Hellos all, I've decided to start another small fic that if I get enough hits, will continue and also to I don't know, get me some inspiration for Legacy. I feel as though if I don't get any inspiration soon I might abandon the story and pardon my French but Fuck. That. I don't quit, so here is what I'm doing to get some inspiration. This fic is a supernatural Faberry, to give me ideas on Legacy. Van Helsing/Glee crossover with Brittana and Samcedes but mildly. I'll be focusing on the Faberry only. Action, scenes are my forte so there will be lots, smut if I can find room, and fluff when I feel like it. If this information doesn't meet your standards then get lost, your clogging up my hit counter with your trolling. Thank you and enjoy.
Disclaimer: (THE ONE AND ONLY ONE YOULL SEE IN THIS FIC!) I don't own Glee or Van Helsing. All I own are characters of my own creation, if they are created.
It started out as normal day at William McKinley High School. Jocks were throwing losers into dumpsters and if you looked closely, you could see Azimio Adams throwing resident Gay Queen, Kurt Hummel, into said dumpsters. Further along the hallway, the towering form of Dave Karofsky had an extra-large cup of bright red slushy in his massive hand. His beady eyes scoured the halls for his next victim before settling on the trembling form of Jacob Ben Israel. A squeak and a splash were heard and the creep of a reporter lay slumped against his locker drenched with icy torture in liquid form.
"Hope you liked your shower, JewFro. Expect more later today, the Head Bitch said you were trying to sneak into the girls locker rooms. Didn't you hear? No losers in the vicinity of hot cheerleaders." With a snort Karofsky turned, met up with Azimio and swaggered off in the direction of the weight rooms, no doubt heading to a football meeting Coach Beiste had set up.
The 'head bitch' was none other than the alluring form of Quinn Fabray who, further down the hall, was watching the developing scene with her right hands, Santana Lopez, notorious badass and Brittany Peirce, lovable though slightly dimwitted Dutch girl.
"Well that takes care of JewFro. San, be a dear and tell Puck to fish Kurt out of the dumpster. We need him for Glee in a bit." Quinn spoke softly, not bothering to look at her irritated friend.
"Look here Stretch Marks, I'm so not your messenger bitch. Find some other puta to do your dirty work. No one tells Santana Freaking Lopez what to do." The blonde ignored the girl, further propelling the Latina into an irate rant.
"Britts?"
"Sure Q! I got to get some stuff from my locker anyway. Come on, San!" Brittany spoke happily and tugged her put out secret lover along, animatedly chattering on about her overweight cat, Lord Tubbington.
Quinn looked on in amusement at her best friends before turning back to her locker. She rifled through her things, waiting for the bell that signaled the beginning of Glee to ring. She pondered how long it would take to convince Puck to haul Kurt out and for Kurt to primp himself back into perfection. She was abruptly shaken out of her musings by a slam of a locker to her right.
Her eyes snapped to the sound, and connected with a soulful brown.
"Hello Quinn! I was just on my way to the choir room, care to join me? I was going to take the opportunity to practice my scales. You would surely benefit from hearing my perfect pitch in its glory and I can also offer some pointers on your slightly sharp voice, though it is beautiful in its own right."
Quinn blinked at the sudden onslaught of vocabulary.
"Berry." Quinn thought.
Quinn opened her mouth to offer a scathing reply but was interrupted by the bell. She just so happened to catch the way the divas face fell at the sound of the bell. She was surely disappointed by the fact that she couldn't get some rants in.
"Well, would you like to just accompany me to practice?" The little brunette looked so disappointed that she couldn't say no.
With a grimace, Quinn reluctantly nodded and started off toward the choir room.
As they were walking, Quinn caught sight of Rachel's hideously pink, overly large, rolling backpack.
"Jesus, Berry, why do you tug that thing around? It makes babies cry."
Rachel looked at her hurt, but Quinn caught the slightest hint of something else in those eyes. The blonde internally cringed at the look on Rachel's face,
"It allows me to easily roll my heavy text books without injuring my back, I don't want to be a hunchback. No one wants a hunchback for a star! Broadway has no place for such!"
Quinn regretted asking, "Okay, okay!" They finally arrived at the rapidly filling choir room.
"Here we are, Quinn. It was a most enlightening walk with you. Now if you'll excuse me I must practice my scales before Mr. Schue comes." The diva promptly turned on her heel, deposited her belongings by a seat, and strode towards the black piano and the mute Brad.
Quinn sighed, and dragged herself into the room, absently noticing Rachel's things out of the corner of her eye. She allowed her hazel orbs to scan the room, taking count of Artie, Tina, and Mike in a corner, chatting animatedly, while she saw Sam and Mercedes trying to sneak into the room together. Quinn smiled at the two's antics before frowning as she remembered sending Brittany and Santana to go get Kurt.
As soon as that thought crossed her mind, a disheveled Kurt, who was vainly trying to comb his hair back in place, wandered in along with Puck and the two girls known collectively as Brittana. Gesturing for them to sit, she slightly wondered where her hulking ex was.
