-Blaine POV

Pain. No, not pain. Pain was good compared to this. This was incomparable agony. Every nerve cell in his body was screaming out for relief. Very dimly, he was aware that a vampire was holding him. His body was raging and even though they were soft, the fingers did nothing but cause more pain. One small grace through all of this was that at least he was safe. He knew that no matter what vampire had found him, they would lead him to safety.

He wished he could breathe properly though. His lungs were full of glass and every breath only increased the agony. Somehow, he knew that one of his kidneys had ruptured, the pain in the area was wither that or they had chosen this precise moment to release a stone. Sepsis was beginning to set in and he felt queasy being handled.

Blaine came to be aware that he was set down, he tried to open his eyes to find out where when he heard the voice of his angel above him.

"If it's sepsis and blood loss and a punctured lung, I don't see that we can wait any longer sir."

Sir. So Emmett was talking to his father. Dimly, he was aware of a female sobbing, that would have to be his mother, vampires didn't have to blow their noses.

"We could heal him though...make it his choice." Constantine's voice, and then Emmett's enraged one.

"We don't have time for this! Carlisle, go get the sedatives and the venom. Blaine was going to turn on his birthday anyway, this is as good a time as any. I'm not going to sit here and argue it-"

Blaine wanted to nod. Yes turn him now, that would be the way to go. However, his head swam and fell to darkness, before Emmett had even finished his sentence, let alone before he could agree to it.

Some imperceptible time later, Blaine regained consciousness. It was still marred with agony, but he could open his eyes. He smiled at the form of Emmett above him, or rather he tried to, his muscles weren't cooperating. He could tell that Carlisle had tried to drug him to make him feel better but it wasn't helping except to make him weak. Or was that the blood loss?

"Blaine, baby, are you..." Emmett tried to speak as he leaned closer, but his voice was lost.

"Em," Blaine croaked. "Em...sorry-told me...warned me...didn't listen." Blaine apparently couldn't form proper sentences either.

Emmett didn't seem to mind though. "Shh, baby. It's alright. Carlisle gave you something for the pain, but-" He paused as Blaine let out a series of coughs, along with them Blaine also let out a cry. He couldn't stop the tears from falling. Coughing might as well have been stabbing.

Emmett let out a whimper, he must have felt helpless. It was one thing to save someone, but another to sit there with your boyfriend bleeding out and nothing that he could do. Blaine hated that sound, it caused him more paint than what he was currently feeling. He knew what Emmett was debating and wanted to give his permission before he passed out again, which was very likely at the moment. He was tired, very tired and his eyelids felt heavy. Even through the pain he felt calm, and his breathing came out even.

"Em, do...do it. Now." He whispered.

Emmett ran a finger through his hair. "Are you sure?"

Blaine nodded and let his eyes close. He could no longer keep them open.

-Emmett POV

"Blaine!" No, this couldn't be happening. Blaine had lost consciousness and his heartbeat was slowing down. There was no more time, using the training that Carlisle had taught him Emmett took the syringe off of the counter and plunged it into Blaine's heart. He injected the venom into Blaine's chest and started compressions. His heart had not stopped yet, but Emmett wasn't taking any chances.

Or at least he wasn't until the force a truck hit him and threw him into the wall.

"You fucking idiotic vampire!" Constantine's voice rang through the room.

Emmett was in no mood to deal with a pissed off father. He picked himself off the ground with a snarl. "Back off Constantine, he asked me to turn him. The venom is in, you need to let me push it through his system or he might not survive either way."

-Blaine POV

Wow. More pain. Blaine would have to let Carlisle know that the pain killer did nothing. It was hard to know whether his shredded lung was worse or the fire flowing through his veins was. It was like battery acid. No, battery acid would be better. Battery acid would be fun. This was...like nothing he had experienced before.

Oddly, Blaine found himself aware of what was going on in the outside world. He knew the sound of his father when the man was angry. He also could detect Emmett's raised voice. He really wished they wouldn't fight. It was bad enough that he could feel the pain of the venom, the attack, but to have his family fighting over him was horrible.

-Seth POV

Seth limped his way back to Jacob's house. At first the words of his ex-mate had terrified him into running home, but he realized somehow that this was wrong. Not only his attack on Blaine, but leaving Blaine in the hands of someone who was violent.

Seth was in the middle of so much confusion he doubted whether he would ever break free. When he had first seen Blaine, he had been so sure that the witch had been for him. The man was perfect and Seth had needed to mate right in that moment. Too long had Blaine suffered under the hands of Jacob, Seth would be a good boyfriend. A good mate.

The fear in Blaine's eyes had spoken to the contrary though. The man had been scared, even though he should have been elated. He was free of Jacob, at last. Seth had not needed Paul throwing him into the wall of Jacob's house to stop him. At the very least he would have stopped to explain to Blaine what he was feeling.

Now that things had calmed down a little, he was unsure of anything that he felt. A part of him still loved Paul. The man could be an asshole, and controlling, and...physical, but he was a good man most of the time. His relationship with Paul had not taken the turn that Jacob's had with Blaine. Paul could be a great mate.

He also felt something towards Blaine. At first he thought it might have been love, but now he was unsure. Regardless, he did feel the need to go and check on Blaine. He may have been unsure where his heart was, but his mind was set on preventing a death if he could.

Will Constantine let his son be turned? Will Seth get his head cleared? Is Paul going to survive?