AN: This is just another one of those things I started ages ago, then forgot about, then decided to finish out of boredom. It's completely random and silly but whatever.
Even if you don't like Twilight, this is mainly just a fun Glee AU fic anyways, just with a a few Twilight characters (just the pack) that will be involved, because yeah, if you didn't already know, I kind of write Jacob/Quinn pairing fics a lot.
There's a little bit of everything - supernatural stuff, romance, drama, friendship, humor, ass-kicking, and all sorts of other craziness.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
So, read. enjoy. review!
Unsurprisingly, Quinn's night so far is proving to be uneventful.
It's how almost all of her nights start out and though she's actually been out here for quite some time, Quinn knows it's only a matter of time before things finally get interesting.
For the most part everything around her is dormant, the exceptions being the crickets and the leaves that rustle in the wind. One would think the tranquility would be nice after a long, hard day (which, by the way, is still nowhere near being over) but the monotony of it all coupled with her already less than vigilant state of mind just has her pining for her bed - the one she hasn't had the good fortune to take comfort in since she woke up this morning.
Getting frustrated from her own lethargy and from the overall lack of activity going on, Quinn stops to thoroughly give her surroundings a scan.
If the supernatural beings of the world have finally wised up to the fact that Lima is not just another Midwest Podunk town they can take advantage of and are purposefully staying away from it, then she will be pissed.
Because, just as Rachel Berry needs applause to live, Quinn Fabray needs monster killing - and if she doesn't get her daily fix, she gets twitchy and then it's this whole thing…
Wait a minute.
Did she just use Berry as an example just now? God she must be tired if it's come down to that. She needs coffee stat.
She resumes walking after first taking a moment to stretch out her arms and legs, which were still a little sore from Cheerios practice, then made even sorer at training.
It's not an easy life she leads, being a vampire hunter and all, and while sometimes it's the bane of her existence, she wouldn't give it up for anything else in the world. Kicking ass, saving people's lives…it's an empowering feeling - one that not even Head Cheerio alone can give her.
She's been doing this for a while now and still no one (outside her inner circle, that is) would ever guess that she spent her free time chasing after creatures one would think only appeared in bad horror movies.
If only.
It just proves that the more innocent a person appears, the less suspecting of her people will be (and boy didn't that work in her favor a whopping one hundred percent of the time).
After all who would expect a girl who had the face of an angel (it isn't vain if it's true) and - when not in her cheerleading uniform - wore baby doll dresses and cardigans? A getup that, despite what Kurt thinks, is a look that totally works for her while at the same time sets her apart from the scantily clad young women (whores, really) of today.
And sure doing her job in a dress is more work for her but she takes pride in her ability of fighting off evil while simultaneously keeping her modesty intact (something which takes real skill by the way).
It was a talent she was sure glad to have when she had to sprint across the school's football field after last year's Homecoming, decked out in her coronation dress and heels (not to mention her homecoming queen tiara) as she chased after two vampires who tried to attack a couple loitering in the student parking lot.
She didn't trip over her dress once and at the end of the night, the world had two less vampires in it. But more importantly she had her second consecutive homecoming queen tiara, and also a gift certificate for a free meal at Breadstix - but that she used to barter with Santana in order to get the Latina to take over one of her patrols.
It's then that her cell phone starts to vibrate and without looking at screen, Quinn answers the call, already slowing her pace just in case she suddenly needed to make a quick change in her route. "Pick up on something?"
"No." Santana drawls out heavily, clearly sounding as bored and frustrated as she felt. "Not a damn thing. The closest thing we got to getting any supernatural action around here was passing by a poster of the new Paranormal Activity movie down at the Cineplex. Britts and I be totes bored."
"That makes three of us," she sighs. Meanwhile she's still scoping out the woods around her. "But things usually take a turn for the supernatural when we least expect it."
"Yeah, but in the meantime Britt and I are losing are minds doing nothing but walking around town over and over again. Can we like, trade off for the rest of the night?"
"Sure." she says, shrugging carelessly. Whether it's patrolling in town or in the woods on the outskirts of town makes no difference to her. "See you in a few."
She hangs up without another word and pockets her phone, then turns around, completely unaffected by the fact that she was no longer alone. The undead are surprisingly heavy mouth breathers when they're looking to feed - which is ironic considering they technically don't even need to breathe, but whatever.
