AN: -Takes a bow- Welcome to The Original Family, now the problem with this story is that ff only allows me to put in four names, and that makes the whole labelling the pairings impossible, each member will have their own story, their own romance, so yes some of you may just be reading this for the faberry but I don't like telling incomplete stories. I haven't decided the pairings as I figure some of them will change, and while ultimately Quinn and Rachel will be together, there is so much more going on. The romance in my stories generally takes a back seat occasionally to the action. Charlie will be in this, but for now she'll show up later, this is fair warning to well—everyone. She'll be mentioned she gets mentioned in this chapter. So I'm basically going to say that the characters in this story will be Sam, Quinn, Rachel, Charlie (O.C.), Puck, Santana—other characters.I felt bad about killing Sam in This Ain't a Scene, It's an arm race, so he gets to be a main character in this.

Also as a note, werewolves don't have to kill to well 'unlock' their powers. As the story goes on I'll explain the lore and the difference between a purebred and a mutt I'm sure you can figure it out. I've rethought the hybrid thing. There won't be magical babies, things will be revealed in time, there will be flashbacks. As for g!p there isn't any, not on any permanent basis, I mean magic exists so it's not like it's out of the realm of possibility but eh.

As for pairings the only pairing I have in mind right now that will be consistent is Quinn and Rachel. I like creating stories where you care about the other characters, right now Sam is up in the air and as is Charlie, so if you have an idea and you want to see a certain pairing I suggest you give me the ideas right now, because right now I'm leaning towards a Charlie/Santana, with Sam being in the air between Kurt/Blaine/Mercedes. It will be set in stone by the second chapter, but this story will have varying pairings. So what's endgame might not be shown for a while.

I'm babbling—I'm sure that you all want to read my next little brain child which will not be updated every day. Because apparently going outside is a thing. Anyway please enjoy. Review, and tell me what you think.

Summary: There has never been any rest for Quinn and her siblings, they have fought and killed their way throughout history, always running without stop. But this time it's supposed to be different. A fresh start for their family, a chance to rebuild. A chance for redemption, a chance for peace, a chance for so much more. But their family has been fractured for centuries, and with forces hunting them, conspiring against them will they manage to get it together and be united once more.

Song: No Rest for the Wicked by Lykke Li

Disclaimer: I don't actually own Glee which is probably for the best.

In today's day and age, telling someone that the spirits talked to you was something that would lead to people locking you up and shoving various pharmaceuticals down your throat. People didn't listen if it was something that they didn't believe in, they were quick to label you crazy or delusional, and she'd heard both terms before.

But she was neither crazy nor delusional. The spirits talked to her like they always had, telling her things of her daughter that she was no longer allowed to see. Of danger that was on the horizon, of things to come and things that had past. But never had they been so loud before. So angry, the cacophony of voices, or noise roared in her head. She could barely make out what they were saying this had never happened before. But she could feel their fear, their anger, and their outrage. They were outraged.

"Please I can't understand," Shelby says out loud, her voice breaking down to a whimper. She couldn't and her plea to the spirits finally managed to calm them down as if they realized that they were hurting her. They whispered into her ear, and it was soft and almost musical sounding. As they spoke as one, the anger and the outrage gone, for a moment. A moment long enough for Shelby Cochrane to hear, the warning. Well she assumed it was a warning it had to be, because the noise was back angry, just as furious as it had been before. "The original family? Who is the original family?"

The noise didn't stop this time it was angry just as vengeful as it had been and Shelby could barely hear it over the noise. But it was there like a steady drum beat. Vampire, repeated over and over again. She focused on that particular voice, it sounded frightened and hopeless.

They weren't supposed to exist, they were affront against nature against the spirits. The original family from which all vampires come, the images hit her next. There is so much blood, so much carnage and she understand why the spirits are angry, why they fear them. Wherever they went it seemed that darkness and death followed in their wake. It was impossible, Lima had been free from the vampire scourge for centuries. But she stumbled to her phone as the noise roared in her head, she could barely focus on the number that she was dialing, she needed to warn her daughter. Tell Hiram and Leroy that they needed to leave with Rachel. Even if the witches and werewolves worked together to repel the attack people would die. She'd seen the visions—Rachel might die. The phone dialed and she forced the noise to stop, she couldn't focus with it roaring in her head.

"Hello?"

