Warning: Blood, gore, and violence.
"Does this darkness have a name? Is it your name?"
-Lucas Scott (One Tree Hill)
Her body clenched, anticipating the pain, the sound bones cracking and a cry of pain echoed through the night. Her eyes snapped open when she felt something wet and warm land on her face, and slide down her cheek. A figure dressed in black, his hands caked in blood—with four dead rogues by his feet—stood before her. Each had a gaping hole in their chest, where their hearts had lay; blood oozed out and drenched the sidewalk. Three of the four missing hearts lay centimeters from their owners while one still lied clenched with the hand of their attacker. He was the only thing that stood between her and the army of rogues; he was her last line of defense.
"Do you think you stand a chance against us?" One of the rogues taunted, grinning.
"It doesn't matter." Through all the blood and gore, his voice still calmed her. Santana blinked back tears, not wanting him to see how much in pain she truly was in, she didn't want to appear weak—especially when he would need her help. If they wanted to get out alive in one piece she would have to fight. Hearing her struggling to get back on her feet had him glancing back at her. Her heart pounded rapidly within her chest, the small wave of euphoria that filled her veins momentarily made her forget her pain when his cinnamon gaze met hers. They didn't mirror the fear she felt, but concern for her. And just as the moment happened instantaneously, it ended when he turned his gaze back at the rogues and regarded them. "You have to get passed me if you want to lay finger on her."
"It will be our pleasure."
Finn sank his fangs into the rogue's heart, feeling the blood burn a path down his throat, humming with raw power as it coursed through his body. He hadn't felt this sensation since the last time he drank from the veins. His eyes closed on their own accord. Images of faces he never saw, memories that were never his coursed through his mind and a tidal wave of emotions wrecked havoc. This was the knowledge his kind craved, drinking from the vein allowed them to live multiple lifetimes in a span of eternity. They weren't just one creature but a legion of the essence that defines souls that thrived within one vessel and governed by one—forever feeding it. Now all them thrived within him, multiple voices screeched in his mind and he silenced them with snarl, not caring for their plight. He needed the power; they could provide him with nothing more and nothing less.
The rogues watched cautiously, feeling the air shift around them. The foul stench of carnage surrounded them, but that's not what caused a slight disturbance amongst them. It was the aura emitting from the lone vampire in front of them that had them feeling a little on edge. "Kill him!" One of them ordered when his eyes snapped open, revealing crimson orbs. He vanished before their eyes and a cry of pain echoed somewhere from the right. Rogues began dropping one by one. The smell of blood descended upon them, many breathed it in—enjoying it—ignoring the cries of their brethren. Their eyes turned crimson, by the time they were through with this town, blood would decorate it red and there would be no soul to tell the story.
Santana backed up and was barely able to kick a rogue back as she pressed a hand against the belly, trying to slow down the blood flow—waiting for the wound to heal. Each slight movement had pain coursing through her body. She breathed in through clenched teeth as she glared at the rogues; hunger burning in their gaze as they regarded her. One of them became impatient and jumped at her. Just as he was about to reach her, his body slammed against an invisible wall. The rogue dusted himself off as he got back up on his feet before pressing his palms against it. A look of bewilderment crossed his face as he pounded against it, but no dent or any sign of cracking seemed to appear. Since he was distracted, he didn't sense Finn sneak up behind him, but he did feel the bone cracking punch against his spine and the force of it sent something ripping out of his chest. The last thing he saw was his heart slam against the barrier before bouncing back into the air.
Finn caught the heart in midair and threw it at a rogue, grinning when it smacked him on the face leaving a bloody imprint. He turned around swiftly, dodging an attack and grabbing his assailant's head and twisting in one smooth motion, snapping it. "It's good to see you have joined us." His voice was velvet smooth, appeared to not be bothered by the fact he was drenched in blood.
Santana followed his gaze to see the newcomers.
"Alistair!"
Alistair looked over his shoulder to see Puck running toward him. "Why aren't you with your mother?" he asked, once the teenager stood before him.
"There has been a change of plans," Puck informed him. "I'm here to get Quinn. Have you seen her?"
"No, I've been busy leading the others to Dwight's basement. You can go inside and look for her." Alistair motioned behind him as another family rushed in passed them.
