A/N: I love this story to death and my own stab of the supernatural and all that stuff. Give it a chance and I promise you won't regret it. I freaking love my beta for pushing me to new limits and I exceeded my own expectations with this story. Review, follow, favorite and give me your opinions.

The bright blue sky turned dark as she waited. It was almost time. Cracking her neck, she scanned the streets until she saw her. Good she's alone. She smiled before she vanished in the shadows and reappeared walking behind the woman. Getting closer she could smell the fear that extruded from the woman and chuckled to herself. It took a few seconds before she was so close that she could hear her breathing.

The woman sped up walking just enough for her to take notice. Maybe it confused the lady to be scared of her since she looked only to be around twenty and even with her toned muscles or her devilish glare, no one's heard of women being predators. There's something in the thought of women attacking other women at night that puts a certain bad taste in human's mouths and they would definitely ignore it if they ever saw it. They all think the same thing, "Aren't women supposed to stick together? They should be looking out for one another instead of attacking each other."

The problem with thinking those things was that Santana wasn't completely human, if at all, and it always threw the people she hunted off track.

She got a tight grip on the lady's arm and before she could fight her off they were suddenly in an empty shed. It was damp and slightly smelled of mildew. The floor consisted of soft earth that looked like it was recently turned over and easily molded under their weight.

The human blinked uncontrollably as if she thought she were hallucinating, "W-where am I? Somebody help me!"

Santana laughed at the meaningless cry for help as she circled around the human. This was her meal for the night and she loved how they screamed. It made her skin itch as the fear pouring out of the human overwhelmed the room and it only made her think of nothing else but to attack. To feed.

"Please God! Can anyone hear me!?"

She never understood why humans seem to scream the same things. It was the only thing in the hunt that always annoyed her. