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"If you poke me in the eye with that thing then I am going to gouge your eyes out." Quinn snapped at her twin and Charlotte rolled her eyes at Quinn.

"Don't be dramatic Quinn, I'm just going to make sure that your eyes—pop," Charlotte scolded and approached her sister again. Quinn responded by baring her fangs, her eyes turning black. Charlotte stared at Quinn patiently which lasted five seconds. "Quinn you can't dressed up to this event dressed up like an artist. This is a formal event and I will not have you looking like a homeless person next to me. Sam said we had to dress up to make an impression."

"I think this is a stupid idea." Quinn pointed out swatting Charlotte's hand away.

"Yes, well Sam worked hard on it and he is our brother and we're probably supposed to support his silly ideas every now and again. He's been considerably more understanding and asked me the other day if I would help him pick out his suit and help him with a proper haircut. How did you ever let him get away with that monstrosity on his head Quinn?" Charlotte said with a shake of her head.

"He got me new paints, the right kind this time. I'd rather have him up on his soapbox I at least know to ignore him when he's talking. I don't know what to do when he's giving out gifts, its—unsettling," Quinn admitted. She's quiet for a moment as she finally allows Charlotte near her face with the eyeliner and mascara and she lets her twin work quietly. Only speaking again when Charlotte finishes and holds up the mirror, she will grudgingly admit that her eyes do pop a bit more. "He does realize that despite the fact that we do not share the same father it does not change anything right? He is still our brother."

Charlotte pulls the mirror from her twin's hand and begins to do her own makeup. "Always and forever," she says and she's quiet for a moment. "Speaking of brother's Quinn."

Quinn frowned slightly and began to copy what Charlotte was doing in the mirror. "Sebastian needs to go back to sleep before he brings our enemies straight to our doorstep. Besides dear sister didn't he threaten to kill you? Why aren't you furious? You have always been his staunchest supporter. His betrayal should cut you deeper than anything he's done before."

Charlotte laughed and smiled at her twin. "Don't give me that Quinn, you love Bastian just as much as I do. How many times have I caught the two of you planning to prank Sam, or have the two of you joined forces to tease me. You adore Sebastian. How many times did you two get in trouble with Sam through our lives? He's our brother Quinn. He's our Bastian, please don't put him back in the box."

Quinn doesn't look at her twin for a moment, "He needs to go back in the box Charlotte. You may think it cruel—"

"Every time you slip that dagger into his heart it breaks it. It's painful, and it's humiliating. You two can go off and have one of your adventures and I'll laugh when you come back the two of you drunk out of your minds while Sam has a coronary and yells at the two of you about how you should be better."

Quinn's lips twitch upward for a fraction of a second but she sighs. "You may think it cruel Charlotte, but it's for his own good. Bastian—" Quinn pauses for a moment she hasn't called him that in centuries. "This isn't one of Sebastian's petty plots. He has a weapon and he seeks to hurt this family, to tear it apart. He gave one of the daggers to the witches and wolves to use against us. Santana confirmed it when I noticed that one was missing. Sebastian needs to be put to sleep, before he hurts you and hurts us."

Charlotte is quiet for a moment. "How long?"

"Fifty years," Quinn says and Charlotte turns to her it's the most lenient she's been in centuries. "However if he hands over the weapon on his own, he will sleep for a decade. Sam won't like it but at this point he's right. Sebastian is too far gone. He needs to show me that he can come back and listen." Charlotte nodded, so long as she wasn't the one to have to do it. She hands her sister a tube of lipstick, and Quinn looks at it and frowns for a moment before taking it. "Can I give you a bit of advice Charlotte?"

"No," Charlotte replies immediately.

Quinn ignores her twin and gives her the unsolicited advice anyway. "Santana is a werewolf, they mate for life and for the most part when they enter relationships they are monogamous—she's also mortal. If you cannot give her what she needs which is your monogamy then stop this foolishness and save me the grief of hearing how she turns you into a baby vampire who can't control her fangs." She washed the embarrassment flush over her sister's face and she rolled her eyes.

"Quinn we haven't even had sex yet—and who said anything about strings. She isn't going to mate with me, and we aren't dating."

Quinn nodded, "Keep it that way then. Just like Rachel and I are doing."

Charlotte glanced at her sister but chose to leave it alone, there was a knock on the door to the bathroom before it opened and Sam walked in his tie undone and Charlotte looked at him before flashing to him and helping him with his tie. As much as she harped on his fashion senses, her brother did clean up well when he decided to dress up. "At least you got rid of that ridiculous Justin Bieber haircut."

