puck watched his family from across the street. He saw his Ma's frantic pacing and Sarah's little giggle as she watched her antics. He remembered all the years he's spent watching the same thing. He watched as Sarah packed her room and prepared to leave the only place she's ever called home.
His Ma was just as beautiful and just as messy as he remembered her. Her hair was frizzy and Puck could see the extra little bit of gray that streaked its way through her dark hair. Her dark eyes looked tired and he was happy they were both getting a fresh start. He bristled as his Ma's hand shot out the front door to grab the mail. She could recognize his messy scrawl and he knew he had to make sure she read the letter.
He made his way across the street and crouched under the kitchen window.
“Mama, what is it?” Sarah asked.
“It's a letter. Noah wrote us a letter.” Norah's voice broke
Hey Ma,
Sorry it's taken me this long to write. I know you must be pissed that I bailed like I did. I know you always thought I'd end up like dad. Mostly you're right. I got a regular gig playing lead guitar for this guy up in Maine. It's not much but it's my shot, Ma. I had to take it.
I took a bus out and took a chance. Dad never got farther than Columbus. I swear I'll make it way farther. I make leaving worth it. Tell Sarah I'm sorry I had to bail like that. It was kinda a dick move but I just couldn't say goodbye.
Just wanted to drop you a line and let you know that I'm safe and alive and that I love you.
I'll write again soon.
Love
Noah
Puck smiled to himself as he heard his mom giggle at his letter. He knew that they would be okay with him being gone now. He could live with them hating him a little bit for being too much like his old man. He could live with them thinking he was a loser with a dream. It was way better than the alternative. It was better than the truth.
**
Kurt came to with his arms raised and his wrists tied above his head. His toes just barely brushed the concrete floor and his torso sagged under the weight of gravity. His arms tingled from the lack of blood and Kurt tugged on his bindings.
His head throbbed as he tilted his head up to see how he was bound. A thick piece of rope wound around his wrists and were attached to the s-hook hanging from the ceiling. The room was dark but the musty smell and rough concrete on his feet made him think he was in a basement. The thick smell of flowers made the air almost claustrophobic and Kurt swallowed roughly as his stomach threatened to rebel.
The air was cold on his skin and he felt the uncomfortable feeling of goose bumps overtake his body as he shivered. He looked down to see that his shirt had been torn from his body. Even in his current situation, he still felt self-conscious about being so exposed.
Kurt pulled on his bindings as heard a slightest give in the wood. He smiled to himself as he gave another hard pull. This time he felt the rope on his wrists bite even deeper into his skin and thin rivulets of blood trailed down the inside of his forearm. Kurt felt his shoulders stretch to alleviate the tension, forcing him even further onto his tiptoes. He squinted into the darkness to try and see what he could make out.
He saw that the basement was pretty bare. Nothing that he could really use as a weapon. His eyes drift to the small end table by his side. He saw the makeshift collection of tools and other sharp objects. He kicked his feet toward the table and tried to upend the table. Each swing of his leg put his full weight onto his arms and tears sprang to his eyes and his wrists began to bleed even more.
He heard the soft steps of someone descending the stairs. Her lilting voice followed her down the stairs.
Run and Catch, Run and Catch, The Lamb is Caught In The Black Berry Patch
Kurt saw the beautiful woman appear at the bottom of the steps. Her long dark hair obscuring half of her face. She moved with a grace that would have been elegant if Kurt hadn't been so terrified. Her body moved like she was dancing to a song only she could hear. She stopped suddenly as she scented the blood in the air. She trailed her long fingernails across his stomach and up to his bicep.
“Someone's been struggling. You've gone and gotten yourself all dirty.” She leaned forward and licked a stripe up the inside of his forearm. Humming as the taste of his blood exploded on her tongue.
“Mmmmm, you taste like cherries and sunshine. No wonder my Noah craves you. You taste divine.”
Kurt whimpered at the feeling of her rough tongue on his skin and he shivered as her cold hand touched him. Waves of revolution rocketed through him and he fought his gag reflex. Drusilla walked over to the table and picked up a sharp hunting knife. She sliced the end of her finger to test the sharpness. It slid through her skin easily and she sucked the blood off of her forefinger as she advanced on Kurt.
