AN: Violet is back in action! *que the cheesy music* Okay sorry for being sooooo late. I vow to be steady with updates from now on, I feel as if I'm losing you guys :/ Oh and before I forget, all of you Twilight fans ( I know you're out there) please check out my very first attempt at a Twilight Fanfiction. It is titled Breaking Italy, don't be shy leave me a review on it if you please. I apologize for spelling errors. On with review responses! Shall we?

WakeWood: It was no big deal! Thank you for reviewing my stories! You're so sweet.

lovessamcedes: Ahh Quinn the Cockblock, it's fitting for her in this story no?

Looooove story: aww thanks so much for your kind review! I hope that this chapter (although it's short) doesn't disappoint you!

Sorce: Thanks so sticking with me! I promise these chapters will get longer, I just have to find the right inspiration.

Me: I get the feeling that Finn's paranoia is all in his head...We'll have to find out!

Princess976: I am so glad you are sticking with me, as for your questions? They'll all be answered, Mercedes is also wondering why Rachel and Finn went to Omen, I'll get to that as soon as possible :)

On with the story!

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The group of three walked silently together down the crowded streets. They passed by several vendors who called the woman-or Santana as she was known- by her name, tossing her quick smiles before they resumed scamming naïve tourists out of their money. Finn felt slightly out of place as he walked beside the other two, he was taller then both of them by at least a foot and change. As he maneuvered his body through the foot traffic, he found it hard to match his awkward pace with their fluid footing. He had to dodge low hanging signs and step over people who were sitting on the sidewalk. Beside him Kurt matched his long clumsy strides, taking two short steps of his own to keep up with Finn's stumbling spidery legs. His blue eyes gazed up at Finn curiously as his hand brushed over the side of Finn's hip with every swing of his tattoo covered arms.

"Where are we headed?" Finn asked trying to maintain calm although his insides turned with the feeling of doubt. He didn't know his way around Omen, had no idea where on earth he was heading and how to escape if necessary. His senses weren't strong like the other werewolves; they dimmed with each passing month that Finn rejected his wolf form. Kurt simply smiled, fingertips stroking delicately over Finn's knuckles, "We're going to our head quarters of course". Finn opened his mouth to question Kurt but was rewarded with a bright smile from the shorter boy, one that shut him up, leaving Finn's next question to dry up and shrivel away in the back of his throat.

Santana chuckled at that, glancing at the pair from over her shoulder and casting them a wide red lipped smile. Every now and then she'd turn to look at them. Be it in their reflection in the mirrors or the cleaned windows of the passing stores they encountered on the sidewalks. Finn felt as if he were constantly under their gaze, they were accessing him. Taking in his built form and storing away little habits that they noticed, trends in his every moment. For what, Finn was unsure. His insides twisted uneasily, whatever they saw in him they obviously liked. Maybe that was the reason Kurt insisted on standing beside him at every available moment, touching him, brushing his body against Finn's subtly and casting him gazing filled with what appeared to be lust. It was bizarre to Finn but he pretended not to notice the staring and the hands that belonged to Kurt touching his body every so often. When Finn felt his heart stutter in his chest, he glanced down to find Kurt's hand resting in his own, tanned skin against pale, a trickle of heat to slithering up Finn's arm. "Don't worry so much" Santana rolled her eyes at Finn as she glanced at his reflection again through a nearby closed window, "Your thoughts are incredibly loud"

Inwardly Finn cursed himself. He had forgotten that he wasn't the only one in their trio with magical powers of some sort. Santana could read minds and Kurt? Well Finn had no fucking idea what Kurt was but he knew that whatever powers he held were powerful, so powerful in fact that Finn was unable to resist the boy anything. Even when he knew that he could easily over power Kurt if he needed to, one look in those haunting blue eyes and Finn would be pulled right under. Into a chaotic abyss of white uncertainty while that lullaby filled his ears. He would drown, or at least it would feel like he was drowning. The blue eyed boy certainly scared him, his power was a wild card and Finn still had no fucking idea what it was or how to win against it.

Kurt continued, squeezing Finn's hand gently as he cooed, "You're in good hands"

Just as Finn felt himself relaxing into a comfortable walking pace beside the other two, he felt something cold and hard hit him on the back of the head. He staggered for a moment, feeling Kurt release his hand and hearing someone call name as he began to fall face forward onto the cement sidewalk.

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He was being carried, long muscled arms hefted his body unsteadily forward and he could hear someone grunting as his feet periodically brushed against the ground. The air was heavy on his shoulders; an array of smells threatening to send him back under and into a state of full unconsciousness. Finn groaned, finding it too difficult to open his eyes. Fingers found their way onto his forehead, wiping away the dampness that settled just over his quivering eyebrows.