"What do you mean ridiculous? Quinn informed me that I looked good in it," Sam said indignantly.

Charlotte turned to Quinn who smirked at her amusement dancing in her eyes as Charlotte turned back to him and immediately finished fixing his tie. "What have I said about taking fashion advice from Quinn?"

Sam flicked his eyes towards Quinn who had straightened out her face and was looking at herself in the mirror. But he smiled at her and shook his head as Charlotte moved away from them. "Quinn—Charlotte about my actions recently and keeping things from you—"

Quinn turned to him, holding up her hand. She wasn't going to deal with an emotional Sam, her quota for the day had been filled. "Always and forever, however if you hug me I will be very angry with you Sam."

Sam looks at Charlotte looking at her and she nods and he ignores Quinn's wishes wrapping both his sister's into a hug ignoring the very annoyed looks that Quinn is shooting him. They are his sisters, always and forever.

Puck frowned it was odd for him to be part of the inner circle. He didn't want to be part of the inner circle. It screamed of more responsibility. Responsibility that he didn't want because he was totally going to blow this joint and join up with team vampire with Santana. Sure Quinn scared the crap out of him, and so did Charlotte and Sam—but they seemed to take care of their own and Santana seemed to be doing really good. Plus they probably knew a bunch of sexy vampire ladies and with all the years they'd been alive they probably had some kinky sex.

"The rings as you requested, there hasn't been enough time to check if they work and it took far more magic then I was expecting. I managed to get it done," Shelby said. She looked haggard not that put together and Miguel shot her a sympathetic yet grateful look.

Miguel looked at the rings, the design was simple with a black stone in the middle of it. If this worked he would have them designed differently, but he wouldn't complain Shelby had created these rings as a way to help them. "Finn try it on," he ordered. If they didn't work and Finn got hurt then well it was an easy way to get rid of him.

Finn smiled proudly and walked up to Shelby who picked up one of the rings and handed it to him. "Put it on any finger, it should work."

Finn slipped the ring on his right hand on the ring finger the magic of the ring and he felt a surge of power and a shift as his eyes glowed yellow. "I feel awesome," he says in an excited tone looking up at Miguel who is staring at him studying him.

"Is that all it can do make his eyes glow?" Miguel asked frowning slightly at Shelby. He had expected something else, something that would put them on par with the vampires. If they were going into this negotiations it was going to be as equals with them. The real issue lay with the witches, the vampires offered better protection for the witches. They were stronger faster and their blood could heal. He had heard about the Abram's boy remarkable recovery. The physiotherapy was working well and he was healing fast. They were about to lose the support of the coven and if he lost the support of the coven then the vampire's power play would be complete he'd be forced to take whatever scraps the vampires handed him. With this they'd at least be able to show that the wolves were not going to be easily beaten.

Shelby smiled at him. "Of course not, Finn think about how fast you go as a wolf, think about being a wolf—" the change was instantaneous as Finn's mouth shifted a bit her bared his teeth and he moved, his speed was something else as he appeared across the room, flashing like the vampires did. Several of the men in the room jumped back and Shelby smiled. "Your most powerful tool in the fight against vampires was your bite, but I've managed to open the bridge between the wolf and your human bodies. You're faster, you're stronger and you can partially transform, you can control your transformations. It's the first set though and I had to create the spell from scratch."

Miguel laughed and grabbed onto Shelby's shoulder patting it roughly. "With this we can finally move against the vampire menace that has infested our city taking our daughters. You have the pack's loyalty Shelby. Whatever you need if you need your enemies vanquished then all you need to do is point." Miguel grabbed one of the rings sliding it onto his right hand feeling the surge of power. He had never felt more powerful. His eyes glowed yellow and he turned to Shelby.

"Quinn. She's the problem and it's Quinn who took my daughter from me."

"I'll do it," Finn volunteered smirking smugly as he watched as everyone but Puck rushed to get their hands on a ring. "She pushed me off the roof, and she stole my girlfriend. Rachel's not gay and she wanted to wait—who knows what things Quinn's convincing Rachel to do," Finn said and Shelby nodded listening to his words.

"Dude you need to let Rachel go, she already told you she doesn't want to be a wolf and she doesn't want to mate with you," Puck said and all the wolves turned on him. He took a step back suddenly uncomfortable.

