Quinn

Quinn caked the makeup on to her face. She pretended to be utterly oblivious to the fact that she currently resembled a Barbie doll. The vampire that attacked the previous night had left its own, personal signature on her face. Right across the her forehead to be precise. When she decided she had covered the gash enough to pass as a freak paper cut, she headed downstairs.

Her mother, Judy Fabray, was frying scrambled eggs in the kitchen. She was also simultaneously being verbally abused by Quinn's current step-father, Russell. She could smell Russell's stench from her room today, so she assumed her breakfast wasn't going to end well. Her real father, Patrick Fabray, had been killed by a demon and then blood-sucked by a ghoul. That's how Quinn got raised in the life. There was no more innocent little Lucy Fabray, with her dolls, crayons, and teddy bears, playing princess games by herself in her brightly coloured room. However there was Quinn Fabray, with her bossy older sister, Frannie, not-so meek mother, and her silver machete, killing ghouls and any other monsters they came across while travelling through a very dark America.

The trio finally settled down in Lima, Ohio after seventeen year old Frannie and thirteen year old Quinn and trapped the demon, Giselle, and exorcised its ass back to Hell. They lived a somewhat normal life. Frannie went to Stanford after spending a year in high school. Quinn went to middle school, then became a cheerleader at her high school. Judy became a semi-successful real-estate agent and got married to man named Daniel, who cheated on her with some tattooed freak, then after three months of drugs and alcohol, got remarried Russell, an abusive drunk who owns a chain of UPS stores.

Despite Judy's horrible taste in men, the Fabray family got by. This life was much better than the life they lived as hunters. Of course they made sure that any creature that came in a ten mile radius of their precious town was killed instantly. They liked to think of it as.. insurance.

Quinn put her head down and practically inhaled her overcooked eggs. She realized the fight with the vamp had taken a lot out of her. She pretended to ignore the venomous words that her step-dad threw at her dear mother. "You dirty little whore. Do you know what you are? WORTHLESS. Ya hear me, you deaf bitch? WORTHLESS." He paused after every syllable, which was hard, considering his intoxicated state. "You are so goddamn lucky I found you. YOU ARE SO LUCKY, YA HEAR ME?!"

Quinn gave her mother her best I-can't-believe-you're-going-to-take-that look and then proceeded to mutter "Lucky is one way to put it."

Russell whipped around and slurred "What did you just say, girlie?"

"Nothing." Quinn replied, thought it was barely audible.

"Well apparently hearing problems run in the family. I asked you what you said you dumb slut." He proceeded to violently smash his plate of eggs on the floor.

Quinn, unfazed by the current mess of eggs and ceramic on the tile floor, chuckled a bit at the irony of the statement, then proceeded to look him straight in the eyes, "Lucky. Is. One. Way. To. Put. It."

Russell slammed his fist down on their marble countertop. "Now you listen here! You stupid c-"

Judy intervened "Hey now, that's enough."

"But mom-" Quinn complained.

"I said that was enough. Quinnie, finish your breakfast and start heading to school, you don't want to be late for Cheerios practice." she turned to her husband. "Why don't you head over to the living room and I'll clean up this mess and make you some more eggs."

Russell grunted then left the room. Quinn poured herself a glass of orange juice and gulped it down. She picked up her schoolbag and began to head for the door. "We had a bit of a disagreement, if you were wondering. One thing lead to another and he took out the alcohol." Judy stated.

"You know you could take him out without even breaking a sweat, right mom?"

Judy replied as usual, with sad eyes and a weak smile.

Quinn had faced tens, even hundreds of monsters during her time as a hunter. But none of them were even close in comparison with Coach Sue Sylvester. Quinn had spiked her protein shake with holy water, "accidently" slipped on her with while carrying a silver knife, and an iron one, and searched her office on multiple occasions for hex bags. Despite her efforts, Sue Sylvester was as human as Quinn was even if Quinn didn't want to believe it.

Quinn also tried her best to make it seem like she adored her coach. She had to. She had worked so hard to be head cheerleader. Ever since she got to McKinley her one goal was to become popular, she knew if she became head cheerleader she could do so. And Quinn Fabray always gets what she wants.

Quinn was currently the most popular girl in school. She walked around the hallways like she owned the place. People would legitimately move to the side of the hallways when she walked by. She wouldn't do it alone though because that would be pathetic. She always had two of her best friends, Santana and Brittany by her side. Together, they formed the Unholy Trinity.

Quinn always felt the need to spike Santana's drink with Holy Water. Yes, she was Quinn's friend and all, but god that girl had demon blood in her. She was quick mouthed with each word chosen so carefully every syllable left a painful sting in your brain. But her words weren't her only weapons. That girl could fight. Almost as well as Quinn could, but Santana didn't have training. In other words, Santana would make an awesome hunter. Her only problem was she didn't have a reason to hunt. That didn't work with that profession. Quinn knew a few people who learned that the hard way.