"Thanks." Puck wasted no time running passed him and into the house. He ran up the stairs toward Quinn's room, slamming the door open, only to be greeted by the sight of Judy kneeling beside Quinn's bed—holding her unconscious daughter's hand. Her eyes were hollow.
"You came." Judy stood up and placed a kiss on Quinn's temple.
"What's wrong with her?"
"She's going to be fine." Judy let go of her daughter's hand. "How's the situation outside?"
"The rogues have entered the town. Dwight and Shelby are gathering the families in their sectors. Alistair is doing the best he can, but, surprisingly, Russel isn't there helping him." Puck noticed the way Judy eyes went wide. "What's wrong?"
"Alistair sent the families to the basement?" Judy asked as her eyes burned with tears.
"Yeah." Puck watched the way Judy's hands clenched into fists.
"Oh God…they're…" She couldn't finish the thought. It was unbearable to even think. "How could I have let it happen?"
"Judy?" Puck walked closer to the elder woman when tears began to silently stream down her face. "What's wrong? Maybe I can help."
Judy shook her head. "You can't…only I can fix this." She met his gaze ignoring her tears. "I have to meet with Dwight."
"I can't just let you go like this."
"Your top priority is protecting Quinn." Judy cupped his cheek affectionately. "When all this is over, I want you to be the one to be there for her…promise me?"
"I promise." Puck leaned into her touch. He didn't understand the pang he felt when he saw the sorrow in her eyes.
She pulled him down and placed a kiss on his forehead. "Be safe."
He couldn't explain why he felt like she was saying farewell to him. They would meet again…but the sad smile that curved on her lips told him otherwise. Words failed him as she walked passed him. He stood frozen as she left the room. "I'm sorry," he whispered, not knowing exactly what for. Maybe it was because he couldn't go after her or it could also be…his gaze shifted toward Quinn. His heart constricted, she looked so vulnerable. His feet moved on their own accord toward her bed and took a seat on it. A heartbeat later, he held her upper body in his arms and that gaping hole that formed within him during her absence sewed shut. "Quinn," he whispered her name, shaking her a little. He needed her awake because simply holding her in his arms was not enough. He wanted to hear her voice and look into her eyes as their lives crumbled around them…at least one last time as the world they knew burned to ash. "Please wake up." He pressed his lips against her temple begging her to wake up.
"I'm glad that we weren't late."
"Rachel," Santana gasped her friend's name as she stepped up to stand between Ralph and Simon.
"You brought food to welcome us." One of the rogues said gleefully. "And two of them are wolves."
"Hey, Dave, didn't you say that werewolf blood was to die for?"
The faint scent of Amber hit Simon like a freight train. "He's here!"
Laughter rumbled amongst them.
"That I did." Dave licked his bottom lip. "Wouldn't mind to have another taste."
His eyes landed on the rogue; it was the same guy he had bumped into the day he found Amber's corpse, the one who wore her scent like a badge. "He took her from us!" His eyes glowed an eerie blue as he regarded him."Kill him!" His body went tense, ready to strike as he gritted his teeth."Tear him limb from limb!"
"He's the one?" Rachel whispered to Simon when she noticed the way he was reacting to the rogue. She got her answer when he glanced at her, his eyes promising violence. Rachel nodded in understanding as she placed her hand gently on his arm and gave him a comfort squeeze. She had promised him the right to kill the rogue and the only reason he hadn't jumped at him yet was because he was waiting for her order. The rogue's life hanged in the balance and she was the one who could tip the scale at any moment. Anger coursed through her veins as she stared into his crimson eyes. He had altered Lantern Falls and brought murder into their lives. "Kill him," she ordered without remorse. A viscous grin curved on Simon's lips. "I want you to tear him limb from limb!"
Without warning Simon left her side and went after Dave, stirring the fight again.
"Clear me a path to Santana."
"I'm on it!" Ralph said, tearing into any rogue that got in his way. Blood arched through the air, marking their path. One of the rogues slid passed him. "Rachel!"
Power coursed through Rachel's veins as she brought her hand up. Electricity shot from her palm and hit the rogue directly in the chest, sending him flying a few feet back. "I got him."