Finn snarled at him and grabbed him slamming him against the wall using his new speed and strength not caring at the cry of pain that came from Puck's lips. "You can't speak to me like that, know your place." His tone was cold and his golden eyes. "Rachel is mine. Quinn stole her from me."

Puck turned to Miguel, he had never let this slide before. When Santana had pulled that line when they had just turned, he had been furious with her. They were supposed to protect not bully but Miguel didn't seem to care instead he was looking at the new ring and Puck turned back to Finn. Sure they had gotten into it before and sure Finn was a smug prick lately but this was fucking insane and he tried to shove Finn off him but he wouldn't budge. "Dude get off me." But Finn didn't budge until Puck finally realized that he was going to have bow his head to Finn which he did and he was immediately dropped.

Miguel turned to look at Puck and frowned at him. "You're still friends with my daughter aren't you?" Puck nodded and Miguel continued looking at him. "You've been seen with that vampire that Santana was staying with before they moved back to the old Grime's place." Miguel pressed walking up to Puck. "You've been defending them haven't you, and you haven't convinced my daughter to come back. Where is your loyalty Noah? She betrayed this pack. She joined with our mortal enemies and she left you. You were her friend and she left you. We're your family Noah, now come and join us."

Puck listened to the threat in his voice and his wolf immediately cowered away this wasn't Finn or Santana the full weight of Miguel's words hit him hard. This was his alpha and he could feel the primal energy coming off him like waves. Saying no to Miguel at this point seemed like a very stupid idea and he really didn't want to get beaten right now because whatever these rings did—it was probably likely that he was going to die if they started. Puck took the ring from Shelby and in front of everyone who was now watching him carefully. He let out a mental apology to Santana, he wasn't sure what this magic ring was going to do to him, and he had no idea if he would be still be himself as he slipped it on. Almost immediately he felt the presence of his wolf rising to the surface and he felt the will of his alpha taking over his own. It felt wrong, this wasn't his pack this was something else but that thought was quickly silenced.

"I think it was really nice of you to come Kurt and show your support for the vampires," Mercedes said, she was wearing a light purple dress and Kurt smiled at her. "I know you're still upset about what Blaine said and he broke your heart but that doesn't mean that all vampires are terrible."

Kurt nodded, "You're right not all vampires are psychopathic monsters that steal people's boyfriends. I'm not mad at Blaine, I still think that Sebastian is behind this, and I can't wait for him to finally be put out of his misery." Kurt said darkly. If Blaine was stuck with Sebastian for the rest of eternity then he'd do the right thing even if Blaine was going to be hurt and he lost Blaine forever, he'd give Blaine his freedom. He had only agreed to be here because Blaine had been texting him nonstop telling him to give back the stake before Sebastian figured out that he had it, or worse the Fabray family. It meant that this piece of wood was important and quite possibly dangerous, it had to be if Sebastian was frantically searching for it. He had brought the stake with him, a few YouTube videos had shown him how to hide it in his clothes.

Mercedes shook her head, well it was certainly a start and he was allowed to be a bit bitter about the whole thing. "They really went all out on this food, an open bar, there's Brittany and Artie and the witches are here. Finn and Puck and the rest of the wolves are already here. It's a party Kurt they want people to be relaxed. Sam worked hard he really wants there to be peace." No more fighting no more deaths, no more fighting. Sam had vowed that there would be no violence and that they wouldn't attack anyone who came here looking for peace. He had given his word and she believed him. She glanced over to where Sam was talking to Nancy, Artie's mother a smile on his face. Things were going well.

"Quinn we're under age," Rachel hissed quietly as Quinn helped herself to two champagne glasses and she was met with that amused look on Quinn's face as Quinn offered her one. She looked around carefully they were trying to show that the vampires weren't that bad and here was Quinn casually breaking the rules. She had spotted her mother around a bit earlier and it had been difficult to pretend to Quinn that she hadn't seen her mother for help controlling her magic. The hostile look that Quinn had shot her was more than enough to keep that secret for now.

"No you're under age, I'm lived several life times, and if I want to drink a glass of champagne then I'm going to drink a glass of champagne." Quinn pointed out taking a sip of the glass of champagne and offering the other glass to Rachel.

