Onslaught
By Signofpeace
Summary: Completely AU.
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Santana was five the first time she learned she had a special gift for violence. It was her first day of kindergarten and she had set her sights on a blonde haired blue eyed girl that was sitting on the end of a seesaw just waiting for someone to join her. As Santana started to walk the short distance to her objective a large kid, abnormally so for their age, stepped into her path and blocked her determined entrance strategy. Without a second thought Santana balled up her fist and used all of her five-year old strength to move the obstruction.
As she got older Santana was able to pinpoint that as the moment she realized that violence first almost always worked.
The day Santana turned twelve is the day Santana realized that not only was violence a way of life for her, it also helped her save lives of those she loved the most.
For the latina it was a day like any other. Go to school, protect Brittany, and create some mayhem to further her reputation of being not only untouchable but also unattainable. Santana had also discovered at a very young age that she had an extra weakness for blonde hair and blue eyes when they came accompanied by declarations of love so she felt that to protect their bond she needed to make sure that no one wanted into their elite group.
On this particular day in Santana's life she and Brittany had just shared their first real kiss, with tongue. She was riding on an altogether new kind of high. This distraction was the sole reason she and Brittany were in such a dark alley that night.
"S. Is this the way home?"
Santana got jolted out of her thoughts of warm kisses and innocent touches by the pure fear in Brittany's tone. She looked up and immediately knew they were in danger when this foreign tingling vibrated through her body. In that moment Santana made a split second decision that would save both of their lives. Santana picked up a discarded piece of wood and later that night used it on what she would eventually discover was a member of the undead.
Santana was eighteen when she received the scar to her face that would be a constant reminder of her inability to save the one person in the world she wanted to spend her life with.
She was engaged in a pretty heated battle with four vampires when she discovered one of them had broken free and used Brittany as a midnight snack without even a whimper of protest. Santana was immobilized with fear and desperation and failed to notice the serrated knife the biker vampire seemed to be carrying.
Santana was so overcome with grief that as she turned herself over to the awaiting group of vamps she failed to notice the small army dusting her enemies one by one.
When Santana finally realized she was not to die alongside her beloved she used violence to rage against her savior that she would later discover was called "rogue" amongst their elite group.
Brittany was dead for six months, twelve days and fourteen hours when Santana met her for a second time on an abandoned playground. It was with a heavy broken heart that Santana dusted her with proclamations of love on her lips.