“You’ve been trying to steal my Noah. Only naughty boys steal and naughty boys need to be taught a lesson.”
Fear raced through his veins but Kurt promised himself he wouldn't scream. The blade was so sharp that he didn't feel the first cut. The first thing he felt was the slow slide of blood down his abdomen. It trailed around his belly button and soaked into the waistband of his jeans. He didn't feel the pain until she cut a second strip directly under the first. Pain rocketed through him and he bit his tongue hard to keep from crying out.
Kurt looked longingly at the stairs and hoped that Puck would be on his way soon. His head started to swim again and his eyes crossed as she continued to slice a thin line of shallow cuts across his stomach. He felt his arms give out and he gave into the pain. He gave into the darkness. He gave into her.
Kurt's body slumped forward and Drusilla pouted as her new toy went away. She walked over to the table and picked up a new instrument from her collection of torture devices. She grinned evilly to herself as she ran her fingers over the sharp points of her new toy. She had just the thing to wake the limp body in front of her.
She backhanded Kurt roughly before plunging the spikes into Kurt's side. Kurt jolted awake in shock. As he registered his surroundings for the second time he felt the white hot knife of pain in his side and he did the only thing he could think of.
He screamed.
**
Puck wandered around Lima. He wasn't ready to head home and he had promised Kurt the night to himself. He thought about finding someone to eat but then he remembered he was trying to keep his body count to a minimum. He noticed that the butcher shop was still open. He shrugged and thought it might be a good idea to see if he could talk the guy behind the counter into giving him some pig’s blood for free.
The store itself was non-description enough but it seemed odd that it was open this late. The guy behind the register leaned over the counter and smirked at him.
“What can I get for you today?”
“Yeah... ummm, you got any pigs blood?”
“Sure do. Whatdya need it for?”
“What's it to you?”
“Oh, nothing. Just for a guy like you I might be able to rustle up some otter maybe some elk. They've got a cleaner taste. More organic.”
“A guy like me, huh? And what kind of guy is that?”
“Listen dude. I can sense that you're still fairly new so I'll cut you some slack. You veggie vamps come find a guy like me and I give you want you need for a steal. This is a business transaction, okay kid? Can we move this along? I got a couple regulars comin' in tonight and I don't need a new face to spook 'em.”
“Wait, there's others? Here in Lima?”
“You guys are everywhere. I don't know why your sire didn't tell you. From the feel of it, she's pretty powerful. Order of Aurelius, right? Pretty heavy stuff.”
The guy reached down into the cooler and pulled out a clear plastic bag. He threw it to Puck.
“Take this for now. On the house.”
Puck smiled at him and exited the store in a haze. He was halfway down the block before he realized what he had in his hand. He used his fangs to tear into the bag. The blood was good. Nothing like human, nothing like Kurt's but as it slid down his throat, Puck decided he could live with it. If it meant he got to keep Kurt, he could learn to live with it.
He walked down the street and smiled to himself. He had a full belly, a new supplier and the knowledge that he wasn't the only one that didn't want to kill. Things were looking up.
**
Cont.In Part Six
Word Count: 15,309 in Total
Characters: Puck, Kurt, Sarah Puckerman, Norah Puckerman, Drusilla
Pairing(s): Puck/Kurt, brief Puck/Drusilla
Genre: Angst, Romance, Crossover (w/ BTVS, ATS)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: violence, character death (pretty unavoidable when dealing with vamp fic), sex between the boys, brief descriptions of captivity/torture
Summary: When Drusilla waltzed into Lima she was looking for someone to replace her William. A shiny new boy the glowed. She found Puck. When she chose him she didn't see his stubborn will, the might with which he would fight for his soul. And she certainly didn't see the boy made of sugar cane and power that danced in his heart.
Puck and Kurt had spent the next three nights together. Alternating between making love in Kurt's bedroom and laying out on the front lawn looking at the stars. Each morning they would kiss goodbye and Puck would have to deal with Drusilla brief bouts of jealous rage.
Tonight would be the first time that Puck wouldn't be seeing Kurt. His family was leaving the next morning so he knew he had to see them one last time. Kurt understood and promised he would still be there tomorrow night.