Rachel made a face but took the glass looking around half expecting an adult to come and talk to them and take the glass away from them. Yet no one seemed to notice them and Quinn smiled at her. She looked gorgeous in that dress of hers, it was matching her twin's. Charlotte had been quite pleased with the fact that they were matching Quinn hadn't been quite as pleased but the colors were the inverse of each other. "Quinn we should probably mingle or something you know to show people that you aren't some big bad vampire." Quinn raised a brow at this and Rachel rolled her eyes. "Well you might be a big bad vampire but they don't need to know that." Rachel smiled.

Quinn rolled her eyes this whole thing seemed like a waste of time the wolves were keeping to themselves away from everyone else and she needed to stay away from them especially Finn, the way he had been looking at Rachel had bothered her but Sam would never shut up about it, if she simply killed Finn for looking at her wrong. But even Puck wasn't himself from the looks of it, he wasn't shamelessly flirting with every woman in the building. He had barely even greeted Santana. Something was off, and they were all wearing those stupid rings. Moonlight rings, she was more curious about what they did more than anything else. There was this hidden tension in the air and while the witches were making an attempt the wolves were not. Miguel was staring at his daughter, Finn was staring at Rachel things might get heated soon.

Sam approached Miguel, "It's good to see that you've decided to join us for the negotiations. I hope that we can find a deal that benefits all parties involved," Sam said extending his hand as he met Miguel in the eye. He had noticed the new jewelry that the wolves were all sporting, Quinn had mentioned something about moonlight rings and it seemed that they were complete.

Miguel studied the offered hand and chose to ignore it. "Do you think we'd allow you to win over the witches? You know nothing about loyalty they are loyal to the wolves, boy."

Sam gave Miguel a dull look, "I'm older than you by several centuries, the only person who can call me boy is my father. Someone who you really don't want to meet Dr. Lopez. Though you remind me of him, so focused on one thing that you miss the obvious right in front of you." Sam heard a low growl from all of the wolves that were keeping near their alpha and he looked at Miguel curiously for a moment. "You are lucky that I have vowed that I will not harm a hair on the head of anyone who comes to this event, because I truly want peace. However, I caution you to stop being foolish and think of your pack."

Miguel's anger flared for a moment but he held it back, "That is all I do, and I assure you that everything I have done and will do is for the good of my pack. What we want is simple you and your kind to leave Lima."

Puck was acting weird, he would have usually come up to her and asked if she had sealed the deal by now. Remind her she was Santana Lopez and then ask for details when the two of them finally did it, or for an invite to join the party. He was her friend and he was a clown, except this was the perfect time for him to be a clown and he simply wasn't being one. He was staying close to her father's side and she noticed the rings on their fingers. Brittany was busy talking with Artie and she'd noticed Quinn looking over at the wolves' direction a few times as well. At the very least her father had kept his distance though she could feel the primal energy in the air, making it thick. She would deal with it later now she was going to go see if she could go make Chuck's fang's pop again. She only wished that she could open the bond and close it at will like the twins could. The fun she could have with the word less communication would be so much fun at Chuck's expense. All they would needed was some time to themselves, but the house was always busy these days and she wasn't particularly suicidal. Doing the things she planned to do to Chuck in the house with Quinn and Sam in the house would get her murdered.

She looked over at Quinn who had a champagne glass in her hand and immediately grabbed two glasses of champagne from one of the waiter's serving tray ignoring the man's disgruntled yell as she walked up to Charlie who was moving on from a witch she had just been talking to. "I got you a drink," Santana informed her and Charlotte met her gaze. The cool mysterious vampire façade was back.

Charlotte took the offered drink with a graceful smile and looked around the room as she take a sip, "Something's off with Puck. He hasn't made a rude comment at me all night, or made a rude gesture and he has tried to sleep with me."

There were times when she forgot that they weren't just vampires and that they'd probably be in tune with the changes in primal magic, they might not have known what it was before but now they did. "I think it's because my dad's in the room, having the alpha in the room—well they're on their best behavior."

Charlotte nodded that made sense, she'd ignore their new rings for now and she looked over Santana, she really did clean up really well not that there had been anything wrong with the way she had dressed before. "Santana this—" Charlotte turned as did everyone in the room when the doors to the room opened wide.

Sebastian stepped into the room dressed up all dressed up, with Blaine on his arm and a smile on his face as he realized that all the attention in the room was on him. "I heard there was a party and I was so disappointed that I didn't get my invite."

