Kurt "The Kid" Durrant

Amelia fell asleep not long after hearing his words. She didn’t dream anything for once, which was unusual for her, because her mind was usually filled with past memories. This night, it was simply blank. It was peaceful and she couldn’t help but be grateful for every second of it. She woke in the morning when the sunlight shined in from the windows. She tilted her head to look up at Kurt and saw that he had fallen asleep at some point. A smile crept onto her due to the sight. She got up, carefully, using her stealth skills to try to not wake him. She took a moment to make sure that he remained asleep before moving any more. She smiled once more before walking to the kitchen. Her head was pounding from the aftermath of the alcohol she drank.

Kurt had been resting his eyes hell he had nearly fallen asleep when he felt Amelia leave his side. He figured she would be back soon so he remained there on the couch relaxing. He could smell the hints of a meal being cooked “Mmm” he grumbled as the scent filled his nostrils. He hadn't had any time to enjoy the little things lately with all the work he had recently so the simply smells of a good breakfast tantalized his senses

Amelia let out a series of laughs, “Jam Jams?” she asked looking up at him with a raised brow. “I wouldn’t bite you,” she said, seriously. She moved closer to him and laid her head on his chest as her eyes grew heavier. She found comfort in the sound of his heart beating. It was something she lacked, and for some reason it soothed her. The proximity between them now put her cravings at bay. Her eyes began fluttering again.

Kurt smiled that his little trick worked, he got her to laugh and damn did he love seeing her happy like that. “Yeah.” Kurt could feel her slowly falling asleep against his chest, the slowed pace of her breathing, the rise and fall of her chest. It all was strange to Kurt, he wasn’t ever truly close to anyone not like this. He reached down and took one of her hands, intertwining his fingers with her before returning to his stoic watch. He would lay there and keep watch until she awoke. Nothing else mattered to him, just that he was there... with her.

“What? I wasn’t keeping your mind busy with all the new werewolf info I was filling your head with?” She rose a brow at him. She understood it was different though. Without this alleged cure and the potion she’d given him, his cancer had been looming over him as a certain fate. Here there was the possibility that it would never be a problem again. She figured that made it much easier to not think about. She shrugged, “Well I told you that that youth spell got me. I was mentally 18 for about a week.” She figured he didn’t need to know about her near death experience, and now that he wasn’t a part of the pack or the MC, there were some things she couldn’t talk to him about.

Kurt chuckled “Oh gosh, that sounds terrible, what woman ever wants to be younger than she actually is?” He snickered more before patting her knee “Well if its any consolation i’m glad you’re okay.” He offered his warm smile again before standing up. “Well is there anything you wanted to do? I know i wasnt really around for mothers day so maybe you’ll let me make it up to you? It’ll be my treat.” 

Kurt felt her grip on his wrist and he sighed, carefully positioning himself between her and the back of the couch. He laid flat on his back not trying to make her feel uncomfortably close to him. “I'm not gunna have to worry about waking up with bite marks all over right?” he said jokingly “Sure ill stay the night, you know you coulda just said that in the texts, i would’ve broughten my jam-jams.” He said casually. 

She laughed a little “I think it did” she clarified. Scalrett tilted her head sideways, almost dog like as he locked eyes with her “see what?” she asked intrigued wondering what he was going to show her. 

Kurt nodded and chuckled a bit “The easiest way to put it, is that we have a very unique thing in common. A four legged frined for say.” he took a step back and reached into his coat, he pulled out a small picture of a wolf and handed to her. “Make a bit of sense now?” he asked half sarcastically.

“I’m really glad to hear you’re doing better,” she smiled. “Energy is good. It must mean it’s working. And it seems like you’ve been doing a lot of work on the motel. How are you liking the new job?” She paused when he said he’d been cured. That shouldn’t be possible. She’d been looking for a way for years and suddenly there was one out of the blue? She was suspicious, but she didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth either. “That’s really great, Kurt. I’m really happy for you.”

Kurt nodded. “Yeah I think that I’m doing better more because i have things to keep my mind busy than because someone said they cured my illness ya know? I figure if i keep my mind off of it then at least i dont spend my life waiting for the worst case scenario.” As Kurt spoke it became more apparent that his face was full of life and youth, the dark circles around his eyes yielded way to a more lively color and his eyes seemed to glimmer with energy. “So enough about me, how are things going for you right now. I noticed we got a whole bunch of new faces around town, anyone trying to weasel their way in with the pack or mc yet?” 

 She watched him for a moment as he spoke of the spell not affecting him, the whole thing seemed off really. And it only got her even deeper into a hole she had no problem digging herself. “I’m- fine, why?” she asked as he held her shoulders and looked her over, it made her seethe at him but she only looked away, “Just the same shit different species.” she sighed, the blood soaking down the front of her shirt below where it hung under her collar bone was still fresh, and the blended scent of her own blood and someone else’s was probably going to draw in unwanted attention, like it nearly just had, “Yea, sure.. thanks.” she stated before turning to follow him to his car. “My house. I need to change and get this blood off me before another attack fucking happens.. I can only do so much to supernaturals being physically weaker than them. Though despite her weakness, hanging with the strong of the supernaturals had seemed to give her a bit more resiliency to how strong the other being were. “So what have you been up to since we last talked? you still not apart of the pack?” she asked, her voice trying to not sound hopeful, perhaps someone else not in the right with the pack could help her out, or at least tell her what she was in store for.

