-Blaine POV

Blaine's first reaction was to do a spell. However, since he was still a novice all of his spells had to be spoken, he couldn't cast wordless spells like his father yet. That took training and time.

His mouth was currently being occupied by Seth's tongue though. He tried to say the spell to push people away but all that came out was, a mumbled mess. Blaine had to give Seth credit, the guy was smart. Whenever he pulled his mouth away to kiss Blaine's neck, he would use his hand to cover the witch's mouth.

"Shh baby, you don't need to say anything." Seth whispered in his ear.

On the list of unfair things in history, this would mark near the top. Blaine could not believe what was happening. Once again, he was under a wolf against his will. And once again he couldn't help but think about how yet another person was going to make it with him before Emmett could.

Seth placed his mouth back over Blaine's while his hands reached down and tore at Blaine's pants. Blaine had worn some of Emmett's sweat pants, at the time it had seemed comfortable, but now he wished he had worn denim. When Seth had finally parted Blaine from his pants and boxers he positioned himself between his legs. It was not until this moment that Blaine could fully appreciate how much control Jacob had. Jacob had lived with the same imprint for weeks without forcing Blaine, and yet Seth had taken only minutes to succumb to his lust.

Blaine could feel Seth's erection pressing into his thigh, and all he wanted was to stop it from going inside. He could handle being beaten, but he would not stand for unprepared and unlubed sex.

A snarl in his ear broke him from his thoughts. Seth was kissing his neck and Blaine knew immediately what was wrong. Jacob's marks were still there, this was sure to piss off any werewolf.

"It's a shame that Jacob had to mar this neck of yours Blaine. People might not be able to see my mark. This might hurt a little kid."

No! Blaine started to struggle. He would not let himself receive a third bite from anyone unless it was Carlisle or Emmett. For all his struggles were worth though he might as well have been fighting against concrete barriers.

As Seth lowered his head towards Blaine's neck, all at once the weight was off of him. For a moment he thought he was safe, however his would be savior's eyes were Paul's. He looked livid and Blaine would have rather been raped by Seth than go through what ever Paul had in store for him.

"You stupid fucking whore. Go home!" Paul shouted at Seth, who was not even paying attention to his former mate. His eyes were trained on Blaine, full of lust and wanting. Paul didn't care, he threw Seth into the side of Jacob's house. Between Seth's body and the construction, the house lost. Seth flew through the wall and yelped when he landed on the other side. Seth may have been a horny and newly imprinted werewolf, but he was smart enough to leave rather than fuck with Paul.

So now Blaine was with Paul, alone, and with no way to get Emmett. By now the vampire could be miles away tending to Jacob. Fear paralyzed Blaine, magic didn't come to mind, running didn't come to mind, all that he could think of was to reason with Paul.

"Paul, I didn't-" So much for reasoning. Paul's booted foot connected with his ribs. Instantly shattering at least three and dipping his left side into pain.

Paul knelt next to Blaine and crawled on his chest, making his ribs feel worse if that was possible. He started punching Blaine in the face, accenting each word with a punch.

"It wasn't enough that you broke our alpha. No, not for the great Blaine Baca. Then you come here and steal my mate." Paul was unbalanced, Blaine had never seen anyone act like this, not even Jacob.

"Paul-" Blaine began again, this time he was interrupted by Paul's hand tightening around his throat. The thing that most people don't realize about choking is that if done properly, you don't die from lack of breathing, you die because blood cannot reach your brain.

This is just what was happening to Blaine. His head throbbed, but it was receding, his vision was blurring, and his thrashing was slowing. By some unknown mercy though, Paul released his grip.

As Blaine was coughing and trying to get his head to stop swimming, Paul leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "No Blaine, I'm not going to kill you...yet. I want you to suffer. I want you to learn the error of your ways. To learn how wrong it is to touch someone else's property."

He stood up again while Blaine tried to speak. "A-Apag-Apa-" He couldn't finish though. His ribs were in too much pain. The last time they had been broken, Blaine had suspected a punctured lung. He had been such an idiot though. This was what having rib shards in your lung felt like. It was as though he was awake for open heart surgery. He didn't need the second kick that Paul launched at him to shut him up. The blood filling his mouth did that well enough. Once again, even without his powers Emmett was his only hope.