Sebastian was currently all dressed up in a suit with Blaine on his arm a smile on his face as he waved at his siblings, "There was a party and you didn't invite me?" He grinned at them though his smile though it didn't meet his eyes as he watched as both Quinn and Sam moved to pull him away. He was surprised when Blaine immediately stood in front of him.

"Sam gave his word that no harm would come to anyone who attended these negotiations in good faith. He isn't here to cause trouble and he really just wants to talk and make peace with the family." Blaine said and he looked at Sebastian who relaxed a moment.

Sam took a step to go through Blaine to get his hands on his brother when he felt Quinn grab him and put on a pleasant smile. "I told you going around and giving your word on things was a terrible idea," Quinn informed him dryly, all eyes were on them and kicking Sebastian's ass publically was bad for the optics even though she understood why. She looked at her wayward brother for a moment, "Are you here to cause trouble Sebastian?"

Sebastian studied his sister for a moment and shook his head, "I come under the banner of peace and to negotiate and to—" he glanced at Blaine who nodded at him encouragingly. "Apologize."

Quinn stared at him for a moment, Sebastian would never give up his position over them. Something was off with this whole thing but getting to the bottom of this would have to wait until after this whole affair was over. She looked over at Sam who was straining to get to Sebastian and throttle him before looking at Sebastian again. "Behave yourself then Sebastian or we will be forced to act."

"You can't be serious." Kurt said causing everyone to turn their attention to him. "He killed innocent people. He's a psychopath, you can't seriously be thinking of just letting him go."

Sebastian sneered at the boy and was about to move to go rip out his heart when Blaine held onto his arm, "Don't you need to show them that you can handle it Sebastian," Blaine reminded him and Sebastian gave him an annoyed look. "You're here for peace remember?"

Yes because he had lost the weapon, the weapon that would have freed them. Blaine had spent the last few days convincing him that this was for the best; that this was the right thing to do. Sebastian looked at his sister and looked at her she didn't look impressed and he could already see her mind working. "I promise that I won't harm anyone."

Kurt was closer to Quinn and Sam, "You said you'd deal with it." The anger was in his voice as he pointed at Sebastian. "He's right here so deal with

Sam frowned slightly, "I did and we will however this is a night for peace. Sebastian will be suitably punished by us however he is also correct and that I gave my word that no one would be hurt if they came here looking for peace. If Sebastian breaks that agreement then I assure you that I will deal with him personally. " Sam turned to Sebastian. "Do I make myself clear Sebastian?"

"Crystal," Sebastian muttered as he begun to move through the room people giving him his space as he approached his youngest sister who hadn't come up to greet him. He watched as Santana took a step in front of her and he rolled his eyes at her. "Charlotte, I'm—"

"If you threaten to kill me again I will shave your head," Charlotte interrupts him and Sebastian relaxes for a moment.

Rachel touches Quinn's arm and she looks over at where Sebastian has his arms wrapped around Charlotte, "Didn't he threaten to kill her?"

Quinn nodded before looking at Rachel, "He did, but he's our brother. As irritating as Sebastian is and no matter how many times he plots against me or tries to kill me, he's always going to be my brother and I couldn't bare spending eternity by myself."

Rachel smiles and looks at Sebastian who is talking animatedly with his youngest sister who is smiling, while Santana rolled her eyes at the two of them. She looks up at Quinn and there is a pleased smile on her face and she nudges Quinn for a moment smiling up at her. She was going to need to end the sexual relationship with Quinn soon, not today or tomorrow but—soon. Until then she was going to enjoy every moment that she could spend with Quinn even if in the end she'd end up with nothing more than a broken heart.

"The only thing that we want is the ability to feed and not to be attacked for it, or have our food supply poisoned," Sam said as the evening had winded down and they began the negotiations. "We will not feed from a witch—" Quinn kicked him hard under the table and Sam turned to look at her. She arched an eyebrow. Sam ignored her and continued. "Or a wolf," this time Charlotte turned to him and Sam shifted slightly. "Without their consent. We won't increase our numbers in Lima as well unless of course that person wishes to become a vampire. Those infant vampires will be taught how to control themselves before we allow them to mingle with the population In turn we will protect Lima with you, because this is our home."

"And yet how will you give back the lives you've already destroyed?" Miguel demanded standing up. "You've massacred hundreds of innocent people and you expect us to trust you." He turned to the witches. "You can't be serious in thinking that you will be safe with them around. They have nearly wiped out our kind, those deaths were just the beginning. Look at how easily they accepted the perpetrator of the crime into their fold back. They've attacked the wolves—they pushed my second off a roof because they could. They stole my daughter."