Kurt nodded, not even needing directions to her house. Kurt new this town like the back of his hand, down to every minuscule detail of the place. His hand gripped the wheel firmly as he cruised through the town. He shrugged and shook his head lightly “Nothing really, just kinda working on the motel a lot. Had some unresolved family issues that i took care of too. Talked to an old friend from the pack, she likes to check on me a lot. Pretty much the only person left there that i have ties to. So yeah, still not part of the Kovac pack... I uh consider myself my own pack now. I get more work done that way anyways. Why rely on others for strength when you can become stronger yourself? Ya know?” Kurt realized he had been running on for quite some time now, actually the perfect length as they rolled up to her house. He turned to her and asked “Want me to stay outside for a bit? Make sure nobody is coming after you? I don’t mind sleeping in the dog house.” He chuckled as he patted the dash of his car, referring to it as his ‘doghouse’.

Amelia looked to him with an eyebrow raised. “I can’t afford to,” she emphasized. “It’s not fair to them, and it’s just not logical,” she slurred, trying to make as much sense as she could. She reached for his hand, fumbling to find it. “It’s not that you’re not reliable. I just shouldn’t rely on anyone but myself, you know?” she slurred, once more, looking into his eyes as her own fluttered.

Kurt realized he must have set off Amelia’s depressing drunk phase. A slightly saddened look smeared onto his face momentarily when he thought of how the woman’s attitude had changed... something was still jabbing at her and he didn’t want to open fresh wounds. He smiled at her drunken fumbling for his hand and he took her hand lightly in his as he sat down on the floor next to her. “Well you’re fucking stuck with me anyways Amelia. Get used to it.” 

Amelia looked at him with a serious glance yet again, “We couldn’t anticipate what happened. It was all unexpected,” she told him, defending her reasoning. “It was for the best because I can’t rely on anyone,” she slurred to him, before standing once more. “I felt like getting drunk. Do I need any more of a reason?” she asked before kissing his cheek. “And yeah, I missed you,” she smiled back at him before collapsing onto the couch. “Much better,” she sighed, sprawling out.

She kissed his cheek and he nearly choked on his cereal. He finished his bowl before cleaning it and following Amelia to the couch, he leaned against the side of it and looked at her with his head cocked “Really? Hmm cant rely on anyone? Not even your handy man? That hurts hun.” He made a little wince to add emphasis to his words. He shrugged “Guess i need to move more furniture to prove that huh? Whats next, a futon?”

Amelia smiled before saying, “Suit yourself,” and took another swig of the bottle. She laughed as he made himself at home, not that she really minded. “I don’t have a boyfriend,” she told him, her face turning more serious, “I never did.” She nodded, coming to terms with it once more. “We were too toxic for each other and we needed to stop relying on each other to make our problems better,” she slurred to him as she sat in the seat across him. “It was for the best,” she decided, nodding again.

Kurt shook his head again “I’ll never get what people mean when they say that ‘it was for the best’ I dont make commitments unless i know they will end up the way i want them to. Call me cold but i just think people would be better off if they thought about what they did before doing it.” He cracked a smile “Well whats the reason you’re drinking then silly? I mean something must have happened, You never text me so i figured something important happened. Did you just miss little ol me?” he teased lightly as he enjoyed the bowl of cereal more.

Amelia looked up at Kurt, or the both of him. “Anytime,” she smiled, cheekily. “It was a safety precaution,” she slurred, honestly, “I don’t want to hurt you, so I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t.” She felt his hand touch her head, but she simply grabbed it and pulled herself up, standing in front of him. A little woozy from standing, she kept her hand on his arm to steady herself. She let out a laugh again, “I have whiskey,” she announced, as if he hadn’t already known. “Want some?” she offered, figuring he could at least get a buzz. 

Kurt shook his head "No no hun, im good. I think you went ahead and partied hard enough for the both of us. What made you decide to drink anyways? Boyfriend troubles?" He raised a brow and helped himself to a bowl of cereal before looking sitting Amelia down at her kitchen table. "If he upset you i'll break his neck." He said casually between munches of cereal.

Bliss | | Kamelia

Kurt stopped texting Amelia and headed to her place after getting ready, hot shower; the whole nine yards for what? His drunken friend? He scoffed at himself and looked in the mirror "You're a fool Kurt, a damn fool." He flung his coat on, strapped on his gun holster and slid his 9mm into its place. He had learned to carry a gun everywhere he went. There he was, ready to head out; he pulled his car keys out of his pocket and locked his house up then turned the sign that said the manager was out on. He got in his car and drove to Amelia's apartment expecting the worst. He wasn't sure he was ready to handle the drunken stupor of a female vampire. He let out a sigh and headed up to her apartment door, he went to knock but the door creaked open. Another exasperated sigh followed Kurt as he entered her apartment and locked the door behind him "Amelia, I'm here." he walked into the kitchen to find her a drunken, bloody mess against the wall. His initial instinct was to be worried, then he got eyes on the blood bag. He nodded. "Thanks for doin that before I got here." He leaned against the wall next to her and patted her head "Hows my little fangy doing?"