Quinn Fabray smiled at the boy. He didn't look scared, but of course he wouldn't, he was at the hands of a seemingly innocent petite girl. Suddenly, the ever so lovely smile turned to a frown, and she snapped the boy's neck.

"Quinn, you must be more careful with food, did you get enough blood to even need to kill him?" Rachel said.

"Oh, Rachel, stop being so uptight, he was going to die anyway, let's go find Santana and Brittany" Quinn replied, rolling her eyes.

"Come on then" She said, running ahead of Quinn, asking for a race.

They flew through the forest, gaining speed, making them a blur to a human eyes, the animals weren't even affected, and they couldn't sense them. They reached Santana and Brittany in about ten seconds, neither of them even breaking a sweat, which, considering the speed they were going was amazing, even for a vampire. They had a lot of practice, running from vampire hunters.

There was at least one in every town, looking like normal, everyday people, from Cheerleaders to Loners, they were everywhere. Always tried to kill the girls, once, they got one, Quinn's little sister, who was only eight, a girl had killed her, no regret in her face, she was one of the bad ones, Quinn had shoved the stake right back into her, pulled it out, then drained the girl dry, crying her eyes out.

Quinn hated thinking of that day, so every time she met a hunter, she would kill it, if Rachel hadn't already pulled her away. No one else could die because of those people, it wasn't their fault they had been turned, they didn't choose this life. Did it make them evil that they embraced it, that they didn't attempt to kill themselves? It probably did, but Quinn had to survive, because she didn't know what would happen when they died, they surely wouldn't go to heaven.

"Quinn had a human" Brittany said, looking into space. "I can smell it from here"

She stood up and straightened her skirt and long sleeve top, then looked into the forest, using her sight to find some food. Brittany S. Pierce was an all American looking girl like Quinn, with curly blonde her just past her pale shoulders, small blue eyes and a lovely smile. She wasn't exactly the smartest one, but she knew what situations required and understood more than she let on.

"Sorry, he was injured, there was blood all over him, and I couldn't help it! Just because you wanted one…" Quinn shouted, embarrassed but also disappointed in herself.

Santana laughed. "Oh, Quinn, calm down"

Santana Lopez was very different from the rest of the girls, being Latin. She had long, straight dark brown hair, brown eyes and very tan skin. She was the fiercest of the four, though Quinn would never admit it.

"Guys, we better get back to the hotel and change, we have to work tonight" Rachel said, smiling at the thought.

Rachel and Quinn were more opposites, Rachel had dark long hair, but Quinn had blond hair that varied from straight to wavy, Rachel had big brown eyes full of emotion, while Quinn had green ones that were beautiful and everyone envied. They were best friends though.

They had decided to get a job for a few nights where ever they went, singing in bars, since they all had such beautiful voices, not from being vampires, but they had been that way since the day they had been changed. Tonight they had decided that they would sing four songs, giving the girls two duets, a group performance and a solo by Rachel.

They reached the hotel and changed into outfits for work, since it was a club, they were expected to dress nicely.

Quinn took her hair out of the braid Rachel had done for her the night before, and brushed it so there was no trace of her hunting. She put on a bit of makeup, just so she looked normal. Looking in her suitcase, she decided on a dark green strapless dress which brought out her eyes and flowed out beautifully, she decided on black flats, to keep it simple but dressy. She was the last down stairs, with the three other girls already there. Rachel smiled at her; she was in a pink dress with white polka dots and had white flats on. She looked angel-like, all of them did.

They walked to the club, not knowing what was going to happen next.