AN: Here's your update! This is probably my longest chapter to date for this story and I intend to continue to make my chapters a bit longer so that I can get a few of your questions solved a little bit quicker. I nearly suffered a heart attack when I looked at how many reviews I have thus far. We've reached 100+ you guys! YAY! You all are truly wonderful and I'm so so glad that you are enjoying this little work in progress! I apologize for any errors, let me know if you come across any and I will gladly fix them :) Now to answer some reviews!

Me: The scar on Sebastian was mentioned in Chapters 6 and 10 I believe, only briefly however. Hope that clears up some confusion.

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Mercedes awoke to find herself curled in her Blood Sisters arms. The familiar scent of jasmine and lavender enveloped her as Quinn breathed gently in the haze of sleep. Mercedes relaxed for a moment, listening to the contended thrum of Quinns vivid dreams, her mind stretching boldly enough to try to make sense of the ever-changing landscape that was Quinns mind. Mercedes was overjoyed that her Blood Sister had decided to join them. She felt more at ease now that Quinn was there, the part of her that was missing was made whole again. She could put her mind at ease, rest in the comfort of Quinns arms without having to worry that she was missed.

It was a relief to have the gold haired pixie back at her side and yet it also brought Mercedes a subtle pain. There could be no more ogling Sam Evans, no more admiring his undeniable power, no more craving the feeling of his skin against hers…those little moments they shared were to be washed away with the tide. Mercedes would have to forget them less she wanted to face the wrath of an angry Blood Sister. That sort of anger was unmatched by even the fiercest of Nightwalkers, Mercedes shivered as a draft filtered in through the cracked window of the bedroom. She turned in Quinns arms and let out a huge frustrated sigh, kicking the sheets off her ankles where they had decided to tangle themselves.

Part of her wanted to hate Quinns arrival but she knew that her jealousy was stupid and childish. She needed to get over this little spout of infatuation. There was nothing she could do about it anyway. The likelihood of her getting mated off with an Alpha was slim to none, especially considering her occasional dizzy spells that would deter her from mating regularly. If an Alpha intended to have a healthy set of werewolf cubs, they'd need a stable mother figure to nurse their children and bring them into this world. Mercedes probably could not provide that. She had a hard time keeping her balance when she was hit with a dizzy spell, which alone wouldn't bode well if she intended to carry an unborn offspring. She'd be nothing but a walking hazard and a worry to a potential mate.

The bedroom door cracked open and Mercedes squinted against the abrupt brightness. Honey colored light pooled into the room, haloing Sam's face as he peered curiously inside. "You awake pup?" he asked, leaning into the room, a hand still secured on the doorknob.

Mercedes lifted her head about a millimeter off the plush pillowcase and blinked at him, her mouth feeling too heavy to open and respond. Her head prickled as she picked up the soft snore of Quinn behind her. She'd have to be quiet if she didn't want to wake her up. "Blaine and Sebastian left, not sure where but they'll be back soon and I don't feel like chasing them down" Sam tilted his head to the side, long blonde bangs brushing his pale cheekbones. Mercedes swallowed, hard. She wanted nothing more than to reach over and trace the lines of his face, to contemplate his beauty with her hands and mouth.

She clenched her fists together underneath her pillow. "Are you comfortable without them being under your watchful eye?" she asked after finding the strength to open her mouth. Sam thought about that for a moment, his eyes shifting between Mercedes and Quinn as if he were silently contemplating whether or not the pixie like girl was truly asleep. "Do you mind if we speak in the living room?" he opened the door wider, letting go of the doorknob with a soft flick of his hand. Mercedes hesitated for a moment, not truly wanting to be alone with him. She had no choice, whatever he needed to discuss was important. So Mercedes sat up on the bed and pulled her sweater in tight over her chest, shifting uncomfortably in the over large blue sweatpants Sebastian had let her borrow for the night. She reluctantly got up, the mattress squealing at the loss of her body pressure. Sam stepped politely out of the way and allowed her to move in front of him, closing the bedroom door behind him with a soft click.

