Okay, as a warning, the next chapter I post tomorrow will be short.

I want to thank everyone who has read this, since it's my first fanfic I'm sure the numbers aren't as good as some of the others, but still it's a really cool thing when you see that people in Singapore and India read what you write.

-Jacob POV

Jacob awoke in a daze. The last thing he remembered was his wolf almost getting it's way. Blaine was going to be his. They had both been naked on the couch and his cock had been so close to Blaine's opening when he heard his mate call out...for Emmett. That was last thing he remembered before waking up. This confusion was the last thing he felt before rage filled his blood.

He may not remember Emmett actually arriving, but he could smell the bloodsucker. That leech had kidnapped his mate and was doing gods only knew what with him right now. He needed to go and save Blaine. He let the waves of heat roll through his body before he shifted into a glorious russet furred wolf. In this form he was more likely to listen to his inner wolf and this made the set of events he needed to do clear. He would go to the leech's house, kick down the door, kill Emmett, and bring his lover home.

Jacob, you can't do that. Seth's voice called in his head before he had even left his house. Jacob snarled in response. If you go and kill Rosalie's ex-mate, she will lose it. In the end someone will get hurt. Seth warned carefully, trying to get Jacob to see reason.

Jacob only wanted to see Blaine though. I don't give a shit Seth, this isn't about anything except that Blaine belongs with me. He is mine and I will have him back.

So you're going to risk the entire pack to abduct him him?

He is my imprint. He belongs with me. I can't be without him. I love him so much. I-

Yes, I know. I can feel that pain, but you need to see the bigger picture. The pain you are going to-

Jacob phased back and shouted a stream of cussing out of his door. Goddamn Seth and his logic. He was right, he couldn't just barge and kill vampires. The new treaty would be ripped up and war would be sprung upon the city of Forks. Of course, if Jacob was any other werewolf, the idea of war would not bring with it the slightest hesitation. Jacob was not just an average wolf though, he was alpha. It was his job to look after not only his pack, but after every single human on his lands. If a real war broke out between the two races, humans would be caught in the crossfire and would pay for it in blood. His duties as pack alpha were the only things on earth that could be more important than Blaine.

Let Emmett have Blaine...for now. He needed to think of a plan. He needed to get his wolves together and think. He needed Blaine back. He'd drag him back screaming if he had to. Flashing back into wolf form, he let out a howl to call his brothers and sister.

-Blaine's POV

Blaine jumped awake, hearing a howl across the forest. Before he could even get scared, Emmett's cool hand was there, stroking his forehead. "Don't worry Blaine, he won't get you. I'm here." Those words soothed him like none before in his life. He wasn't afraid. He knew without a doubt in his mind that Emmett would never let anything happen to him.

At least, that's what his sleep groggy mind told him. As consciousness came over him more fully, fear tried to slip in. Emmett's arms offered good protection from that too though. He wasn't as afraid as common sense told him to be not in the least. Jacob was big, and a wolf, and fierce. Emmett was big too though, and stone, and scary. The scales were pretty even. Even if you took into account Jacob's pack, Emmett had his family.

Blaine looked around, he wasn't familiar with this room but assumed it must be Emmett's. He was in the vampire's arms on a low bed. The sheets and the comforter were black and extremely plush. He tried to see more of the room, but there was no sun and no light. Only Emmett's skin was really visible, so white it almost glowed.

"I took the liberty of moving you here after you fell asleep on the couch. I hope you don't mind." Emmett's voice was like silver in his ear, and he shook his head. Emmett could take any liberties he wanted. Blaine wanted this moment to last forever, if time could just pause right here he would be happy. He would even welcome death, as long as it was in Emmett's arms. He couldn't pause though, he had to know, to be sure. Jacob might right now be in another room, just waiting to get his hands on him.

"Where-?" He didn't even have to finish his question. Emmett's velvet voice answered immediately. "Edward has been keeping tabs on him. He hasn't left the rez. He was going to, right after you left, but Seth of all people managed to calm him down...a bit. He's having a council with the other wolves to see what he should do. He was going to just charge in here and take you." Here he let out a growl that made Blaine shiver. He kissed the back of Blaine's head and apologized.