The a few minutes later, the door burst open and Finn walked in with a bemused looking Schue.
"Hey everyone! Sit down for a second, I have a song I want to sing." Finn said nervously.
Quinn watched as Rachel's head snapped up from the piano and her sheet music. The blonde saw resignation, fear, anger, and irritation at the sight of Finn, who was staring at the diminutive girl with love. She remembered hearing about the lovebird's falling out after Nationals. Apparently, Rachel was less than pleased with Finns unprofessional kiss during their performance. Rumor was that she yelled at him for hours then broke his Finny little heart by telling him his stupid stunt was in fact a horrible failure.
Cringing, Rachel made her way over to her garish backpack, which Quinn now realized was beside her chair and sat gracefully, seeming to steel herself for the overly affectionate attempted serenade.
Finn stood for a moment, seeming to gather himself, before turning towards the band and nodding.
He turned back, swayed to the beat slightly, and opened his mouth to belt out the first verse.
That's when everyones day went from mediocre to terrifying.
As soon as Finn opened his gaping jaw, the doors blew off its hinges and two hulking beasts entered, followed by two more normal looking men wielding assault rifles.
Quinn's eyes widened in fear.
She felt Rachel latch onto her hand with a vice like grip causing the taller girl to stare at her companion questioningly. Rachel's eyes begged her to be silent.
Quinn was confused at first, but nodded in acceptance. She turned her attention back to the horrifying assailants.
One of the men spoke up, talking in an Eastern European accent Quinn couldn't place, "Listen all of you! We are here to search for a girl, as long as you don't interfere you will not be harmed. If you interfere, you will be killed without mercy. Am I clear?" His thick accent was laced with malice.
The whole Glee Club nodded, and the four scattered to take guarding positions. Two beasts broke off and defended the door while the other two kept an eye out for the kids. The men-beasts held the group for over four hours; they could hear the wailing of police sirens in the distance for a while now. They sat in complete silence, not wanting to provoke the beasts at the door. Then Quinn watched as Rachel leaned down and unzipped her bag, causing the whole room to pause and stare.
"What are you doing girl! Take your hands out of there!" The first man snarled raising his gun.
Schue tried to talk, "Wait, wait don't shoot her-" the second man growled and bashed the butt of the gun in the curly haired man's back, bringing him to his knees in a grunt of pain. Shouts of "Mr. Schue!" could be heard. The club turned their angry eyes on the brunette for provoking the attack but she seemed unnaturally calm and unconcerned.
She had one of her hands up in surrender while her other pulled out a handful of snacks,
"I don't know about you jerks but I'm hungry, we missed lunch and I was getting food for my fellow prisoners. If you excuse me…" Rachel turned her attention to the startled man, and abruptly shoved food into Quinn's hands, brown eyes silently telling her to go with it.
Quinn stared at her for a second, before grasping the bags she was shoving at the blonde into her hands, then she began to pass them off to the others.
"What are they doing here? I was careful…something must be wrong. I have to go home." The dark-haired girl thought. The two thugs whom Rachel knew weren't human frowned darkly but lowered their guns. Rachel kept taking things out of her bag, waiting for the two men's attention to leave her, so she could take a hold of the two stiff cold 'tools' her soft hands kept brushing every time she took out food. When Finn tripped over his own feet as he was getting the snacks, she snatched the two handles while the thug's attention was diverted.
Dropping her bag noisily at her feet, Rachel drew back her left hand and launched the silver tomahawk at the farthest thug, and buried the weapon in her right hand into the neck of the male closest to her. The Glee Club froze in shock at the sight, while she narrowed her eyes at the now snarling beasts that guarded the door.
Ripping out the blade from the dying kidnapper's neck, Rachel backed towards her bag and away from the slowly advancing mutations. Pausing, the three sort of went into an impasse before Rachel flew down and snatched a giant revolver from her bag, which was etched with runes and symbols, and had part of a rosary hanging from it.
"May animo pes foveas profundissimum inferni, daemones." Rachel voice echoed through the room, when she closed her eyes and spoke like she had thousands of times before, and squeezed the trigger twice.
At the sound of two identical thumps, Rachel opened her eyes once more.
The two mutated humanoids were rapidly disintegrating, breaking down and producing a pale blue light.
Rachel sighed at the sight before grasping her pink bag and pulling it along, tugging her remaining tomahawk out of the second male's eye socket as she passed on her way to the connected room.
"I'll be right back, don't do anything stupid. I won't take long." Rachel said, her native Transylvanian accent slipping out slightly, before whirling on her heel and slamming the door closed behind her.
"What. The. Fuck." Puck breathed.
The group exploded into frantic chatter, the girls walking to Mr. Schue to see if he was okay while the boys wandered over to the men and beasts, trying to gain some information about what had just occurred.
Quinn was frozen in her seat, her panting breaths echoing in her ears. She wasn't sure whether to be highly aroused at Rachel's Lara Croft impersonation or highly disgusted by the decomposing corpse at her feet.