Ralph let her join him in clearing a path. She watched his back and he watched hers. Fire licked one palm and in the other electricity coursed through her fingers.
"Get the sorceress!"
"Shit!" Ralph cursed as he tried to fight off the new wave of rogues that tried to tear through him to get to Rachel.
"Get away!" Rachel yelled as she saw some of them jump toward her. A burst of power eroded from her.
Ralph watched, amazed as the rogues surrounding them, froze for a moment before an invisible force threw them away. He felt Rachel stumble behind him and turned around just in time to steady her. "You exerted too much power."
"I'll be fine in a little while."
"Too bad they won't give us that little while."
Rachel watched with horror as the rogues surrounded them again.
"Finn!" Ralph yelled as the rogues jumped at them. "Protect Rachel!"
Finn had barely been able to snatch Rachel from Ralph's arms a moment before the rogues engulfed him.
"Fuck!" Ralph yelled in pain as he felt multiple fangs pierce his skin.
"Ralph!" Rachel screeched watching the rogues tear into him. "Simon! Save Ralph!"
Simon ran toward the pile and began pulling rogues one by one trying to get them off of his best friend. "Ralph!" The moment he caught sight of his bloody hand, Simon fought harder to try and save him.
Alistair ushered the two last children into the Fabray household and told them where to head to in order to get to the basement when Judy bound down the stairs in tears. "Judy!" he called out to her as she ran passed him.
"I'm sorry!" she cried out over her shoulder.
He watched her go, confused, but before he could even contemplate her apology a little girl's scream pierced the air. Alistair ran into the household following it toward the basement. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise when he stood in the doorway that led to the stairs but ignored it when he heard the same little girl sob. He ran down the stairs and almost bumped into the two small children he had let into the house a few moments ago. The breath rushed out of his lungs as he stood frozen at the sight that greeted him. He could see why the little girl screamed. The smell of blood filled the air and stained the floor and walls. Dead bodies were piled on the floor, their eyes open but dull, the expression of horror frozen upon their faces, and mouths gaping open never able to release a cry. Their clothes was shredded and coated with blood, several puncture wounds marked their bodies.
But it was the creatures that caused the massacre that filled Alistair with dread. Rogues filled the basement and neither had yet to notice the children or his presence as they fed, lost in the lust for blood. That was until one finished draining a human and discarded the corpse aside like it was trash. His crimson eyes looked up and met Alistair's before looking at the children. A grin graced his lips as he licked the blood off them. "Isn't this a pleasant surprise?" His voice rang throughout the room, demanding the attention of all the rogues within the room. Each of them stopped feeding and turned to look at their new guests. "Get them."
"Go!" Alistair yelled, shooting electricity from his hands striking the rogues who jumped toward them. When the children didn't move, he levitated them to the top of the stairs with one hand and with the other he continued to shoot electricity. Once he knew the children were safe up the stairs, he retreated. He was barely able to run through the door as a rogue reached for him. The moment he turned around to close it, the children were already struggling to do it. He conjured up a spell to lock the door, making it harder for the rogues to break out. "You have to go to Dwight and tell him what has happened, while I hunt down Russel." Once again he felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise, he turned around—only to feel pain rip through his stomach. The breath left his lungs as blood rushed up his throat and leaked through his clenched teeth. He met the emotionless gaze of Russel Fabray, before looking down to see Russel's hand shoved through his gut. "You…"
A smirk graced Russel's lips. "I had to get you out the picture. You were becoming too much of a liability."
"Dwight…won't let…" He grabbed onto his arm to keep him from pulling it out sooner and letting him bleed to death.
"He won't be able to stop me." Russel twisted his hand and his eyes danced with amusement when Alistair groaned in pain.
"Alistair!" The little boy cried out as he held his little sister in his arms. Fear echoed in his gaze.
"Run!"
Russel frowned when Alistair's blood landed on his cheek. "I'll kill them."
"I…will…make…you." Alistair nail's dug into his arm. "Feel…pain…like a." He struggled to say through blooded teeth. "Mortal."
"I will like to see you try." Russel wretched his arm away from Alistair's grasp along with his hand.