Shelby recognized the voice immediately, "Hiram, please you have to listen—" Shelby began, the tone in her voice begging she needed to warn them. She needed to protect her daughter.

"Shelby you're aren't allowed to contact us. The judge has been over this time and time again. You're lucky it was me who picked up instead of Leroy—he wants to put a restraining order on you. Don't call here again, Rachel doesn't need you."

"She's in danger—" Shelby began but she was rewarded with a dial tone as Leroy hung up on her and she stared at the phone for a moment before throwing it angrily at the wall with force watching as it cracked and broke apart, as she ran her hand through her hair angrily. The original family was going to be in Lima and she needed to be there. She needed to protect her daughter. She needed to get back to Lima. Even if she couldn't see her daughter she would make damn sure that she'd protect her.

Shelby Cochrane exhaled slowly as she steeled her nerves, vampires it didn't matter how old they were—could be killed. She would protect her daughter at all cost.

She laughed before biting into the neck of her newest victim she had lost count of the people she had feasted on, the humans that she had killed within this short period of time. Her fangs tearing into his flesh, it was messy but she didn't care. It was a party it was their homecoming. They were finally back home in this god forsaken wasteland that was Lima Ohio. She spat out the blood before her hands wrapped around her victims neck and with a quick flick of her wrists there was a sickening crack as she snapped his neck, killing him instantaneously.

The taste of blood had changed over the centuries, it was cleaner it tasted better and it was pure. Now it was disgusting, filled with chemicals and drugs. She almost missed the good old days when people didn't eat the chemically processed sludge that was called food. They had been healthier as well, they could run they would run. Run away from the things that went bump in the night, the monsters hiding under their beds. She remembered a time when she was feared. And the taste of that adrenaline was like a drug to her—it was a drug to her. She dragged her tongue along her lips and across her elongated fangs. The smell of fear was still in the room but under all that disgusting sludge she could barely taste it.

"Must you play with your food, it's beneath you," Sam Fabray said as he slowly took some steps down the stairs to where is younger sister toyed with her food. "You're blood drunk," he said with a sigh running a hand through his hair. She had indulged herself not that he was surprised.

Quinn laughed as she looked at him, not caring about the blood on her hands or the stains all over her clothes. "It's a party Sam, we're home. We've come back home."

Sam shook his head and in an instant he was beside his sister, "We've talked about this—you promised that we could start fresh here. Like you said we're home, it's been nearly a millennia Quinn aren't you tired of running." He looked at all the bodies that were littering the ground she had certainly been busy, this was how it started. This was always how it started and he was tired of it.

Quinn looked at her brother for a moment before smiling, "We're home brother. Do cheer up and enjoy what I've brought back. It's our homecoming. Despite the wolves pissing all over the land trying to mark it as their territory, and the witches all over this little city this is our home. I want it back."

Sam sighed and shook his head, as he grabbed the last man that Quinn had brought and sank his teeth into the man's neck hearing his groan, he didn't bother to check if it was one of blood or pleasure and quickly drained the man tossing him onto the growing pile of corpses. Quinn smiled at him and he shook his head, she always got messy when she was this drunk. "You will have it Quinn, I promise you that but we must do this wisely and you can't go butchering people for the hell of it. It will attract him. I don't want to run anymore so clean this place up."

Quinn snarled at him baring her fangs and moved to strike him but Sam was quicker pinning her to the ground with ease. Quinn didn't hesitate as she placed his hand on his chest for a moment a spare moment and tore through flesh and bone as she wrapped her fingers around his heart and stared at him, "Do not make me put you to sleep like our dear sister. You know what happens to those who defy me." Sam's grip on her shoulders relaxed and she pulled her hand from his heart. She watched as the wound she caused him healed. "You might be older than me Sam, but that means nothing."

Sam said nothing for a moment, staring at his sister placing his hand on his heart, "Quinn you promised this is a new start. We need it. We promised each other Quinn, that we'd always stick together that we'd be together forever. And yet our sister sleeps because she dared to try and escape your madness."

"She betrayed us. Sold us out to our father, she broke our pact before I did. She's lucky that all I can do to her is force her to sleep," Quinn snarled her fangs bared and for a moment before she managed to calm herself, the whites of her eyes turned a dark red, the veins around her eyes becoming more pronounced.

