Your Beauty Effulgent- Part Four
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.
**
Kurt was wrapped in his favorite fluffy white robe and towel drying his hair as he walked out of the bathroom. He was just about to start his post-bath moisturizing routine when he heard a quiet knock on his bedroom window. He reached up and unlocked the latch.
“Come in, Noah.” He said while heading back over to the vanity table.
“Why aren't you at my place?”
“Noah, Sarah and your mom are getting ready to move to Columbus. Your mom got a promotion. They leave to look at new places to live on Friday morning.” Kurt gave Puck a sympathetic look before he moved to sit on the bed. Puck's face remained eerily calm.
“How long is it going to be before you leave Lima too?”
“Noah, I'm not going anywhere.”
“That's bullshit, Kurt. It's just a matter of time before Broadway calls, right?” Puck sneered
“No. Not anymore.” Kurt said, softly.
“Why not?”
Kurt hesitated for a minute. Almost like he was trying to decide if he was ready to say it out loud yet. He swallowed loudly. “Now I have a reason to stay.”
Puck stopped pacing and stared hard at Kurt. He stomped over to Kurt's closet and started grabbing handfuls of clothes. He started cramming them into a few Prada travel bags. Kurt ran over to him and pulled on his arms.
“Puck, what are you doing? Have you lost your mind? This is your response to me saying I want to be with you?” Kurt asked, frantically.
“No, Kurt. If I'm the only reason you're staying, you can leave right now. I'm sure you could go with my Ma to Columbus. You can start fresh there too.”
Kurt brought his hand down across Puck's cheek. The loud sound reverberated through the basement and Kurt was happy that the house was empty. Puck's head snapped back and Kurt went rigid when he saw Puck's face. Kurt was pretty sure that was the shift he had felt right before Puck had bitten him.
Puck's face had changed. His brows shifted into deep ridges, his incisors became more pronounced and his eye shone a golden yellow color. Puck seemed to sense the shift in Kurt's mood and his nose crinkled as he smelled Kurt's fear. Kurt's wide eyes made Puck realize why he was so scared. He raised his hand to his face and felt the face he promised he'd never let Kurt see. He quickly shifted back and put his hands up in a non-threatening gesture.
“I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry.” Puck scrambled.
Kurt put his hand up to silence Puck. “Can I see it again?” Puck hesitated. “Please?”
Puck bit his lip before letting his demon come forward again. He averted his gaze as he felt Kurt's eyes on him.
“Noah... it's... you're... I've never... you're...you're....” Kurt's trailed off as he reached up to trace the ridges of Puck's forehead. His thumb ran across Puck's bottom lip and caught on one of his sharp canines, drawing the tiniest drop of blood. Puck's tongue caught the small drop and tasted the pad of Kurt's thumb as well. Kurt gasped as Puck caught his eye.
“Noah, you're so beautiful.” Kurt said in a breathy whisper.
Puck grabbed the hand that hovered by his mouth and pulled Kurt towards him. He pressed a fierce kiss onto Kurt's lips. He kissed him hard, pulling Kurt's bottom lip into his mouth. Kurt matched him. Throwing his hands around Puck's neck and pulling Puck's hard body against his. Puck's tongue pushed past Kurt's soft mouth to taste the slight mint of his toothpaste.
Kurt's body radiated warmth and the fear that was so present just a few minutes before was overtaken by the heady scent of Kurt's arousal. Kurt's breathing turned frantic and his hands flailed as he tried to pull Puck in even further. Kurt's bottom lip brushed against one of Puck's fangs and sliced open. He pulled back and gasped.
They locked eyes and Puck waited for Kurt to make the first move. Kurt's hand slowly left Puck's shoulder and settled on the belt of his robe. He faltered for just a second before pulled the end free and let the robe part. Puck pushed the fabric off of Kurt's shoulders and it fall to the floor at his feet. He pulled back slightly and watched as Kurt's chest rose with every breath. Kurt's chest flushed under the scrutiny and it worked its way up Kurt's neck. The flush made his mark even more obvious on Kurt's neck. His hand rose to trace the two small pinpricks.
“I'm sorry, Kurt. I should have asked you first.” Puck whispered. Kurt just shook his head and rested his cheek on the top of Puck's hand.
Puck's hands started to sweep along the planes of Kurt's body. His large, cool hands searing Kurt's skin. Kurt was happy that he had never been touched like this before because each cool touch made him shiver in such a delicious way that he didn't want to think about what this would feel like with someone that was warmer. It was like his body was humming just for Puck and he couldn't help the shy rush that flooded him as Puck's fingers trailed along the inside of his thighs.
