Who I Really Am

Chapter One

Summary: AU where Quinn is a werewolf and Rachel is a vegan vampire. Their love is obviously forbidden by their respective species but they can't help their growing feelings once they imprint on each other.

Rating: Going with M for later occurrences (sexy times and such)

AN: This is a work of fiction and I don't want anyone to get upset with me when I don't follow the certain stereotype that has been created for either the werewolf or the vampire. Just a quick note though, the way I am seeing Quinn as a werewolf is more like a Lycan from Underworld.

Shout outs: To my amazing beta for this story and a really great friend of mine, Kim (RiveraLover). I don't think she realises yet how much she's going to have to force me to finish this haha.

And also my violin is still playing for Liz…

xox

Quinn

Through many generations of my family, the dominant male has strived to find the perfect female to breed with so that our family, our pack, could be the perfect breed. My father takes pride in finally having perfected our bloodline. He sees his descendants as perfect and who is to argue with him?

There have been packs who have tried to overthrow my father's power but they failed miserably. We are by far the strongest, closest and fastest pack in the state.

I knew from a young age that I wasn't the same as the rest of the kids in my class. I knew that my differences had to be kept secret and no one was to know that I am a beast. Santana only found out through a horrible accident.

I had gone to her house for a sleep over when I was about ten years old. I hadn't long been transforming but my dad thought that I had enough of a hold on it to be able to go and stay at my friends.

How wrong he was.

I woke up as a wolf but I didn't realise until I tried to ask my Latina friend why she was looking at me as if I were going to kill her. With all the power I possessed, I forced my body to change back into its human form.

It wasn't then, nor is it now, a comfortable thing to do. The first time I transformed, it felt as if all the bones in my body were breaking and moving around without my permission. My insides felt as if they were being ripped apart and stretched as I became a creature that was at least twice the size of my human self and stood, hunchbacked, on its hind legs. My father said that the more I changed, the less it would hurt. He was right. There is just a dull ache over my body now as opposed to the sharp stinging pain.

But as my ten year old human self stood in front of Santana, covered only in the blanket I had been sleeping under, I had never felt like more of a freak. She looked at me with questioning eyes and the fear in them was undeniable as she quickly pulled together her bitchy persona. I explained everything to her and she seemed to eventually become more interested than anything else.

Over the last eight years, we have been inseparable. She has covered for me with teachers, or anyone really, when I have needed to get out of a certain situation because my animalistic urges were becoming too strong for me to control. In return, I gave her my loyalty. We made sure that I always had a set of spare clothes at her place and in her locker, just in case I change and desperately need some clothes.

We haven't ever needed to use that system however, which I am glad about.

However, lately I have had a hard time controlling my change. I can usually decide when and where I want to turn into a werewolf, except during the full moon. But there's something about her. Something about Rachel Berry that just makes me lose control. She smells different to everyone else. She smells richer, sweeter, and more complex.

The girl is a freak and everyone knows it. She stays to herself, except for that stupid glee club. I just, I can't put my finger on her. She smells… special. I feel an overpowering need to just know her and be near her. But I think that's mostly my wolf side.

Why would I, head cheerleader, want to be anywhere near that dork? I feel sorry for her. She has such a sad, friendless existence and yet she smiles every day as if there is nothing wrong. She thinks that those freaks in the glee club actually are her friends when really they just tolerate her.

I hate it though. I can't even walk past her in the hallway without having to go to the bathroom to try and get a hold of my change. Which brings me to where I am now. Stood in the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror.

I see that my jaw is already a little deformed and my teeth feel too big for my mouth. I look down at the sink and see that my fingers aren't fingers anymore. They are claws and I hope to whatever higher power there is that no one walks into the bathroom now. I went to the disused one on the second floor for a reason. My eyes are yellow and I can't stand it. They look wild. My breathing is hard and in short pants.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath; the foul smell of the unclean bathroom filled my senses. I took another deep breath as I tried to wash her stench away with this new one. I felt a dull pain in my fingers and assumed that they had turned back into their human form. After taking a few more breaths and making sure that I felt completely relaxed, I opened my eyes and looked to the mirror once more.

