I know I am in the midst of two fics at once, but this one was milling around in my head and just had to come out! First chapter is a teaser, expect some Quinn later, and possibly other members of the group. Review and let me know what you think!
Chapter 1:
Santana tucked her face into the crook of the woman's neck. She ran the tip of her nose over the smooth skin and inhaled deeply. The blossomy odor tickled her nose and her lips curled up at the edges in a small smile. She brought her left hand up and delicately cradled the opposite side of the woman's throat, feeling the silky snow white skin beneath her fingers. Gently, she pursed her lips and pressed them just below the sharp angle of the woman's jaw, directly against the fluttering warmth of her pulse point. As she felt the crimson waves beat against her lips, a heat began to build within Santana. The hand that was cradling the woman's throat squeezed involuntarily and the woman let out a breathy gasp. A purring sound rolled from Santana's chest and escaped as she opened her mouth against skin now covered in goose bumps. Her tongue flicked out and lapped slowly in a smooth stroke over the pulse point. The woman hissed as the venom in Santana's saliva seared her skin like molten metal. As soon as her tongue hit flesh, Santana could no longer contain the urge. She felt the fire at once; it began in the base of her skull in a scorching knot that slowly unwound and radiated in flaming tendrils out through her veins. The venom in her veins glowed hot white, visible through her sallowed caramel skin, giving the illusion that crackling bolts of lightning rippled over her body. Her pupils exploded in a surge of black and swallowed the irises and whites of her eyes, engulfing them and leaving in their place a uniform obsidian orb, glinting hard like marble in the moonlight. She heard the subtle grating as her upper canines elongated and ended in a fierce point. Without pause, Santana's jaw flexed and her teeth penetrated the delicate flesh in one swift bite. The venom flooded the woman's veins, doing its work as it engulfed every artery, every capillary, wrapping itself around them like a snake and, once each one was coated, the venom contracted its serpentine body, crushing from the bottom up, sending the blood surging towards Santana's mouth. Santana's cheeks hollowed and flared as she sucked deeply, relishing the cascade of the warm liquid over her teeth and tongue. She preferred the blood of women. Well, she preferred women in every aspect of life, but when it came to feeding, she did her best to ensure she only feasted on the female sex. Women were somehow sweeter, smoother, and left a pleasant glow throughout her system. They had none of the gritty texture or acidic bite of men that Santana so hated. The woman shrieked and struggled under her grasp, and her struggling made Santana's feeding more difficult. A growl ripped through Santana's chest and she moved her hand from the woman's throat to the underside of her jaw and twisted sharply in the opposite direction. Her neck snapped with a muffled pop and Santana was left to finish her meal without a fight.
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Brittany sprinted into the shadows of the thick pine grove. Her skin was beginning to itch and feel too tight around her bones and images were becoming sharper and brighter even in the growing darkness of the forest. And then it was upon her. The Change hit her like a giant hand, sending her sprawling on her hands and knees, the air crushed from her lungs. She cried out in agony as she felt her bones begin to shift and click. Her face began to alter immediately, stretching itself into a long, thin muzzle. Her long, blonde hair rooted itself into the skin along her neck and spine, then broke off so it formed a long, shining ridge of fur from between her now canine ears, down the hunching back, to the thickly coated tail now unfurling. Her fingers thickened and the palms of her hands became calloused and padded while her fingernails became thick, black talons. Her feet stretched in length, and they too ended in thick toes adorned with flesh-shredding claws. Her muzzle now fully formed, glinted with shining, razor-sharp teeth and the shaggy blond mane between her peeked, twitching ears, hung slightly over the dazzling blue, canine eyes. Her clothes hung in shreds on the ground and off of her body, and she panted deeply, shaking slightly as she recovered from the shock of her transformation. Finally, she pushed herself back onto her haunches and raised her glinting eyes to the silvery orb of the moon. However, as she drew in a breath to greet her midnight mistress, her ears perked up at a distinctly feminine shriek followed by a deep, guttural snarl. Her head tilted in the direction of the noise, and as the wind rippled gently through the trees towards her, she caught the intoxicating smell of human blood. And, mingling with it, was the rusty, metallic smell that only came with a vampire. Brittany's ears lay flat to her head as the biting stench crept into her nostrils, and her talons dug into the silky soil. Hungry and fury fueled by the pain of the Change, Brittany let out a powerful howl as she launched herself through the forest in the direction of the vampire and its prey.