When Puck's fingers ran across his hole, he buckled forward and grabbed Puck's biceps. He nodded frantically as one of Puck's fingers breached him for the first time. His forehead collided with Puck's collarbone and he wanted something he wasn't entirely sure how to ask for.
Puck pulled away and led him towards the bed. He pulled open the side drawer and grabbed the lube that was hidden under the year-old issues of Vogue and smirked when Kurt turned his head away in embarrassment. He ran his hand over the swell of Kurt's ass before leaning over to whisper in his ear.
“Have you used this to finger yourself?”
Kurt's silence was all the answered he needed.
“Show me.”
Kurt gave Puck a shocked look. He held Puck's insistent gaze and he arranged the pillows into a pile. He knelt on the bed and reached for the lube dangling in Puck's hands. He coated two fingers with lube and used the other hand to brace himself on the pillows. He reached his hand around his back and teased his opening with his slick fingers. His body arched back as he slipped his fingers into his ass. Kurt felt his body give into the intrusion and soon he rocked back onto his own fingers. Puck's growl spurred him and soon he was whimpering with each thrust. It was too much and not enough all at once.
Puck seemed to sense the moment he was ready for more. He pulled his shirt over his head and smirked at the added whimper that broke from Kurt's mouth. He pulled his jeans off and hissed as the cool air hit the tip of his cock. He moved behind Kurt and slide along the crease of Kurt's ass. Kurt's fingers didn't stop their movement so his fingers would brush his balls and the underside of his dick with every thrust.
Kurt was about to add a third finger when Puck stilled his movements. Puck pulled Kurt's fingers out of the way and lined the head of his cock up with Kurt's entrance. Kurt's ass grasped Puck's pulsing head and Kurt tried to pull him in. Kurt raised himself up until he felt his back brush Puck's cool chest. Puck wrapped his arm around his waist and slide forward slightly. Kurt's body fought against the intrusion but Kurt pushed himself down farther on Puck's hard cock until Puck was fully seated inside of him.
Puck felt Kurt's body twitch and give around him. Kurt took a deep breath and nodded that he was ready. Puck pulled back slightly before pushing back in and Kurt convulsed in spasms. He fell forward and begged Puck to keep going.
Each thrust pulled Puck in deeper. Each whimper made Puck fuck harder. His hands left fingerprints on Kurt's hip and Kurt matched every thrust. Kurt's heat scorched him. His grasping heat made Puck's eyes cross and he felt Kurt start to quiver around him. He wasn't ready for this to be over yet so he pulled out of Kurt before Kurt gave into his orgasm.
Puck watched as Kurt's opening fluttered and he thrust three fingers into Kurt to feel the grasping. His fingers kept a steady pace.
“Kurt, I wanna see you. Fuck, I wanna claim you.” Puck growled.
Kurt scrambled over the pillows and flipped over onto his back. His hand reached down to stroke himself a few times before Puck was over him again. Puck pushed himself past Kurt's entrance again. Kurt arched up into the touch. They rutted against each other as the room was taken over by their grunts. Kurt felt a tiny bead of sweat fall across his jaw as he pushed himself up on his elbows. His hand reached up to run over Puck's collarbone. He gave Puck questioning look.
“You gonna claim me? Do I get to claim you too?”
Puck nodded frantically and sucked in an unnecessary breath as Kurt pressed a kiss to the point where his shoulder met his neck. Kurt sank his teeth into Puck's skin and Puck felt his demon cry out. He hadn't realized how much his demon needed to be claimed. It was then that he realized how much Drusilla had fucked up. He wasn't supposed to feel as lost as he had. He wasn't supposed to feel like he didn't fit in the world. For two months, he felt the demon rejecting his humanity. Now, he felt the demon reconcile with what was left of his soul. Kurt's teeth in his neck, Kurt making Puck his made the fighting stop and now it didn't feel like a battle was raging inside of him anymore.
Pure pleasure flooded Puck and he roared as he came. Kurt pulled back with blood on his mouth and Puck surged forward to pull him into a deep kiss.
The first time Puck slid his sharp canines into his throat all he knew was blinding pain. The lightheaded blackness started to take him. The thin tips of teeth in his neck weren't as deep as they could be. Puck pulled back and stared at Kurt.
“Are you sure? If I do this right, it's forever.” Puck whispered.
