Blaine paced the confines of Wes' dorm room, restless. His Other continued to fight for control, demanding to return to Kurt, to claim his mate. It seemed the dark one had finally found the strength to control the creature in his blood.

"What do you mean you found nothing?" He growled at the Asian boy.

Wes growled back at him. "I mean exactly that! There was no trace of the hunter, no scent, no tracks, nothing to indicate anyone had even been there!"

Blaine continued to pace. "Someone knows I gave Kurt my blood. Hunters are human, there is no way they could know unless they saw us, and I know no one saw us."

"I'm having Trent investigate the students more thoroughly. If there is a shifter or witch, or anything else, we'll find them."

"How would they have gone this long without us noticing? We'd have sensed them!"

The older boy crossed his arms in front of himself as he leaned back against the desk. "I don't know, but I intend to find out."

Blaine felt even more restless. "Something isn't right. Too many coincidences. What are the chances of a hunter and some other supernatural being showing up within a week of each other? And we can't detect either one?"

…

Kurt shifted restlessly on the bed. He wasn't certain what had disturbed him, but he was suddenly aware that he wasn't alone. He opened his eyes, sitting up fast.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He snapped as soon as he saw who the intruder was. "And how did you get in? The door was locked."

The other boy smiled. "I tried to warn you. I gave you the chance to get away, to save yourself. Why didn't you leave?"

Kurt looked at the other boy in surprise. "You sent the notes? But that's not possible! How could you have known..."

Kurt stopped as realization dawned. He studied the other boy's eyes. How could Blaine have not seen it? How did none of them realize? "You're one of them. You're Other, like Blaine and Wes and David."

He laughed. "Yes, I am Other, and I've found a way to hid it from them."

Kurt stood up. So far the boy hadn't made a move to hurt him. "Why? And why did you try to warn me off?"

"I tried to warn you off to save you from the same fate that I met. They destroyed me, and they will destroy you too if you don't save yourself." The boy leaned forward, and Kurt had never seen him look so earnest. "I've come to destroy them before they hurt anyone else."

"Why should I believe you?"

"My name is Jeremiah Keller, and Blaine murdered me over a hundred years ago!"

Kurt recognized the name. Blaine had mentioned him. He'd gone insane and destroyed himself, burned himself alive. "That's impossible."

The boy laughed, and the sound was maniacal. Kurt rushed towards the door, pulling it open and running out into the hallway. Except it wasn't the hallway. He was back in his bedroom. And then it hit him. He was dreaming in the way that Blaine and his Other had made him dream.

He tried to wake himself up, but nothing happened. The laughter grew louder. "You should have left when you had the chance."

Kurt looked at the other boy, fear coursing through him. The Other in his blood cried out a warning. A scream ripped from his throat as flames appeared, forming a circle around him, trapping him.

The taller boy smiled. "Fire, the only thing that can destroy the Other. I'm sorry it has come to this, but they must be stopped."

"Blaine!" Kurt screamed, heat choking him. He curled up into a ball on the floor, lungs burning, tears blinding him. He was going to die.

…

Blaine was growing more restless. Panic began to well in him as he continued to pace Wes' dorm room. His Other was screaming at him. And suddenly he knew. He knew his mate was in danger.

"Kurt!" He cried out and took off, the Asian vampire following on his heals. They moved with unnatural speed. They could smell the smoke from the opposite side of the building. Blaine increased his speed. As he rounded the corner at the end of Kurt's hall, he heard the pale boy scream his name.

He could hear the flames lapping at the wooden door. He knew he could die. He didn't care. He slammed through the burning door. Kurt lay on the bed, still fully dressed, curled into a ball. He didn't stir when Blaine reached him and scooped him up. Nor did he wake up as the vampire carried him outside into the night. Sirens could be heard approaching from the distance.

"Kurt, wake up! Come on, please wake up!"

The pale boy moaned, choking, but didn't wake up. And then he mumbled something that had Blaine frozen in shock. "Jeremiah..."

Wes, David, Thad and Trent rushed out on to the lawn as the fire engines arrived. "Blaine, we have to get him away from here before the paramedics spot him and try to treat him."

The dark one simply nodded, picking the pale boy up again and following the others into woods, to the old gate house. "He won't wake up, Wes. He moves around and coughs, but he won't wake up. And he said something that doesn't make any sense."

"What did he say?"

"A name. Jeremiah."

Wes cursed. "Try and get him to take your blood. Hurry, before who ever has him enthralled tries something else to kill him!"

Blaine looked at the older vampire, confused. "Enthralled? How?"

"Not now, Blaine! You have to give him your blood!"

When the younger vampire just stood there as if in shock, David grabbed him by the wrist, bringing his hand to his mouth, fangs extended. He pressed one of Blaine's fingers to the sharp point, drawing blood, then pushed the hand down in front of Kurt's nose.

The pale boy inhaled. Multi faceted gem eyes snapped open, though it was obvious the boy was still asleep. His mouth opened and latched on to the finger, drawing deep.

When he could get no more from the finger, he whined. "More!"

The voice sounded nothing like Kurt, and Blaine realized it was the Other speaking through him. He sat beside the boy on the couch, opening a wound on his neck. The pale boy sat up and lapped at the red liquid, sealing his mouth over the wound, drinking deeply.

Nobody spoke, the only sound that of Blaine's ragged breathing and Kurt gulping. When he had his fill, the pale one sat back, eyeing the dark boy. "Wes."

The Asian boy moved up behind the glasz eyed boy. Kurt continued to stare at Blaine, never looking away. The Other in the auburn boy smiled at the golden eyes, and then spoke. "Do it!"

Before Blaine understood what was happening, The older vampire reached out and grabbed Kurt's head, twisting it with an audible snap. The dark haired boy cried out as the other boy's body collapsed to the floor like a puppet whose strings have been cut.