Alistair's back arched from the force of it; his mouth fell open in a silent cry as his body collapsed onto the floor, his own blood pooling around him. A small smirk graced his lips as he felt something warm pulsing in right palm.
Russel watched wearily as Alistair's right hand gave a crimson hue that had nothing to do with his blood. The hand lifted toward him and he stood frozen, not being able to believe that Alistair still had enough strength to conjure up a spell. Before he could even think of dodging it, the crimson hue formed into a dagger and flew straight at him, stabbing him directly in the chest. Instead of feeling pain, Russel felt nothing and the dagger exploded into small red sparks that fell harmlessly over him and on the floor. "You failed," he smirked but soon frowned when Alistair simply smiled at him. The two children were surrounding him now.
"You have to get up!" The little boy cried, kneeling by Alistair ignoring the blood seeping into his jeans as he shook him. "You can't leave us! Beatrice and I still need you!"
Alistair looked at the little boy weakly. His blonde hair and azure eyes turned to raven hair and hazel eyes. "Blaine." An affectionate smile graced his lips as he reached for the little boy and ran his bloody hand through his hair. He glanced at the little girl to see her blonde hair and emerald eyes turn to chocolate locks for hair and caramel eyes. "Rachel." As his eyes began to close, he thought of the one woman he knew since he could remember and who will take care of his son once he was gone. "Shelby…take care of him…of them…and yourself." His eyes opened once more to see a younger version of his son. Tears streamed down his face and Alistair felt his heart ache. "Blaine." His hand trailed down his face weakly trying to wipe his tears away like he used to all those years ago. "I…love you."
The boy watched helplessly as Alistair's eyes closed and his hand fell limp. There was no movement in his body and the little boy cried over his bloody corpse.
"Adam, we have to go." Beatrice tried to pull her older brother from Alistair as Russel approached them.
But her cried fell on deaf ears as Adam continued to sob.
"Let me go!" Rachel tried to shove passed Finn to try and go help Simon.
"You need to heal Santana first," Finn said calmly.
"I will," Rachel glared at him. "Go bring me Ralph."
Without another word, Finn went to help Simon and Rachel turned to Santana. She gently removed the Latina's hands and placed hers over the wound. Her palm began to glow a white hue and Santana sighed in relieve when the warmth replace the pain and felt whatever Rachel was doing helped her heal faster. It wasn't long before the glow faded away and Rachel removed her hand to reveal unmarred flesh. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Rachel offered her a hand and helped her up.
"Oh, God." Santana voice cracked as her eyes filled with disbelief when she caught sight of what Finn was holding in his arms.
"What's wrong?" Rachel turned around, only to be greeted by the sight of Finn holding a bloody Ralph. She couldn't breathe as he placed him down and it was then she got to see the full extent of his wounds. The skin on his chest was torn to shreds. She could see what remained of the flesh sticking on his rib cage. His gut was visible and blood drenched his jeans. Every time he breathed, more seem to pour out. What hurt her most was that he was still clinging to life no matter how much pain he was in. The skin that still stuck to his body had holes from where the fangs tore into him. "Ralph." Her knees kissed the pavement as she reached for him, grasping his hand desperately.
"Hey, Queen," he rasped out weakly, feeling the warmth of her glow. "It won't work…I'm too far gone."
"No you're not," Rachel said in denial. "I can still—"
He gave her a pained smile, a trail of blood seeped through his lips and down his cheek. "I had this dream…"
"Ralph, you have to save your energy," Rachel pleaded, trying to make the healing spell stronger, but it wasn't cooperating.
"I wanted to become a hero."
"Don't," she begged, closing her eyes to fight back tears.
"Hey." Ralph squeezed her hand lightly.
Rachel eyes snapped open to meet his forest green eyes that were slowly becoming dull with each second.
"Would you say I became a hero?"
"Yes." Her voice cracked. "You became my hero." The tears she had been trying to hide from him glistened in her eyes blurring her vision of him.
"Tell Simon…I'll look after Amber…" he said weakly. "Tell my parents…that I love them." He squeezed her hand again when she tried to look away from him. "Thank you…for being there…for me."
She watched silently as a small smile graced his lips and lay permanently etched on his features.