Then there was Brittany. Quinn didn't believe there was anyone more opposite of Santana. If Santana was a demon, then Brit was an angel (if they existed). She was blonde, bubbly, and innocent. Santana was dark haired with a personality to match. But that didn't get in the way of their friendship. They loved each other. Quinn knew it was a little more than platonic. It was the way Brittany would make Santana laugh. Or the way Santana would stare at Brittany when she thought no one else was watching. It was the little things. Neither knew it though. Brit was too naive and Santana was too insecure. Also Quinn was almost positive she heard them have sex in the locker room once or twice.

The day drags on as usual. Quinn aces a few tests. A couple geeks get slushied. An unfortunate few get thrown in the garbage. Finn Hudson, the oaf of a quarterback attempts to flirt with her. They end up making out in a janitor's closet. Quinn hosts Celibacy Club after school. All the slutty cheerleaders attend. After the meeting is done, she proceeds to hide in the bathroom until the only noise in the hallway is the Glee Club practising some Seventies classic for sectionals. Quinn comes out of the bathroom right as they finish.

The Glee Club is made of the biggest group of misfits McKinley had ever seen. It was the biggest joke anyone at the school had ever seen. The only people that signed up were a gay guy, a goth Asian with a stutter, a Diva, some dude in a wheelchair, and the girl Quinn had been waiting for, Miss Rachel Berry.

Rachel and Quinn and been best friends for a while now. Rachel was the only one who had shown Quinn even a vague amount of kindness on her first day at middle school. They became closer and closer that year until they were finally inseparable. Quinn put up with Rachel's constant singing (even if she did have a beautiful voice) and complicated words and Rachel put up with Quinn's crazy antics to find new ways to become popular. They braided each other's hair and told stories. Quinn went to Rachel's house when her mother had overdosed and Rachel had Quinn's shoulder to cry on when she was bullied for having two dads. There was only one thing that Quinn had never told Rachel. Because her life as a hunter was behind her.

Their whole friendship took a turn when they hit high school. It started out okay, just the same as usual. Then Quinn joined the Cheerios and Rachel got involved in musical theatre. They were best friends and they thought nothing could pull them apart, but Quinn was a status-obsessed cheerleader and Rachel was an ambitious theatre geek.

It eventually became hard for them to even talk in public without being ridiculed by some jock. Quinn tried to make it seem like she didn't mind it but she really did. She couldn't tell Rachel that. Rachel noticed it, though. She spent days drafting a system that would make their friendship more inconspicuous. She eventually came up with a two month plan on how they could walk home together without being noticed. She also changed her name on Quinn's phone to B, representing her middle Barbara and changed Quinn's name on her phone to L, representing Quinn's first name, Lucy, for extra caution. Quinn had insisted that Rachel didn't have to do that for her, but was still quite pleased they had hit two birds with one stone.

So there stood Quinn Fabray, waiting outside the choir room for one Rachel Berry. Rachel had a certain sparkle in her eyes today that Quinn had never seen before. Or maybe it was always there and she just never noticed it. Quinn took Rachel's hand and sealed her fingers between her own. Rachel began swinging her arm lightly as they exited the building.

Rachel smiled up at Quinn and her lips began to form a sentence, but her face dropped. "OhmygodQuinnwhathappenedtoyo urforeheadareyouokay?!" she slurred.

Quinn felt a warm, thick liquid trickle down her forehead. It dripped down her face and she caught it on her tongue. The familiar salty taste caused her to rethink her freak paper cut excuse. "Did he do this to you?!" Rachel demanded. "Because I will not hesitate to hurt him back if did."

Quinn shook her head and smiled. She took out her small emergency first aid kit from her Cheerios bag (practice can get intense) and continuously wrapped a roll of gauze around her head. "Freak paper cut" Quinn chuckled.

Rachel looked at her semi-mummified friend uneasily, but assumed she'd tell her the truth when she was ready. "So have you been having any more dreams lately?" Quinn questioned, in attempt to get the focus off her wounded head.

Rachel looked away "I'd prefer not to talk about it.."

"C'mon Rach, please?"

"Fine. I'll tell you when you tell me why your forehead is bleeding."

"Okay, okay. I'll tell you tomorrow." Quinn obliged.

"Then so will I." Rachel smirked then began to walk down the street that lead to her house.

Quinn was worried about Rachel she had been having these nightmares. Eardrum breaking noises, burning eyes, and almost inaudible whispers. In all her years she spent as a hunter, even if it wasn't that many compared to most, she had never seen or heard of anything like it. She could ask her mother about it, but she wouldn't be much more help. She would need another hunter, but they had no reason to come to Lima. Lima was a loser town. The vampire Quinn had wrestled with was the first creature she'd fought in a year and a half.

So caught up in thought, Quinn failed to notice the car coming down her street at the time. She only noticed the car right before the loud screech of the brakes and one of the guys inside telling her to "get out of Lala land and be more careful next time," before she got out of the way and he sped off again.

Quinn had just almost been killed by one of the only hunters in the world that could give her the answers she needed.

Hope you enjoyed so far! Sorry if it kind of went all over the place and for all the grammatical errors (I struggle a lot with that). Constructive criticism is very much appreciated. So are reviews! Thanks for reading so far!

Also sorry about Russell being too cliché.

And it's 4 in the morning so the title in a WiP