Sebastian had no fucking idea what he was doing. Here he was, cradling a grown man in his lap as said man sucked blood from his neck. So that was what was weird about Blaine, Sebastian mused. He was a vampire. Well this certainly didn't strike Sebastian as unusual as he first though it would; he'd seen things far more bizarre in his days in Omen City that was for sure. To be truthful, Sebastian acted on instinct when he saw Blaine lunging at that poor helpless woman. He was blinded by that odd look in Blaine's eyes, a predatory lust that tinted that hazel eye color to a rustic red. Sebastian had never seen anything like it before. It was beautiful, scary and yet mesmerizing. The way Blaine had lunged like a panther let out of a zoo, racing towards freedom…towards it's weakened prey.

Blaine grunted as his canines sank a little deeper and Sebastian simply continued to gently stroke the curls upon Blaine's head. At first, the puncturing of Blaine's teeth into Sebastian's flesh had hurt but the pain was replaced by a numbed sense of awe and wonderment shortly afterward. Sebastian trusted Blaine too much to believe that the boy would intentionally hurt him. He knew that Blaine would stop when he was full and the puncture wounds would heal well before they made it back to the apartment. Sam hadn't even realized their absence yet; if he had he would have found them both in a matter of minutes, crouched here in the field of an abandoned factory, resting in each other's arms as the scent of blood permeated the air.

Blaine's hands clutched at Sebastian's hair, twisting it roughly in his hands as he slowly retracted from the bloody mess he had made upon the handsome brutes neck. Sebastian felt Blaine's tongue seal the wound closed, feeling the gentle caress of a pair of lips settle upon his skin as the smaller man breathed deeply into the crook of his neck. "Thank you" Blaine murmured, his voice sending a joyous thrill through Sebastian's being. That rare smile fell across the brutes' lips and he squeezed the younger man closely to his body, not wanting to let go even though he had a thousand questions running in a crazy mass through his mind. He wanted to know everything about Blaine. How he had changed into a vampire, how he had kept this a secret from everyone in Lima, how he managed to control his blood lust back in the Nightwalkers den when he'd seen Rachel dangling over her own pool of blood.

But there'd be a time and place for all of that, just not now.

"Can you get up?" Blaine asked cautiously after a brief moment of silence. He felt full and slightly groggy although he knew that it'd be impossible to sleep. His hunger was sedated and he was filled with the sweet rare taste of blood so extravagant that it made his body thrum. Sebastian's blood was unlike any that he'd ever tried before, it was rich and plentiful but something about it sated Blaine, relaxed him and made him feel somewhat more reliant on Sebastian's presence. It struck him as odd; he'd never wanted to be around his prey after he'd fed from them. Then again most of his previous victims never survived much less tried to comfort him when he'd finished his deed. Regardless of that he found himself reaching out to grab the brute by the shoulders to hoist him onto his unsteady feet. He inhaled the rich scent of leather that was no longer as overwhelming as it had been before and wrapped a secure arm around Sebastian's middle to guide him. "It's alright" Sebastian swayed, his eyes falling closed. The older man let out a shaky breath, he needed to rest.

"Let's get you back to the apartment, you need to sleep" Blaine held onto Sebastian's muscular body even tighter, using his strength to move them forward.

Together they walked in silence, taking the long path back because Blaine was pretty sure that Sebastian wouldn't be able to scale the fence they'd used to get there. The air around them was stagnant and void of all wind. Streetlights flickered lazily, their light leaking through busted windows and over the heavy crest fallen faces of several dingy looking apartment buildings. Blaine felt a frown fall upon his lips. Omen City wasn't as extravagant as he had first assumed it would be. Of course it wasn't the Capital City so there weren't expensive buildings and wealthy people trouncing about with diamonds displayed for onlookers to ogle. But he had expected more from this place, it's population was incredibly diverse and yet there wasn't much progress in the development of the roads much less some form economic growth.

Blaine felt Sebastian's hand fall upon his shoulder and he glanced up. The brute offered up a small tired smile, Blaine could feel Sebastian rest all of his weight on him. He knew that at any given moment Sebastian was simply going to collapse. The loss of blood would take a total on his system tonight, it fascinated Blaine. Did this happen to other victims that were fed upon? Were there other victims or was Blaine the only vampire left in existence? Father Carlisle was also a vampire but he was able to maintain his place in the church because no one knew about his little cravings for blood. It still struck Blaine as odd, the old man was the most sinister being he'd ever encountered and yet no one else saw the evil glowing behind that mans false smile.