Sam stared down his sister for a moment not truly frightened at her little display. He simply wanted his family back. They had been united once and there had been little that had stood against them. But they were hardly unified anymore, he adjusted his clothes straightening them out as he looked at his shirt before pulling it off, there was no saving the gaping hole in his shirt, or the blood stains. "I agree that she needed to be punished, but it's been a hundred years. A hundred years of running of being afraid, this was to be a new beginning and yet you feast as if you haven't eaten in days."

Quinn rolled her eyes at him an annoyed expression on her face. "Stop spewing your righteous bullshit Sam. It bores me and you're ruining the fun at this party, I'll clean up this mess. Now you're the one that wanted to go back to school. Then again you always did have a thing for teenagers—though I can't blame you all those hormones coursing through their body."

Sam rolled his eyes, they had been young when they turned, he had been nineteen, and his sisters had been seventeen. "It wouldn't do us any harm to get reacquainted with society every now and again. The world is changing and we must change with it." But Quinn was no longer listening as she grabbed two of the corpses that were just sitting there and began to stack them. He shook his head.

Santana Lopez was not a happy camper, as she crossed her legs from where she sat with Rachel Berry. "Look hobbit, I know he's your boyfriend and all, but you deserve better than Franketeen." She knew Rachel deserved better, Finn Hudson was a mutt, he might be an alpha—barely, but he was a mutt.

Rachel groaned they'd been having this conversation for the past year or so, ever since Finn asked her out. "We've been over this, I understand that Finn is not—the best boyfriend, but he tries. I think he tries really hard and I know that I'm simply not the simplest person to get along with, but he tries. It's the thought that matters Santana."

Santana wouldn't normally give a shit about Finn's mongrel status, but he didn't treat her friend right. He could barely control himself around her sometimes. Against a real threat Finn was as good as paste, not to mention he made Puck look like a genius, with the added bonus of being a terrible boyfriend. Then there was the fact that he had approached Rachel while he was in his wolf form. She had nearly killed him herself. The douchebag had claimed to have no idea what he had been doing. That he had no control over his wolf. If that was the case then Finn was a danger to her let alone all the people in his life. But for once Santana Lopez wasn't in the mood to argue with Rachel about her terrible taste in men. "Someone moved into the old Grimes house? I saw the moving trucks earlier today when I dropped my shit off at home. Looks like they have two blonde teenagers, some of their shit looked old and expensive."

"I've been by that house a million times—I didn't even know it was for sale," Rachel said with a slight frown, before she glanced over at Santana, "You know that spying is wrong right? Did you at least go up to them and say something and try and welcome to the neighborhood?"

Santana shook her head, "They looked super busy and serious, I mean they're probably the new transfer students," she lied with ease truthfully the two of them had smelled—wrong like blood. It had put her inner wolf on edge and she had backed away. She'd be keeping an eye on the two of them and she'd make damn sure to keep Rachel away from them if they did indeed come to McKinley. They smelled like what her dad had described vampires to smell like. It was an impossibility though, vampires didn't enter Lima, they had gotten wiped out ages ago and none of them had been stupid enough to return. It was something to definitely keep her eye on if she ever saw them again.

Rachel thought it over, "Perhaps we should go over there and introduce ourselves—we might be able to get them to join glee club that is if they decide to go to McKinley. We can bake some brownies—everyone likes brownies right—but as I have dietary restrictions perhaps we should ask so we don't offend."

"Rachel we don't even know if they're going to McKinley and we know nothing about these people—we aren't just going to go to their house randomly and start trying to recruit them to glee club," Santana said with a groan.

"They are coming to a new school Santana. I understand that they are probably siblings, but everyone gets lonely. They're probably scared about making the right impression, about what to wear, being friendly to them won't kill us. They'll probably look to fit in and what better place than the glee club?" Rachel asked with a grin, ignoring Santana who rolled her eyes.

"And if she's a better singer than you? Are you going to send her to a crack house?" Santana asked dryly and Rachel flushed.

"That was once and it was to an abandoned crack house," Rachel protested and Santana laughed much to Rachel's general mortification.

An: Thank you for taking a look a quick look at this chapter, tell me what you think make sure to tell me who you want to see Sam and Charlie with. Review to tell me if I should continue this, and no there won't be an update tomorrow. Don't worry more will be revealed as the story goes on.