AN: This had been floating around in my head for the last few days, and no matter what I tried writing it would always come back to this. So this is my first attempt to writing werewolf/Lycan, Vampire, and mpreg, so I hope it turns out well. But if there isn't any real interest in this after Chapter 3, I'll probably not continue it. So for notes you could say that this would be like Season 2 AU in between Grilled Cheesus and Duets, but it's not going to follow Season 2 at all. Also I will be using characters from all three seasons so as long as you know who everyone is I'd say that you're all set. ~ Draco

Bitten

Prologue

The Family Line

It has been many years since the initial fight had started, and no one can remember what had started the feud. The war has raged on for so long that no one can remember what the initial fight was about. After 900 years of fighting the two warring nations finally came to a truce. The war between the Lycans and the Vampires was at an end. The two that made the truce was Alcyone of the Lycans and Elissa Cane of the Vampires.

Alcyone and Elissa formed the truce between the groups at just barely coming to the age of being an adult. The truce was that neither group shall harm the other as long as Alcyone and Elissa shall live or their decedents, or if there was a union between the two groups.

That truce had been held for the better part of two centuries. With both Alcyone and Elissa assassinated by what both groups felt the other was responsible, the war has begun again.

-The Present-

Finn sighed as he looked at the white board and he tried to concentrate on copying whatever it was he was supposed to be copying. All before Finn knew it the bell rang and he was free from school. There was neither glee nor football that day, so Finn went home.

Finn was walking up the front steps to his and his mother's house did he hear some commotion in the house. Panicking Finn quickly opened the front door and went rushing inside.

"NO! You can't have him! I won't let you!" Carole yelled out.

Finn rounded the corner and he saw his mom visibly upset as she address two men in suits. The one on the left cleared his throat. "Carole, you know as well as we do that Finn needs to accept the rest of his family lineage. You know that he won't survive this war otherwise."

Finn cleared his throat. "What's going on? And what do you want with me?"

The two gentlemen turned towards Finn. The one on the right spoke. "I can smell it. He's close to the fever, I'd say a few months."

Carole stepped in between the two men. "I said that you're not going to take him and I mean it."

The one that spoke first stepped forward. "You know that this is the life that Christopher led when you mated with him to carry on his lineage. So you know that Finn needs to come with us."

Carole shook her head and glared at the two men. "Chris told me exactly what to expect and he prepared me for it. But he also told me that as Finn's mother I have the right to choose how we live. And I'll say it again, Finn is staying right here."

Finn was sure he was hearing things, but it sounded like the second man growled like a dog, like an actual dog growl. The first man held up a hand and his companion fell silent. "The war has begun again, Carole, you can't deny us this."

Carole seemed to inflate even more. "I don't care. You are not dragging my son into some petty dispute that was settled ages ago. Now leave."

Finn feared for his mom's life when the two men made to make a move, but it was even more of shock for Finn when he saw his mom pull out gun and level it at the two men. Both men became absolutely still. Carole stared both men down. "Now I have silver bullets in here, and I am not afraid to use them. Chris made me well aware of how to defend myself against you. Now this is the last time that I am asking politely. Get. Out."

The two men then quickly shuffled their way out the front door. The second man turned and said. "You will regret this." Then he shuffled out the door.

Carole stood there with the gun leveled for another minute before she let loose a breath of air. Finn was confused and shocked over everything turned to his mom. "What was that all about?"

Carole looked at Finn and then she gave him a sad smile. "Finn, there is something that I have to tell you, come on let's go to the basement."

Bewildered Finn followed his mom down to the dark basement and he watched as his mom pulled out an ancient trunk that he was told belonged to his great grandmother on his dad's side. After a moment of just looking at he then looked at his mom. "So…are you going to tell me what those two men wanted?"

Carole gave Finn a small smile. "In time, but I need to do this first. You know that this used to be your great grandmother's on your dad's side right?"

Finn nodded that he knew. Carole then got down and opened the trunk. "The thing is Finn, you are not like the rest of your friends in school. You are part of an even bigger picture."

Finn watched as Carole pulled out what looked like a tattered piece of leather or paper that was old as hell in Finn's opinion. Carole walked over to the washer and dryer and she unrolled the tattered thing and she motioned Finn to come over. At a glance Finn saw what appeared to be wolf on the far left of the sheet and then a bunch of names and lines across the rest of the paper. Some of the lines didn't continue from some of the names and on other names they continued onto other names.