The image of Ralph holding the cafeteria door open for her flashed through her mind. The first day they met, he placed a kiss on her hand vowing his loyalty to her.
A tear slid down her face silently when the light from his eyes faded.
Standing in the cemetery, he held onto her desperately as if she were his lifeline, the only thing grounding him to reality. His body shook in her arms, he felt so warm and alive. That was the day she showed everyone her loyalty to him, her protector.
Her body shook when his hand let go of its grasp on hers.
"Hey, would you say I became a hero?" His voice echoed in her mind.
Everything around her ceased to exist for one small moment except for his shredded corpse, lifeless eyes and pain that took her captive. She opened her mouth, letting out an anguished scream that ripped from her lungs and echoed through Lantern Falls, stopping the fighting that had continued without them. All eyes turned to her when they felt power sizzle through the air.
"Rachel!"
Through her anguish she heard his voice, calming her and the power building inside her began to defuse. She looked away from Ralph's corpse to see Sam jumping over the rogues and running toward her.
"Puck."
Puck looked down at the girl in his arms to see Quinn waking up. "Quinn."
Hearing his voice had her snapping her eyes open. "Puck…" Disbelief clouded her eyes as her fingertips graced his cheek, lightly feeling the warmth under them. "It's not a dream." She welcomed his warmth and let herself melt in his embrace for a moment. "You're here."
"You had me worried." He held her tighter.
It was then Quinn remembered everything. Why she had tried to kill herself. "Does he know?" She pulled away from him. "What are you doing here?"
"Your mom called Sam and I to come get you, but Sam couldn't make it in the end."
"Where's Mom?"
"She left to go talk to Dwight."
Quinn took a moment to process the information before the blaring of an alarm echoed from the outside. "What's that noise?"
"Dwight pulled the alarm, the rogues have attacked." He got off her bed and held out a hand for her. "And I need to get you over there."
"Puck, I can look after myself."
"I know you can, but that won't stop me from protecting you." He carefully tugged her off her bed before grabbing a sweater from her closet. Before they could continue their conversation a girl's scream echoed from downstairs.
Quinn froze while putting her shoes on and met Puck's gaze. "What was that?"
"I don't know but hurry up and put your shoes on." Puck walked toward the door carefully and looked over his shoulder to see Quinn was ready. They both quietly made their way toward the stairs and stopped on the top of them when Alistair burst through the basement door closing it behind him. Everything after that happened so quickly. Russel had appeared from nowhere and snuck up on Alistair before Puck could even shout a warning. Russel's hand digging into Alistair's stomach had Puck flinch and Quinn covered her mouth to quiet her gasp. Without second thought, Puck pulled her down to hide from view as he tried to think of a plan, but nothing will come to mind. The wooden railing under his grasp cracked as he watched helplessly as Alistair bled to death. He remained frozen as Quinn quietly cried beside him. "Move! You have to move!" But his body wouldn't cooperate. "Protect her!" The moment he heard the growl adrenaline coursed through his veins.
"You get the children and I'll distract your dad." Puck glanced at his mate to see her shaking her head.
"No." She grabbed his arm. "I can't lose you, too."
"You won't." Puck glared at Russel as he got closer to Adam and Beatrice. He knew he didn't stand a chance against someone older and more powerful, but he could offer a distraction. He could give Quinn and the little ones a way out. "You go when I land on him." He didn't wait for her response as he climbed on the railing and launched himself through the air toward Russel as he tried to grab Beatrice.
Sam, seeing the tears in her eyes, engulfed her into a hug. "I'll kill them," he vowed when her body shook with sobs.
"They killed Ralph," Rachel cried on to his shoulder holding him tightly. "Ralph is dead!"
At first Sam didn't think he heard her correctly the first time, but when he heard something similar to it again he felt his stomach drop. It was then he noticed Ralph's mutilated body. A comrade, his mate's first protector, his friend, the reason why he bargained with his dad about Simon, was killed in cold blood. He will kill them all; their blood will soak the streets before the night was out. "Stay here," Sam whispered, as he pulled away and turned around to see Simon walking toward them.
"Is he really gone?" Simon's voice was a mixture between a growl and his normal voice.
