Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the songs that will be possibly used.

AN: Sorry in advance for any mistakes I am new to the writing aspect of but not the reading so there is bound to be some mistakes. Drop a review, favorite, or follow me if you'd like to and can, to show me that I should continue this please. Thank you for taking the time to read this. ~ Zoie

Warnings: Serial killer Quinn, Faberry, nice Santana (To an extent), Pezberry friendship, possessive Quinn, lovesick Rachel, Finn bashing, and Finchel.

Chapter 1

Quinn P.O.V.

I remember when I used to wish that I could love and feel something other than hate and rage. I prayed that I'd fall in love with the perfect angel who would lead me away from temptation and deliver me from evil, until one day my prayers seemed to have been answered in the form a short beautiful Jewish girl. I love Rachel but I have to keep these secrets from her if I were to tell her who I really am she would leave me. So that is why I pretended to hate her and just ignored her. I try to suppress my rage for her so that I know that I will never hurt her but I love her so much I don't think I can handle anyone coming and taking her from me. So when I see Finn talking and flirting with her in front of me I become blinded by rage. So I tended to act even more bitchy than normal and played it off as jealousy of Rachel that she is with the stupid ogre. I couldn't simply confess my undying love for her when she was with Finn and when she was having issues with bullying. So I slowly eased off the bullying and towards a friendship that barely existed.

I love Rachel so much it hurts. I don't understand why or how I fell in love with her but I can't stand the Finntards' dopey smiles toward Rachel when he thinks I'm not looking.

I have no idea what causes my joy and thrill when I see blood on my hands or the life seep from the object I have tortured to the point of no return, maybe because of the soothing feeling the sanguine fluid gives me. The evidence being the animal remains buried in my backyard which is connected to the forest. My father had skipped out of town with a whore from the local strip joint according to my father's email sent to his co-workers and family. It also happened to come up on the news that Russell Fabray was found murdered in the apartment of the whore he was cheating with, too bad that she killed him. At least that's what the evidence indicated. It was just simply fascinating the way the knife beautifully carved artistically almost so perfected it looked beautiful in it's heinous act into his calloused skin.

My mind is like any other persons the only difference being that the smallest things tend to trigger my mood and reactions which is why my ex boyfriends tend to say that I'm a controlling bitch especially when it comes to talking to girls (Rachel).

Did I mean to raise my voice and raise my hand as if to strike her? I like to think not but it seems as though people think I'm controlling over Rachel and some are even beginning to notice my bodily reactions or facial reactions to certain things and decoding my true color when angered or not in the presence of Rachel. When I say people I mean Santana she is always watching what I do like a hawk, especially if it has to do with my angel. She tamed my demon more than anyone could, can, and will. Sometimes she may be on the receiving end of my anger but it's because she is so beautiful and pure that anyone would kill to be in the position I'm in right now, and I can't have anyone taking her from me. The one thing that calms the beast that longs to gorge itself to the image, sight, and smell of blood and guts but also has the ability to enrage and tempt my demon to great lengths, is Rachel, and I love her more than anything including life itself.

Rachel P.O.V.

Its times like these that I find myself thinking what I can do to get her to breakup with me, than thinking this over and telling myself to stop lying. My brain logically says that I should leave her and move on, that this relationship is very unhealthy but my heart won't allow me to leave. I already tried and failed she played it off as if we were taking a break and lured me back in. I am captive to Quinn Fabray, the most beautiful girl in the school and Lima, but she's more than that. You just have to dig to find her true persona, that's all.

My name is Rachel Barbra Berry and this is my story it all began in freshmen year but going into junior year it all took a spin for the worse.