No one saw it but Blaine.

Sebastian swayed on his feet, Blaine grunted. "Just gimme a second" Sebastian waved away the concerned look on Blaine's face. The youngest Evans boy wondered if it would be much easier to simply carry Sebastian back. He weighed the idea in his head, he had the strength of a thousand men on his side…. carrying the older man would be no problem at all. It would only ruin Sebastian's pride.

Blaine supposed that the brute needed a dent in his ego every once in a while. He smiled and leaned over Sebastian's hunched figure, sweeping his left arm underneath the tall mans legs as used his right to secure the brute in his arms. Sebastian let out a shout of surprise, one that would surely awaken everyone in the vicinity. Blaine carefully secured his arms in place as he walked, making sure not to sway his steps too much in order to prevent motion sickness. Sebastian stared up at him with wide eyes, mouth agape as if he wanted to protest this newfound way to travel. Blaine offered up a crooked amused grin when Sebastian simply said nothing. He'd never seen the brute at a loss for words, he liked it.

"Just close those eyes Smythe, we'll be home soon"

Mercedes stared out the opened window, watching the moonlight filter lazily over the carpet towards her sock covered feet. Sam sat across from her in a stool he'd pulled up from the kitchen, arms bent on his legs so that his hands dangled just over his knees. He stared at her, taking in all the planes of her face, watching as sleep fell from her eyes and was replaced with full alertness. "I spoke on the phone with a few people back in Lima, Rachel's burial will be taking place shortly before we return" Sam spoke, smiling on the inside when Mercedes deep brown eyes came to rest upon him. He preferred to look in her eyes as opposed to anywhere else; those molten brown irises soothed him in a way he never knew possible. The thought alone struck him as slightly odd but he embraced the comfort her eyes possessed nonetheless.

"And now we must find Finn" she took the words right out of his mouth, as if she knew that he was going to address that situation next. Sam nodded in agreement, refusing to break eye contact with her. There was something odd about her. A humming force of energy flowing throughout her entire being, Mercedes didn't seem to notice it and Sam wasn't sure what it was exactly. It felt powerful whatever it was and the thrumming made Sam crack a smile.

"We're going to be pulling all nighters for the next few weeks" he explained, taking in the subtle tilt of her lips when she broke eye contact with him. Mercedes simply nodded, not trusting herself to speak too much. Sam took notice at how she sort of leaned away from him although she sat with her back against the beaten leather couch. He wouldn't admit it aloud but the action sort of hurt him on some level. He could have sworn that he was forming a secure bond with Mercedes but maybe he was wrong.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Sam asked slowly, leaning forward a bit in the stool he was perched upon to get a closer look into the young female werewolves eyes. He'd be able to detect if she was feeling ill, small powers like that were in his blood. There wasn't anything wrong with her physically, he would be able to smell her illness and yet he came up with nothing. Mercedes turned her head to stare up at him, her wide brown eyes staring unblinkingly into his. She opened her mouth to speak but shut it again, eyebrows creasing so close together that they looked as if they were in a state of mortal combat. Sam wanted to reach forward and smooth his thumb over the slightly puckered skin that made up the worried lines on her forehead.

Instead, he continued to analyze her, keeping his palms flattened directly on his knees in order to prevent from doing something stupid. He was worried about her, she was his comrade and he cared about her well being. "I-" Mercedes began to speak just as there was a loud knock on the front door of the apartment. Sam watched as she leapt off the couch, blue sweatpants doing nothing to hide the curves of her body as she strode over to the front door. She stood on her tiptoes for a moment to get a look through the peephole before unsliding the rusted locks to let whomever that was on the other side in.

Sam stood from his seat and walked over to the door as the knob turned, his eyes squinted as a familiar head of unruly curls came into view. He could smell the blood in the air as his eyes met the bright hazel ones of his brother. Sam made sure to mask his shock as he realized that Blaine was in fact carrying a pouty-faced Sebastian in his arms. "Special delivery" Blaine smirked, maneuvering around both Sam and Mercedes to get inside, kicking the front door closed behind himself with a loud thud.

