FIC: Each Unhappy Family, Prologue
Title: Each Unhappy Family
Characters/Pairings: Kurt/Sebastian, Rachel (mentioned past Kurt/Blaine, Rachel/Jesse)
Rating: eventual NC-17
Word Count: aprox. 1050
Summary: Being Human!AU. Sebastian is a werewolf, Kurt is a vampire and Rachel is a ghost. Together, they are sort of like a family.
EACH UNHAPPY FAMILY
Prologue
Rachel, at her most dramatic, would always insist that it was the winds of destiny that had brought them together. On an optimistic night, Kurt might even be inclined to ride the crazy train and believe in her words. Sebastian, though, had always known that there was nothing even close to destiny in what they had. All there had been, all he would always remember, was a bright moonlit night and a boy named Kyle.
He was sixteen at the time, horny and determined to get into his chosen boy’s pants. (“Nothing has changed but the age, then?” Kurt would joke whenever Sebastian told the story.) The chosen boy in question was Kyle, a blonde jock with a pretty ass who was convinced his macho act was fooling everyone, and whom Sebastian had assured that no one would suspect a thing if they only scurried away for a few minutes into the woods.
The camping trip had been the school’s idea, and even if spending a couple of nights sleeping in a cold, uncomfortable tent was number one in Sebastian’s least favorite activities list, he knew a chance when he saw one. He’d motioned for Kyle to follow him into the woods with a simple move of his head, and had seen him stand up and almost trip with his own feet in his haste. Sebastian still remembered laughing when he’d started making his way through the trees.
“Should we go this far away?” Kyle had asked, hand already reaching for Sebastian’s arm.
“Relax, stud. It’s not like there’s any bears out here.”
It had taken him mere minutes to have Kyle pressed up against a tree, his mouth hot and heavy under Sebastian’s. He could admit that his technique hadn’t been the best back then - having just recently discovered the joys of sex - but Kyle hadn’t seemed to mind. Quite the contrary, since the boy had responded perfectly to Sebastian’s prodding, letting him push a thigh between his own. Sebastian remembered his blood boiling, his nerve endings reacting to every single touch that, in his inexperience, had felt perfect.
(“Oh, come on, you can’t possibly remember that much,” Kurt would always interrupt.
“Hush,” Rachel would complain. “What happened then? Your storytelling is so dramatic.”)
Kyle had been the one to stop. His breathing had been heavy and ragged, the hot puffs of air coming from his parted lips falling against the skin of Sebastian’s neck. They had felt loud in the silent forest around them.
“Did you hear that?” Kyle had asked.
“What? I didn’t hear anything,” Sebastian had said. And he’d been so sure, too, that Kyle was being paranoid. “It’s probably some other couple.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Come on Kyle, don’t you wanna come?” Sebastian had followed his words with a push of his thigh, and had delightfully smiled at Kyle’s groan. “I wanna come.”
So of course, as if he’d given the cue for a dramatic scene in a B-series movie, that had been when it had happened. He always made this part of his story as short as possible, not wanting to recount the pain, or the suddenness of it. He could hardly be asked to remember what being bitten by a wolf felt like, now could he? Be he did remember. He remembered thinking that that was it, his life, over in sixteen short years with no real achievement. He remembered trying to scream, and the gurgles that had come out instead through the blood pooling in his mouth. And he remembered, more than anything, the sight of Kyle’s mauled body.
He had walked away from the incident though, and it had taken a month for him to understand the consequences of it. Whatever the case, he was told to count himself lucky, and he guessed that was the right thing to say when no one knew that he had walked out a monster.
(“We are not monsters,” Kurt would protest, adamant, always willing to fight him in this affair. “We are just trying to survive.”)
Monster or not, Sebastian doubted that it was part of destiny’s plan to have werewolves walking the Earth. It was hard to convince Rachel otherwise, though, even as she told her own story, of the fall down the stairs that she didn’t truly remember and that had ended her life prematurely. She had convinced herself that her turning into a ghost must have been a necessary thing, must have had an objective. Early in their relationship, she had decided that said objective was nothing but taking care of Kurt and Sebastian, since they were incapable of doing so by themselves, and too emotionally moronic to understand that all they had going for themselves was sticking together. Sebastian liked to roll his eyes at her, and to remind her that her destiny should have been becoming a great star, and not some kind of guardian angel.
(“Well,” she would say then, “I understand when my efforts are not being appreciated.”
Later, he would hear her crying on Kurt’s shoulder, lamenting the fact that she couldn’t even slam a door and have a proper tantrum.)
Kurt, even when he chose to believe that some outside force had decided to bring them together, didn’t share his story. He said it was too old, too far away for him to remember correctly, but Sebastian thought that one hardly forgot the night that death became a beginning, rather than an ending. A part of Sebastian wanted to know everything, but so far he only had some puzzle pieces to work with, some grumbled mentions of vampire societies and someone named Blaine.
Whatever the case, destiny or no destiny, there was no changing the fact that they were stuck together in a small apartment in New York City, trying to make something of what little life they were given.
(“But if it’s not destiny,” Rachel would ask sometimes, “why would we be here together? I hardly think that a vampire, a werewolf and a ghost living under the same roof can be something other than some kind of prophecy. We should make a musical out of it,” she would squeal. “I would have to play myself, of course.”
“Please, make her stop,” Kurt would whine.
“Answer me, then,” she would prod. “Why are we stuck here together if not destiny?”
“Because,” Sebastian would answer, “otherwise we’d be alone.”)
