Who: Blaine Anderson, Logan Buchanan and Eric Knight (posting order)
What: The domino effect of consequences
Where: Blaine & Puck's tiny apartment, Upper West Side
When: Directly after THIS

Blaine was just completely and utterly freaking out. He was functioning on autopilot by this point because his mind had pretty much began deflecting any rational thought. This whole thing was brushing too close too home and it had ripped open all the old wounds. Seeing the guy lying there bloody on the ground of the undercover parking lot had flashed him back to when the news had come that Kurt had been hit by a car and killed in New York. That was the day Blaine was sure his heart had died, and the only thing that even kept him functioning right now was that tiny glimmer of hope by rumour that Kurt was still alive somewhere. The whole thing was so strange and unusual. Blaine's rational side knew that Kurt was dead and coming back, but new designs kept coming from Kurt's label and there was a conspiracy theory that he had faked his own death to escape the public eye after death threats... or any number of other possibly theories. Blaine thought that if Kurt was alive, he would at least have let him know, even if they weren't together anymore. But no confirmation had ever come. Those designs coming from Kurt's label were so Kurt, though, and how could it just be from old portfolio pieces Kurt had left upon his death and now just being manufactured posthumously?

None of it made sense, but as long as there was a flicker of hope, Blaine somehow kept functioning in his life. But functioning was all he did. He wasn't really living, he was never really happy. He had never been happy since he lost Kurt, and no matter how much he tried to find something that was a new normal, it was always without Kurt and his heart had always remained broken beyond repair. Life these days was just so hard. Waking up most days was hard. Some days, he wished he didn't have to keep waking up. But he did. Because today might be the day Kurt wrote to him.

It was adrenaline that helped him get the poor injured guy with the accent (was it Scottish, Irish?) back to his tiny two-bedroomed apartment. It was just that. A tiny, two-bedroom apartment with barely any character or colour that two guys shared but hadn't put any real love into. It was drab and boring, with some photos littering the walls or surfaces here and there from a time in his life where he was happy and life made sense. He had sheet music lying around, his three guitars, a piano squashed in one corner of the living room that took up a lot of the room. A couple of old pizza boxes, dirty plates and glasses, some clothes strewn over furniture. It was the picture of someone who just didn't care anymore and how it had been left with Puck out of town a couple of days prior to that visiting his mom in Lima. Logan was sitting on the arm chair in the middle of it all whilst Blaine was in the bathroom up-ending his cabinet trying to find whatever medical supplies he could to try to patch this guy up. He came back out with a couple of bandages, some gauze, a bottle of Pepto, a thermometer and some sticky tape. Plus, he had a bottle of antiseptic, but there wasn't much left of it. He had spilled it when he cut himself on a knife a couple of months back and never bothered to replace it.

"Here, I just... I don't even know. I have Tylenol. Do you need Tylenol? I'll get you some Tylenol," he decided anxiously, and stumbled into the kitchen. He found the pills and poured the guy a glass of apple juice which he was just bringing back before the door buzzer rang. He nearly hit the roof because he was so on edge and jumped at the sound. He only splashed a small amount of the juice on the floor when he shoved the glass with the pills onto the coffee table and when to answer the buzzer. He buzzed the person in, knowing it had to be Logan's girlfriend. And he had no idea why he assumed the 'other half' was a female, but as soon as he answered his apartment door and found a guy that looked like a supermodel standing there, he just gaped... dumbfounded. It was like his brain finally just snapped.

Who: Logan Buchanan and Blaine Anderson
What: Well the hurt doesn't show, but the pain still grows
Where: Ironically, The Bitter End
When: A few days after Emmeline and Kurt talk

Logan had been restless and edgy lately since Kurt kept stonewalling them on offers of help and drawing information, and it led to one of those times he needed to roam when his mood towards Eric became volatile when the fact he had been forced into this just got that little bit too much for him. It was get out for some breathing space, or probably end up in a vicious fight with his lover. He stalked the New York night, hating the fact that the more they tried to work Kurt out, the more of an enigma he became. Logan had found peace on some level in the fact that him and Eric had taken Kurt against his will. It wasn't like there was anything he could do to reverse the actions, and now they just had to try and work with the situation they had. But the more roadblocks he met, the more frustration and restless he got inside that he didn't have an avenue to soothe his Childer. Sure, Eric had taken most of the hands-on job of Siring Kurt, but at the end of the day, the kid was Logan's creation and he was feeling the brunt of having him in turmoil. He needed the answers and he needed to know Kurt was safe.