"Sorry, I just don't even want to think about what he would-" He paused and let out another growl before continuing. "Anyway, as I said he's staying on the reservation for now. A war with us is the last thing he wants. It scares him even more than losing you. Alice has also been watching out, if you dis-"

"Alice?" Blaine hadn't meant to interrupt, but he forgot his manners in all of the dazzling handsomeness.

Emmett chuckled. "Alice is my sister. She may look like a pixie, but she's formidable. She can see the future of vampires and humans and she's wicked fast."

Future seeing vampires? Blaine had never heard of non-wiccans displaying any supernatural talents. He turned to Emmett to inquire further when the question flew form his mind. Even in the dark, the vampire's face was breathtaking to look at. Something clocked in his mind and on a whim he decided to do something. Something that if Jacob burst through the door right now, he would kill himself for not having done. Blaine leaned forward and pressed his lips against Emmett's.

It was even better than he could've imagined. Emmett did not pull away, but he did not push himself closer either. He simply allowed this moment to take over his body, before pulling back and looking into Blaine's eyes. A smile grin spread across his face and he softly pressed his lips against Blaine's again for a moment.

"In ten-thousand years, I'm sure someone will ask me what my favorite moment was. I will tell them without hesitation that it was this one." Blaine blushed, and it made Emmett smiled more. "Damn you're beautiful, Blaine." Just Blaine, not my Blaine. There was no possession in his voice. The was a slight longing as he continued. "So beautiful, I'm surprised that I was able to stop. However, I would never do anything to harm you. Physically or emotionally. I would never force myself on you. What I saw in your eyes yesterday...if that was ever there because of me, I would die."

Blaine didn't want to think about Emmett dying. Emmett had been his savior, his protector. And now he was living a dream, here in his arms. He cuddled himself closer and Emmett responded by tightening his arms a little more.

"I feel safe with you Emmett. And I'm not just talking about keeping me safe from Jacob. I can't explain why, but I know that I'm safe with you." Emmett hesitated for a moment, before he whispered softly in Blaine's ear. "I love you." Blaine's heart started to beat faster. Emmett loved him, and he loved Emmett back. He felt like shit for it. How could he do this to Jacob? Was it Jacob's fault that he had imprinted? Jacob was violent, possessive, and in all honesty scared the shit out of Blaine. However, if Blaine had just given Jacob what he wanted maybe things would have been different, just like Sam said. Sam had mentioned that he had been just as aggressive with Emily. And now he was here in the arms of Jacob's enemy. The fallout from this was going to be terrifying. And that was just the best case scenario. If Jacob somehow got him back...well he was sure he could get a really nice wheelchair for cheap. "I love you too Emmett." He said softly, his mind a maelstrom of thoughts.

-Emmett POV

He said it. He had said it and Blaine had said it back. On the outside, he was lightly tracing his fingers over the hair on the younger man's arm. Inside, he was screaming, dancing, and hollering. He had Blaine in his arms, which is all he had thought about since the day he had met the man. To top it off Blaine had said 'I love you' too. Could there be a better day then this? He severely doubted it.

He had a slight twinge of worry about Jacob. He was sure that he would be able to protect Blaine, he was more worried about Blaine's state of mind. His blood was still boiling because of the fear in Blaine's eyes. The way that he had been so horrified, the sound of his voice when he begged Jacob to stop. All of it made him sick. He swore to himself that if he ever made Blaine feel that way about himself...it wasn't even a promise worth making. He would never do that to Blaine. He physically was not able to. And his nature abhorred ever wanting to test that theory.

Emmett leaned down and inhaled the scent coming from Blaine's hair. It was the most delicious thing he had ever smelled, and not in a 'it would be delicious to eat' way. It was a scent that induced peace and locked his memory in this moment. There would be nothing that could override what he was experiencing right now. But of course Edward had a perfect knack for interrupting at the worst time. The softest of knocks came to his ears from his door.

"And you have a knack for being an ass when someone is trying to help you." He was speaking from Emmett's door, in a voice so low, Blaine would never even hear it. Emmett answered in his mind:

"Brother, you know how much I've wanted this. I have the perfect man, here in my arms. I don't want to leave him."