Kurt just nodded and watched as Puck ran his shiny tongue over one of his own sharp teeth. Kurt heard the grunt and saw the blood that spilled out of the wound Puck had just created. The slide of Puck's teeth was slow this time, like Puck was waiting for Kurt to push him away. Kurt just curled his fingers around Puck's bicep and groan. For the first time Kurt could really feel Puck drawing the blood out of him. The inside of Puck's lips grazed his skin will every pull and pleasure rocketed down Kurt's spine.
He could feel their blood mixing for a brief second before Puck bit harder. Going deeper that he ever had before. Kurt fell over the edge of the pleasure he had been teetering on. As he spiraled towards the blackness, he knew that Puck just really claimed him. When he woke up curled on Puck's still chest and with Puck's possessive arm wrapped around his shoulder, he thought he kinda liked that idea.
**
Kurt woke up to the feeling of soft kisses being pressed against the mark on his neck. He shifted slightly and pressed a kiss to the side of Puck's head.
“Mmmmm, Good Morning.”
“Kurt, it's almost sunrise. I have to go.”
Kurt frowned and nodded as he bent over the bed to grab his robe. He walked Puck to the door with their fingers laced together and leaned up to kiss him goodbye. Their tongues slid against each others as Kurt tried to make the darkness stay a little bit longer so Puck could stay too. Puck pulled away and headed for the door. His hand was on the doorknob but he hesitated, turning around to look at Kurt for a minute.
“Before I go, can you.... please?” Puck gestured to his neck. To the faint marks Kurt had left there the night before. Puck hated that his claim was already healing. Kurt nodded and pressed a kiss on the edge of the mark. The ferocious bite that followed shocked them both and made Puck's knees buckle.
“Ohmygod....babybabybaby....” Puck started to mumble softly to himself as his demon was sated for the second time. He rolled his forehead against Kurt's in a display of gratitude and pressed a soft kiss on the bridge of Kurt's nose.
Puck turned to leave and was halted by Kurt's soft hand on his back.
“Noah.... I love you, you know that right?”
“I love you, too.” Puck said, softly.
He kissed Kurt a final time and headed out the door. He felt Kurt's eyes in him as he walked away. He turned the corner and moved to rest his hand on the bite Kurt had just made. Tears prickled at the corner of his eyes as he felt the edges close and start to heal. He knew it would be completely gone by the time he got back to 21 Jackson Street. Kurt's scent still lingers heavily on his skin and he braced himself for the reaction another person's scent would elicit from Dru.
The house was darkened by the black curtains he had put up so they could walk around the house during the day. The next door neighbor pulled the curtains closed as he walked by. In the long walks he'd taken in the past few days, Puck couldn't help but wonder what his un-life as a vampire would be like if he was turned correctly. Drusilla was a nice enough sire. She didn't force herself on him, didn't beat the fuck out of him or force him to kill little kids so he mostly learned just to accept that this was his life. But even he could tell that Dru wasn't exactly playing with a full deck.
Puck had spent most of his first month as a vampire listening to Drusilla ramble about the “family”. He'd heard about all the torture her own sire had put her through and the horrible tales about what they used to be together. They were called the Scourge of Europe for a reason. But through all these tales he started to hear the things she wasn't really saying. Like about something called the Hellmouth. Like about how her William and her Daddy had been taken by the bad side and made to drink from swine. In her ramblings, she was talking about another way.
He knew that he was wrong. He was different. He wasn't supposed to have nightmares about the people he had killed. Just like he wasn't supposed to remember their names. Just like he was supposed to revel in the chaos, in the destruction, in the torture. Drusilla would mutter about the sparks that stayed. Puck knew she had gotten it wrong. Gotten him wrong. He ran his fingers through the jasmine by the door and braced himself for what was waiting for him.
The house was silent and clothing was strewn around the living room. Puck went about cleaning up. He started walking around the room, draping the clothes over his arm and singing softly to himself. He wasn't paying attention. A strong hand collided with his back and sent him flying into the wall across the room. The plaster splinters under the force and Puck was slow getting to his feet.
“Little Lamb is all over you. Left his paw prints all over. Miss Edith says the stars are screaming.”
“Geez Dru, calm down. I only saw Kurt because I was checking on Sarah and he was there.” Puck exhaled as she withdraw and seemed to calm down. She started singing Mary Had A Little Lamb as she danced out of the room.
Puck started to clean up the drywall that lay broken on the ground and cursed himself for one millionth time for following that crazy bitch into the dark room in the first place.
