So, I know I have two stories that need to be updated, (the first one will be 'Unable to Stay, Unwilling to Leave' – been months !) But I really needed to write this plot down because it wouldn't leave my head.

Big thank you for the lovely sunshine that it's R, (go read her fics here) who helped be with the eidting, and I know it's a big thing to edit me so thank you lovely girl.

The content of this story is AU since it's supernatural genre, but the glee kids are present, some of them will be introduced later, so don't worry. I will try to focus a lot on Q&R, since it's a faberry fic duh, but you can count on Brittana to be on this, and the Unholy Trinity too. ps. Finchel is not a couple anymore.

If you have some questions don't hesitate to msg me here or on tumblr, don't worry Quinn's past will be present, i promise. I have an actual plan written down for each chapter with a summary for each character.

Reviews good or bad would be appreciated :) enjoy

Diclamair: i don't own Glee.

Chapter 1

New York has always been the city where dreams came to life, where people never sleep, there are always lights, people laughing, yelling and running late to work or completely drunk on the subway. It had always been like that; but now, it was a completely new landscape she had in front of her. Buildings looked too tired to stand up; there was no laughter anymore in the streets, no one running late for work because now, the streets of New York were among the most terrifying in America. Los Angeles was just behind, if you had to make a Top Ten of them.

Some areas of the United States had been completely destroyed, but it was like then in every country around the world. London and Paris were two of the most dangerous cities on Earth. It was not safe to be outside or even inside. Houses and apartments weren't enough to protect you from all the evil running free outside waiting patiently with open jaws for you to put a foot outside just so you can lose it in an instant. It was a crazy world, it had always been.

Wars had been there since the start of the human species. Humans were animals, but animals that could easily use their brain to hurt someone, to kill. They had constructed all those machines and weapons to spread blood, thinking that way conflicts would be resolved. That peace will come afterward as redemption for all the horrible deaths. Children, women, men, brothers, sisters, daughters and sons had been killed by another daughter or son. It was some kind of anarchy; violence was always there hiding under human skin.

She had seen that for years, hundreds of years. She had enjoyed it, she had even tasted the moment where you are the only person that could decide if that person is going to live, or die. She had enjoyed it, like the others. It was like that, for years, they all thought she was one of their kind but she had always been different and she will always be.

On the top of a building, she was there, watching the world die in their craziness and violence. It has been predictable to simply watch the world destroy itself, people killing for nothing. Wrong, they had been wrong all the time, thinking that they could just surpass even other species living on Earth and held the power. Control everything and everyone; but Mother Earth was the only really master here. In one snap she could destroy hundreds and hundreds of houses with a storm, floods or turn forests into ashes in few hours with fire only. Humans from the very beginning had been predictable, now they could see the consequences of their choices, the wars and the path they didn't take.

She was just a spectator now, with her blonde hair falling over her shoulders; the wind caressing her skin. It was just another night of endless darkness and chaos. Her hazel eyes glittered in the moonlight as she moved gracefully, jumping off the building and landing easily on the ground, with no sound to make her presence known. She walked into the alley behind the building. Everything was in the dark around her but she could easily see. It would only take her a minute to adjust her vision to the darkness, and then her eyes would show her each secret of the shadows. The danger was everywhere these days; it's been like that for the past two years. But she was not afraid because as far as she knew, she was the danger and that thought sounded delicious in her head.

She was not someone that could be called human, but she was not human either. For the past four years she had always moving, never staying in the same place for more than a few months. She was used to running; running to save her life. That was two years ago, but now the streets were safer for her, because of the evil being there, trapped in the darkness, waiting to open their jaws and tear you to shreds. She was not a demon; she was something more powerful, with more grace in her moves she made demons look like an elephant crashing around in a room, and so much more than a simple human who was for the most part clumsy. She wasn't bad, or good. She may kill demons but she wasn't one of them. She was just different.

Strength and her agility were her main qualities. She moved like a shadow on a wall, never making herself being seen unless she wanted it. Only demons have ever seen her which caused them to meet their demise. Her combat boots on the concrete made no sound; they, like the rest of her clothes were black. She wore them so often they were a second skin; she was used to the feeling of them enveloping her. Her duster was the only thing that was new; the rest had been always there since she had landed on earth. It was necessary to have one, because it was easier to hide that way, and most of all to hide her arsenal.

Demons and evil creatures feared her. They knew someone was there to kill them if they had the bad luck to cross her path and she never missed one. Tonight was not going to be any different.

A slight crack to her right caught her ear; she turned, reaching for her sword when something lunged at her. She jumped back easily, making the beast miss her. A smirk etched across her face when she saw that it was only one of those big beasts that looked like a werewolf. He was big enough to hurt her but with poor experience in hunting and killing. He was young, in fact he's name was Cailean, meaning 'young wolf'.