Edward responded with a chuckle. "I'm not asking you to leave him. I came to let you know that the pack has reached a decision."

Emmett's heart would be in his throat right now if that was possible. He tensed slightly, if it came to it he would fight. It would bother him to have to leave Blaine. But for the first time in his life, he had something to fight for. Someone to fight for. He would fight, and he would win, and he would return here to this bed and hold Blaine for the rest of his existence. Edward's response was even better than the concept of a fight though.

"For the time being they will hold off. Jacob is...it's indescribable. The pain he is feeling is only surpassed by his guilt."

Emmett shot a glare towards the door. "I don't give a shit about his guilt. All of this is his fault, I can't believe that you would take that mongrel's side." Even in his brain, it came out as a snarl.

Edward sighed. "Of course not. I would never dream of taking his side. I'm simply telling you what is happening. In fact it's that guilt that is keeping him from attacking. He feels like he should stay away from Blaine for now."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I thought they might have smelled me and altered their thoughts somehow. I dug deeper than I ever have before, there was nothing. Don't ever say that I don't love you bro."

"That specific thought never had nor will it ever cross my mind. You'll know it if it does. Thank you Edward."

Edward shrugged, Emmett could hear the rustle of fabric. "I want you to be happy, if this Wiccan does that, then I will protect him."

Emmett paused. Wiccan? What was that? Did that mean he wasn't human? Naturally, Edward responded without an audible question.

"It's who he is. He still a human, but magic flow through his veins. It's why he smells good, but you can't hurt him. From what I picked from the inside of-"

"Stop." Emmett hissed, this time in his actual voice. "I am curious, very curious. However, I'm not going to talk about something like this behind his back. I'll ask him, and if he is willing then I'll listen, if he isn't then that becomes his choice. Nothing that he is can change how I feel about him."

"I'm glad to hear that, The difference between you now and a few days ago is like night and day. Good night brother."

"Night." Emmett whispered before turning his attention back to the gorgeous being in his arms. Wiccan. The word triggered his brain. Wiccans were a group of new religion practitioners. 1950's, Gardner, World War 2, but nothing that came to mind that would be a problem. Of course he believed that will could affect things, but why would it matter?

"Are you awake...babe?" He hesitated with the endearing term not sure if Blaine would like it. Of course if he didn't he would stop using it, but if he could, he would like to. "Babe?" He inquired softly. Emmett opened his mouth to protest. To say that he wouldn't use and that he was sorry. Blaine's words shut him up though.

"I'm your babe?" From his position, Emmett could see that Blaine was grinning, and when he saw this he started smiling too.

"Of course, you can be my babe as long as you want." He said softly, once again tightening his grip. He let the excitement of this wash over him. This was all he had hoped for since he had first seen Blaine that day on the street. Like Edward had said, it seemed like night and day. One moment he was full of sorrow, longing for someone at the time he couldn't have. Today though...life was perfect.

He still had the Wicca question on his mind though. "Blaine I want to ask you a question." Blaine turned himself around, placing his chest against Emmett's and looking him the eyes.

"You can ask me anything Emmett."

Good start. "I don't want to push any boundaries. Especially when I just got you. So if you're uncomfortable or if I cross a line, tell me and I'll back down immediately." Blaine nodded. His face seemed passive enough, he didn't have any guards up.

"Edwards mentioned that he overheard something about you being a Wiccan. The way he said it I'm guessing it's more than you following some new age thing."

"Oh." was all Blaine said for a moment before his face fell. Emmett could see that maybe this wasn't the time or the indeed even the subject of choice Blaine. He was going to backtrack. He would wait to hear the explanation until a later date. However, Blaine started his story with a sad look on his face.

"I was born into a life of luxury. I suppose that the same is true of most Wiccan families. We live long lives and with the proper "help" the stock market falls into your favor."

Immediately, Emmett could tell that Blaine was not talking about Wiccans in the traditional sense.

"Money doesn't buy happiness though, and I've lived that first hand. My parents were never abusive, my father hit me a few times, but I was a rebellious little brat. I was rich, and even with the binding spell I was powerful. I had a ring of friends and we terrorized our school. Where I grew up we were the jocks. Everybody wanted to be like us and no one dared to fuck with us. My parents didn't show me much love, and that may be part of the reason I acted like such an ass. I'm not saying it's an excuse, but it helps me feel like less of a jack ass."