**
Cont.In Part Five
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.
**
Kurt was wrapped in his favorite fluffy white robe and towel drying his hair as he walked out of the bathroom. He was just about to start his post-bath moisturizing routine when he heard a quiet knock on his bedroom window. He reached up and unlocked the latch.
“Come in, Noah.” He said while heading back over to the vanity table.
“Why aren't you at my place?”
“Noah, Sarah and your mom are getting ready to move to Columbus. Your mom got a promotion. They leave to look at new places to live on Friday morning.” Kurt gave Puck a sympathetic look before he moved to sit on the bed. Puck's face remained eerily calm.
“How long is it going to be before you leave Lima too?”
“Noah, I'm not going anywhere.”
“That's bullshit, Kurt. It's just a matter of time before Broadway calls, right?” Puck sneered
“No. Not anymore.” Kurt said, softly.
“Why not?”
Kurt hesitated for a minute. Almost like he was trying to decide if he was ready to say it out loud yet. He swallowed loudly. “Now I have a reason to stay.”
Puck stopped pacing and stared hard at Kurt. He stomped over to Kurt's closet and started grabbing handfuls of clothes. He started cramming them into a few Prada travel bags. Kurt ran over to him and pulled on his arms.
“Puck, what are you doing? Have you lost your mind? This is your response to me saying I want to be with you?” Kurt asked, frantically.
“No, Kurt. If I'm the only reason you're staying, you can leave right now. I'm sure you could go with my Ma to Columbus. You can start fresh there too.”
Kurt brought his hand down across Puck's cheek. The loud sound reverberated through the basement and Kurt was happy that the house was empty. Puck's head snapped back and Kurt went rigid when he saw Puck's face. Kurt was pretty sure that was the shift he had felt right before Puck had bitten him.
Puck's face had changed. His brows shifted into deep ridges, his incisors became more pronounced and his eye shone a golden yellow color. Puck seemed to sense the shift in Kurt's mood and his nose crinkled as he smelled Kurt's fear. Kurt's wide eyes made Puck realize why he was so scared. He raised his hand to his face and felt the face he promised he'd never let Kurt see. He quickly shifted back and put his hands up in a non-threatening gesture.
“I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry.” Puck scrambled.
Kurt put his hand up to silence Puck. “Can I see it again?” Puck hesitated. “Please?”
Puck bit his lip before letting his demon come forward again. He averted his gaze as he felt Kurt's eyes on him.
“Noah... it's... you're... I've never... you're...you're....” Kurt's trailed off as he reached up to trace the ridges of Puck's forehead. His thumb ran across Puck's bottom lip and caught on one of his sharp canines, drawing the tiniest drop of blood. Puck's tongue caught the small drop and tasted the pad of Kurt's thumb as well. Kurt gasped as Puck caught his eye.
“Noah, you're so beautiful.” Kurt said in a breathy whisper.
Puck grabbed the hand that hovered by his mouth and pulled Kurt towards him. He pressed a fierce kiss onto Kurt's lips. He kissed him hard, pulling Kurt's bottom lip into his mouth. Kurt matched him. Throwing his hands around Puck's neck and pulling Puck's hard body against his. Puck's tongue pushed past Kurt's soft mouth to taste the slight mint of his toothpaste.
Kurt's body radiated warmth and the fear that was so present just a few minutes before was overtaken by the heady scent of Kurt's arousal. Kurt's breathing turned frantic and his hands flailed as he tried to pull Puck in even further. Kurt's bottom lip brushed against one of Puck's fangs and sliced open. He pulled back and gasped.
They locked eyes and Puck waited for Kurt to make the first move. Kurt's hand slowly left Puck's shoulder and settled on the belt of his robe. He faltered for just a second before pulled the end free and let the robe part. Puck pushed the fabric off of Kurt's shoulders and it fall to the floor at his feet. He pulled back slightly and watched as Kurt's chest rose with every breath. Kurt's chest flushed under the scrutiny and it worked its way up Kurt's neck. The flush made his mark even more obvious on Kurt's neck. His hand rose to trace the two small pinpricks.
“I'm sorry, Kurt. I should have asked you first.” Puck whispered. Kurt just shook his head and rested his cheek on the top of Puck's hand.
Puck's hands started to sweep along the planes of Kurt's body. His large, cool hands searing Kurt's skin. Kurt was happy that he had never been touched like this before because each cool touch made him shiver in such a delicious way that he didn't want to think about what this would feel like with someone that was warmer. It was like his body was humming just for Puck and he couldn't help the shy rush that flooded him as Puck's fingers trailed along the inside of his thighs.