Without a second thought, she attacks and proceeds to go to town on the nameless walking corpse who was stupid enough to think she wasn't lethal.
His mistake.
—
To Quinn's dismay, it's a quick - but not unexpected - spar, (newbie vamps were never too skilled and made for easy kills) and before she knows it she's standing by the remains, watching over as the fire she set engulfs the body.
The flames dance before her eyes in an entrancing way and she almost loses herself in them, but then quickly regains her senses. Taking her gaze off the fire, she leans down and thoroughly swipes at the dirt that had collected near the hem of her dress.
Her mother had always told her, a lady never engages in violence, and while she too had always believed in that, her opinion on the matter quickly changed the first time a ravenous vampire came looking to make a meal out of her.
No one makes a meal out of Quinn Fabray.
Still bent over, she furtively hikes up her dress a little and slips her hand underneath before pulling out the gun she has strapped to her inner thigh (she likes to thank the movie Miss Congeniality for giving her the idea - if an undercover FBI agent can do it, then so can she).
Once it's locked and loaded she swiftly spins around and aims the firearm at her new target, whose presence she had first caught onto while dealing with the vampire.
"If you haven't already noticed I don't take likely to creeps attempting to sneak up on me."
The figure steps from out of the shadows and she holds her stance, ready to take fire at any given moment. He was huge, she vaguely notices, his frame all but dwarfing hers to the point where she felt like she was the size of a field mouse.
But make no mistake, she was nowhere near intimidated by him.
After taking a quick scan of his face, she figures him to be of Native American descent and fleetingly, thinks that he's the handsomest werewolf she's come across yet.
Damnit, why is it always the good-looking people who end up being the supernatural freaks? Why can't the vampires, werewolves, and other weirdos ever be ugly, repulsive people?
It really wasn't fair.
"Easy there, Buffy." the werewolf says, his espresso eyes dancing in the firelight. He raises both hands in front of him as if it would actually make her back off.
After taking a second to roll her eyes, she gives a small huff and sends him a scathing glare because really, it's not as if she hasn't heard that one before.
If it's one thing she hates it's getting compared to a fictional character on a semi-daily basis, which is why she shoots him the shoulder, just out of spite.
"Jesus Christ!" he bellows, clearly having been caught off guard by the sudden attack.
"Don't take the Lord's name in vain." she admonishes automatically. She internally rolls her eyes again because honestly, what did he expect to happen?
She wasn't like she was just going to pull out her gun and then not use it.
She watches him pull out the wolfsbane infused bullet out of his shoulder before choosing to redirect her aim over his heart. Even if it wasn't a full moon tonight that didn't make him any less of a threat and attractive or not, he was still a dog that needed to be put down.
"You know you really shouldn't do that." he advises seriously, flicking away the bullet before redirecting his gaze. "You piss me off enough and you might just get hurt."
"Yes, I'm sure you're very concerned for my well-being." she drawls, unintentionally rolling her eyes once more before pulling the trigger.
Regardless of how cute this guy is she doesn't make small talk with her targets. Ever.
Unfortunately the werewolf is on guard this time around and easily dodges it, and before she can fire another bullet he has her pinned beneath his hulking body with her gun now out of reach.
Damnit.
"You know that eye roll of yours seems to be magnetic to anything I say." he comments, effortlessly keeping her at bay while she's struggling against his hold like a rabid wildcat.
"Get the hell off me!" she hisses, growing more infuriated by the second. "You egregiously moronic dog!"
"Such big words for such a small blonde." the werewolf teases, eyebrows raised. "I'm impressed."
She continues to squirm under his weight, not even bothering to dignify that with a response. What the hell, she mentally seethes. This guy was a lot stronger than the other werewolves she'd encountered before. The confusion must be evident on her face because the next time she dares to meet his gaze, he has this stupid knowing smirk on his face.
"Haven't encountered too many Alphas then, have you blondie?"
Oh for Pete's sake. Where the hell are Santana and Brittany? With her luck they've probably resorted to having an impromptu make out session behind the Lima Freeze. It's their go-to activity when they have nothing better to do.
She is so going to make their lives a living hell at practice tomorrow.
"What do you want?" she asks curtly, getting right to the point. In the back of her mind she knows it's kind of a stupid question for her to be asking, since werewolves usually opt to do one of two things to their victims.