It's what led him to The Bitter End bar in the West Village nearing one am that morning. He was hungry, and he needed a meal before his emotions got the better of him. He didn't know what drew him to this place, but something did, and as soon as he got into the bar and neared the stage where a guy was up there singing his heart out with a guitar, and overwhelming sensation of hunger towards the guy on the stage hit him like a tonne of bricks. It was a mixture of feelings coming at him hard and fast, and unlike he had ever felt before. But rather than wanting to intercept the guy and have him as his latest meal, something else took over. Some deep desire to have the guy close to him, to protect him, and Logan knew without a doubt that the singer could only be one person... Kurt's soulmate.

( Blaine was putting in his all with his performance that night, which was a regular gig each week at the same time, but it was like he was on autopilot... )


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Who? Kurt Hummel and Quinn Fabray
What? Old friends and chance meetings
When? The day after Kurt's meeting with Emmeline, Mike, and Lilah, a little before midnight.
Where? One of New York's many subway stations.

A couple drinks with a few work friends had been the plan tonight. Quinn's girlfriends from the office had noticed she was feeling down, assumed it was man problems (which it was, but not in the way they were thinking), and insisted that a few drinks and a night on the town was just the thing to get her in a better mood. So she went out, tried to have a good time, and downed a few more cocktails than she probably should've, before pleading a headache and heading home. She just truly wasn't in the mood for fun tonight. Since her meeting with Kurt, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something going on... Something she wasn't sure she could tack a name on, but something very deep. There had almost been a level of darkness hanging around him, though she wasn't sure she could completely explain that or the feeling it had given her. It just... wasn't her Kurt. That's all there was to it.

She was just walking down to wait on the train, though, when she brushed past a familiar form, and stopped in her tracks completely. As if he'd read her mind, Kurt was standing right there on the near-deserted platform. At this time of the night, the trains didn't run as often, and this particular one wasn't at it's most popular time of the night. So there was no questioning or thinking that maybe she'd just seen someone who looked like him. It was Kurt, and their eyes met, and Quinn made her way over, very seriously, to where Kurt was after she realized.

She wasn't exactly drunk, but neither was she exactly sober as she reached where he was standing. "Kurt," she said carefully, though not sure why she felt the need to tread lightly around him just yet. "It's been a while, darling. I would've thought you would've called or at the very least texted after your visit."

Who: Kurt Hummel, Mike Chang, Emmeline Laurent and Lilah Ryckaert (posting order)
What: Out of the Kindred closet
Where: Lilah's office
When: Late Friday night

That week, Hummelesque had just debuted an entire new line at New York's Fashion Week despite the fact the infamous Kurt Hummel was supposed to be dead. It was a mystery the fashion world could solve. Some thought he was dead, others thought he had just removed himself directly from any public appearance due to any number of theories including illness, heartbreak, or genuinely going crazy from celebrity exposure. Kurt had a team of PR constantly throwing up smoke signals and even they didn't know why they did the job they did. He had managed to weave so many webs and labyrinths of his life, many leading people to dead-ends (pardon the pun), that no one really knew what he was about anymore or if he still existed. But brand new and ingenius designs had made their way down the catwalk that night, and now Lilah had somewhat demanded of him a marketing debrief in her office so he could be 'included in strategies' of how his company was 'developing in the current fashion environment'. It was all a lot of marketing PR bullshit, but Kurt knew that Lilah was one person he couldn't continue to hide from before she got suspicious. She held the reigns of his company's continued success in his absence, so he needed to know he could trust her with his business... which meant the inevitable meeting of her face-to-face after making himself scarce and only communicating via modern technologies.

He was dressed immaculately, as always, and only agreed to the meeting if it could be in the late hours of the night so he could be sure to be sustained post feeding to keep a cool head about him. It was the best chance he had of looking 'normal' too. Without feeding, he was more pale then usual, and his eyes had this way of looking dead and cold. That wouldn't do, but the feed he did manage to indulge in wasn't near as satisfying as he hoped. As more and more time ticked over, he more and more hungered for just one and anything less served as an aggravation to him. These were the facets of his Kindred side he didn't understand, but he was still a survivor and more determined than ever to go this alone, resisting help from his Sire and Eric. He was pissed off at them and had no plans of giving them an easy ride.