Sam met his eerie blue eyes. "Yes."
Simon looked over his shoulder to see Rachel's tear stained face that tried to apologize to him, but he didn't blame her. His eyes then landed on Ralph's body and once again he was hit with the pain of losing someone dear to him. Ralph was like the brother he never had. An unholy scream ripped from his lungs as he turned away and grabbed the nearest rogue to him. He twisted his neck and yanked at his head until his nails lengthen, cutting into the rogue's throat and pulling the head from the body—completely severing it.
Just as a rogue was about to sneak up on Simon as he fought against a four of them, Sam intercepted and snapped his neck—joining the fray. Blood began to spill over the concrete, bones cracking, piercing the air and cries of pain echoed through the night. And Rachel who at one point wanted the fight to end, watched with hollow eyes. "Kill them," she whispered. "Kill them all." Simon fought harder, accomplishing both their wishes when more blood spilled. "I want them all dead!"
"You heard her." Sam's eyes glowed an eerie blue. "Let them be the sacrifice to quench her thirst." Without warning, he snuck up behind one of the rogues and kicked their knees, snapping them out of their joints. He forced the rogue down on his broken knees, grabbing both of his hands and placing one foot on his back. He pulled until he heard two pops—indicating that he dislocated both his arms. Before the rogue could even cry out in pain, Sam let go of his arms and fisted his hair, pulling him back until his neck was bare to him. His nails lengthen as he brought his hand down and cut into the rogue's throat, tearing into flesh and veins. He tore his hand away, pulling out skin and meat to leave behind a gaping hole that streamed blood. He dragged the body by the collar toward Rachel. Once in front of her, he laid the body by her feet. "This will be the first of many tonight." His voice had an underlining of a growl.
Rachel met Sam's gaze to see his eyes were no longer emerald but glowing azure. She knew the wolf came out and yet she didn't fear it for in the azure showed a hint of emerald. The wolf hadn't dominated Sam; instead they both came together as one. As he reached to her with bloody fingers she knew the wolf only want to please her and protect her. She should have been disgusted with the blood and gore, but she wasn't. She was the one that asked him for this and he was fulfilling her wish. She didn't even flinch when his bloodstained fingertips caressed her cheek affectionately. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet," he smirked. "This is but the beginning." His smirk vanished as he gazed into her eyes. "I will kill them for making you cry."
The thought of Ralph had tears brimming in her eyes.
Not taking his eyes off her, Sam reached behind him and pulled the rogue, that had been trying to be brave by sneaking up behind him, by the front of his shirt and tugged him toward his side. He tore into his neck like he did with the other rogue before carelessly throwing him on the ground by Rachel's feet. "I will protect you."
"I know." Rachel continued to hold his gaze.
Sam felt a hum of pride for his mate course through his body. Even as he killed the rogue her gaze never wavered from his and it still didn't. There was no disgust in her eyes, only acceptance. "That's my girl."
"That is one unhealthy relationship." Santana found herself saying as she tore her gaze from Sam and Rachel and kicked a rogue in the chest.
"What are you talking about?" Finn raised an eyebrow at her as he ripped open the throat of another rogue, blood spilled over him.
Santana took one good look at him and felt her heart swell at the sight of him. Even covered in blood and gore did nothing to diminish her feelings for him; if anything it made her want to fight harder. To survive all this and tell him just how she feels. "Nothing." If she could still love Finn decked out in blood then she could understand how Rachel could be accepting and still love Sam as he laid dead rogues at her feet.
As Blaine and Kurt reached the town center, they were greeted by a blood bath. Kurt paused as he caught sight of Finn in a killing frenzy with Santana covering his back. Simon and Sam were holding their own ground as they fought against the rogues. They were struggling more than Finn, but they seemed to handling it just fine.
"Rachel!" Blaine yelled when he caught sight of her coated in blood. Without a second thought he ran into the battle.
"Damn it, Blaine!" Kurt ran behind him covering his back.
Sam and Simon caught sight of them and rushed over to help them out.
Blaine shot a bolt at a rogue when she got to close for comfort. "Are you okay?" he asked once he neared her, but ended up tripping and having Rachel to steady him. "What the hell?" He looked back at what he tripped over and had to swallow back the bile that rose in his throat at the sight of the dead rogues with their throats gaping open.
