A Dark and Stormy Night

A Dark and Stormy Night Chapter Six (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch, Uberbeta and EMPRESS OF MULTITASKING, didn’t forget this one either, lol. Readers/Reviewers: Sorry it took so long… *toes grouashfashfully * Mea maxima culpa.


Kurt was certain that he would not be able to sleep that night, feeling at once cold and overwarm when Wanda left his bed. He felt guilty, that was for sure, but he also felt… elated, he decided. Alive. He felt horribly awake, wondering if he was even blinking. The night outside seemed too thick with sensation, alizalizing him and teasing him into shivering with remembered sensation. He could not stay in bed, she sheets thick with her scent and still damp with sweat, and remain peaceful. Almost reluctantly, as if leaving the cocoon of cottony bedding would lessen his recent memories, Kurt slid from his bed and retrieved his slippers, the only shoes he owned that were anywhere near comfortable. He found his clothes that he had worn earlier and a warm sweater before slipping outside. He did not use the powers that Eric told him that he had, urged him to use, but rather padded down the wooden stairs and out of the front door like a normal teenager would have when sneaking out. The air bit his wrists and ankles with the first hints of autumn as he crunched across early frost, the sun’s rising just hours away. He was not sure where he was heading until he reached the small slope leading to the riverbank. The sounds of the gypsy camp were faint, but there. Horses whinnying softly, the creak of carts and trailers as people settled in their sleep and the very soft but noticeable smell of cooking food, clinging to the night air despite the meal having ended hours ago. The night lacked Mama Wagner’s lilting whistle and slightly off key singing, but Kurt knew she was near as he reached the muddy bank of the river. He sighed and sank into a crouch, staring across the water and into the darkness of the camp, wishing she were awake so he would have someone to talk to, to help him sort out the myriad feelings bubbling and melting through his thoughts. He sighed and settled fully onto the ground, heedless of the mud and seeping damp. He was beyond confused… It halt Wlt WONDERFUL but at the same time, it went against everything he believed. He sighed and looked up at the sky, thick with stars. “This is not the life I thought I might have…”
“No, but it’s what you have.”
Kurt jumped to his feet and turned in one swift, graceful movement. “Pietro,” he gasped. “ You startled me!”
“I know,” the other teenager smiled ferally. “That was the point.”
Kurt stood still as Pietro advanced, picking his way down the muddy slope. “You’re up late,” he said warily. “Can’t sleep?”
“Nah,” Pietro shrugged, standing a few feet away now. “It’s too noisy inside…” He let the statement hang in the air, swirling between them like so much acid. He had the satisfaction of seeing Kurt look very uncomfortable before he pressed on. “Besides,” he added overbrightly, “I was helping Father with a new experiment earlier and it was just too interesting to stop when it got to be bedtime… Want to see?”
Kurt leaned back as if trying to distance himself from Pietro’s oily smile. “Not really, nein. I think I’m going to head in for bed after all…” He made as if to pass Pietro but found himself grasped by an iron-strong hand. He gasped and tried to pull away, panicking. “Pietro, bitte…”
“You,” he breathed, leaning close, “have overstayed your welcome. You take all that belongs to me, down to my very blood… You are worthless, demon bred trash, always consorting with the gypsy thieves, violating the very bed my father has allowed you to have…” He shook Kurt hard, making his teeth rattle in his head. “That whoring mother of yours has polluted the purity of my bloodline!”
“I’m not your blood,” Kurt finally managed to assert. “Eric is not my father!”
Pietro looked momentarily stunned before regaining his sense of equilibrium. “No matter. Everything else stands!” He tightened his grip on Kurt and started moving backwards, the blue teenager moving per force. “You have been a bane to my life long enough!”
Kurt panicked then, flailing like a wild animal, striking and biting and clawing at whatever he could reach. Pietro tried to fight back but could not keep pace, resorting to simply trying to block all incoming blows and bites. Kurt twisted again, this time reversing their positions so that Pietro’s back was to the river. If I can push him in, he thought, I’d have time to escape… As he tried to shove Pietro downhill, striving to make him lose his precarious foothold in the mud, Kurt felt a cold sting against the side of his neck where the other teenager’s hand had just tried to strike. He shook off the coldness and the sharp pain, focusing on Pietro’s slide downhill. Pietro jerkedk, hk, his eyes alight and the fight suddenly going out of him. Kurt recoiled himself in surprise, staring wide eyed and panting at the blond’s smug expression. “Was?” he snapped. “You wanted to fight me… fight!”
Pietro merely raised a hand and wiggled his fingers as if waving goodbye. “Fuck you, Kurt. Take your furry ass somewhere else.”
Kurt did not have time to question the odd statement. He felt a sharp, insistent tugging behind his navel, spreading through his entire body. It felt, for one brief moment, as if he were being turned inside out, then there was nothing but blackness, and a deep, bone jarring chill.