He reached the large ornate doors of Lilah's office with a couple of her assistants and a security guard in tow. He stopped at the doors and turned around to pierce them all with a look that had them baulking and backing away from him. "You are not welcome. Leave," he stated and even though they looked like they wanted to protest, they backed away towards the elevators at the end of the richly carpeted hall. He didn't even knock on her office door. He just pushed them opened and entered her office unannounced. He was the one paying her bills, he didn't need to announce himself. But as soon as he stepped inside, finding that Lilah wasn't alone, his Kindred senses flared dramatically and he knew immediately that three other Kindred presences were in that room. His eyes locked on Lilah, and then moved to the other woman perched on the edge of her desk, only to come rest on the guy draped in one of the leather sofas by the window.

Mike Chang.

All Kindred.

All now getting the immediate newflash that their 'visitor' was also very much Kindred, and only one of them had been aware of that. Emmeline smirked at him, unable to help herself. Sure, Emmeline knew who he was, why he was what he was, but Lilah had no idea Emmeline knew Kurt because she had played her part perfectly. But Kurt had no interest in being played at all, and even though Mike and Lilah were technically his friends, neither knew he was Kindred before now, and vice versa. With Kurt's Kindred senses, he immediately connected that all along, Mike and Lilah had to have been Kindred but he wouldn't have known as a mortal. His blue eyes flashed, and the smile he gave them both was dangerous, just the slightest hint of his fangs on show now as he immediately clocked a potential threat. He gave a slow, purposeful shake of his head as he sauntered into the room, eyes never leaving them. "Well, well, it seems someone has been keeping secrets now, doesn't it?" he said in a dangerously low purr. This wasn't the Kurt they all knew, not by a long shot.

Who? Benjamin Knight and Molly Pierce
What? In which SRS BSNS is distracting from funtimes.
When? A few days after Emmeline's arrival in New York
Where? Ben's office, the Knight (and company) home

Molly's day had been relatively uneventful, despite having spent most of the day with Eric, trying, on Ben's behalf, to find out exactly what it was that was up with his younger brother. Eric had been extremely evasive, in such a way that, anyone who wasn't one of them would've probably bought it. But Molly knew Eric well, and had for years, even having butted heads with him along the way before rising to the rank of Primogen and taking his brother as her lover. The pair had put aside their differences along the way, and were now relatively good friends. So, while Eric had carried on the conversation almost flawlessly along the way, Molly still knew that something was going on with him. Though exactly what, she wasn't sure.

Still, having nothing to report to Ben when he was dead set on finding something out was going to be a less than pleasurable experience if Molly couldn't get him distracted with thoughts of other things along the way. It was with that in mind that she moved silently through the hallways until she came to the door of his office. If breathing had been a necessity for her, Molly would've taken a deep breath to steady her nerves. But as it were, she just paused for a moment before opening the door and walking in, without even a knock.

No one was there, but Ben was on what seemed to be a very important phone call. He was listening quietly with serious nods here and there, as if the person on the other end could see him nodding. With a smirk of amusement at seeing her lover in such a serious pose, Molly walked over to his desk, and without preamble, just sat right down on his lap, turning to watch him, with a fake yawn of boredom, before she started examining her nails.

Ben's starting to ask questions... He knows something's up.

Sometimes, he's just too damn serious.

[x]

What's going on with you lately? I've hardly heard from you.

105.3. Rescue Me // Logan knew when he looked at his lover that Eric couldn't regret what they did, but deep down he wondered if they hindered the young new Childer more than helped him when he saw the heartache and loneliness in those cool blue eyes beyond the stoic and self-righteous exterior.

Who? Lilah Ryckaert and Emmeline Laurent
What? First meetings
When? Monday, early evening
Where? Lilah's office, La Castilla Marketing

If there was one thing that Lilah Ryckaert hated, it was being kept waiting. She was a very busy woman, as CEO of one of the best known, and most sought-after marketing firms in New York City, especially in reference to the fashion world. But New York traffic was New York traffic, and though Lilah's Midtown Manhattan office was no more than a hop, skip, and a jump from Alyce's hotel room at the Grand Hyatt at Grand Central Station, precautions had to be taken to keep the world-famous model out of the public eye, and, as per usual, that wasn't always as easily said as done.

Still, it was only 15 minutes past the scheduled meeting time when Lilah's secretary buzzed her office to let her know that Alyce was here to see her, and Lilah replied with a cooly uttered, "Send her in," before returning to her side of the desk, with the usual contract paperwork spread out neatly, in perfect, nearly OCD-level stacks. Lilah was a born businesswoman, and her firm ran like a well-oiled machine, due greatly to the fact that she kept everything neat and in its place, and had since day one. There were filing cabinets for hard copies of everything, as well as scanned in backups on the network harddrive, and Lilah never lost anything.