"No they didn't I left because you made that idiot your second," Santana said standing up immediately forcing the attention onto her and she was met with a low growl from her father and she took a step back for a moment. She knew that growl was a warning—she'd heard it many times before. She'd always backed down before it was almost like a warning, he was bigger and faster and stronger than her and she felt the bond open for just a moment and she wasn't sure which of the twins who did it or whether it was unintentional, but she could feel the calming affect she had a pack of her own, a weird fucking hybrid pack but it was hers. "They didn't compel me to leave, I left because I'm gay and I lost my position that I worked for. I left because you are going to singlehandedly going to destroy the pack with your hatred that hasn't been earned not from them. I mean sure Quinn is a bit of an ass to me, and Sam really needs to lighten the fuck up, Chuck has a shopping problem—and well Sebastian is well—an evil twink. They took me into their home when I had no one, they watched over me during the full moon and made sure that I didn't accidentally hurt anyone or bite anyone. They didn't have to do that and they could have let me rot, we had just attacked them but they didn't."

"So you think that we should let them go? Let them have run of this town? What have they done for this city? Except terrorize its citizen's and compel people to do their bidding. Haven't you forgotten they compelled you, how do you know they didn't do it again? When was the last time you had a vervain treatment?"

Santana held up her wrist showing the vervain necklace, "He gave me back my memories," Santana said forcefully and Sam finally held his hand up.

This wasn't a place to air out her grievances about the pack, "As you can see we haven't forced Santana to do anything. If you know Santana then you know how—stubborn she is. She is safe with us and we have kept her safe from the people who would hurt her, she is our friend and her enemies are our enemies. We are offering you just that our friendship. If you are threatened then we will handle it as your allies."

Shelby stood up and pointed at Sebastian and Quinn, "Those two have killed innocent people. You expect us to police your own when they still walk around with no consequences?"

Sam opened his mouth but Quinn cut him off, "Says the witch who practices dark magic, and hears voices. How many people have you hurt in your quest for power? You want to know what my punishment is. Sitting here and having to listen to you talk like you know me, like your voice matters and should be listened to. You claim that we are abominations, that we are against nature but you who have practiced dark magic are just as guilty of being an abomination as we are. Yet I don't hear people calling for you to be burned at the stake."

"Quinn. They don't burn witches to death anymore. It smells absolutely revolting and the smell lingers for weeks." Charlotte interrupted a bored look on her face. Quinn turned to her twin and Charlotte shot her an amused look. "They stone them to death."

Sam exhaled slowly instead of doing what he wanted which was reaching over and smacking them both upside the head, this wasn't the time for them to be—them. They needed to get the witches onto their side. "What they're trying to say, if very ineloquently, is that is our hands aren't clean but neither are the wolves. The difference is that we don't do anything in a mindless way. We attack if we are attacked, if you leave us alone then we are no threat to you or those that you care about. They are my family, I will protect them as they will protect me from harm. I know many of you have loved ones, have people that you care and cherish and you would hurt anyone that attacked them, you would defend them to the best of your abilities. Whether you are a wolf or a witch and we can understand the fear and the apprehension that you have for my kind but we are just like you. I am just like you, my family is the most important thing to me. I wish for peace so we don't have to worry about hurting each other's families anymore. War helps no one and the casualties will be immense."

"Is that a threat?" Miguel snarled.

"No. I'm simply stating a fact. A war is messy and loud and people will die. Peace ensures that we can all go about our business, without worrying when the next attack is coming. It is something that we should all work for and strive for."

Blaine frowned at Kurt. "This isn't a game Kurt, I am trying to keep you alive—if you think that it's only Sebastian that you're in danger from then you're wrong. It's not going to be just Sebastian, if Quinn finds out or any of them—they will have no problem killing you and simply taking it from you. Give it to me."

"Like I can trust them? They said they'd deal with Sebastian and yet he's still around. That psychopath is going to get off scot free."

"Sebastian isn't going to get away they will punish him, he knows that, I know that, they all know that. They are trying to not make a scene Kurt. Look I understand that I hurt you, but you don't understand what Sebastian means to me and yes he can be—the most infuriating person at times and yes he needs to learn to work through his emotions sometimes instead of just lashing out but he can be redeemed and I plan to be by his side when that happens because that's the Sebastian that I fell in love with."

