Chapter 1: The Best is Yet to Come.

A/N: AU Characters; I love the actors and their namesake. The personality RIB gives them- not so much. In this particular fanfiction, Quinn is a vampire. She has her sights set on a particular delicious smelling Berry.

Disclaimer: No. Just no.

1870; North Carolina

The brunette was standing before the full length mirror while her attendants hustled and bustled about, prepping her for a meeting. It had taken quite a bit of convincing, but she had finally managed to acquire the dress she was wearing. Velvet, silk, and lace, some of the world's finest materials, and she was wearing them all. The dress itself was a light purple- the colour of true royalty - and an off white colour - representing purity. Though she was neither royalty nor pure, the act was a necessity for young ladies in her time and era.

The brunette's breath hitched in her throat once she caught sight of the elegant blonde's reflection in her mirror. She looked amazing as always, her hazel eyes managing to penetrate deep into her heart, even through a mirror. "Thank you, that will be all." she said to her attendants. Once the room was devoid of all life other than the two girls, the blonde stepped inside, closing the door behind her. "Elizabeth." she said clearly, coming up behind the brunette, placing a hand on the small of her back. The brunette let out a barely-there moan at the contact, turning to face the taller girl. Elizabeth quickly wrapped her arms around the other girl's neck, pecking her lips eagerly, trying to convey just how much she missed her lover.

The blonde, however, did not return the kisses. She pulled Elizabeth away from her, pupils blown, her eyes appearing fully black. Elizabeth's own pair of blue orbs widened as she took a step back, reaching for the crucifix at her bedside. "No." she whispered faintly, knowing what the look meant. The rumors were true. The girl she had fallen in love with was gone, never to return. Perhaps this was the punishment for the sin everyone wasted no time in condemning her for? In fact, they had reiterated it so often that she was beginning to believe it herself. Especially now, when the blonde swatted the crucifix away as if it were a mere trinket and grabbed Elizabeth by her waist, fangs extended.

"Quinn, don't do this! I lov-" Her pleading cry turned into a muffled scream as two painfully sharp canines pierced her neck, a cold hand covering her mouth. She tried to fight it. She grappled for purchase on the blonde's back, her nails useless against the steel-thick skin. Elizabeth let out a whimper as her eyes widened, giving in to the battle she was already losing.

And when she was finished, Quinn snapped the neck of the girl she had chased for so long, stepping over the body on her way out.

Quinn awoke with a start, her non-beating heart racing from the memory dream she had just experienced. Her fangs were painfully digging into her bottom lip, acutely reminiscing on the taste of the girl's blood as if it were yesterday. With her trademark smirk plastered onto her lips, she glanced at the clock by her bed. It was nearly 7; she would need to be at school in an hour. She didn't need it considering that she had been around for the discoveries in science, the development of several languages, and quite an amount of events in history. Somehow, Quinn found it entertaining. The girls and boys oh so willing to please her, the cacophony of blood quickening in both fear and excitement as she neared them, and the arousal thickening the air, as if she could taste it.

The night with Elizabeth was the last night Quinn felt any particular form of love towards another creature, albeit though the girl was a human. But the bloodlust had overtaken her. She quickly found that the more she fed, the less she felt. And feed she did. There were no vampire covens of established Elders creating rules. Hell, a sire didn't even have to see his creation through the changing process if he didn't want to. That was their way: do what thou wilt. While she had met plentiful vampires in her extended lifetime, she was yet to stumble upon one in the town of Lima, Ohio. This was the way she preferred it- all the humans to herself.

As Quinn prepares herself for the day - showering, getting dressed, grabbing a bite - she finds her mind often wandering to a particular girl she felt some strange attraction to. It wasn't love, that was certain. There was something else that drew Quinn to her like none other. Quite possibly it was the way the small girl's impossibly deep brown eyes widened and her pulse quickened in fear whenever she saw Quinn approach her with a slushie in hand? Or the confidence that seemed to be over compensating for the girl's height? Or the scent the girl gave off when she was frightened, the most intoxicating smell Quinn had ever had the pleasure of knowing? She wanted a toy so very badly, but patience was a virtue. There would come a time when the small brunette was hers for the taking. Before she headed out the door, she glanced at herself in the mirror. "Rachel Berry." she purred. "You belong to me."