When Puck's fingers ran across his hole, he buckled forward and grabbed Puck's biceps. He nodded frantically as one of Puck's fingers breached him for the first time. His forehead collided with Puck's collarbone and he wanted something he wasn't entirely sure how to ask for.
Puck pulled away and led him towards the bed. He pulled open the side drawer and grabbed the lube that was hidden under the year-old issues of Vogue and smirked when Kurt turned his head away in embarrassment. He ran his hand over the swell of Kurt's ass before leaning over to whisper in his ear.
“Have you used this to finger yourself?”
Kurt's silence was all the answered he needed.
“Show me.”
Kurt gave Puck a shocked look. He held Puck's insistent gaze and he arranged the pillows into a pile. He knelt on the bed and reached for the lube dangling in Puck's hands. He coated two fingers with lube and used the other hand to brace himself on the pillows. He reached his hand around his back and teased his opening with his slick fingers. His body arched back as he slipped his fingers into his ass. Kurt felt his body give into the intrusion and soon he rocked back onto his own fingers. Puck's growl spurred him and soon he was whimpering with each thrust. It was too much and not enough all at once.
Puck seemed to sense the moment he was ready for more. He pulled his shirt over his head and smirked at the added whimper that broke from Kurt's mouth. He pulled his jeans off and hissed as the cool air hit the tip of his cock. He moved behind Kurt and slide along the crease of Kurt's ass. Kurt's fingers didn't stop their movement so his fingers would brush his balls and the underside of his dick with every thrust.
Kurt was about to add a third finger when Puck stilled his movements. Puck pulled Kurt's fingers out of the way and lined the head of his cock up with Kurt's entrance. Kurt's ass grasped Puck's pulsing head and Kurt tried to pull him in. Kurt raised himself up until he felt his back brush Puck's cool chest. Puck wrapped his arm around his waist and slide forward slightly. Kurt's body fought against the intrusion but Kurt pushed himself down farther on Puck's hard cock until Puck was fully seated inside of him.
Puck felt Kurt's body twitch and give around him. Kurt took a deep breath and nodded that he was ready. Puck pulled back slightly before pushing back in and Kurt convulsed in spasms. He fell forward and begged Puck to keep going.
Each thrust pulled Puck in deeper. Each whimper made Puck fuck harder. His hands left fingerprints on Kurt's hip and Kurt matched every thrust. Kurt's heat scorched him. His grasping heat made Puck's eyes cross and he felt Kurt start to quiver around him. He wasn't ready for this to be over yet so he pulled out of Kurt before Kurt gave into his orgasm.
Puck watched as Kurt's opening fluttered and he thrust three fingers into Kurt to feel the grasping. His fingers kept a steady pace.
“Kurt, I wanna see you. Fuck, I wanna claim you.” Puck growled.
Kurt scrambled over the pillows and flipped over onto his back. His hand reached down to stroke himself a few times before Puck was over him again. Puck pushed himself past Kurt's entrance again. Kurt arched up into the touch. They rutted against each other as the room was taken over by their grunts. Kurt felt a tiny bead of sweat fall across his jaw as he pushed himself up on his elbows. His hand reached up to run over Puck's collarbone. He gave Puck questioning look.
“You gonna claim me? Do I get to claim you too?”
Puck nodded frantically and sucked in an unnecessary breath as Kurt pressed a kiss to the point where his shoulder met his neck. Kurt sank his teeth into Puck's skin and Puck felt his demon cry out. He hadn't realized how much his demon needed to be claimed. It was then that he realized how much Drusilla had fucked up. He wasn't supposed to feel as lost as he had. He wasn't supposed to feel like he didn't fit in the world. For two months, he felt the demon rejecting his humanity. Now, he felt the demon reconcile with what was left of his soul. Kurt's teeth in his neck, Kurt making Puck his made the fighting stop and now it didn't feel like a battle was raging inside of him anymore.
Pure pleasure flooded Puck and he roared as he came. Kurt pulled back with blood on his mouth and Puck surged forward to pull him into a deep kiss.
The first time Puck slid his sharp canines into his throat all he knew was blinding pain. The lightheaded blackness started to take him. The thin tips of teeth in his neck weren't as deep as they could be. Puck pulled back and stared at Kurt.
“Are you sure? If I do this right, it's forever.” Puck whispered.