"If you try to cast another spell on me, I'll shatter your windpipe. How can I hear you beg for death if that happens?" Paul said in a sweet voice.

Blaine needed to get away, if he didn't he was going to die. He could already feel his lungs filling with with blood. Oxygen was not able to reach organs and still Paul attacked. His latest kick had been aimed for Blaine's kidney.

-Emmett POV

Emmett smiled as he walked away from Jacob. The man was fine, a little shaken up and crying but fine and no longer in love with Blaine. He needed some time alone with his thoughts and his guilt. The imprint had been broken, but he still had to live with what he had done. The conversation they had had was full of Jacob's tears, but at the end of it the wolf had agreed to live and move on.

Nothing could stand in his way now. Blaine was free, they would be free to do as they wanted. Emmett broke into a sprint, reaching Jacob's house. He hoped that Blaine was still waiting there for him, he couldn't wait to take his man home and hold him for a little while.

Blaine was there, covered in blood and on the ground. He was clutching at his chest and trying to crawl away from Paul. Paul himself was standing over Blaine, it didn't take a genius to see what was happening. And it didn't take a vampire to be full of rage at the sight. The scent of blood, the blood of his mate, and precum, and the groans coming from Blaine were too much.

For the first time since he had met Blaine, he lost control. Without thinking about consequences or the fact that they were on a reservation full of wolves that would surely seek retribution, Emmett attacked.

With a snarl he launched himself at Paul. The wolf didn't even see it coming. Emmett tackled Paul and smiled when he heard bones crack. The wolf let out a snarl and started to blur, he was trying to shift. Emmett was not going to let that happen. A wolf could do a lot more damage than a human. Emmett wrapped his hand around Paul's throat. Instead of slowly strangling the wolf Emmett squeezed until he heard the crack of a broken esophagus. Paul went limp and stopped trying to shift. His eyes were open and darting around, but Emmett knew that he would stop soon enough.

Leaving Paul behind Emmett turned towards his world. Blaine wasn't moving much, he was still trying to crawl away, but for all the good it did he might as well have been trying to lift a car. Emmett felt his heart start to break. Blaine couldn't die, he just couldn't. Emmett reached down to picked up his mate when Blaine let out a cry.

The left side of Blaine's body was misshapen as though he no longer had any ribs there. When he reached down to check, he had barely placed the tips of his fingers to the wound when Blaine started struggling again.

"Plea-please...Pa-Paul...I promise...no-no more." Blaine begged. It was strangled and hardly coherent, but it was enough to make Emmett run to Paul's side and stomp his chest. Paul coughed up some blood, but made no sound other than a groan.

Emmett took out his cell phone and dialed his father.

Em, did something go wrong with the sp-

"No, get here...now- Paul...Blaine, hurt...please-now." Emmett couldn't speak and his hands were shaking so bad that he crushed the phone before he could hang up properly.

Before he could kneel down besides Blaine again, Carlisle arrived and himself was beside Blaine.

"Is he...Carlisle- I can't..." Emmett still could not form coherent sentences.

Carlisle didn't respond at first, his fingers were flying over Blaine's body, checking pulses, making sure that the man breathing, and unfortunately causing pain to Blaine. Normally Emmett would have lost his temper at this, but he knew his father was trying to help.

"We need to get him home son." Carlisle said quietly. That wasn't enough information for Emmett. Get him home to die? Get him home to rest and get better?

"Is he...Dad, is Blaine. He's going to be fine right?" Emmett asked, bending down to pick up his mate. He had to work to ignore the moans of pain coming from Blaine.

Carlisle sighed, "What about Paul?"

"Let the fucker rot, don't change the subject." Emmett growled starting towards the Cullen home.

Carlisle followed, his voice was steady, but the news he broke was painful.

"Servillia and Carlisle might not be able to heal this, and there is nothing medically that I can do for him. Em, we might have to change him tonight.

It's all falling together now. I know this seems a little like Bella's transformation, but...