Plot: Quinn's heard of them, but she never thought she'd actually wind up being here. Standing in the abandoned warehouse, she realizes this was a huge mistake; paying to be fed on by a vampire? Clearly she had some sort of twisted death wish. But then she see's those eyes...and she isn't sure what causes it exactly, the rush of blood leaving her body, or the lips on her wrist, but she's feeling again, and that's all that matters anymore.


The dim lighting surrounding her pale skin is enough to make Quinn want to turn around; it's enough to cause the fine hairs on her arms to stand alert, for that very basic fight or flight instinct to appear at full force as she just barely makes out the others. Other people willingly walking to a shabby, dirty building, paying to be fed on. Quinn didn't understand it, she couldn't understand why someone would want this, until this afternoon. Feeling lonely wasn't exactly something that Quinn verbalized often, but it was also the one thing she could never say out loud; because how could someone surrounded with so many people feel lonely? She vaguely remembers Santana rolling her eyes when Quinn admitted it to her once, and she never dared to speak of it again. So Quinn understood that need to feel needed. She understood that people got lonely, and whether they paid for it or not, would find someone to want to be there. However, she's not sure she was quite this desperate, and just as she's about to turn and walk right back out the building - cover charge be damned - she see's the hauntingly beautiful eyes of one of them. They're so curious, nothing like the hungry ones that surround her, looking up from their...meals.

Maybe it's the fear that makes that gaze look so incredibly dazzling, or maybe it's the flickering of the candles overhead, the dancing of the light hung on the walls creating the dungeon feel that surrounds them all. Whatever it is, Quinn's lost. She's lost in the vampire's eyes, in the way her heads tilts just so, in the way she stands. Not like a predator, and how grateful Quinn is for that, but more like a curious child. Where this curiosity stemmed from, Quinn couldn't know; but to be noticed so easily, to intrigue someone, or rather something, the way she seemed to intrigue this specific vampire had her staying still. The fear dissipated quickly, evaporating in the air as the vampire finally stepped in close enough to Quinn, her blood red eyes not taunting, nor hungry; curious is truly the only way to describe the creature. "Are you lost?"

The friendliness found in the vampire's tone is not what Quinn expected; her father had always painted a horrible picture in her mind about them, the creatures of the night. They were demons, meant to be damned, meant for a lifetime of torture and nothing more. But the way this one looks at her, the way she has her coming undone by simply looking into her bright hazel eyes...Quinn isn't so sure those stories are the truth anymore. At least, she isn't sure they are true for all of them, perhaps maybe a few. "I…" She starts, but her words die out, because she is. She's completely lost in the way this vampire see's her. Quinn Fabray is no stranger to company, she has many people flocking over her, wanting to be seen standing next to her for a mere step up in status, rather than to know her. So when this vampire looks at her with such care, with such wonder, she can't imagine what she could have possibly seen. "I'm not sure."

Somehow the vampire understands, her lips twitching to a small smile as she reaches out for Quinn's wrist, it was incredibly hard not to notice the blonde flinch away. "I won't hurt you," The brunette promised, taking the pale wrist in the lightest grasp possible, giving Quinn the freedom to pull away should she so choose. And while every inch of Quinn is telling her to just walk away, that now might just be her only chance, she finds her feet choosing the opposite, walking forward with the hypnotizing brunette.

The building isn't anything special, nothing more than an abandoned warehouse that the vampires seemed to have turned into some kind of makeshift business. Some have the decency to feed behind closed doors, others - those more impatient, Quinn assumes - have decided to do so against a wall, or on the floor. No matter the place Quinn can't help but notice how completely sexual it always seems. The room her vampire chooses seems to be furthest from everyone else, and the sounds of moaning and the sporadic growl she once heard from the hallway are nearly gone now, a fact Quinn's positive the vampire did purposefully.

Hazel eyes watch as the vampire released her wrist, and walks to a mattress at the far end of the room. She doesn't speak, simply sits atop it and brings her knees up to her chest, looking to Quinn expectantly. It lasted only a few seconds, however, as the vampire seemed to grow slightly more impatient with the blonde as she explained herself. "I thought you might be more comfortable without all of the eyes on you. Just let me know when you make up your mind. I'm Rachel, in case you were wondering." Stunningly pale fingers point to herself, as if she needed to be more clear.

Pink lips part momentarily, preparing for a biting remark before shutting back down tightly. She's not sure if challenging a vampire as if they were simply another annoying peer at McKinley was such a wonderfully good idea. So instead, Quinn decides to move, heading towards the vampire on the bed. It seems that no matter what Quinn thinks, her body will do as it pleases; whether this was smart or simply foolish has yet to be seen, but so far she had managed to trust the vampire more than anyone before it. Yet another peculiarity about the evening. "Will it hurt?"

"At first," the brunette confesses, not moving an inch, not even feigning breathing as she nods. "The first time is always the most painful, however it's only for a moment. Have you been following the news lately, a lot of our secrets have come out recently, much to many of our disliking." Admittedly the news had been something Quinn actively avoided, the only reason she ever listened was to do her best not to mention something that would send her father on an angry rampage. So when she shook her head slowly to indicate such, Rachel simply smiles fondly. There had been something charming about the action, something that actually pulled at the vampires unbeating heart. "Well, there had been rumors about a venom that could kill if not properly treated. It's only half true, we do have a kind of...venom I suppose, but it isn't deadly. It's actually closer to a numbing agent, so that when we bite, it hurts for only a moment. The more of the agent you get, the faster it takes to react."