"He compelled you. You're in an abusive situation and you don't even know it. It's like Stockholm Syndrome," Kurt snapped at Blaine.

"Do you know how often that happens in the two hundred years I've known Sebastian? Not that many. What you saw wasn't our relationship Kurt and if you hate Sebastian for what he did then you hate me because I am just as guilty as he is. I have done things too—to survive, for fun, I'm not the same person I was, I'm not that person anymore and I know that Sebastian can be redeemed. I've seen the good in him, I know how good he can be and I can't let you hurt him. I won't let you hurt him Kurt," Blaine said looking at Kurt. "Now—"

"Blaine—I thought you promised me that you were done with the human," Sebastian said and Blaine whipped around to look at him. "You were gone for a long time, and the wolves are still thinking that they have some power in this situation and I got bored so I came to see if you wanted to let off some steam." Sebastian said looking at Kurt.

Blaine swallowed this was terrible but Sebastian wasn't attacking though from the look on his face he could and would. "I was just telling Kurt that you aren't some evil monster, that you don't abuse me or compel me or order me around."

"Except in bed," Sebastian said with a smirk enjoying the look of disgust that crosses Kurt's face. He said he wouldn't kill anyone even though he was sure Quinn and Charlotte would completely understand killing Kurt.

"Sebastian," Blaine said firmly.

"What—you know it's true, do you know how much he likes it when I order him around, how much he begs for me," Sebastian asks stepping closer to Kurt. "He's mine, go find your own boyfriend because this is just sad and pathetic even for a human. He's told you no, and while I can understand wanting him—desiring him even, he is a fantastic lover. He is very much taken. Not to mention so far out of your league." Sebastian snapped at him. "Today is a day for peace but if I ever see you sniffing around him again I will kill you. You are human this peace treaty is for the wolves, vampires and witches. You are a nobody, and I assure you that there will be very few people mourning your death. My siblings certainly won't care if I protected what was mine and Blaine is mine." Blaine wrapped an arm around Sebastian, he couldn't hold Sebastian back if he wanted to but he wasn't sure just how long this would last.

"Sebastian that's enough I think he understands we don't have to be cruel about it," Blaine said looking away from Kurt's face. He hadn't wanted to hurt him and he couldn't let Sebastian know that Kurt had the stupid stake. Sebastian should have burned the stake the moment he got his hands on it.

Kurt held his head high he wasn't going to allow Sebastian to bully him. He had planned to hand the stake over but the vampires hadn't done anything and Sebastian was still running around, still being his usual psychopathic self. "He said he loved me. He left you, and I know you abuse that he stays with you because he doesn't want me to hurt you."

Blaine wasn't able to hold Sebastian back as Sebastian flashed in front of Kurt picking him up by the neck and slamming him against the wall. His fangs were out and he squeezed Kurt's neck tightly keeping it in a vice grip as Kurt kicked helplessly. "Sebastian let him go—please. He was just running his mouth."

Sebastian didn't take his eyes off Kurt, "Did you say you loved him?" Sebastian asked and Blaine's silence was enough of an answer as he squeezed on Kurt's neck tighter, choking him.

"Sebastian—you promised you wouldn't cause trouble." Quinn said quietly, from where she was standing in the doorway. And Sebastian finally turned to look at her. "Our brother sent me after you to make sure that you weren't doing just that. Put him down Sebastian."

"He's taking Blaine from me."

Quinn looked at Kurt for a moment and then back at Sebastian, "Sebastian, he's a human. He isn't going to steal anyone from you. He's going to grow old and die just like every other human does. So even if Blaine, if you want I can compel Blaine to make sure that he never turns Kurt and if Kurt finds some vampire idiotic enough to go against our wishes and turns him into a vampire—well then Blaine will kill him. Your hands are clean and Sam's little treaty is intact because no one cares if a vampire kills another vampire."

Sebastian loosened his grip on Kurt's neck slightly as he studied Quinn, "You would do that for me?"

"Of course I would so long as you put him down Sebastian, I won't even tell Sam that you slipped right now and you wanted to kill Kurt," Quinn said, she watched as Sebastian dropped Kurt who landed awkwardly on his feet and she nodded at him. Wrangling Sebastian at times is like pulling teeth but he understood. Perhaps Sam was wrong and he wasn't too far gone, or perhaps she was going soft. She had been happier lately. The sight of Rachel writhing on the bed moaning her name popped into her head and Quinn smirked to herself. She remembered why now.