The beast growled, eyes shining yellow, tainted by blood. The beast was on its four legs, waiting to see what was coming to him. It was going to be an easy kill, but it was always easy for her to kill. She sneered, making the creature growl and jump to attack. She reacted swiftly, dodging out of the way. The Cailean rolled onto its four legs again. With her sword, an old one, her most precious and powerful weapon, she never blinked and simply waited.

The wolf lunged at her, but this time she was ready. She stepped aside with ease, swinging her sword at him. The monster whimpered, but was still standing. Rage reached his eyes and he growled furiously.

This time he attacked her front, his mouth ready to snap her arm that held onto the sword. She reacted by jumping aside with her arms stretched to the front, but one of his claws grazed her. She grimaced at the feeling. She switched the sword into her other hand and in a second the sword was buried in its side. The Cailean howled collapsing to the ground. She stood looking at the beast who was now barely breathing, obviously hurt. Her combat boots thumped along the ground as she approached the monster. Emotionless she watched the eyes of the beast pleading for its life. Undeterred, she thrust the sword through his heart. A silent gasp by the creature, and it was over. Blood stained her weapon as she smiled that evil smile

A game; it was all a game, and she was always the winner. Multiple footsteps made her turn. Eight people, to be exact, she was outnumbered. If they were going to be a threat, she would probably get really injured during the fight. This revelation didn't stop her. She was a fighter, a warrior, so she wasted no time and moved quickly toward the end of the street. She needed to hide in the darkness, but it was too late. The potential threats formed a circle around her and she was trapped. She tensed, ready to jump at the first sign of danger. A tiny figure came out; she raised an eyebrow at the sight of the girl looking at her with big brown eyes and a sword in hand. The sword was different from hers; hers had been uniquely made for her. It was a heavy sword that could resist any temperature and matter. The one held by the girl looked like the ones they use in stupid movies, except this one could actually hurt her.

With the tiny brunette there was an Asian girl wearing black with a scar on her forehead from an obviously old battle, to her right was another Asian, but it was a boy, who was one step in front of the Asian girl taking a protective stance. At his right was a very tall boy with brown hair who was trying but failing to look scary. She tilted her head at him with a tiny smile, people's fear always amused her and his was no different. She loved knowing others we're afraid of her. A porcelain faced boy with brown hair stood to the right of the tall boy. His clothes matched every details they had, even his watch and shoes matched. Next to him was another boy with curly dark hair, a black sassy looking girl with a menacing frown and finally a boy with a lot of muscles and a funny looking Mohawk.

"You easily killed a Cailean, but more important is why ?"

She turned to look at the tiny brunette who just spoke to her with a questioning look but in a low voice. She clearly was not expecting for one of them to talk, but much more for a fight. The girl in front of her was really beautiful, a long curly hair falling down her shoulders, big brown eyes that once upon a time had no other emotions than love and innocence in them. She wore dark clothes like the rest of her companions, that way no one could see them either.

"Rachel." Clearly not expecting anyone to know her, the brunette looked surprise for a second, but it quickly was replaced by a menacing stare.

"Who are you ?"

Dismissing the question the blonde said "I heard a lot about you. In fact, about all of you." she looked at everyone for a second.

"I asked you a question," said Rachel obviously losing her patience. She smirked at the brunette in front of her once more, walked toward her making everyone ready to pounce if she ever dared to touch the girl. "Your friends are very protective of you, I see..."

"We all stick together. Since you heard so much about us, you must be one of them." This was the Mohawk-haired boy, talking.

"I never said anything about being a part of them, Noah." Seeing the surprised look on his face was amusing to the warrior. "I heard so much about you, that I can easily tell who each one is." She licked her lips and gave a less animalistic smile.

"We've been tracking him down for weeks now and in only one move of your sword you killed him. So you are obviously not the human kind. So, for the last time, who are you?" The brunette moved one step toward the blonde, now only few inches from her face.

"It was the last one. Every time we finally found one, they were already dead. You were the one killing them, right?"

The blonde only had a blank stare, expressing no emotions; on the inside she was impressed by the girl before her, the way she was holding her sword made something change in her body. She felt warm creep all over her. Dismissing the feeling she concentrated on the rest of what the brunette was saying. Everyone around waited impatiently for the signal to attack and finish this already.

"So after all this time, we finally decided to let the beast come to you, so we will finally see who or what was killing them so easily." The blonde shifted with the realization that that it was a trap. She stood silently unwilling to give in. She was aware that a bunch of kids were fighting evil to survive one more day, but she still didn't know if they were working for someone, of if they were doing this for another reason. After all those long years, the fighter knew too damn much to fail so easily. She didn't want to fight humans, but if there was no other way to get away from here, she would do it.

