The ride to the hospital was silent. Rachel was white and completely silent for the first time since Cooper had met her and he couldn't blame her. The screams haunted him too.

He looked over at Duarte who was driving and studiously looking forward, his eyes not straying to any of them, the steering wheel cracking slightly where he held it. Annalei's head was resting against his shoulder and as he looked a few tears rolled down her tanned cheeks.

They walked into the hospital, up to the floor Blaine and Kurt were in and the private rooms. Cooper saw the shimmer of the force field and braced himself before he stepped through. When he did he wanted to burst out crying. Screams and howls assaulted his ears and his heart broke. His mother and father were standing outside of the door on one side of the corridor but looking at the other door.

“My son.” Dmitri said and enveloped Cooper in his arms as the man walked over.

“Papa.” He sobbed and felt his mother wrap her arms around him too.

“I am sad that this is to be our meeting place for our reunion.” Dimitri said in a sombre tone but Katarin shook her head.

“We are not all here. When we are, that is to be our reunion. This, is not.”

“Ever the sensible word.” Dmitri choked out, his eyes filling with tears as another scream emanated out of the room.

“Is he not better? I thought they were flushing the tainted blood out of his system.” Cooper asked, stepping over to his brother's room and watching the young man wrenching against the restraints. He'd probably have ripped through them by now if both his parents and the Count hadn't reinforced them with their personal magic. He'd seen the old man earlier; his great grandfather just placed his hand on his shoulder and sighed before he left.

Katarin shook her head. “He cannot take any of the blood they are trying to give him. He either throws it up or the bag splits open before it can be hooked up.”

“Why?” Cooper asked.

“I do not know, my son.” Katarin replied sadly.

Cooper sighed and walked over to Kurt's door. “How is he?”

“He won't speak. I placed another shield around the room so Blaine's screams wouldn't reach him but I think he still feels them.”

Cooper looked into the room. Kurt was sitting on the bed, his knees up to his chest and his chin resting on them, staring out of the window. The sheets had obviously been changed since the night before. He hadn't envied the guards, or Duarte, who'd managed to get into the room. There was blood everywhere, Blaine had ripped his own skin as well as Kurt's and it had taken all eight of them to hold the boy down while Duarte picked the unconscious Kurt up and ran him to the hospital. He'd been at the hospital and watched the sheets slowly turn red. The drops on the floor had been cleaned too and he closed his eyes to wipe those memories before he looked at his parents. “I'm going to talk to him.”

Kurt didn't move or even acknowledge the door opening and Cooper bit back a sigh. He couldn't believe the drastic difference one night was from another. Two nights ago they'd be joyous, sharing in the love and taking in the dazzling ring Blaine had given to Kurt and about an hour later when they'd calmed down enough, Blaine had gotten the matching one for Kurt to slip onto his finger. The next night the world had burned. “Kurt?” He called out softly.

The other vampire sighed and slowly turned his head. Cooper sat down the edge of the bed and for a few seconds they just stared at each other. “How is he?” Kurt finally asked and Cooper's lips parted, surprised. Kurt smiled wryly and spoke again. “Everyone expects me to be angry, to be upset, and to be scared of him and sure, I guess I am upset. I'm angry and scared too but not at him. I'm scared of whoever did this. I'm angry at them. Someone drugged my fiancé. My beautiful, sweet, loving, ridiculous, goofy mate and I let him do what he did. Do you know why?”

“No.” Cooper whispered but he had an inkling. It was the same reason he'd walked into that alleyway, why he'd let Blaine throw him across it and had followed him when he'd raced back to the house, even if he couldn't get inside.

“Because I love him, Cooper. I love the amazing, sweet, adorable, charming, strong, adoring man who's fiercely loyal to his family, has given himself and his world to me and the man who held me down last night was still my mate. Deep inside. The thing that made him do that wasn't him but the remnants of him last night, said good when I forgave him.”

Cooper's eyes widened. “He said good?”

Kurt nodded. “I think it was ‘thank you' in drugged to hell talk. I'm going to ask you again. How is he?”

Cooper sighed. “He's not good. My mother put a shield around the room so you can't hear him. He's screaming and roaring constantly, trying to get through the restraints. He won't”

“Why?” Kurt asked, his eyes wide.

“He's still drugged up. He won't take the blood they try to give him and I don't think they can or want to get close to him while that blood's still in there.” The older vampire replied.

Kurt's brow wrinkled in confusion. “So they're letting him die?”

“No, they're not letting him. I don't know what's going to happen.” Cooper said, wiping away the sudden tears that came at the image of Blaine wrenching his strong arms trying to break the restraints and wiped it. He'd have a lot to wipe before this nightmare was through.

“I need my fiancé back.” Kurt said, his voice strong.

“Still marrying him?” Cooper replied flippantly.

Kurt nodded. “Of course I am. I've sat here all night trying to work all of this out. I've tried to be angry but it kept coming back to him being drugged. I've tried to be scared but I just want to be with him. I've tried to find a reason why I wouldn't marry him but my soul cried out for him. I get that there are people like this around, people who are out to hurt our family, out to hurt him and we got sloppy, all of us because whoever did this was in your house, close enough to bring down a generation of the royal family but I can't blame him for that.”

Cooper nodded and wrapped his arms around the other blue-eyed vampire, sitting there for a few seconds until Kurt wrapped his arms around him. His parents outside watching over them.