Kurt just nodded and watched as Puck ran his shiny tongue over one of his own sharp teeth. Kurt heard the grunt and saw the blood that spilled out of the wound Puck had just created. The slide of Puck's teeth was slow this time, like Puck was waiting for Kurt to push him away. Kurt just curled his fingers around Puck's bicep and groan. For the first time Kurt could really feel Puck drawing the blood out of him. The inside of Puck's lips grazed his skin will every pull and pleasure rocketed down Kurt's spine.
He could feel their blood mixing for a brief second before Puck bit harder. Going deeper that he ever had before. Kurt fell over the edge of the pleasure he had been teetering on. As he spiraled towards the blackness, he knew that Puck just really claimed him. When he woke up curled on Puck's still chest and with Puck's possessive arm wrapped around his shoulder, he thought he kinda liked that idea.
**
Kurt woke up to the feeling of soft kisses being pressed against the mark on his neck. He shifted slightly and pressed a kiss to the side of Puck's head.
“Mmmmm, Good Morning.”
“Kurt, it's almost sunrise. I have to go.”
Kurt frowned and nodded as he bent over the bed to grab his robe. He walked Puck to the door with their fingers laced together and leaned up to kiss him goodbye. Their tongues slid against each others as Kurt tried to make the darkness stay a little bit longer so Puck could stay too. Puck pulled away and headed for the door. His hand was on the doorknob but he hesitated, turning around to look at Kurt for a minute.
“Before I go, can you.... please?” Puck gestured to his neck. To the faint marks Kurt had left there the night before. Puck hated that his claim was already healing. Kurt nodded and pressed a kiss on the edge of the mark. The ferocious bite that followed shocked them both and made Puck's knees buckle.
“Ohmygod....babybabybaby....” Puck started to mumble softly to himself as his demon was sated for the second time. He rolled his forehead against Kurt's in a display of gratitude and pressed a soft kiss on the bridge of Kurt's nose.
Puck turned to leave and was halted by Kurt's soft hand on his back.
“Noah.... I love you, you know that right?”
“I love you, too.” Puck said, softly.
He kissed Kurt a final time and headed out the door. He felt Kurt's eyes in him as he walked away. He turned the corner and moved to rest his hand on the bite Kurt had just made. Tears prickled at the corner of his eyes as he felt the edges close and start to heal. He knew it would be completely gone by the time he got back to 21 Jackson Street. Kurt's scent still lingers heavily on his skin and he braced himself for the reaction another person's scent would elicit from Dru.
The house was darkened by the black curtains he had put up so they could walk around the house during the day. The next door neighbor pulled the curtains closed as he walked by. In the long walks he'd taken in the past few days, Puck couldn't help but wonder what his un-life as a vampire would be like if he was turned correctly. Drusilla was a nice enough sire. She didn't force herself on him, didn't beat the fuck out of him or force him to kill little kids so he mostly learned just to accept that this was his life. But even he could tell that Dru wasn't exactly playing with a full deck.
Puck had spent most of his first month as a vampire listening to Drusilla ramble about the “family”. He'd heard about all the torture her own sire had put her through and the horrible tales about what they used to be together. They were called the Scourge of Europe for a reason. But through all these tales he started to hear the things she wasn't really saying. Like about something called the Hellmouth. Like about how her William and her Daddy had been taken by the bad side and made to drink from swine. In her ramblings, she was talking about another way.
He knew that he was wrong. He was different. He wasn't supposed to have nightmares about the people he had killed. Just like he wasn't supposed to remember their names. Just like he was supposed to revel in the chaos, in the destruction, in the torture. Drusilla would mutter about the sparks that stayed. Puck knew she had gotten it wrong. Gotten him wrong. He ran his fingers through the jasmine by the door and braced himself for what was waiting for him.
The house was silent and clothing was strewn around the living room. Puck went about cleaning up. He started walking around the room, draping the clothes over his arm and singing softly to himself. He wasn't paying attention. A strong hand collided with his back and sent him flying into the wall across the room. The plaster splinters under the force and Puck was slow getting to his feet.
“Little Lamb is all over you. Left his paw prints all over. Miss Edith says the stars are screaming.”
“Geez Dru, calm down. I only saw Kurt because I was checking on Sarah and he was there.” Puck exhaled as she withdraw and seemed to calm down. She started singing Mary Had A Little Lamb as she danced out of the room.
Puck started to clean up the drywall that lay broken on the ground and cursed himself for one millionth time for following that crazy bitch into the dark room in the first place.
**
Cont.In Part Five