"Took quite a fall there wolf boy," a melodic voice whispered, amusement evident in the persons tone. Finn grunted at the statement, feeling the pain hit the back of his neck as he tried to move his head toward the sound of the voice. The muscled body carrying his own soon disappeared, replaced with a soft surface that smelled faintly of clean sheets. Finn felt his torso sink underneath the soft cloud like surface, his body betrayed him by relaxing instead of remaining on high alert. A cool sheet was placed tightly around Finn's legs. The werewolf attempted to struggle for a moment before a feeling of calm settled over him, it was strange, he felt as if his emotions were being manipulated by an outside force.

He found it even more difficult to evade the feeling of serenity that infiltrated his system and eventually gave up fighting it. His head sagged dejectedly against a pillow settled behind his head as a faint sound of humming filled his ears again. The sound reminded Finn of the odd lullaby Kurt had used on him, the lullaby that hypnotized him even if only for a brief moment. "Get some rest there wolf boy" the voice came at Finn's ear, "We're going to need you to be nice and healthy".

The soft feeling of lips were placed upon Finn's mouth and he attempted to shift away from the foreign scent filling his noise. Someone laughed yet again as the lips left his own, taking the strong scent with them.

"Oh yes, he'll surely come in handy"

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Sam counted the heads of his pack silently as they made their way through the now crowded streets of Omen. He could smell Finn's scent in the air, it was old but not more then a few hours old. They were getting closer. "He was here not long ago" Sam tilted his head back to inhale the smell, glancing at his other comrades as they did the same. Mercedes nodded, eyebrows creased together as she stared blankly ahead. Her eyes were glazed over, lips set in a frown. Sam had seen that look on her face before, back when they first came to Omen. She was concentrating and Sam knew better then to interfere. Whatever odd aura she had radiating around her had allowed them to find Rachel; maybe she could find Finn too.

"He's not alone" she whispered so quickly that Sam had to lean in order to catch every word she said. Quinn stood on Mercedes other side and cast her a look of disbelief, her hands on her hips. "How would you know that?" she asked indignantly, rolling her eyes. Mercedes ignored her Blood Sister for a long moment, taking a step forward into the wading tide of people passing by.

Blaine and Sebastian flanked her on either side, scanning the crowd with careful eyes, making sure to spare every human within viewing range a second glance. Sam knew that they didn't want to miss a single person within the vicinity. Finn wasn't hard to miss but he could easily disappear in a crowd like this. Sam cocked his head to the side, making sure to observe the crowd as well. Mercedes began to move forward, flanked on either side by Blaine and Sebastian. Sam could hear Quinn mutter something under her breath but he paid her no attention. He still didn't understand why she felt the urge to stick around them if she couldn't stand being in their company. Many times he wanted to order her to go home but he knew that she'd be back when she felt that he was no longer angered by her presence.

Instead, Sam simply continued to glance around every now and again, keeping an eye on Mercedes as a smile toyed with his lips. He was proud of her. She was leading them just like a female Alpha would, with the sole purpose to save a lost comrade.

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Mercedes knew that Finn had been here only hours before. She could smell his scent, a mixture of pinewood and Dove soap. He had been here but like she said, he wasn't alone. Maybe he knew a few people in Omen City? Mercedes shook her head at that thought, Finn wasn't exactly social, he wouldn't dare leave Lima without coming back and giving her the scoop about his adventures in pain staking detail. She would know if he met someone in Omen, she would have been the first to know. So she followed her nose, trying not to worry too much. She knew that they'd find Finn but what truly worried her was, would they find him in one piece?

Mercedes shook herself, she couldn't think like that. Not when she was thinking about her friend..This was Finn Hudson for fucks sake. Of course he'd be okay. He had to be, for everyone's sake and for his own as well. He couldn't have strayed too far. Mercedes was certain that she'd find him, that they'd find him. So that they could return to Lima safely and pretend this whole whirlwind of insanity never took place. She wondered why Rachel and Finn had come here anyway. What their mission had been and why Rachel was so brutally murdered. It was strange to her how Finn wasn't right there in the abandoned building, fighting off the Nightwalkers to avenge his girlfriend death. Maybe he tried but there were too many…Mercedes didn't know but she was certain she'd fin the answers as soon as she found Finn.

She stopped in her tracks, someone bumping against her. Hands came up to steady her as she swayed off kilter and to the left dizzily, eyes swimming momentarily in their sockets. This wasn't a feeling she'd ever felt before. Each breath came out in soft quickened pants, she tried to focus on the dull thud of her heart beat that pulsated within her ears but the sound seemed to grow faint as her breathing quickened.

Something was wrong, something was terribly terribly wrong.

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AN: AHH Cliffhangers! I promise the next chapter will be a bit longer, I've been a busy bee lately getting ready for school to start back up.

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