The hospital was quiet. He pushed out his powers and felt nothing in the hallway. He got up slowly. His wounds had healed but after a day and a half in bed he was a little wobbly on his feet. The door opened easily and he checked the hallway, nothing. He reached out a hand to the shimmer in front of him and it bent around his hand. He walked through and was immediately hit with the sound of a long, pain-filled scream. Tears sprang to his eyes but he didn't flee back into the room like his body wanted to. He walked across the hallway and pressed his hand against the door. He could feel his mate's powers pressing, buzzing along all four walls, ceiling and floor but they weren't pushing him back. “Blaine,” He whispered and another howl met his ears. He sighed and pressed his powers out. This time Blaine's powers shrank back, accepting him as the more powerful mate for the time being while Blaine's mind was incapacitated. He opened the door and walked in, shutting the door and pressing up against it. Blaine was in bed wearing white pants and shirt, contrasting with his dark, cracked skin. His arms bulged, wrestling against the ties holding his wrists and ankles to the bed and his head whipped back and forth, his eyes still black as that dark night. “Oh my poor baby,” Kurt whispered and Blaine's head whipped around to stare at him, slumping down on the bed. His powers slowly pushed Blaine's back in and he sat down on the bed. He reached out and stroked his mate's hair quietly singing Who Are You by Carrie Underwood. Blaine's screams settled down to whimpers and Kurt leaned down, remembering how he'd brought Blaine and himself back from the brink and hoping it would work a second time. “I'm going to take care of you now.” He whispered and sank his fangs into Blaine's neck, sucking the infected blood out.

Cooper walked down the hallway with his parents and the coffee cup he was holding fell to the floor at the sight of Kurt's door open and silence from the rooms.

He opened Blaine's door in time to see Kurt vomit, blood pouring out of his mouth onto the floor before he was pushed backwards and the door slammed shut.

“What the hell was that?” He shouted and his father shook his head, smiling wryly.

“Typical Kurt would know just what to do, again.”

“What do you mean?” Cooper asked, getting up from the floor.

“He's done this before. Blaine's powers were hurting him before and Kurt healed him. I think they'll be ok now.” Katarin said and guided her son and husband back down the corridor, looking back briefly to see in her mind's eye her boy drinking his mate's clean blood and settling back against the bed, his eyes clear and golden again.

“Do you know why you're here?” Cooper demanded, pacing across the floor in front of three of his clan members.

“No, sire.” The middle one, Kolin answered.

“You're lying,” Cooper growled and the three men looked at each other warily. “One of you or all of you drugged my brother, your Prince. Why?” The man looked at each other again and Cooper's eyes flashed red as he roared. “Why?”

“We're not-“  The one nearest the door – Scott – started but shut his mouth when the other two hissed at him.

“You're not, what?” Cooper growled.

Kolin smirked. “What are you going to do to us? You're not of any strength, your highness,” He said mockingly. “You let us into your house and let us poison your brother because you were too busy dying.”

Cooper's eyes widened and his eyes flashed fire before he smirked too. “You're right. I'm not at full strength. I've been unaware of any treachery because I've been dying and then wrapped up in reuniting with my baby brother, a man who, just so you know, is still alive. Sorry. Now, you ask what I'm going to do. I'm not doing anything.”

“But you're alone, you're weak.” Kolin said, apparently unable to keep from digging himself a deeper grave, even when the other two were glaring at him.

Cooper smiled and sat on one of the desks facing them. “Oh, that's where you're wrong. You are aware that threatening, much less trying to kill a member of the Royal House of the Drăculești is punishable by death? As is harming a member of the Royal House of the Dănești, which you did by association?” He asked evenly.

The three gaped and stuttered then the one who hadn't spoken yet - Tim - replied. “I…I. Yes your Highness.”

Cooper stood up to his full height, his blue eyes hard. “Kolin, Scott, Tim. You are hereby charged with the attempted murder of High Prince Blaine Diavolo Anderson of the Royal House of the Drăculești, the grievous bodily harm and mental abuse of High Prince Kurt Dan Amorsa of the Royal House of the Dănești and acts of violence of mental harm against the aforementioned High Prince Blaine Diavolo Anderson and High Prince Kurt Dan Amorsa as well as Prince Cooper Radu Anderson, Lady Rachel Berry and Duarte Felicis. How do you plead?”

“Not guilty!” Kolin shouted and the other two stared him, horrified.

Cooper shrugged and asked. “Any last things to say?”

“We're not one of you,” Scott said and bowed his head under Cooper's hard glare. “We are Despoina. We wanted to kill the Princes. We also sent the vampire who attacked Prince Kurt.”

“You dare speak his name,” Cooper hissed, his eyes red then he blinked, they were blue again and he smiled. “Ok,” the three looked at each other then froze as he spoke again. “Daddy, kill them.”

The three vampires' eyes and jaws opened as the men they knew as His Supreme Highness Dark Prince Dmitri Vlad Anderson and His Absolute Highness Vlad Tepes Dracul swept into the room, their eyes black and their fangs bared.

At the hospital Katarin heard her eldest son's voice in her mind telling her the deed was done and she closed her eyes, combing her fingers through her little boy's black curls, feeling the calm waves still radiating off of her newest son as he lay against her boy's side, head pillowed on his chest. She finally drew the shields around the room back in and whispered against her boy's forehead. “Este de peste acum. Dormi copilul meu frumos.”