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Blood Ties 2: Chapter 11


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Story: Complete - Chapters: 16/16 - Created: Mar 01, 2012 - Updated: May 16, 2012
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"I look ridiculous with straight hair," Blaine complained as he looked over his reflection in the mirror.

"I think it looks hot," said Kurt, ruffling Blaine's hair playfully.

"You'd think I look hot no matter what."

"No...sometimes I think you look indescribably sexy."

Blaine rolled his eyes which were now blue thanks to the contacts he had in. Blaine also had makeup on that made him appear paler then usual. He had boots on that added about three inches to him and his hair had been dyed light brown.

Kurt had on the same disguse as last time.

"Good luck, boys," Jeremiah told them as they headed out the door.


They halted across the street from the club and Blaine sighed deeply.

"Are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

The count nodded and led the way to the doors of the club.

The vampire at the podium was different then the last time Kurt had been here, for which he was grateful. If it had been the same one they would have tried selling their story that Jeremiah had sold Kurt to Blaine the night before. This was in no way an unusual thing to happen among vampires, but may still have looked suspicious that it happened so soon after Jeremiah had been there.

"Good evening, sir," Blaine said politely, holding out his hand for the other to shake.

The other vampire looked at him but did not take his hand.

"What do you want?"

Blaine quickly withdrew his hand and plastered a winning smile on his face.

"I was wondering if you had openings for a masseur and his blood whore?"

"Don't know. It's not my job to keep track of those things."

"Could you perhaps check?"

The man sighed and pointed out a couple of vampires standing off in the corner.

"Go and talk to Charlie. The one with the broken nose."

"Thank you, sir."

The vampire grunted as Blaine and Kurt approached the two vampires who seemed to be deep in converstation.

Blaine cleared his throat, "Excuse me, but is one of you Charlie?"

"That'd be me. What do you want?"

Blaine repeated his earlier question.

Charile summed his up, then: "What are your credentials?"

Blaine handed Charile a resume with a list of fake businesses and phone numbers. If Charlie were to call any of the numbers it would patch him through to someone back at the base who was prepared with a wonderful review of Blaine's work.

"Your name's Pavarotti?"

Blaine smiled, "I know, strange name, hu?"

"You've got that right. Let me bring you down to where the masseurs and masseuses have their break. We'll see if there's anyone in who will be willing to conduct an interview."

"Thank you, sir."

Charile excused himself from his friend before leading Kurt and Blaine to a door marked employees only. They were brought to a small, unadorned room and told to wait until someone came in.

Blaine thanked Charile again before he and Kurt were left alone.

A few minutes later the door opened and Tammy came inside. She grinned when she saw Kurt and he smiled back at her.

"They didn't recongnize you then?"

Kurt shook his head, "I have a feeling they don't keep track of the humans who come in here, just the paying customers."

Tammy extended her hand for Blaine to shake. He did so, introducing himself to her with his real name.

"How long do you two plan on staying here? To pretend to work, I mean."

"Not that long," replied Blaine. "Just long enough to apprehend Pearlman."

"And overthrow the king?"

Blaine hesitated, "We're not neccessarily overthrowing the king. We just want to try and speak with him and exposing Pearlman's plan might give us the chance to do just that. We'd like to settle this peacefully if we can, not start another war between vampires, werewolves and humans."

Tammy nodded, "I'm glad to hear it. Oh, before I forget, I've got those blueprints that Jeremiah wanted. They're in my office if you want to pick them up before you leave here tonight."

"That sounds great, thank you so much."

"Won't it look weird if we're seen going to your office before we're hired?" asked Kurt.

Tammy shook her head, "I usually have new staff memebers fill out forms in my office."

"Forms?" inquired Blaine.

She nodded, "What sex you usually cater to, your human's blood type, stuff like that."

"Does Pearlman ever get massages here?" asked Kurt.

"Yes he does. Always in the private room, of course."

Kurt bit his lip and Blaine concentrated on his face. He placed a hand on Kurt's knee and squeezed.

"Are you going to be okay?"