Kurt sat in his room with his leg bouncing anxiously. Without Puck coming over, he was at a loss of what to do. He glanced at the clock and noticed that it was already nine-thirty. He figured there was no better way to kill an evening that with some junk food and a Sons of Anarchy marathon. The store by this house was only about two blocks away. He figured the cool night air was a good way to clear his head.
On the short walk, his thoughts turned to Noah. Being in Noah's life meant something. It meant he could actually have a forever with someone. The thought was exciting and terrifying in equal measure. Kurt cut through the thin back alley. He was almost at the end of the alley when he was grabbed from behind and pulled into the dark corner of the alley. His senses sparked wildly. The smell of the piss and old garbage filled his nostrils. The person holding him was wearing wool and it left light scratches on his sensitive skin.
Kurt felt his head collide with the brick wall behind him and strong arms cradling him as he surrendered to the blackness. His vision swam with the red as he was pressed against her chest. She smelled like dead flowers. It was the same smell that would linger on Puck's skin when he would first come into the house. It was the smell that Puck spent the entire night trying to replace. It was Drusilla. His last thought before he fell into unconsciousness was that he was well and truly fucked.
**
Puck watched his family from across the street. He saw his Ma's frantic pacing and Sarah's little giggle as she watched her antics. He remembered all the years he's spent watching the same thing. He watched as Sarah packed her room and prepared to leave the only place she's ever called home.
His Ma was just as beautiful and just as messy as he remembered her. Her hair was frizzy and Puck could see the extra little bit of gray that streaked its way through her dark hair. Her dark eyes looked tired and he was happy they were both getting a fresh start. He bristled as his Ma's hand shot out the front door to grab the mail. She could recognize his messy scrawl and he knew he had to make sure she read the letter.
He made his way across the street and crouched under the kitchen window.
“Mama, what is it?” Sarah asked.
“It's a letter. Noah wrote us a letter.” Norah's voice broke
Hey Ma,
Sorry it's taken me this long to write. I know you must be pissed that I bailed like I did. I know you always thought I'd end up like dad. Mostly you're right. I got a regular gig playing lead guitar for this guy up in Maine. It's not much but it's my shot, Ma. I had to take it.
I took a bus out and took a chance. Dad never got farther than Columbus. I swear I'll make it way farther. I make leaving worth it. Tell Sarah I'm sorry I had to bail like that. It was kinda a dick move but I just couldn't say goodbye.
Just wanted to drop you a line and let you know that I'm safe and alive and that I love you.
I'll write again soon.
Love
Noah
Puck smiled to himself as he heard his mom giggle at his letter. He knew that they would be okay with him being gone now. He could live with them hating him a little bit for being too much like his old man. He could live with them thinking he was a loser with a dream. It was way better than the alternative. It was better than the truth.
**
Kurt came to with his arms raised and his wrists tied above his head. His toes just barely brushed the concrete floor and his torso sagged under the weight of gravity. His arms tingled from the lack of blood and Kurt tugged on his bindings.
His head throbbed as he tilted his head up to see how he was bound. A thick piece of rope wound around his wrists and were attached to the s-hook hanging from the ceiling. The room was dark but the musty smell and rough concrete on his feet made him think he was in a basement. The thick smell of flowers made the air almost claustrophobic and Kurt swallowed roughly as his stomach threatened to rebel.
The air was cold on his skin and he felt the uncomfortable feeling of goose bumps overtake his body as he shivered. He looked down to see that his shirt had been torn from his body. Even in his current situation, he still felt self-conscious about being so exposed.
Kurt pulled on his bindings as heard a slightest give in the wood. He smiled to himself as he gave another hard pull. This time he felt the rope on his wrists bite even deeper into his skin and thin rivulets of blood trailed down the inside of his forearm. Kurt felt his shoulders stretch to alleviate the tension, forcing him even further onto his tiptoes. He squinted into the darkness to try and see what he could make out.
He saw that the basement was pretty bare. Nothing that he could really use as a weapon. His eyes drift to the small end table by his side. He saw the makeshift collection of tools and other sharp objects. He kicked his feet toward the table and tried to upend the table. Each swing of his leg put his full weight onto his arms and tears sprang to his eyes and his wrists began to bleed even more.