None of this bothered Emmett, he himself had acted like a fool in his childhood. It was the same all over the world. "We all make mistakes when we're young Blaine. I could tell you some stories..." He let his sentence drop and smiled at Blaine who smiled back and looked relieved that Emmett was not judging him. He continued his story with a happier tone to his voice.

"When you're the only child in a race that only has children once, you have a large responsibility. Wiccans pass on their magic through the blood. You can't adopt, there's no way to pass on your legacy. As I got older, my parents had to put stronger and stronger binding spells on my powers. We aren't supposed to use them until we come of age, but I broke through most of them. When they at last found on that stuck, I needed a new way to rebel. I didn't have to try hard.

This was around puberty. The other guys were staring to get hair and flirt with the girls. Like my classmates. I got hair, but I didn't get a girlfriend. When you're as pompous as I was, you don't realize until puberty hits that you're different. I saw the guys, not the girls. I wanted men, not women. I was gay. To people like my parents, who believe that magic is power and with the only way to pass this power on is for me to father a child, being gay is the very worst thing that can happen. They didn't get the nickname Steel Hearts by being understanding. They don't think that homosexuality is a sin, or that all gay people are bad. However, for their son to come out of the closet...they didn't take it well."

He stopped here and looked at Emmett. He started rubbing circles on Blaine's back to comfort him. Nothing about the story bothered him. Well...that wasn't entirely true. He was furious at Blaine's parents. He knew one day he was going to kill them. To get his mind off of these dark thoughts he started talking to Blaine.

"Don't worry, I don't love you any less. If you thought your story was going to scare me off, you can breathe. You mind if I ask you some questions about what you told me?"

Blaine shook his head, and then lay it down closer to Emmett's chest. He was smiling now, it was like a sunrise. He lost his train of thought for a moment and then found it again in that smile. This boy did crazy things to him.

"Why do you call yourselves Wiccan? Doesn't it cause confusion with the...other ones?"

Blaine laughed. "That's the point Em, people can't know about us. We have our secrets to protect. The last time mortals found out about us, we had Salem. We don't want that to happen again. In our own circles we call ourselves witches, but with everyone else, we're Wiccans."

"So with your parents mad at you, will you still get your powers back?"

Blaine looked contemplative for a moment. "I know for a fact that I will get them back. At the age of twenty one, the spell breaks and they can't do anything about it. However, now that you mentioned it, I'm curious if they would want to."

"So what will you be able to do when you get your mojo back?"

Blaine smiled and started talking very fast with excitement. Emmett listened intently and at the same time basked in the joy radiating from his man.

"Everything. Witches...it's hard to describe. Summoning, transformation, levitation, divination. A lot of -tions. My father can put a seed in his hand and make a plant grow from it, resurrect a bird, and once when he was drunk at a dinner party he made the fountain in the kitchen flow with wine. My mother on the other hand, is gifted with potions. She claims that she started the Civil War with a potion made to make people see reason."

Emmett laughed at this. Seeing Blaine happy was all he needed to make him happy.

-Blaine POV

Blaine laughed easily now. During his story he was afraid that Emmett was going to look at him as something lesser. His life before he had been kicked out had not been one he was proud of. The way Emmett had totally not cared though made his whole day. Mistakes. That's what his life before was, a large string of mistakes. With Emmett though, he could start anew. He would get his powers back and they could build a life together. Emmett didn't judge, he just loved.

Blaine slipped away into sleep on Emmett's chest. It was a perfect setting. Emmett's chest was rising and falling in mock breathing. His skin was cool and the blanket over them was warm. It was a good combination. Despite this perfection though, his dreams were terrifying:

Blaine was standing in the snow. He was in the middle of a field and he was naked, but he wasn't cold. In fact the snow felt good crunching under his feet. Ht thought he was alone until he saw on the far edge of the field a russet skinned man, who was also naked. Jacob was there with him. Blaine was aware that it was a dream but he was still scared. Jacob's thoughts were usually centered around sex, and here they were, naked. Alone.