Neither of which she will tolerate.
"And why were you watching me? Waiting to see if the vampire finished me off before you make you move?"
"Actually," he says pointedly, loosening his grip just a tad (she still can't overpower him though) and meeting her gaze firmly. "I was in the area when I sensed a leech and human nearby. I immediately went to check things out and when I saw what was happening, I figured to wait until you really needed help. But by the looks of that corpse over there you didn't need it."
"Of course not." she scoffs. "I know you males automatically assume that every girl is just a damsel in distress waiting to be rescued, but let me tell you something, I am not one of them."
"Really?" His left brow quirks while his eyes show amusement. "Cause you sure you look like one right about now." he says, his gaze raking over her before shifting it back onto her face. "You're clearly a damsel. And by the way you're squirming and getting all flustered, you're clearly in distress."
"No thanks to you, you mongrel!" she snaps, scowling at his insolent smirk. "You weigh like a million pounds and you're crushing my ribs. I'm suffocating here."
"Then I'll be sure to give you CPR when you pass out." he grins.
"I'd rather suffocate to death than have your dog lips touch mine for even a split second." she hisses, thrashing from side to side just in case he tries to get his lips anywhere closer hers.
"If you promise not to shoot me again or try and attack me in any other way," the werewolf begins with a heavy sigh. "I'll get off you."
"Yeah, right." She rolls her eyes. "How stupid do you think I am?" she snaps, though her arms are admittedly growing tired from fighting against Colossus' stupid iron clad grip.
This time the werewolf rolls his eyes and the next thing she knows the big lug is rolling off her. She has half a mind to land a kick to his face but she doesn't want to risk being thrown under his mammoth heap again - he nearly crushed her lungs the last time.
Stupid dog.
As soon as she's back on her feet and clean of the dirt she had acquired while she had been so rudely straddled, the werewolf surprises her by handing her gun back to her…sans bullets.
"I'll be holding onto these if you don't mind." he says, lifting up the cartridge before tucking it in his back pocket. "Contrary to popular belief werewolves don't like being shot at."
"Bite me." And with that, she turns on her heel, effectively whipping him in the chest with her hair, and storms off.
"Only if you want me to." She throws her head back and groans irritably because being true to his nature, the dog is trailing behind her like a puppy.
Go away, she almost says, but instead it comes out as "Try it and I'll castrate you."
"The last thing I need is to turn into a blonde furball during the next full moon." she snaps, her gaze flickering toward him when she realizes he was walking along side her now. She abruptly stops and whips around after noticing, her eyes immediately narrowing with confusion. "And you're following me, why?"
The werewolf snorts. "Who says I'm following you? I happen to be going this way."
He steps into her personal space and she involuntarily bristles by their sudden closeness. Despite that, she does nothing when he touches both her arms and gently turns her around so that she's facing in the adjacent direction.
"You, however, initially came from that way."
She scowls.
"Whatever." She promptly shrugs away from his touch, ignoring the weird sensation it left her with, and continues on her way with her chin raised defiantly.
"See you around, Buff."
"Don't count on it." she returns without a second glance, jaw set. Next time they meet - if they meet, that is - she'll be better prepared.
Maybe she could even talk Coach Sylvester into letting her borrow her bazooka….
—
It's when Quinn emerges from the edge of the woods that she notices her red VW beetle parked on the side of the road.
Right off the bat she wonders how long it had been parked there and prays for Santana and Brittany's sake that they just pulled up (because if she finds out they had been chilling in her car this entire time while she was left to deal with that stupid Alpha werewolf on her own, then she was so leaving them to walk home).
As she nears her little red bug she lets out a small sigh of relief. Her windows aren't fogged up which means she can safely assume that no hanky-panky had been going on in there.
Maybe they had finally gotten it through their heads that she was not okay with them violating her backseat.
She walks around the front of the car and waves fleetingly to Brittany after the blonde catches sight of her from the passenger side. Santana, who had been driving, gets out of her seat just as Quinn reaches the door, and climbs into the backseat.
"What took you guys so long?" she asks expectantly, slipping into her seat and closing the door along with her.
"We got distracted pelting acorns at the squirrels at the park." Brittany answers, taking her cell phone from out of her lap and tapping away at the screen. "We think they were possessed. See?"
