So I'm back with a new story! Inspiration for this came from a graphic I saw on tumblr. I'll post the link when I find it, its really good. I don't know how consistent I will be with updates because right now I am in a very demanding summer class for the next five weeks. But I promise I will try! Please review, they mean the world! And this IS a Santana/Brittany pairing.
Santana laid on her bed, her black shiny hair fanning around the plush dark pillows and comforter. Listening to music playing softly in the background, she mouthed the lyrics to the song, passing time. Taking in deep breath of air, she sat up, leaning against the headboard, enjoying the peacefulness of her room. The walls around her were painted black; paintings adorning the walls. Her furniture was a well polished wood, stained dark. Heavy curtains covered the windows, allowing only minimal light when drawn closed. The room was dark, just the way she liked it.
Unlike other people, Santana enjoyed the darkness. The darkness was her comfort zone; a security blanket. She felt at peace with the shadows, she always had. She was a descendant of Hades after all.
She slowly swung her legs over the edge and pushed off the bed. She walked to the deep wooden shelves that lined her walls and slowly waved her palm over them. Instantly, the small candles that resided on the shelving sparked to life, giving the room a soft glow, casting dancing shadows along the walls and furniture. If there was one thing she enjoyed more than darkness, it was fire. Satisfied, she sat back down on her bed and leaned back. Santana looked at the clock on her bedside table and scowled when the time was shown to be quarter after six. Quinn was late.
"Fucking hell." Santana muttered out loud. She pulled out a nail file and began inspecting her perfectly black polished nails. When she was on her fourth finger, the door slipped open.
"About time you got here, Golden Girl." Santana stated bluntly, without looking up.
Quinn strode across the room to stand in front of Santana. "Why hello to you, too."
Santana placed the file on her night table. "You're late. Aren't you supposed to be the one on time for everything? God knows you bitch about promptness to me enough." Santana said.
Quinn crossed her arms and sat in the desk chair. "It's not my fault. My mother is still reluctant to leave the street since the recent attacks. She's scared they will come after us from the neighbor's willow tree or something. We live in Lima for God's sake!" Quinn breathed.
She peered around the room, taking note of the dimness. "Can you at least turn a light on? I know darkness is your thing, blah, blah ,blah, but come on San. This is just depressing. At least open the damn curtains. I'm baffled how tan you are. You should be albino the way you act towards sunlight."
"Depressing for you, Golden Girl, not me." Santana raised her eyebrows. "And blah, blah, blah." She stated, mocking Quinn.
Quinn furrowed her eyebrows. She was used to this fight with Santana. It was a weekly occurrence. She straightened her posture, and looked at Santana directly in the eyes. "Santana, you should try and lighten up the room." Quinn spoke with authority.
Santana's dark eyes began to glaze, and felt her body begin to numb. She found herself starting to nod along with Quinn's words. Feeling what was happening, she snapped her head away and shut her eyes. "Damn it, Quinn! No fucking powers on me! Just because you are related to Zeus, doesn't mean you can control me! I don't pull the power card on you!" Santana shouted standing up.
Quinn huffed. "Bullshit! You play the power card all the time! Are we really going to argue about this? Really?"
Santana crossed her arms. "I don't play the power card." She muttered.
Quinn rolled her eyes. "Okay, you set my bed on fire last week, and sent spirits into my dreams to give me nightmares two weeks before that!"
"First, you kept bitching about how you hated the dark. Wimp, by the way." Santana shrugged.
"I meant for you to turn the lamp on, not set my shit on fire." Quinn glared at Santana.
"Hey, you didn't specify. And two, I just gave you a workout by raising your heart rate a bit. You should be thanking me." Santana said blandly.
Quinn stood up as well. "Unbelievable."
Santana walked to the door and opened it. Leaning against the frame, she clenched her hand into a fist causing the candles to burn out, leaving behind wisps of smoke. "My Dad says tonight we are to practice our affinities. And apparently he heard from council."
Quinn followed Santana out the door. "Council? We haven't heard from them in years. What do they want?"
Santana shrugged. "Not sure. He wanted to wait until your family got here. But if I have to pick a reason, my guess would be because of the attacks."
The blonde nodded solemnly at the thought and set her eyes downcast towards her hand. She felt warmth seep from her forearm and into her palm, now giving off a warm gold glow. She relaxed her arm, allowing the gold light to fade.
Santana sensed Quinn's discomfort, and placed an arm around her shoulder as they walked down the stairs. "Hey, don't worry. This is why we are preparing. Just in case. But as you said, we are in Lima, Ohio. It's unlikely that they'll come here."
Quinn nodded to Santana's reasoning, and allowed herself to be led by the Latina.