Finn looked up from the paper. "What's this?"

Carole gave Finn that sad look he saw upstairs. "This is your family lineage. At least your Lycan Lineage at any rate."

"My what?" Finn asked his mother.

Carole sighed. "This is a lot for to take in Finn, but you are a werewolf. Just like your dad. He was a werewolf too."

Finn started to laugh nervously. "You're kidding me, right mom? You're just making a joke."

Carole shook her head. "Finn, I wish I was. Those two that were here, they are also werewolves. They were here to collect you and take you back to the main pack."

Finn shook his head. "Mom, come on, the whole werewolf thing was cute when I was kid, but this is ridiculous."

"You think I'm making this up don't you?" Carole asked.

Finn shook his head forcefully. "Yes, I do."

Carole sighed. "What are you allergic to?"

Finn thought for a minute. "I am allergic to silver and aconite."

Carole nodded. "Aconite is more commonly known as wolfs bane. Finn your father protected you so that you wouldn't get dragged into this pathetic dispute, and for his actions he was killed."

Finn swallowed hard, because he could hear his mom's voice cracking as she spoke of his dad. "What dispute is that?"

Carole took a breath and then she pointed to his name on the paper, she then drug her finger to his father's name and then she continued to follow the line that connected their names with others and Finn saw that it went clear back over to the left where Carole stopped on the name Alcyone. Finn stared at the name before he looked to his mom. "So who is Al whatever?"

Carole gave a small laugh. "That is your 7th great grandfather. He was the top Alpha in the pack, or in essence the king of the Lycans. Finn it is because of that fact that it makes you the next Lycan heir to take over the pack, if you want to, and all other Lycans have to obey your orders. But your father didn't want that life for you, so he attempted to hide you from the rest of them. But because you are an alpha Lycan you will inevitably, draw them here. Neil and Frank who were here today, they came because you're close to becoming a true Lycan."

It was a lot for Finn to take in all at once. "And what do you mean by becoming a true Lycan mom?"

Carole sighed. "You will first go through what is known as the fever, which will turn on your Lycan genes when you're around the age of 17. When the Fever breaks the night of the first full moon, you will then transform into a Lycan. The first time you transform, you will be able to control yourself Finn, if you concentrate hard enough and you won't hurt anyone. But you have to remember that there are hunters or slayers out there who will kill you."

Finn started to get light headed and he took a few steps back and then he collapsed onto the stairs. As his mother continues to explain things, the more Finn was certain that this was all a big joke. Carole came over and she squeezed herself onto the stairs next to Finn and wrapped her arms around him.

Finn and Carole sat there for a moment in silence before Carole spoke. "Back to your question, Finn about who the dispute is with, it's with Vampires."

Finn felt as if the room was spinning. "Mom, please tell me this all isn't true."

Carole just held Finn tighter. "I wish that it wasn't baby, I really wish that it wasn't."

Finn felt a few tears slide down his cheeks. "Dad knew that they'd come after me didn't he?"

Carole sniffed and Finn looked up to see her crying as she nodded. "Your father wrote down for me and enclosed in that trunk every possible situation that might happen when you became of age, on just the chance that he wasn't here to help you through it himself. So I will help you get through this Finn."

Finn hugged his mom tightly. "So, take it I can't tell anyone then?"

Carole let out a chocked laugh. "Yes, Finn, it needs to be a secret that stays between us, and if any of your pack shows up."

Finn moved away from his mom a little. "I have a pack?"

Carole nodded. "Your father shortly after you were born tried to locate the other four Lycans that you would be the Alpha to. But while he was doing that your father was killed, and I never found out as to who they were. All I do know is that those other four Lycan's parents had the same ideals as your dad in that they wanted a better life for all of you."

Finn nodded. "I think I need to go lay down for a bit. This is a lot to take in."

Carole nodded. "You go take a nap. I'll wake you up when we go have dinner with Burt and Kurt."

Finn nodded but he didn't say anything and he slowly let go of his mom and he went up the stairs and to his room. Finn lay down on his bed and then stared up at the ceiling, and he tried to sort it all out in his mind, but nothing seemed to really click for him. Eventually Finn fell asleep and into fitful dreams.

AN: Please Review! Again if there is not much interest in this story I probably won't continue it. ~ Draco