"What are you talking about Blaine?" I asked.

"When I was human I use to dream the future. I dreamt this nearly a month ago. Only I watched this I didn't do it. The faceless monster did. I'm that monster." Blaine stammers he brought his hands to his face wiping more blood on him.

"Blaine we need to go home." I said hearing sirens towards the streets. He didn't move so I picked him up and ran back to the house. Rachel was pacing when I enter and she gasped at all the blood covering us.

"What happened?" she asked as I set Blaine down.

"I ripped, Rachel. I ripped him in to pieces and I knew it was going to happen I just didn't know I would do it." Blaine stammered. His breaths were shaky and uneven.

"Ripped who?" Rachel asked in a shaky voice on the verge of tears.

"My father." Blaine took steps back from us and went to my room shutting the door.

"I can't believe he is a ripper." Rachel mumbled.

"It was bad Rach; I need you to turn on the news to find out what they are going to say about it because I didn't get the body."

"What do we do?" She asked as thunder shook the house.

"It time for us to leave, call Neal, get pass ports for Blaine, we don't have time to wait for a real one." I said. She nodded her head and picked up the phone. I looked at myself and cringed at the blood Blaine got on me; I walked down the hall hastily and opened the door. Blaine was scanning a red notebook flipping the page violently.

"Blaine honey," I said taking slow steps to him.

"See! It’s all here, I hurt you, and I hurt Quinn. I hurt everyone. I'm the monster!" Blaine threw the notebook on the floor and pulled his knees to his chest and cried.

I wrapped him in my arms and he repeated, "I don't want to be the monster," over and over as I rocked him.

Blaine Rachel and I sat in her bed waiting anxiously for news about George. It turned out to be the last story on the 10 o’clock news.

"This morning, George Anderson, CFO of Save Print Copy was attracted by an animal on route 61. The animal has yet to be identified, and wild life service’s asks that citizens don't camp in Whitefield forest until the beast is captured." The news caster started another story but Rachel turned the TV off.

Blaine’s phone rang but he made no notion to answer it so Rachel did.

"Hello?" She asked softly.

"Um hi, this is Jeff, is Blaine around?" Blaine shook his head no.

"No he's not, can I leave a message?"

"We watched the news, the warblers send their condolences and we'll see him at the funeral." Jeff said.

"I'll make sure he gets that." Rachel hung the phone up and handed it to Blaine.

Blaine took the battery out and set it back on the night stand. "I'm going to bed." Blaine announced taking my hand and pulling me with him. We went into my room and Blaine pulled me into bed kissing me gingerly.

"I love you Blaine. I always will." I promised him.

"I love you too." He murmured pressing kisses to my jaw, "I love you so so much."

"Close your eyes; we will be out if this town soon." I said pressing kissed to his forehead as he fell asleep.