Quinn's blonde hair dances some as she nods to Rachel's form, ealization hitting that the room gave much less light as there was no source other than the moon outside. She can make out Rachel's face just barely, but could still see the fond smile held perfectly in place, and she can still very much see those red eyes searching Quinn's face for whether or not she should proceed. "Will you stop?"

Rachel almost seemed offended by this notion, as if she had such little self-control as to not pull away before taking an innocent life. But understanding washed over her soon after, and she sighed some before answering, that smile returning as beautiful as ever. Quinn truly was entranced and it took a few measly seconds of eye contact. "As soon as you tell me to. Just tell me if you start to feel dizzy, I need to stop at that point." Quinn's nod came a few beats after, and the two sat still for even longer, Rachel waiting for Quinn to make a move, and Quinn waiting for Rachel. She wasn't sure where she would bite, or if there was a preference, so she waited on the vampire to choose. When she finally did, Rachel took Quinn's wrist, just as delicately as before, and spoke with such softness that Quinn felt her heart skip. "May I?"

Another nod and Rachel began pulling the wrist in close to her lips. It shocked Quinn how completely delicate she was, how she was so careful not to make a human nervous, not to take advantage. Not even living beings had shown her so much respect, so much care. And at the feel of the softest pair of cool lips placing a tender kiss to her wrist, Quinn's eyes fluttered closed, half in preparation, half in complete awe of how it made her feel. She hadn't seen the canines stretch, or how Rachel's eyes seemed to blacken within seconds, but felt very clearly the fresh puncture wounds over her untainted skin. She hissed, and whined a little, but just like Rachel had told her, soon the pain was lessening, and only the odd feeling of a small rush came to her. It hadn't crossed her mind before, but now, as she slowly opened her eyes again and saw Rachel working her skin, she worried about how she would cover the wound later.

A moan passed Rachel's lips as she tasted Quinn, shocked at how sweet it was, and the sound alone had Quinn whimpering softly, white teeth taking her bottom lip hostage as she recognized the sound as her own voice. Black eyes flashed up to meet Quinn's gaze, less innocent than before but still just as hypnotizing. Just as hauntingly beautiful. Suddenly Quinn wanted to feel. She wanted to know what Rachel felt, she wanted to touch and just...feel. And as she raised her free hand, Rachel's black eyes followed it's movements, closing the second she felt the pale fingers run through her chestnut hair. It was the closest to heaven that she ever believed she'd get, and she relished in that knowledge.

Unlike the others in the building, Quinn noticed how Rachel took her time. She was far more gentle, lapping what Quinn's pulse offered rather than sucking greedily. The only other noticeable act was how Rachel continued to treat Quinn like she were something so incredibly delicate, breakable with a simple twitch of Rachel's wrist. Which, Quinn could guess to be potentially true, but there was a gut knowledge in that Rachel would never intentionally harm her. Shown by the gentle strokes to her arm, Rachel's free fingers - the ones not currently holding Quinn's wrist in the softest of grasps - running up and down the pale flesh of her forearm. Quinn's hand stalled a moment in Rachel's brown locks, recognition falling over her. She'd felt this only once before, this absolute craving to feel someone's lips on her own. It was just as she began shaking the thoughts from her head that Rachel pulled away from the wound, using a nearby towel that Quinn had failed to see to cover it. "Are you feeling okay?"

Quinn was dizzy, however not from the lack of blood, though she was sure that would come very soon, but rather from how everything she once knew about herself was changing. She once thought she was stronger, not needing to find a way to feel close to someone, being completely and whole-heartedly interested in her current boyfriend, wanting nothing more than to be prom queen next year. But now, as Rachel's hands held tightly to the towel over Quinn's wrist to try and keep her from bleeding to profusely, all Quinn knew was that she wanted to stay here. At least here she felt wanted, at least here she felt needed, at least here she felt something. "I'm fine," Quinn lied in her talented way, the one no one would question at McKinley because they'd seen it so many times before. It grew easy to believe it when they knew they'd never win. "I just wasn't expecting - It wasn't supposed to feel like that."

It almost looked like Rachel was going to ask something, but her face fell back into its contented smile quickly, any trace of questions gone before Quinn could be sure they were even there. "Would you like me to continue?"

"No," Quinn spoke all too quickly, but she didn't trust herself not to. For all she knew any later and she'd open her mouth to say no and wind up saying yes anyways. "I have to do homework, and figure out how I'm going to cover this up for tomorrow." There was a little more bite to her tone than she truly felt, but all defenses were up now. Quinn Fabray and vulnerability only lead to tragedy, and that was simply something she couldn't have happen. Not while she sat next to a vampire. A vampire that had recently fed on her. "How much do I owe you?"

"Will you be coming back?"

The question had caught Quinn off guard, her intent to stand stopped short by those beautiful red eyes. When had they returned to their unnatural color? "I don't know," She spoke, her voice much quieter than she anticipated it to be. It took her a second to realize that the dark marks around Rachel's lips had been due to her own blood, and suddenly she felt chilled to her bone. "I don't think so."

"Then don't worry about it."

Quinn didn't question the generosity, she instead chose to finally listen to her head and escape the building as quickly as possible, the towel on her wrist now being held by her own hand and not by the careful hands of Rachel. She didn't look back as she walked to her car, and while driving may not have been easy, she managed to race home, afraid that she would wind up turning right back around for more. Or at the very least turning around to see Rachel, to know her, to ask her everything she possibly could. But she couldn't, this was an experiment, this was just to feel something; this was never meant to be anything more than finding that one thing that could wake her up. And yet it wound up being so much more than she could have thought possible.