As soon as she has her seatbelt clicked in place, Quinn takes Brittany's phone and watches the video she recorded of Santana assaulting innocent - completely unpossessed - squirrels with a slingshot.
All she can do is shake her head and hand the phone back to Brittany. It's not the weirdest thing the two have done while out on patrol, hell it didn't even make the top 20.
"Why, what's up?" Santana inquires, no doubt picking up on Quinn's less than pleased vibe. "Something happen?"
"Not unless you count the werewolf I came across." she mutters, still reeling from the whole encounter. With heavy frustration she puts the car in drive and turns the car around, then recounts to them everything that had happened.
Near the end of it she's left with a splitting headache (she kind of started yelling at some parts), one that almost rivals the one she was stuck with when she came down from her 'Vitamin D' high after glee club's mash-up competition last year.
That whole debacle, by the way, and those so-called 'vitamins' left her, Santana, and Brittany, bouncing around all of western Ohio like zany cartoon monsters with a disturbing thirst for violence and supernatural bloodshed.
In theory it sounds comical - if you have a seriously dark and twisted sense of humor - though in reality it was anything but.
Because the next thing she knows, she's waking up in some random corn field in Kentucky with Santana and Brittany, the three of them still wearing yellow Mash-up dresses (though by that point they were so soaked with dried vampire blood) and with a dozen decaying vampire corpses surrounding them.
It was an incident that not only scarred them (they all now have matching tattoos that they still have no memory of getting) but also left Brittany with the sudden notion she was going to become a children's book author - because apparently their vampire hunting misadventures made for some epic storytelling material.
Quinn could still clearly picture the day that Brittany showed her and Santana her first draft of her book (which was written and illustrated entirely in crayon and drawn on colored construction paper). Sure the book ended up being a rip-off of that famous children's book, If You Give a Mouse a Cookie, but she couldn't have been prouder of her best friend, especially considering the text was some of the best writing Brittany had ever done.
She managed to change the original text - "If a hungry little traveler shows up at your house, you might want to give him a cookie.
If you give him a cookie, he's going to ask for a glass of milk."
And turn it into - "If your teacher's wife shows up at your school, she might want to give you 'Vitamin D.'
If you give the Unholy Trinity 'Vitamin D', they're going to go on a crazy awesome killing spree."
(Not exactly the kind of material parents would want their children to be reading, but whatever, and kudos to Britt on getting that last sentence to rhyme).
"It was bizarre." she continues, the three of them still on the topic of her werewolf run-in. "He didn't even try to bite me or attack me or anything. Granted he did pounce on me but only because I shot at him twice…what kind of a werewolf does that?"
She's more or less talking to herself out loud at this point, not really looking to Santana or Brittany for any answers - since they probably wouldn't even have any to give (cause if she didn't have them, they certainly didn't).
She leans back against her seat and tiredly lifts one hand to run it through her hair. She's suddenly over talking about it. Nothing about that werewolf's behavior made any sense but she wasn't going to stress herself by trying to understand it - er, him.
"Sounds to me like the werewolf likes you, Quinn." Brittany says almost teasingly.
She has to suppress a shudder because honestly, she can not think of anything more repulsive.
"You know, Q," Her gaze flickers to the rearview mirror where she sees Santana leaning back in her seat with her hands clasped behind her head, "Considering your awesome track record with guys, you'll probably like, end up his mate or something."
The Latina starts cackling at the very idea and Quinn grimaces, because leave it to Santana to come up with something even more repulsive. Shut up, Santana is all she can fire back because it's too disconcerting of a thought for her to just brush off.
"Wolves mate for life, you know." Brittany says to her, smiling widely. "So if it ends up being true, you'll be just like his lobster."
"We kill werewolves, guys." she sharply stresses as if they've suddenly forgotten. "We don't mate with them."
"Me and Britt sure as hell don't." Santana responds flatly from the back, But who knows, you might change your tune one of these days." When Quinn lifts her gaze to rearview mirror again she finds the Latina flashing her knowing smile.
"Like that will ever happen." she scoffs, her gaze dropping back to the road. She could feel her face start to burn and in response starts gripping the steering wheel just a little harder than necessary.
"My psychic Mexican third eye is telling me otherwise." Santana replies casually, the smirk totally evident in her voice.