She settled for the latter,
"What the fuck is wrong with me? Why the hell am I getting hot over Rachel FUCKING Berry!"
Quinn snarled under her breath and stormed over to the door that hid the small girl.
Smashing her fist against the cheap door, she screamed, "Berry! Open the goddamn door and answer some fucking questions!"
She banged her fist harder, screaming profanities, when the door suddenly flew open and her hand was caught in Rachel's hand…or a woman that looked like Rachel.
The girl before her was definitely not the Rachel Berry she knew.
This girl was clothed in a tight white vest with a crest emblazoned on the breast pocket, her bronze skin peeking from the hem, sword, crossbow, and knives strapped on her back and arms, while clad in leather jeans, knee high boots that held two wicked looking blades, and on her thighs two massive guns similar to the one she used to kill the animal things. Her hair fell loosely around her shoulders like she just came back from having explosive sex.
It was hot. And it was standing right in front of her.
"Hot DAMN!" Puck's voice floated past her ear.
Rachel arched an eyebrow before speaking softly,
"Your questions will be answered momentarily, but first I must rid the school of these disgusting creatures of the dark." She spoke huskily, her native tongue slipping out fully. The Transylvanian in her was ready to be unleashed after three long years of dormancy.
"Whoa, hold on a sec Rach. Why the heck are you talking like that?" Finn spoke frantically. He was losing it, because his ex-girlfriend just went Buffy the Vampire Slayer on two huge guys and freaky human things.
Rachel rolled her eyes, "Calm yourself, Jolly Giant. Like I said, I'll tell you when I get back."
She withdrew her sword and hopped on top of the piano, much to Brad's consternation.
Rachel drew her hand back and sliced the flimsy roof panels in two, revealing the pipes and air ducts in the roof. She crouched down then effortlessly launched herself into the roof passage in a surprising display of agility. The jump was well over 6 feet.
The whole Glee Club was shocked to the core.
Who the hell was Rachel Berry?
They wandered back into their seats in a daze, breaking up into little groups to gossip on what had just occurred, while taking a wide berth around the two still dead men on the floor.
"What the hell kind of accent was that?" Santana barked, she was slightly shaking, the whole series of events got to her worse than she'd ever admit. Brittany was clutching at her tightly, comforting them both in the process.
Mr. Schue wiped a hand down his face, and winced at the throbbing pain in his back, "I think it was Eastern European," he spoke jarringly, "I only know it because I have a friend who is a Transylvanian, he talks like that." He breathed out. Schuester couldn't believe what just occurred.
"Well Berry is crazy as fuck, I-" She was interrupted by a maniacal call that echoed down the halls of McKinley.
"Rachel Van Helsing! Where are you, little girl. My master has plans that must be fulfilled with the blood of your ancestors, you little whore!"
"…Van Helsing?" Artie said incredulously, "As in Van Helsing, the monster hunter? Oh my god that just made everything make sense!"
"What the hell are you on about Wheels?" Santana snarked from across the room.
Artie glared at the Latina while Brittany frowned and poked her,
"The Van Helsing clan started with…well… Van Helsing, the famed monster hunter. He was connected with hunting fabled creatures such as Frankenstein, Dracula, and the Wolfman. I'm surprised you guys haven't heard of him."
"Dude, we aren't geeks like you." Puck chipped in then frowned, "So you think Rachel is his descendant or something?"
"From what that guy was yelling, possibly yes but Van Helsing is just a story, I don't know how it could be true."
"I don't think so. The Rachel Berry we know could never do that. Any of it." Tina said quietly.
Mike followed his girlfriend, "Could be just some joke...a sick one."
"Well she did always brag about her 'acting ability'…nonstop. Every day. For the last three years." Kurt sniffed.
They nodded their heads, pondering all of Rachel's quirks.
"Look! We don't have time to sit around here and wait to be murdered. I say we make a break for it!" Quinn spoke up finally.
"What no! Rachel said we need to stay!" Mercedes piped in. Kurt nodded along with Tina and Mike.
"Um, she's probably gonna tear the whole school apart and I don't want to be here when it happens!" Quinn growled.
She shot to her feet and headed towards the door.
Only to halt as the door fell off its hinges.
Rachel fell to the floor now that she was unsupported by the heavy metal. On top of her was a heavily scarred man trying to plunge a silver knife into her heart.
"Rachel!" The Gleeks shouted in horror.
Rachel must have registered their voices because face twisted into an angry snarl and she vibrated with rage.
'Scarface's eyes widened in fright.
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Latin Translation-May your soul burn in the deepest pits of hell, Demons.
Anyway hoped you liked this. If I get enough reviews ill continue. If not then I'm taking it down. Mhhhh I think I got some ideas for Legacy so I'm going to completely trash what I've got written so far and rewrite it. Oh and Cassicio, if your reading this, I'll get you the sneak peak when I can, since I'm totally rewriting the chapter. Sorry about the delay. So anyway, REVIEW…and all that jazz.