I was back. My jaw line was perfectly pronounced and my eyes were back to being an undecided hazel colour.

That's when she walked in.

The smell hit me all at once and I held onto the sink tightly to stop myself from making a sound. I looked to the mirror to see where she was going but she wasn't in the reflection. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, assuming that I had just missed her on her way into a cubical.

It was then that I noticed the deep cut in my hand. It was from the sink. There were large dents in it from where I had gripped it so hard. One side of the sink had cracked and cut my palm in the process. "Son of a bitch." I muttered, pulling the hand to my face to try and inspect it further.

She was next to me.

I didn't hear her come out of the stall but she was next to me. I looked at her face for probably the first time in the whole time we had been in school together, and I mean really looked.

Her eyes were hooded and focused on my hand so I didn't get a chance to really look at her eyes. Her cheeks had a soft tan to them – maybe she was part Italian. Her lips looked soft and plump and her breath was soft.

She moved her hand to mine and I watched her movements as if I were in some kind of trance. She moved our hands to her lips and ran her tongue along the cut. I was about to jerk my hand away from her when she held it tighter and pressed her lips into my palm. Her tongue flicked across the wound once more. I hate to admit but it felt good. I let my eyes flutter shut at the feeling of her lips and tongue on my skin. There was no pain. I'm not sure why but it didn't sting or hurt, even when her tongue dipped in to the cut or when she sucked particularly hard.

xox

Rachel

I hate track. I hate it with a burning passion because it only means one thing; that I have to be out in the ridiculous sun for at least an hour while I sweat and get to feel incredibly uncomfortable in the sun.

I'm not like most kids, nor am I like most vampires. I guess you could call me a cross breed. See, my mom was pregnant with me when she got bitten and some how that has meant that I can go out in the sun and that I can survive on a normal human diet.

But in the end it got too much for me. I started vomiting and that's when I knew I needed to get inside. I have pushed myself before. I have pushed myself to stay in the sun until my skin starts to blister and burn and right now, I am about half an hour away from blistering.

Coach excused me and I rushed inside, into the locker room and grabbed my stuff. There were people in there changing so I left and made my way to the second floor bathroom, where I knew that I could reel myself back in… pull myself back together.

But she was there. I just wanted to be alone but she was there.

I have never drunk a single drop of blood. I know that if I did, I would be stronger than I am and I would be faster than I am. But I just don't want to drink blood. However something about this girl, something about Quinn Fabray makes me just want to sink my teeth in to her and suck her dry.

I move quickly into a stall, trying to ignore what my instincts are telling me to do and that's when I smell it. It's a sweet and delicious smell and I can't get enough of it. Locked inside the dirty bathroom stall, I take deep breaths as if it will help but I know it won't. I smell her blood, fresh blood.

A few moments later, I feel my teeth descend. It adds to my headache because they have only pushed their way out of my jaw a handful of times. I'm not used to it. They feel strange in my mouth but right now I don't care about my teeth.

I unlock the stall, leaving my things on top of the closed toilet. My eyes go straight to where the sickly scent is coming from. She has cut her hand open. She's looking at it as the red liquid pools in her palm. I move towards her.

I'm not in control of my actions.

I cup her hand in my own and she doesn't pull away. It smells stronger now. The blood seems to be oozing out of her and the smell of it, mixed with the smell of Quinn is intoxicating. I run my tongue over my teeth, thankful that she can't see me properly.

I bring her hand to my face and wonder briefly why she hasn't stopped me yet. I feel her eyes on me but I can't stop my tongue darting out and tasting the warm liquid.

From the second it hit my tongue, I was gone. I knew that I would never get enough of it, enough of her. I would crave her for the rest of my existence because I already craved her, even before I tasted her blood.

I attached my lips to her palm, sucking more out of the gash. I heard her breathing deepen and I knew that she must be getting something out of this. I let my tongue dip into the cut slightly, remembering something my mother had said years ago about our saliva being able to increase the blood flow and stop it clotting, or stop it all together.

I chose to stop it.

AN: Let me know what you guys think. This is just the beginning.

Also, let me know your thoughts on were!Quinn with a penis or not… I cant decide and my beta and I kind of have opposing opinions of it so its up to you guys.

Review.