Kurt nodded vigorously, "Even if I'm not I'll have to get over it. The freedom of my species is at stake here and that's more important then a few nightmares I might have."

Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt's temple.

"I love you so much."

"I know."
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"Make sure you don't let on that we can get away," Sebastian remined his cohorts.

"We know that," snapped Jesse. "How stupid do you think we are?"

"Well with you I'm never sure."

Jesse glared at him. Sebastian's relpy was a smirk.

The prison van came to a stop and the vampires inside fell into a practiced act of submission. They had broken the locks on their handcuffs so that they could escape at any time. Because in order for their ruse to work the cuffs had to be around their wrists.

The door of the van opened and heavily armed werewolves motioned for the prisoners to move out.

Sebastian was the first to rise, keeping his head lowered mostly so the guards didn't see the satisfied grin we couldn't seem to keep off his face.

Sebastian couldn't believe his luck as he saw that the werewolves had brought them to an airport. Most likely, the rebles were going to turn them over to some sort of high class peniteniry.

Not that it mattered; this couldn't have worked out better. First he had to find out where they were being sent, and then he would decide when to take over the plane.

He flashed a quick glance at the guard closest to him. The wolf looked young and the vampire thought he would be his best chance at getting an answer about where they were headed.

"Where're we going?"

The guard turned a steely look on him. Sebastian carefully kept his eyes on the ground and purposely made his voice quiet with a hint of defeat. He had been an actor as a human and he still used his hidden talent from time to time to keep his skills fresh.

The werewolf sighed deeply, the sound coming out more like a growl then a sound of exasperation.

"New York."

Sebastian had to bite his lower lip to keep from giving a whoop of delight. If there was a deity that watched over the mishievous, trouble-makers or just plain evil, it seemed to be with him right now.

"You satisfied?"

"Oh, yes," he answered, "thank you very much."
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"How'd it go?"

"Better then what I expected."

"See, you were worrying for nothing."

"They hired you though?"

"Yep, Kurt and I will have to go in tomorrow night so that we can be 'broken in'." Blaine shook his head, "I don't really see what sort of training masseuse work would entail. It can't be that difficult."

"Our bodies react better to blood in certain areas if you're not consuming it," said Jeff. "They'll have to tell Kurt where to...place his fresh blood on a patron."

"You're going to be okay with that, right?" inquired Nick.

"I'll get over it," answered Kurt.

"Actually I was talking to Blaine."

"Me?"

"Yes, you," said Nick. "You'll have to get used to these perverts getting off on Kurt's blood and you can be a bit possessive at times. That's all I'm saying."

"Yeah well, I'll have to get over it won't I?"

"Did Tammy have any idea when Pearlman might show up at the club again," Jeremiah asked.

"No, but she thinks sometime this week. There's no telling if he'll call for a massage though. Apparently he doesn't get one every time he checks in."

"No, I should think not. Well, you two go and get some sleep for now. You'll need for tomorrow."
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They approached the New York airport four hours before sunrise. That would give them enough time to take over and find shelter. Perfect.

Sebastain and Neal had been sat down near the doors of the cockpit. They would be attacking the pilot while everyone else caused a disturbance out in the cabin.

Sebastain nudged Neal subtly on the arm and Neal nodded. He cracked his neck and yawned hugely; the sign for the others to attack.

Audible snapping could be heard all throughout the cabin as the prisoners broke their handcuffs and fell upon the guards. The few werewolves who recovered quickly, fired round after round at the vampires. Not many of the bullets hit their mark and the cabin was soon awash with blood as the vampires tore out the throats of their victims.

Sebastain and Neal calmly stood up from their seats as the pilot and co-pilot came through the doors. Their faces contorted into masks of fear as Sebastain and Neal yanked themm close by the shirt collars and plunged their fangs into their necks.

The cabin fell silent as the last of the vampires finsihed their bloody meals.

Sebastain wiped the excess blood from his mouth with the back of his sleeve and cracked his neck.

"Well," he said to his cohorts, "if no one protets, I say we get out of this plane, kill whatever other werewolves are out there waiting for us and find somewhere to sleep for the day."


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