"And you know it's never wrong." Brittany adds, tapping the middle of her forehead and shaking her head.
"Can we please talk about something else, anything else?" she asks, exasperated by the topic. She is way too tired to be dealing with such…nonsense right now.
Her? The mate of a werewolf? When hell freezes over.
"Okay then…" Santana leans forward in her seat. "Why don't we talk about what the hell is becoming of our glee club? Everyone's hidden supernatural freakiness is like, all coming out of the woodwork. I mean, last week we find out Berry's a freakin' banshee and Finnocence, ugh, he dies and comes back more times than bad tv shows with cult followings do."
"He's like our Kenny." Brittany deadpans. "You know we should probably put him in a plastic bubble so he doesn't keep getting killed."
She looks over at the amused expressions of Santana and Quinn, before saying with a small shrug, "It's the least we could do considering it's kind of our fault he always dies."
"Hey, it's not our fault Frankenteen's always at the wrong place at the wrong time." Santana counters, falling back against her seat. "Berry seriously needs to get him one of those kid leashes. You think they make those for teenagers? I'll google it."
Quinn's gaze falls back onto the road and within that same instant she's hitting the car brakes hard, the motion sends both Santana and Brittany jolting forward.
"What the hell, Q?" Santana instantly demands, reaching down and picking her phone off the floor. "Trying to send Britt and me through the window?"
"Sorry guys." she apologizes quickly, "But we've got vampires at eleven o'clock." She jerks her head toward the shadowed figures lurking in and around the alleyway near Lima's one gay bar, Scandals.
"But my watch says it's half past one." Brittany frowns at the same time Santana exclaims, "Awesome!"
"Here I was thinking I wasn't going to get a chance to use these bad boys tonight." The Latina gleefully pulls her sai swords from out of her Cheerios letterman jacket and twirls them around in her hands like Elektra - who incidentally was the whole reason Santana bought them in the first place.
"Elektra's badass and smoking hot." Santana says of the character after the three of them finished watching Daredevil for the first time. "She's like my twin - only whiter and with smaller boobs."
Quinn's brows knit together in confusion. "And your point is?"
"Getting a pair of sai swords will take my badass image to a whole new level." Santana returns, as if stating the obvious, "So you're gonna buy them for me, yeah? Okay cool, thanks."
Quinn shakes her head at the memory and promptly gets out of the car, quickly running around to get their things out of the trunk. Santana and Brittany are by her side in heartbeat.
"Ooh, I want to use my nunchucks." Brittany exclaims, eyeing the weapons and automatically picking them out of Quinn's duffel bag.
"Brittany, just use your crossbow." she pleads after taking one look at how the taller blonde was already getting distracted with popping the bubble wrap around them.
(And yes, she had to put bubble wrap around Brittany's nunchucks because the blonde kept giving herself concussions whenever she attempted to use them).
"You're using these, Q." Santana declares while Quinn is rifling through her duffel bag.
After she gathers a few stakes, Quinn turns just in time to catch a glimpse of her prized possessions (her katana swords) being held out in front of her. She usually only uses them for special occasions - seeing as how slicing and dicing her victims results in much more of a bloody mess than the standard stake to the heart - or when she's wearing clothes she's fine with never wearing again.
She glances down at her white cardigan and yellow sundress attire and for a moment hesitates, but then she looks back at the shining silver blades Santana's waving in front of her and she just can't resist.
Because, if she's really being honest with herself, that frustrating werewolf encounter has totally left her in a Kill Bill kind of a mood.
—
It isn't until the last of their victims' remains are reduced to ash that the three of them finally emerge from the alleyway, still reveling in the adrenaline rush that came with battle and looking as though they were the last survivors of a horror movie.
"This blood is going to be hell to wash out." Quinn says, examining a lock of her own hair which was stained red, before dropping it and sweeping it over her shoulder without a second thought. "Oh well it was worth it."
"We are so badass it's getting ridiculous." Santana says, shaking her head with a self-satisfied smile playing across her lips. "We really should get like an award or something."
"Or our own Barbie dolls modeled after us." Brittany suggests happily. "Though I'd want them to be anatomically correct so the Brittany and Santana dolls could engage in sweet lady lovin' without having to go to the doctor's for corrective surgery. And Quinn, we'll make sure your doll gets lady parts too so she can have fun with G.I Joe."