From the corner of her eyes she noted the two taller guys moving toward her with a fierce grip on their weapons. She tilted her head toward the brunette and couldn't miss the look of surprise on her face when she actually jumped so high in the air that it was like she was going to fly. But she didn't, she was strong and fast, but she couldn't fly. She landed feets away from the circle where she had been trapped two seconds ago. Everyone turned when they noticed that she had disappeared. She quirked an eyebrow and smirked evilly, almost daring them to come get her. The boys were the first to attempt to catch her.

For the first time in decades she let herself be the prey, and it was only funny because she knew that they would never catch her. She reached the principal road of the streets, cars on fire around her. In a strange way she felt free; free because her inhibitions had been let go and she allowed herself to do something that wasn't hardwired in her body since birth. For once they were the hunters. A couple of humans were the hunters. She could hear faint voices behind her, so she kept going, running like there was no tomorrow. Her boots hit the ground that echoed against the buildings. She knew that it was dangerous to let them have the upper hand, she was not here to be seen by everyone but now she couldn't change that. If she wanted to keep her existence as a shadow she knew what she had to do. Kill. Kill them all.

She turned around the corner of a dark alley when she noticed that no one was following her anymore. She frowned, coming to a stop knowing that it couldn't be true. If they weren't behind her, they were already here. She reached an open area, allowing herself to being seen. Sword still in hand, she gasped when she felt something hit her in the arm. She looked at her arm and saw an arrow burrowed in her flesh. She turned to see the Asian boy, Mike, behind a tree protected by the darkness around. She clearly underestimated them and their skills.

"You're really fast" she heard in the shadows of the trees. The owner of the voice revealed herself, it was Rachel. She walked towards the warrior, her sword still in hand but her grip was loose. She wasn't going to kill her, at least not right now.

"I am really sorry about that," she said pointing to the arm which still held the sword, not moving, not even a little.

"I'm the one who is sorry. I really thought you were just a bunch of singing kids." She heard gasps and voices talking low behind the tiny brunette.

"You may be fast and know things about us, but you still make mistakes." Rachel said with an amused look on her face that made the blonde's blood boil. It was unnerving and sexy at the same time.

"You slowed down" The brunette was now less than a meter from her; she studied her taking notes of her long blonde, curly hair, gorgeous face and her bright hazel eyes, pink lips that looked soft, and a body that could drive any man crazy. She was going to open her mouth, when the blonde cut her off.

"What do you want ?" Rachel gave her a tiny smile that was rather cute. In fact, to be honest everything about her looked attractive.

"Who are you ?"

"You don't need to know that." said the blonde. The tiny girl sighed and took a minute to think.

"Are you alone in this town ?" At that, she didn't know what to say. She was right now alone, but she was not the only one of her kind here in this town. Preferring not to tell them too much information she kept her mouth shut. Rachel realized that she was not going to answer that either, Rachel let her sword fall on the ground, making her friends move toward her but stopped when she raised her hand signaling for them to stay put.

"See ? I'm not going to hurt you, if that's why you are not answering."

"You don't need to know that, that's the only reason why I'm not answering your damn questions." said the blonde.

"Look, by killing those things I think I did you a favor." The brunette looked surprised and laughed.

"When there's that much killing in my town I want to at least know who did it, and why!" Rachel said frustrated then, she did something that made the warrior's heart melt. After she said she stomped her foot a little on the ground.

"It doesn't mean that I'm against you." The brunette pursed her lips and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Well, it doesn't mean that you are with us either."

In that moment they shared something that no one could define, it was something strange and at the same time friendly, almost teasing.

"Good point." that's what she said with a tiny smile that looked more friendly than menacing.

Rachel moved toward her again making the blonde take one step backward but stopped when she saw that Rachel was not going to hurt her. She was not afraid of being seriously hurt by her or anyone of her friends, but it was just the first time that any human was so close to her. It simultaneously felt strange and magical.

When she was one step from her, Rachel pointed to her arm. "You know, you should pull that thing out before it gets worse." But the girl in front of her didn't move, too shocked to do anything besides stare at her. Rachel looked at her; her eyes asking permission to touch her. Seeing no sign of treat, she slowly moved her hand toward the blonde's arm and in a quick move took the arrow out from it. The girl didn't flinch.

"Thanks."

The blonde dragged her sword in a move, only stopping a few inches from Rachel's neck. Everyone around them moved coming to attack. She didn't know why she was doing this, but around the brunette she felt like she was being trapped and she was unsure if it was dangerous or not.

Rachel, frozen in place gulped, mentally facepalming herself for being such an idiot. She couldn't dare to look at the girl that in one move could end her life. An arrow passed near her head but the girl easily caught it. Behind her she could hear Finn calling her name. She closed her eyes, and waited but death never came. Hot breaths near her ear, made her gulp and tremble slightly.

"Quinn. My name is Quinn." she said in a voice that gave Rachel goosebumps.

When she finally opened her eyes she heard her friends stopping just behind her, everyone asking if she was okay.

The blonde was gone.