"Blaine."
Blaine looked back at Rachel. "Are you hurt?"
"No, it's not my blood."
It was then he noticed the hollow look in her eyes. "Rach…" He followed her gaze to the side and gasped when he caught sight of Ralph's dead body. He felt anger course through his veins a moment later. "This has gone far enough." He made Rachel look at him. "We're going to end this."
"How?"
"We'll figure something out until then I'll buy us some time." He turned away from her and looked at the lamp posts. Power coursed through his veins as the lights in them increases in strengthen lighting the street and sidewalks more. He didn't stop until he reached their full capacity. He turned around to face the battle raging before him and closed his eyes remembering a spell his father had been teaching him almost a month ago until he mastered it. When he felt the power pulsing within him, his eyes snapped open channeling it into the spell. His shadow stretched across the street becoming one with the shadows of the rogues that stood within the light.
"What's going on?"
"Why can't we move?"
Blaine smirked, knowing his spell was a success. On his shadow he wrote the instruction for the rogues that were trapped to stay standing frozen for the next five hours. "Kill those that are not standing in the light," he instructed. "Leave the others be. They won't be able to move for the next five hours."
"Why don't we just kill them all?" Simon asked.
"We don't know how many more there are and we need to regroup with Dwight."
"He has a point," Sam frowned, running a hand through his hair forgetting that it was coated in blood. He looked at Rachel. "Are you fine with that?"
"As long as I don't lose any one of you."
"We head back to my dad's place and regroup," Sam ordered as he walked toward Rachel, while Simon and Finn finished the few remaining rogues that were a threat.
"Who will carry his body?" Blaine asked looking at Ralph.
"I can." Kurt kneeled by Ralph and gingerly picked up his body. He met Rachel's gaze, who quickly looked away to blink back tears.
Simon strolled up to him. "He's my responsibility. I will deliver him to his parents." The moment he said those words a sob broke through Rachel's lips. Kurt passed Ralph over to Simon who held him carefully in his arms. He turned to face Rachel, who was crying again, but this time Sam held her. "It wasn't your fault." His words only caused her to cry harder. "He knew what he was getting into…always wanting to be the hero."
Rachel nodded.
"Let's go. There will be more time later to mourn for the dead." Sam motioned for Rachel to climb on his back, which she did wordlessly. He felt her power sizzle through her body and wonder what she was up to. He got his answer when multiple bolts shot from the sky striking the rogues surrounding them as they ran. Their cries of pain echoed around them and the smell of burnt flesh filled the air. A smirk graced his lips. "That's my girl."
Russel didn't know what hit him as he landed face flat on the hardwood floor with a body pinning him to the ground. His assailant grabbed him by the hair and slammed his face onto the hardwood floor. Pain exploded on his face as he felt his nose crack. By the second slam, his vision was darkening and by the third he feared he might black out. With desperation clawing at him, Russel reached behind him and threw his assailant off and across the room where he slammed against the wall.
"Puck!"
Russel heard his daughter's yell. He blinked several times to clear his vision only to see Quinn standing by the doorway which led to outside the house with Beatrice in her arms and Adam right beside her. Puck got up weakly before running toward her and grabbing Adam along the way as they ran out the house together. It took him a while to fully understand what just happened. His daughter had betrayed him and ran off with Noah Puckerman. "Quinn!" He roared feeling anger burn through him.
"I'm surprised he even got more than one hit on you."
"Shut up," Russel growled as he cracked his nose back into place and glared at Jesse.
"So what do you want me to do?" Jesse grinned in amusement. "Your wife has gone to Dwight, your daughter has gone off with Puck, the siege of Lantern Falls has barely begun and it seems to already be falling apart."
"It's not! All you have to do is bring my wife and Quinn back here, and the rest of the rogues can take care of the others, while I deal with Dwight."
"If you say so." Jesse met his gaze. "So what do I do about Puck?"
"Do you even have to ask?" Russel raised an eyebrow at him. "Get rid of him and if my daughter tries to resist capture, you have the right break her like you did last time."
"With pleasure," Jesse smirked as he walked out the door whistling.
