AN: Hi everyone. This is my first fan fiction so please don't be too harsh, you can still give constructive criticism in reviews if you want to. So here's the first chapter of my brand new fanfiction 'Searching for Myself' - Acceptance.
Disclaimer : I don't own House of Night or Glee no matter how much I want to... but I do own later characters.
Chapter 1 – Acceptance.
Santana POV.
The wind blew softly across our faces as we sat on the bench at the park, neither of us had been expecting this to happen, I thought that my parents might throw me out after I told them but never did I think that Brittany's parents would do the same. We had finally done it, not because we were ready, but because of the stupid advert and the even more stupid blabber mouth, Finnocence.
Previously that night we had both got our parents together for dinner so that we could tell them, together. I never knew that my mother had such a temper or that she has a damn-good right hook. I can already feel my left cheek bruising and I think that one of my ribs may be broke.
I turn my head to look at Brittany, her sobs have quieted to whimpers but even in the darkness of the unlit park I could see that my mother had also given her a beating before I stepped in, a cut above her eye was bleeding and her lip and jaw were rapidly swelling. She placed her hand gently on my cheek making me wince slightly before turning my head to face her, tears glistening in her eyes.
"Britt, I'm so sor-" I started; barely even getting the words out as she cut me off, I turned my head so I wouldn't see the pain in her eyes.
"Santana, this is not your fault, San look at me" unable to say no to her I lifted my eyes once more to meet hers, "San, we will survive this, we have our friends and we have each other, so our parents kicked us out, they're not the only family we have, we have the glee club, we have a place where we know that we will be accepted for who we are, not who they want us to be." Her comforting tone make my tears start to run down my cheeks. She's taking this so well, how can she be taking this so well?
"We thought that we be accepted at your house, but your parents kicked us out as well, they didn't even try to help me when my mother took her anger out on you. How can we know that the gleeks won't do the same?"
"We know because they're more tolerant than our parents are, they accept Kurt and Blaine for who they are, so why wouldn't they do the same for us?" She asked with a knowing look in her eyes, trying to make me see sense, but I've thought of this before.
"They won't accept us because we've slept with most of them. They accept Kurt and Blaine because they're good guys and they'll accept you because you're so good at heart, but they won't do the same for me. Let's face it; I've been a bitch to every one of them. Why would they accept me now that they know what I am?" I bend my head as my tears continue and vision blurs.
"They don't know the you that I know, they know your mask, the one you wore because you were scared that this would happen, they don't know the sweet, brilliant person that you are, and have no doubt in my heart that they will accept you, that they'll accept us. Now co-" Her words were cut off by another wet, painful cough. She hunched over, clutching her stomach, immediately causing me to panic.
"Britt, are you okay? Brittany?" I bent down to see, her face, tears streaming down them now from the pain.
A figure cloaked in darkness came from the shadows behind her which sent my panic levels skyrocketing. I tried to push past her so I could protect her while she was doubled over. I spread my arms wide but there was no need. The figure stopped just short of coming out of the shadows. I could make out some features in the darkness; it was a man, tallish, not overly muscular but in this light it is hard to tell. The lack of light meant that I could see no more.
"Please, let me help. I know that neither of you know me, but I promise you that I know her." He pointed to Brittany who was still coughing painfully. Suspicion remained at the forefront of my mind, his thick Oklahoma accent out of place in Lima, Ohio. I growled slightly to show my apprehension him off but he continued. "She'll reject the change if you don't let me help her, I need to mark her and bring her back with me to the House of Night." My eyebrows shot up and realization dawned on me. The headaches, the coughing, the aversion to sunlight and lack of sleep, Britt's body was preparing itself for the marking.
She was going to become a vampyre fledgling.
AN2: So what do you think? Who do you think the tracker is? Go on, try and guess... Please review. You never know, something good might happen...