Quinn chuckles despite herself and shakes her head - in her mind thanking God for putting someone as unique and special as Brittany on this earth.
They continue toward her car and as they draw nearer to it, she can't help but think she should really get a new one. Not that she doesn't love her car, because she does, it's just that it wasn't exactly the type of car a hunter wants to be seen driving around town in. Sure it went perfectly with the sweet and unassuming façade she has going for her but after a night of killing vampires she kind of would like to come back to something a little more badass.
"You know what I just realized?" Santana asks, her voice breaking Quinn from her train of thought.
"Sour Patch Kids are just gummy bears on drugs?" Brittany throws out absently, twirling her nunchucks like she would a baton.
Wordlessly Santana moves ahead of Brittany and Quinn, then twirls around to face them. The two blondes automatically slow their pace. Santana lifts up her bloody sai swords and gestures to the two blondes to look at their own weapons. She smiles expectantly. "Notice anything?"
Quinn drops her gaze to her swords just as Brittany's falls to hers and for a few seconds studies them all before lifting her gaze questionably. "Okay what are we supposed to notice exactly?"
"Seriously?" Santana's smile falters. "How can you guys not see that we're like the living embodiments of three of the four Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?" she exclaims with serious enthusiasm, making Quinn snort.
Santana could be such a nerd sometimes.
"Yeah, all we need is our Donatello and we'll be good to go." she drawls, playfully rolling her eyes in the process. Santana's eyes narrow in the same manner and she responds by sticking her tongue out.
"We could always ask Rachel." Brittany suggests, skipping back to the car, her swinging ponytail flicking blood droplets everywhere. "She's kind of like our unofficial member of the group anyways. And she'd make a cute Donnie."
Quinn scoffs. "Over my dead body."
She doesn't care how many times Berry's so-called 'gift' has helped them in the past, she would never even consider inducting that girl into their group - for any reason whatsoever.
"Britt," Santana starts in a gentler tone, ignoring Quinn's blatant opposition all together. "we're the Unholy Trinity. If we add another person we'll turn into a…a…."
Santana snaps her fingers and gestures to Quinn to fill in the word. "Quartet." she finishes, voice laced with heavy revulsion as she moves around her car to open the trunk.
"That doesn't sound hot at all." Brittany says, wrinkling her nose. "I change my mind. I don't want Rachel in our group anymore."
"Good. Now let's get going." Quinn says, closing the trunk once they've thrown their weapons in it. "All this dried blood is starting to make my skin itch."
Santana, after walking around to the passenger side of the car, waits until Quinn gets inside before turning to Brittany. "Britt, you sensing what I'm sensing?"
"Totally." Brittany nods, her hands stuffed in her pockets while she raises herself up onto her toes. "I can't believe Quinn didn't catch on."
This prompts Santana to cast a sidelong glance across the barely lit parking lot they were currently in. She watches the shadows for a brief moment before reverting her attention back to her best friend, with a small smirk on her lips.
"I have a feeling these next few weeks are going to be pretty interesting for our Q."
Brittany just nods her agreement and the two of them link pinkies for a moment before opening their respected doors and sliding into their seats.
The little red Volkswagen gradually fades from sight and when Jacob deems it at a safe enough distance, he steps out from under the shadows. He breathes out a heavy sigh and shakes his head, this night turning out not at all like he would have expected.
Or liked.
Eventually he returns to the woods from which he came, all the while wondering how the hell he was going to get that girl - Quinn, was it? - to accept that they were now mates.
A fact that he himself had trouble processing.
Frowning thoughtfully, he eases his way through the trees despite the territory being relatively unfamiliar to him. His steps falter when he catches her scent on the breeze, his wolf taking a moment to breathe in the aroma. In the same moment, though, he catches a whiff of vampire ashes wafting in after and with a wrinkle of his nose, he continues onward with arms tensed at his sides.
The two scents - that of one's mate and that of a leech - are not ones a wolf wants to come across simultaneously and though he has seen first hand that his girl was more than capable of taking care of herself (she was like The Bride against the vamps in that alleyway - which was both an impressive and terrifying sight) he instinctively goes on edge.
And all because his wolf had to go and choose a temperamental teenage psycho Barbie ninja for a mate.
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