Once he was gone Russel frowned. The pain of his broken nose was still there and his head was hurting. Nothing was healing like it was supposed to. "Pain hasn't lasted this long since I became…" He stopped his train of thought not wanting to finish it, but his eyes landed on Alistair. Before he could contemplate further, the basement door slammed open and sent his corpse sliding across the room because of the force. "I was beginning to wonder when that spell would wear off."
"Does this mean we can hunt?" One of the rogues asked.
A smirk graced his lips. "Until your heart's content."
The rogues' laughter echoed through Lantern Falls as they ran out the house and into the killing field.
AN: I would like to thank my beta MissBreePheonix613 for looking over this chapter! She's freaking awesome! And if you haven't read her EvanBerry one-shots you need to go check them out! =)
AN 2: I know some of you might want to hurt me right now, but in my defense I did warn you a few chapters ago about character deaths. Don't think that I did this to hurt any of you because I was crying as I wrote Ralph's and Alistair's death scene. I hadn't planned for Ralph to die it just happened as I wrote the chapter, but Alistair's death was already planned since the beginning. I want to make this fic a bit realistic even though it's filled with werewolves, vampires, demons, sorcerers and the occasional human. When there is war there is bound to be death and most of the time it's nameless people to us, but to other people that knew them, they were loved ones. I wanted to bring the emotions of losing a loved one into this fic. If by chance you cried, shed a few tears or simply got watery eyes then I did accomplish this. (^_^)
AN 3: I would like to thank: NinjaGleek21 (Thank you for the cookies! *hug* I know I left it in another cliffy, but it's all coming to a close soon.), NorthernLights25 (Sorry for taking so long, but this chapter was really hard for me to write. I hope you still liked it.), LadyGigglesalot (You know I could never harm Santana in such a way. I'll hold you up to that long review lol. I hope you enjoyed watching Cabin in the Woods! =D), Lena (I hope this chapter also kept you on the edge of your seat. =) ), TheBlackCat99 (I showed a darker version EvanBerry in this chap. I hope that in a way this makes up for the lack of in the last chap.), MissBreePheonix613 (lol =D), The Wonderful Mistique (Oh yes she is! I am also hoping to establish how badass the others are as well. ;) ), cbell123 (Don't worry she's safe.), .Joshley (Thank you! *hug* I hope this chap lived up to your expectations.), Keating's Disciple (There's going to be more action still to come. =) ), Princesakarlita411 (I'm always glad when you review no matter how small they are. You've been reviewing my fics since I first started writing EvanBerry.), 19LoVeSpeLL93 (I hope this satisfied your thirst for action for the time being. =) ), and CJ (lol I hope you liked this one!) for reviewing! You guys are awesome! =D
AN 4: Even though I didn't get the fifteen reviews for the last chap =( that won't stop me for asking for fifteen reviews. =) So please review, it doesn't take long. I would love to hear from you.
AN 5: Ralph's death scene was inspired by (in my opinion) one of the greatest fictional characters to ever come into existence. Zack Fair, from the game Final Fantasy VII Crisis Core. I got all teary eyed when he was dying and in the end when he says, "Hey, would you say I became a hero?" right before the credits role I began crying like there was no tomorrow. In a way I wanted to give Ralph that ending and I had him quote that awesome line before he died. The way I loved Zack as I played his game even though I already knew he was going to die, but it's different knowing and experiencing it, it was the same love I held for Ralph. I had so many things planned for him in the future with Simon and being Rachel's protector, but as I wrote the chapter I realized just as Finn snatched Rachel, Ralph didn't have an escape route. He was screwed one way or another and there was no way for me to pull him out. The scene unfolded and I cried as I had to let go of my OC. Ralph is right up there in my heart along with Alex (from Once More). So I hope all of you understand. And if you haven't played Final Fantasy VII Crisis Core you can watch the clips of the game on youtube. I recommend watching the ending scene because I did based Ralph death scene on it and you could get a clearer picture of what I was trying to convey. I dedicated the song The Price of Freedom by Takeharu Ishimoto to Ralph. Listen to it because it's his theme song now and I dare you to tell me that it doesn't remind you of him. ;)