Santana and Quinn sat at a beautifully polished table in the dining room of the Lopez household. The room was opposite of Santana's with its parchment walls and mahogany furniture. It was hell of a lot more normal in Quinn's opinion.
Santana's parents were there, Andre and Isabele Lopez, along with Quinn's, Judy and Richard Fabray. Andre was seated at the head, a solemn look etched into his skin. The rest of the table was silent as they waited for Andre to begin.
"Olympic Council contacted Isabele and I today." Andre began. He pulled out an unrolled scroll from his jacket pocket and pushed it across the table for the Fabray's to read. Santana held back an eye roll. Scrolls? So old school.
"They confirmed the Titans are the ones responsible for the attacks."
That caught the attention of Santana, and felt a shiver run down her spine. If there was a group of people she hated, it would be them. The Titans are a group who's ancestors are the Greek Titans. Like the Olympian descendants such as the Lopez and Fabray families, they had special blood running through their veins, giving them advantage over the average human. Senses were sharper, bodies stronger, faster, and healthier. Like Santana and Quinn, a few of them were born with affinities, although it is rare.
Being born with an affinity was extremely rare in the scarce descendant community. The powers that ran through the person related to which bloodline you belonged in. Santana of the Hades line included fire and conjuring spirits. When Santana was turned three, she blew out the candles of her birthday cake. Unhappy the small candles were no longer lit, she scowled and stared hard at the semi melted wax. A second later, the candles reignited, burning a bright blue. It was then that the Lopez family knew their daughter had a gift.
Quinn was the opposite of Santana. She belonged in the Zeus bloodline, which was known for it's power and light. The Fabray's learned of Quinn's abilities when they came home one night from an evening out. The babysitter left in charge of little 4 year old Quinn was sitting on the sofa, eyes unfocused, staring at nothingness in front of her. Quinn was sitting next to her, happily munching on animal crackers watching cartoons at eight at night, way past her bedtime. She looked at her parents in delight, "I told the babysitter I wanted to watch cartoons, so she let me!"
Both families were thrilled and terrified. It was a blessing to be born with such blood, an honor to be a carrier of affinities. But being born with such greatness brought along consequences.
Being born with power had painted a bright target on each girl's back. Titan descendants considered Olympian decedents with affinities a great enemy.
The feud went back thousands of years ago, when the Titans ruled the lands. They were not kind rulers, they were dictators. They created creatures that roamed the lands, torturing its people. The Titans were unfair and downright cruel. They believed fear was the root of loyalty. After many years of civil unjust, the Olympians overthrew the Titans, taking their place at the throne, fixing the wrongs. Ever since, the Olympians have lived peacefully hidden along the humans, keeping the Titans at bay. Ever since, the Titans and Olympians have been enemies.
To this day, the Titans are power hungry, and know the fact that with Olympians still roaming, they cannot be superior like they once were. It has become their goal to wipe out the
Olympian population. Their main targets were those with affinities because in their eyes, they are the biggest threats and blocks of power they once held thousands of years ago. And they would stop at nothing.
The two families had always been friendly with each other. When it was discovered that both girls had affinities, together they decided to move out of the city and into a small town called Lima, Ohio. When the days came where the Titans began their search for the girls, they hoped the town would be small enough to keep them off their radar. For the past eleven years, things have been quiet.
Judy Fabray held a hand to her chest, the other holding the scroll lightly. "Are..are you sure?"
Andre nodded. "It's official from the Council. They sent Aetos this morning to give the message in person. The Titans are making a comeback. There have been four Olympian deaths in the past three months. They found the Hestia and Demeter lines." He said softly. "They are moving fast. Council wants us to be prepared in case we are detected."
Santana slammed her palms against the table and stood up, causing the others to jump. "This is ridiculous! No way am I letting some piece of shit person harm any of us. I won't allow it!" She began to breathe heavily, and Quinn noticed her eyes shift to black.
"Santana, you need to calm down! Control yourself, don't let the power control you!" Quinn snapped. Isabele jumped up and pressed her hands against Santana's shoulders, pushing her back into the chair. "Calm down, young lady. No need to have a fit."
Santana closed her eyes, and when they reopened they were back to their normal hue of brown. "I just want to take them all out."
"You are only seventeen, you still have a year until your powers are fully matured. It would be foolish." Isabele chastised.
Santana sighed. "Then what do we do?"
"What we have been doing for the past couple months. Honing your affinities. It is best to be able to reach your full potential. You will both be safer that way. You will stand a much higher chance of survival if you ever encounter a Titan." Richard responded grimly.
"So they are definitely back?" Quinn asked in an uncharacteristically small voice.
Andre nodded. "Yes, they are. And the Council thinks our lines are at the top of their list."
Brittany will be brought in soon, most likely next chapter! Thanks for reading!