Except her concentration entirely when the flawlessly beautiful model walked into the room, and a familiar jolt of recognition shot through her instantaneously. This was no ordinary model, and it wasn't by virtue of her popularity, either.

Alyce was Kindred.

"Welcome to New York," Lilah murmured, far more meaning lying under the surface of her words as she extended her hand, every one of her senses completely on edge.

The characters being introduced to this verse soon are as follows. Their entire backstories leading to the current time in this verse can be found on their journals.


( All our new additions... )

Due to some character changes, our verse here will undergo some retconning from this point onwards. Changes will occur for existing characters as follows, and in the following post will be the list of characters entering the verse that haven't appeared yet.


( All our current character changes... )

There will be some retconning coming in this verse really soon to establish a firmer foundation for our plot, and also the addition of some new Kindred characters. Kurt's backstory will alter a little to accommodate his new connections, and one of his Glee comrades is also going to show up with fangs...

Current scenes will continue as they are to finish and then new things introduced along the way. Plotting currently in the works.

Watch this space ;)

Who: Logan Buchanan and Tina Cohen-Chang
What: Two worlds colliding
Where: The Plaza Hotel, NYC
When: A few days after Kurt's chat with Juliette

Ever since his Embrace, Logan had taken to occasionally indulging in a cigarette after a particularly satisfying meal. It was a habit he picked up from his mate, even if, in the past when he was still mortal, he had chastised Aidan for smoking in his presence and all about lung cancer, blah, blah, blah. It wasn’t like he was going to drop dead from cancer now. Been there, done that, got the fangs as a souvenir. It turned out some vices could be pretty damn satisfying when they couldn’t kill you, and it was nice to have a cigarette in the wake of an epic sexual encounter that resulted in a very fulfilling meal.

He was sitting up in the bed in one of the many luxurious rooms of The Plaza in New York City. It was one of the most famous hotels in the entire world, and it was nothing but the best for a Toreador who had more than come into his Kindred blood. It had been quite the few weeks for Logan, and he had tailed his prey like the true MI6 Agent he was at heart, even if he didn’t work for the service anymore. They had never registered his death, instead choosing to leave the notion that he had recovered as the favoured story in case they ever needed MI6 links to use to their advantage. Sure, he missed the work, but being Kindred and a childer of a Prince kept him busy enough.

( Tina Cohen-Chang was another story, however... )


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Who: Kurt Hummel and Juliette Rousseau
What: Trying to breach a gap
Where: Juliette's apartment, New York City
When: Couple of weeks after THIS

THREAD STARTED @ SIXWORDSTORIES [HERE] AND CONTINUES AS FOLLOWS...

"You have to find it first..." The words were almost inaudible as his eyes skimmed over the building tops. "Do I think what Aidan did as worthless? No. Hypocritical, yes, considering you're all just a bunch of criminals hiding in the shadows anyway. You hurt people every day and then cover it up. What more hypocrisy than claiming to work for the greater good and be one of the biggest offenders yourself?"

His fingertips rested against the glass, his skin almost as chilled as the surface of it. "Creating and art comes from within. It has to have heart and soul. There is none of that if you're dead inside. And why would I tell you that? So you can all just use it against me?"

“I have no intention of using anything against you.” Juliette rest her fingertips against her lips and once more fell quiet as she watched the newborn Kindred across from her. He really did know himself well. Or at least his human self. It would be a falsehood for any Kindred to admit to knowing their new selves from the beginning. Juliette had been helpless when she had been Embraced. Blaise had had to nurse her through every moment. She hadn’t been the feisty handful that Logan and now Kurt had been.

( It did come down to how they had been Embraced though. A part of her knew that. They had been ready to die. Willing to die. Kurt had apparently marched to his death... )


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Who: Logan Buchanan, Aidan Wright and Juliette Rousseau
What: Plan of attack
Where: Soho, New York City
When: Follow Juliette staking Kurt out in the bar

Logan was sitting at the kitchen bench of the modern-designed loft apartment in Soho, New York City. It was the place he and his mate had acquired about a year earlier when Logan took a keen liking to the city. He wasn’t technically classified an infant Kindred anymore, he had managed to find his feet just fine, but he knew the more... developed in age of his kind around him would often think otherwise. Sure, he had a very reckless streak, and he liked to have fun. It was probably inevitable he would get itchy feet in one place, and that was exactly what happened. His Sire had to loosen the apron strings on him, much to her chagrin. A child of a Prince, it was difficult to be a free-spirit, but he wasn’t a happy little Kindred when he was isolated, as it was discovered, and they had to give into his wanderlust.