He heard the soft steps of someone descending the stairs. Her lilting voice followed her down the stairs.
Run and Catch, Run and Catch, The Lamb is Caught In The Black Berry Patch
Kurt saw the beautiful woman appear at the bottom of the steps. Her long dark hair obscuring half of her face. She moved with a grace that would have been elegant if Kurt hadn't been so terrified. Her body moved like she was dancing to a song only she could hear. She stopped suddenly as she scented the blood in the air. She trailed her long fingernails across his stomach and up to his bicep.
“Someone's been struggling. You've gone and gotten yourself all dirty.” She leaned forward and licked a stripe up the inside of his forearm. Humming as the taste of his blood exploded on her tongue.
“Mmmmm, you taste like cherries and sunshine. No wonder my Noah craves you. You taste divine.”
Kurt whimpered at the feeling of her rough tongue on his skin and he shivered as her cold hand touched him. Waves of revolution rocketed through him and he fought his gag reflex. Drusilla walked over to the table and picked up a sharp hunting knife. She sliced the end of her finger to test the sharpness. It slid through her skin easily and she sucked the blood off of her forefinger as she advanced on Kurt.
“You’ve been trying to steal my Noah. Only naughty boys steal and naughty boys need to be taught a lesson.”
Fear raced through his veins but Kurt promised himself he wouldn't scream. The blade was so sharp that he didn't feel the first cut. The first thing he felt was the slow slide of blood down his abdomen. It trailed around his belly button and soaked into the waistband of his jeans. He didn't feel the pain until she cut a second strip directly under the first. Pain rocketed through him and he bit his tongue hard to keep from crying out.
Kurt looked longingly at the stairs and hoped that Puck would be on his way soon. His head started to swim again and his eyes crossed as she continued to slice a thin line of shallow cuts across his stomach. He felt his arms give out and he gave into the pain. He gave into the darkness. He gave into her.
Kurt's body slumped forward and Drusilla pouted as her new toy went away. She walked over to the table and picked up a new instrument from her collection of torture devices. She grinned evilly to herself as she ran her fingers over the sharp points of her new toy. She had just the thing to wake the limp body in front of her.
She backhanded Kurt roughly before plunging the spikes into Kurt's side. Kurt jolted awake in shock. As he registered his surroundings for the second time he felt the white hot knife of pain in his side and he did the only thing he could think of.
He screamed.
**
Puck wandered around Lima. He wasn't ready to head home and he had promised Kurt the night to himself. He thought about finding someone to eat but then he remembered he was trying to keep his body count to a minimum. He noticed that the butcher shop was still open. He shrugged and thought it might be a good idea to see if he could talk the guy behind the counter into giving him some pig’s blood for free.
The store itself was non-description enough but it seemed odd that it was open this late. The guy behind the register leaned over the counter and smirked at him.
“What can I get for you today?”
“Yeah... ummm, you got any pigs blood?”
“Sure do. Whatdya need it for?”
“What's it to you?”
“Oh, nothing. Just for a guy like you I might be able to rustle up some otter maybe some elk. They've got a cleaner taste. More organic.”
“A guy like me, huh? And what kind of guy is that?”
“Listen dude. I can sense that you're still fairly new so I'll cut you some slack. You veggie vamps come find a guy like me and I give you want you need for a steal. This is a business transaction, okay kid? Can we move this along? I got a couple regulars comin' in tonight and I don't need a new face to spook 'em.”
“Wait, there's others? Here in Lima?”
“You guys are everywhere. I don't know why your sire didn't tell you. From the feel of it, she's pretty powerful. Order of Aurelius, right? Pretty heavy stuff.”
The guy reached down into the cooler and pulled out a clear plastic bag. He threw it to Puck.
“Take this for now. On the house.”
Puck smiled at him and exited the store in a haze. He was halfway down the block before he realized what he had in his hand. He used his fangs to tear into the bag. The blood was good. Nothing like human, nothing like Kurt's but as it slid down his throat, Puck decided he could live with it. If it meant he got to keep Kurt, he could learn to live with it.
He walked down the street and smiled to himself. He had a full belly, a new supplier and the knowledge that he wasn't the only one that didn't want to kill. Things were looking up.
**
Cont.In Part Six