Sebastian straightened his jacket a bit and Blaine finally relaxed and no one was paying attention to Kurt who pulled out the wooden stake that he had kept in his sleeve for the entire night. He had watched various vampire slaying videos on YouTube and he lunged at Sebastian catching him off guard as the stake easily cut through Sebastian's sternum and plunged into his heart.

The reaction was instantaneous the stake immediately catching on fire as Kurt yelled in pain, his hands getting burned while Sebastian turned to look at Quinn's whose face morphed into one of horror as she flashed to him as his body crumbled to the ground. She flashed to him and tried to put the fire out with her hands, but it burned her fingers and she turned to Blaine, about to scream at him to get some water, because Sebastian wasn't healing his body being consumed by the scorching flames, but Blaine was currently laying on the ground not moving. Quinn looked at Sebastian's face, touching it not caring if she got burned, letting the fire burn her body as she held him. She had been here before, and her vow to never lose another one, to never again lose another sibling after a thousand years had come crashing to an end. "Bastian—heal—please just wake up and heal," she begged as his body turned to ash. Her hands were horribly burned and her dress was ruined, but she didn't care as the sob that escaped her lips was anything but human. She didn't even see Kurt taking off as she held the ash of what was once her brother.

Her brother was dead—her older brother was dead and she had failed them yet again. She had failed him, just like Stevie she had failed Sebastian.

Rome Italy

"Hello, my name is Francesca and I am—an addict." Frannie Fabray said as she stood at the podium. She stood tall keeping her head held high despite the fact that she was currently standing in the basement of a Cathedral in front of a group of people.

"Hello Francesca." The chorus of voices say together.

Frannie looks up taking in the scent of the humans, she knows all eyes are on her and she could care less. She adjusts her clothing slight and looks into the crowd. For as long as she's known Joseph who sits in the front row, he's been clean even from where she's standing she can smell the stink of alcohol on him. His choice of poison vodka. "My parents had seven children, my older sister died of sickness, and my younger brother was violently attacked by a dog. After that my family fell apart, everything collapsed. My mother and father who had instilled such moral character me begun to fail my family. My mother was killed by my father and I haven't seen him in years. I have always believed myself to be above that—to be better than them, to be a moral person an upstanding person. I certainly understand the difference between what is right and what is wrong. My moral compass has never wavered, but several times my sickness has overtaken my moral character and I have hurt people. People who did not deserve it I have made into monster like me. I look at myself in the mirror and I see my demons, I see a monster that cannot be stopped or killed. And I am guilty, because I cannot contain the monster that is inside me."

Frannie exhales slowly and she sees that people are holding onto every word that she has their rapt attention. Violence, addiction, humans are so predictable. "I am not the only person in my family who has this sickness, and I know that there is no cure for it but I can and I must manage it. My siblings—revel in it. They feel no guilt, no remorse, about the people that they hurt. They use their hurt as an excuse to torment other people—to punish other people. They don't hate themselves, they do not see the monsters that they have become. I tried to reign it in as is my duty as the eldest but they would not listen. They don't want to get better, they don't even want to begin to manage it. They don't even think that they are sick and depraved. That they ruin everything that they touch. They are addicts just like I am. I wish I could help them but there is no redemption for those who wish to be redeemed."

The zeal in her voice makes a few of them nod and Frannie once again straightens her blazer, and she opens her mouth to say more when she stops and looks west. There is a shift and a frown crosses her face, what the hell has Quinn done now. She's curious because something feels off balance, and if it isn't Quinn it's probably Sebastian. Though she hadn't seen them in five hundred years. Perhaps it's time she found her siblings, it wouldn't take much all she would have to do is follow the bodies that they left in their wake. Perhaps Sebastian, Sam and Charlotte would be willing to see reason now. There was no hope for redemption for their wayward sister. Frannie looked up at the people who were looking at her. "It's been years since I've seen them and while I don't wish to be sucked into the drama. If I can save just one then I wish to do so."

AN: With that we introduce Francesca 'Frannie' Fabray, as for what's next well Kurt's actions have an unintended side effect and he goes to the wolves for help, the peace talks are destroyed as the twins are ready to punish while Sam, Santana, and Rachel try and keep the two of them contained and keep everyone safe. Probably a lot of flashbacks. I should title the next chapter in which shit hits the fan and gets everywhere. I do hope you seriously they're like little wrapped presents for me that are in my email box and I love them so much.