New York was where things took him, and Aidan, of course, followed him. They were mated and even though they discovered early on that Logan wasn’t going to be a monogamous Kindred, they still had to return to each other after going out to play with others. But it was usually Logan who was the wanderer with more varied taste. Aidan was happy to be the more mature of the pair, whilst Logan indulged whenever he felt like it. He had been developed into a beautiful Kindred with very distinct Presence to him, and with his blond-haired, blue-eyed angelic look, he could draw whoever he took a taste for. But in an odd turn of events, when they got to New York, it was Aidan who actually took a keen interest and attraction to a young homosexual American fashion designer. As a Ventrue, Aidan adored all things expensive and beautiful, but he was fascinated by the young man and his work... much to Logan’s amusement.

( But now everything had turned into quite the predicament... )


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Keep having dreams about him...

Who: Kurt Hummel and Quinn Fabray
What: Hunting for vital information
Where: Quinn's apartment, New York City
When: After THIS

Kurt stepped out of the bathroom cubicle at The Plaza Hotel, gently dabbing at the corner of his lips with a black handkerchief that he slipped into the pocket of his long leather coat. He paused only long enough to check his reflection in the large, ornate mirrors, making sure his appearance was anything but pristine and then he swept purposefully out of the men's room to leave the hotel into the busy New York night once more. He wasn't quite as satisfied as he should have been, but it would do for now. Right now, any sustenance he isolated for himself was just like a band-aid fix and it only increased his desire for that one taste he couldn't have. It was eating him up inside, and he knew it. It was consuming him, and he was letting it. He couldn't go on like this.

Which is why he did something he probably wouldn't have done if he hadn't run into Tina in that bar. He walked the lengthy blocks to the apartment block that was his target, clearly now having no concern for his safety as he dipped and wove through some darkened alleys. It would be a big mistake for anyone to attempt to harm him anyway, and it wouldn't be the first time anyway. He stood at the door now of the one person he had known to be in New York all along and had avoided ever since. Kurt cut himself off from just about everyone after Blaine broke up with him, and it probably didn't help his downward spiral that lead to, well, his death, so to speak. That was part of the reason he hadn't completely lost it with Aidan and Logan. He had taken his own life, and they saved him. He just still wasn't entirely sure he wanted any of this, and it could compound when he got over-emotional or lacked appropriate sustenance. But if they wanted to keep putting themselves in his presence, they were just going to have to deal with it.

Kurt waited, blue eyes scanning the perimeter of the hallway on the floor of the apartment. It was quiet. That was good. He didn't like it when unfamiliar places got too loud on him. But as soon as Quinn answered the door, he gave her a veiled smile, tilting his head a little at her. "Hello, darling. Miss me?" he greeted her calmly.

Who: Kurt Hummel and Tina Cohen-Chang
What: Of darkness and time passed
Where: Identity Bar & Lounge, East Village, NYC
When: Sunday night... late

Places like this never much appealed to Kurt in the past, but he found himself taken quite a keen liking to his new haunt of the Identity Bar & Lounge in the East Village. It was trendy but with just a confident edge of gothic that gave it an edgy feel and somewhat made him feel at home. At least, as at home as he could be. Lately, it wasn’t easy for him to recognise a sense of belonging in anything, but he knew he was meant to be in New York City. Perhaps that had been his destiny all along, he just never expected life to take the turn for him that it did. He might exist, but he was lonely and lately, it was becoming more and more difficult to shake a deep-seated urge within him. It was beginning to all-consume him and he wouldn’t be satisfied until he began to pursue things.

His long, pale fingers caressed the neck of his wine glass and he looked down at his teasingly exposed wrist with the sentiment ‘Courage’ tattooed there in an elegant script. His tongue wet his lips but he couldn’t stifle a melancholy sigh that escaped him. Not even his personally designed outfit was lifting his spirits that night. He was restless and that really never led to anything contenting for those close to him these days. In many ways, he was still so young, yet most of the time, he felt like time had stood still. In a sense, it had. Losing Blaine, it was the worst thing that happened to him... and the very reason why he stepped out in front of that oncoming speeding car that night... but that was a story for another day.

( He was just about to get up and leave, swivelling on his bar stool when his eyes locked on a familiar face enthusiastically entering the bar... )

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