Jacob walked up in front of him, Blaine was paralyzed by fear. His mind said run, but his body wouldn't listen.

"My Blaine. Finally we're alone. I'll give you the world, whatever you want. All I ask is one thing." Jacob said with lust in his voice. The one thing he wanted was obvious. Jacob's cock was jumping to life. Blaine tried to walk away. He started going backward, away from Jacob. The other man wasn't going to let him leave though. He growled and pounced. Blaine braced himself for the inevitable attack, but it didn't come. He opened his eyes. Emmett was there, also naked (were there no clothes in the dreamspace?) Emmett was holding Jacob back with one hand, the other was held open to Blaine.

"Don't worry babe, I won't let him hurt you." Emmett's voice was calm, but Jacob snarled.

"He is not yours. He is mine, he will always be mine." Emmett just smirked and threw Jacob back ten feet into the snow. In a flash, Emmett was there next to Blaine. He leaned down and they kissed. Even in this dream, Emmett could make him feel safe. He would never be in danger as long as the vampire was there.

He was so enthralled kissing Emmett, he didn't see Jacob standing back up. He didn't feel the air vibrate. He did notice when Emmett's tongue was no longer in his mouth. Before him knelt the headless body of the man he loved. Jacob's teeth were bared as he stalked forward. Even in wolf form, Jacob was aroused. Blaine flipped around and ran, he got about two feet when a large weight knocked him down. Jacob was still a wolf. A large overbearing rust colored wolf. The claws hurt, the teeth digging into his back, hurt even more. None of that compared to the pain of Jacob's cock entering him. It was larger then it would have been as a human. Blaine screamed as he was split in two.

"Blaine, wake up. Blaine!" Blaine was shaking, and it was a moment before he realized that it was because Emmett was trying to wake him. He shot up. Emmett pressed himself against the headboard. At first Blaine thought that he was scared, but after a moment of thinking, he saw that Emmett was trying to give him some space. Blaine let his breathing and heart rate slow, before he sat back down on the bed. Emmett reached out tentatively.

"Are you okay kid?" He asked carefully.

Blaine shook his head. He was still shaken up. How could he be okay? Jacob could kill Emmett and then he would...He didn't even want to think about it. He didn't want to go back to Jacob, but he didn't want Emmett to be in danger. He would rather be unhappy in a situation then risk letting the one person he ever loved to die. Emmett was still against the headboard, his hand reaching out. Blaine leaned into the outstretched hand. He took comfort in this gesture. In this embrace. Comfort, had to be enough for now.

"Shh, you're safe with me Blaine. No one will get you. It's just a dream, dreams can't hurt you."

No dreams couldn't hurt Blaine, but the real Jacob could. The real Jacob could hurt him, rape him, and kill Emmett. He couldn't allow that to happen. He couldn't let Emmett get hurt for his sake. He was scared, and it must've shown.

"Blaine, please stop shaking. I won't let him do anything to you. My family won't either. You're safe with us. Do you want to tell me about your dream?"

Blaine shook his head. He didn't want to relive it anymore then he already had.

"Alright, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. You know you're safe here though right?"

Once again Blaine shook his head. "No," He whispered. "I'm not. Jacob won't stop fighting to get me back. I don't want anyone getting hurt."

And he meant anyone. Including Jacob. It really wasn't his fault it was the imprint. To kill Jacob over something like this would do nothing but cause Blaine guilt.

Emmett didn't see that though. "Babe, if it comes to a fight, we'll win. I'll do anything to protect you. No one will get hurt. Except the mongrel." He added as an afterthought.

"No!" Blaine shouted. "You can't kill him. We can think of something else, but I don't want a war fought over me."

Emmett chuckled. "A war? It's one dog, not a war."

"Em, if you kill one they will all attack. Besides, I don't think Jacob should die just for loving me."

"Loving you? He tried to-" Emmett had started an outburst, but then stopped himself. He breathed deep for a few moments, trying to calm himself. Finally, he spoke in a controlled voice.

"If you request that I don't kill the dog, then I will respect your wishes. Nothing is as important to me as your happiness." He sounded like he didn't want to follow through with this, but Blaine knew he would keep his promise. If he was really concerned about Blaine's happiness then he wouldn't hurt Jacob.