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Chapter 1
Characters/Pairings: Kurt/Sebastian, Rachel (mentioned past Kurt/Blaine, Rachel/Jesse)
Rating: eventual NC-17
Word Count: aprox. 1050
Summary: Being Human!AU. Sebastian is a werewolf, Kurt is a vampire and Rachel is a ghost. Together, they are sort of like a family.
EACH UNHAPPY FAMILY
Prologue
Rachel, at her most dramatic, would always insist that it was the winds of destiny that had brought them together. On an optimistic night, Kurt might even be inclined to ride the crazy train and believe in her words. Sebastian, though, had always known that there was nothing even close to destiny in what they had. All there had been, all he would always remember, was a bright moonlit night and a boy named Kyle.
He was sixteen at the time, horny and determined to get into his chosen boy’s pants. (“Nothing has changed but the age, then?” Kurt would joke whenever Sebastian told the story.) The chosen boy in question was Kyle, a blonde jock with a pretty ass who was convinced his macho act was fooling everyone, and whom Sebastian had assured that no one would suspect a thing if they only scurried away for a few minutes into the woods.
The camping trip had been the school’s idea, and even if spending a couple of nights sleeping in a cold, uncomfortable tent was number one in Sebastian’s least favorite activities list, he knew a chance when he saw one. He’d motioned for Kyle to follow him into the woods with a simple move of his head, and had seen him stand up and almost trip with his own feet in his haste. Sebastian still remembered laughing when he’d started making his way through the trees.
“Should we go this far away?” Kyle had asked, hand already reaching for Sebastian’s arm.
“Relax, stud. It’s not like there’s any bears out here.”
It had taken him mere minutes to have Kyle pressed up against a tree, his mouth hot and heavy under Sebastian’s. He could admit that his technique hadn’t been the best back then - having just recently discovered the joys of sex - but Kyle hadn’t seemed to mind. Quite the contrary, since the boy had responded perfectly to Sebastian’s prodding, letting him push a thigh between his own. Sebastian remembered his blood boiling, his nerve endings reacting to every single touch that, in his inexperience, had felt perfect.
(“Oh, come on, you can’t possibly remember that much,” Kurt would always interrupt.
“Hush,” Rachel would complain. “What happened then? Your storytelling is so dramatic.”)
Kyle had been the one to stop. His breathing had been heavy and ragged, the hot puffs of air coming from his parted lips falling against the skin of Sebastian’s neck. They had felt loud in the silent forest around them.
“Did you hear that?” Kyle had asked.
“What? I didn’t hear anything,” Sebastian had said. And he’d been so sure, too, that Kyle was being paranoid. “It’s probably some other couple.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Come on Kyle, don’t you wanna come?” Sebastian had followed his words with a push of his thigh, and had delightfully smiled at Kyle’s groan. “I wanna come.”
So of course, as if he’d given the cue for a dramatic scene in a B-series movie, that had been when it had happened. He always made this part of his story as short as possible, not wanting to recount the pain, or the suddenness of it. He could hardly be asked to remember what being bitten by a wolf felt like, now could he? Be he did remember. He remembered thinking that that was it, his life, over in sixteen short years with no real achievement. He remembered trying to scream, and the gurgles that had come out instead through the blood pooling in his mouth. And he remembered, more than anything, the sight of Kyle’s mauled body.
He had walked away from the incident though, and it had taken a month for him to understand the consequences of it. Whatever the case, he was told to count himself lucky, and he guessed that was the right thing to say when no one knew that he had walked out a monster.
(“We are not monsters,” Kurt would protest, adamant, always willing to fight him in this affair. “We are just trying to survive.”)
Monster or not, Sebastian doubted that it was part of destiny’s plan to have werewolves walking the Earth. It was hard to convince Rachel otherwise, though, even as she told her own story, of the fall down the stairs that she didn’t truly remember and that had ended her life prematurely. She had convinced herself that her turning into a ghost must have been a necessary thing, must have had an objective. Early in their relationship, she had decided that said objective was nothing but taking care of Kurt and Sebastian, since they were incapable of doing so by themselves, and too emotionally moronic to understand that all they had going for themselves was sticking together. Sebastian liked to roll his eyes at her, and to remind her that her destiny should have been becoming a great star, and not some kind of guardian angel.
(“Well,” she would say then, “I understand when my efforts are not being appreciated.”
Later, he would hear her crying on Kurt’s shoulder, lamenting the fact that she couldn’t even slam a door and have a proper tantrum.)
Kurt, even when he chose to believe that some outside force had decided to bring them together, didn’t share his story. He said it was too old, too far away for him to remember correctly, but Sebastian thought that one hardly forgot the night that death became a beginning, rather than an ending. A part of Sebastian wanted to know everything, but so far he only had some puzzle pieces to work with, some grumbled mentions of vampire societies and someone named Blaine.
Whatever the case, destiny or no destiny, there was no changing the fact that they were stuck together in a small apartment in New York City, trying to make something of what little life they were given.
(“But if it’s not destiny,” Rachel would ask sometimes, “why would we be here together? I hardly think that a vampire, a werewolf and a ghost living under the same roof can be something other than some kind of prophecy. We should make a musical out of it,” she would squeal. “I would have to play myself, of course.”
“Please, make her stop,” Kurt would whine.
“Answer me, then,” she would prod. “Why are we stuck here together if not destiny?”
“Because,” Sebastian would answer, “otherwise we’d be alone.”)
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Chapter 1