Sam clenched his teeth together as Blaine set the tall boys limp body on the couch. "We will discuss this later" he growled, the sound echoing through his throat as he stared at the two men. He didn't want to speak about this situation while Mercedes was around, she didn't need to know about Blaine's little deformity just yet. He immediately knew that Blaine had fed from Sebastian, although the puncture wounds were probably long gone, the smell was inadmissible. Sebastian wasn't a weak soul either; he wouldn't have to be carried if he hadn't fallen victim.

Blaine cast Sam a glare, a silent form of bitter agreement. He knew that they'd have to speak about this. Although he wasn't technically apart of the werewolf pack he still had to answer to someone and Sam was the only one with enough power to bend Blaine's will. Sebastian simply nodded, his eyes never leaving Blaine's standing form. Sam cursed inwardly. This was going to be a problem. He'd never truly known what a person went through after being fed from, Blaine's other victims never survived. It appeared that one of the side effects was some form of infatuation. The way Sebastian stared at Sam's brother creeped him out just a little.

But even before Sebastian had been Blaine's midnight snack, Sam had seen that glazed over look in Sebastian's eyes whenever Blaine came in the room. The brute was like a lovesick puppy even back when they were younger. He was always curious about Blaine, asking Sam stupid questions about why the youngest Evans wasn't changing into a werewolf or asking what Blaine's favorite food was. There was no mistaking it; Sebastian had fallen for Sam's little brother.

Fucking great, Sam thought.

"I do believe that it is time for us to have a meeting" Sam sat higher than the rest of his comrades all of which had chosen to sit on the floor. Quinn was still asleep in the backroom and no one looked too enthused to wake her up. Blaine sat on Sebastian's right side close enough to touch Sam realized. Blaine didn't like for anyone to be too close to him. Obviously this was another side effect of the feeding, Sam thought.

Sebastian didn't seem to mind their proximity, every once in a while when he assumed Sam wasn't looking, he'd cast Blaine a small smile. The insides of Sam's stomach churned.

Mercedes sat on Sebastian's other side, her eyes focused on Sam with a look of determination. She wanted more than anyone else to find Finn and return him home in one living piece. "We will be up late nights, patrolling the area being that his scent is strongest in Omen and if the trail runs dry we will have no choice but to travel to Greenwich City" Sam stared at each person for a long moment, his lips cresting into a small frown. "We could ask around town and see if anyone knows his whereabouts" Sebastian offered and Blaine snorted.

"And that won't look suspicious? Young kids without police badges asking around as if they have any jurisdiction over Omen? I don't think so," came Sams brothers reply, Sam had to admit it, his brother was right. The Alpha dragged a hand over his face and let out a tired sigh.

"We're going to have to take precautions being out here like this. The urge to change forms is frowned upon out here, if you burst into a werewolf in the midst of oncoming traffic not only will you get yourself killed but being that I am your Alpha, the High Officials of Lima will have my head" Sam warned making sure to make eye contact with Sebastian. The brute was more comfortable in his werewolf form; he always changed whenever he felt like it back in Lima. They'd be in the middle of football practice and whala, there goes Sebastian sprinting down the field in his werewolf form, dark brown fur shifting with the winds as blades of grass tangled in his tail. He enjoyed being able to lick his own ass Sam supposed.

Sebastian offered up a look of pure innocence as if the idea of changing forms in front of on looking civilians never even crossed his mind. It truly hadn't, until now. "Why would I do something as stupid as that?" he batted his lashes in a false coy manner. "Maybe because you're stupid?" Blaine piped up and Sam watched as the two exchanged wide grins.

Sam simply refocused his attention on Mercedes, tuning out the other men's enthusiastic bickering. She offered up a lopsided smile and inwardly Sam let out a contented sigh.

That smile was all the encouragement he needed.

AN: Well what do you think? Will Sebastian and Blaine become more than just blood buddies? Will they find Finn? What's going on in Sam's head? Oh the questions! I'll be sure to answer them all soon!

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