Hey! I'm here with my second story - also my second crossover. This is also a slight crossover with The Craft, the quote Quinn later says "all hail to the watchtowers..." is directly taken from the movie. This story will be told in four POVs, which is sort of excessive. The POV will be at the top of the chapter.

Disclaimer for the WHOLE story: I don't own Twilight, Glee, or the Craft.

Quinn

My baby...my sweet little Beth. Gone. Handed over, given up. She will be loved, I know, but I won't know her. Only through pictures and words, never the real thing.

As a vampire, my feelings are very strong. Too strong. I think too much, dwell too much on my Beth.

I am sitting in a corner of the Cullen mansion, my knees drawn to my chest and my hair covering my face. My beautiful, inhuman face. My vampire face.

Someone places their hand on my shoulder. "Are you alright?" Alice asks.

I refuse to talk to anyone. They don't know my name, why I am so sad. I look away, and into the face of another vampire.

Edward says, "You can't not talk to us. We can help you."

I stand up, inhumanly fast, and say, "You don't know what I've been through!" I shout, ignoring the beautiful sound of my new voice. "Have you had the best thing in your life with you, in your arms, and then just have it torn away to have it given to some stranger?" I'm shaking with anger. Fire spurts from my fingertips, but I ignore it. "She's gone! Gone, and in that Vocal Adrenaline bitch's arms! My Beth..." I start to sob tearless sobs again, sinking back to the ground. I wish I could sleep, so I could escape this living nightmare.

The mother figure of this family has arrived, and she crouches next to me. Esme rubs my back in comfort. I assume my regular position. "I'm Quinn, by the way," I say, too calm for the occasion.

"I know," Edward says. He for sure puts the "ass" in assuming. He growls at me, as if he heard what I thought. "I'm a mind-reader, Quinn," he mutters, loud enough for me to hear.

I roll my eyes. "And I'm the queen of England," I retort, sitting up cross-legged.

Alice pipes up. "No, it's true. He can read your mind."

Mass-prank. Get the new girl to think Edward can read minds. "Of course I'm gonna believe you!" I snort. "Just because I'm new and unknowing of this"―I wave my hand at my new body―"doesn't mean you can make a fool of me." I remember how all the popular people did that to me when I was pregnant. It makes even more angered. Fire spurts from my fingers, licking up my arms and going across my shoulders. I should be scared, but I'm not. Fire has always been important to me, having to need to have a fire of hope going to help me get through everything bad that has happened to me: getting pregnant, having my parents kick me out, lying about the father, glee, giving birth, and having to give up my dear Beth.

Everyone is looking in shock at me. I laugh maniacally. "Hail to the guardians of the watchtowers of the South, by the powers of Fire and Feeling, hear us..." I say, using the words from the old rituals Rachel, Tina, Mercedes and I used to do. And they worked! Magic is very much real.

Edward's eyes widen. "No way..." he breathes, listening to my thoughts. If he can listen to my thoughts.

"What?" asks Alice. She's very in tune with Edward, and I wonder if they're together.

"Witches," is all Edward can say. "Quinn's one."

I make sure the fire burns out before I answer, "No, I'm not. Tina was, and because we were a coven, we got powers. In our rituals I was fire."

I wonder how they are, how the rest of glee and the teachers are. I wonder especially how Rachel is. She had become my best friend, though I called her "man hands" and worse in public.

"We've actually moved to Lima," Edward says. "As soon as you learn control, you can go to school. Meanwhile, we should hunt. You must be thirsty―it's been two days, and for a newborn that's a long time."

When Edward brings up the thirst, the burn at the back of my throat intensifies, so much so that it's the only thing I can think of. I wonder how long I stood with this thirst, but then I remember.

Beth.

My beautiful, wonderful baby Beth. Ripped from my arms and thrust into another's.

My thirst is gone, and I sink to the ground in sadness. I miss my baby, my darling baby Beth. And I hate that Vocal Adrenaline coach bitch, even if she is Rachel's mother.

"You need to hunt," a new voice says, calm and strong. Carlisle offers his hand, pulling me up. "If you want to die, we won't kill you. And it's impossible to kill yourself if you're a vampire." He smiles lightly as I stand up. "I would know."

I raise an eyebrow. The thirst is back, but not only for blood. For knowledge and blood now. "I'll ask after we hunt. But I don't want to kill humans." What if I kill someone I know, even love? What if it was a person who reminds me of Beth? I couldn't stand it.

Alice grabs my hand and holds it, as if we are best friends or something. I don't even know girl! I take my hand away and cross my arms, making sure she can't grab my hands.

"We hunt animals," says a new vampire. I don't know this gorgeous girl. "I'm Rosalie, by the way." Her looks make the rest of the vampires' normal in comparison. Amazing.

We leave the house to go to the woods. I know exactly where we are―I've hiked here several times, not to mention this is where our rituals were held.

I watch Alice first. She stalks lightly through the trees, scenting the air. Soon she finds something to her liking, and pounces. She snaps the deer's neck, killing it before she drinks.

I know what to do, and I follow her lead. But I get a coyote and a couple of deer. I'm almost sated. Just one more deer...

I scent the air, and before I can pounce, a rifle is shot. It gets the deer, and I'm hit with the strong human scent.

I start to lunge for the deer, but then something happens so I can smell the man strongly.

I can smell his blood, so close and tempting. I can't resist.

I leap for the human.

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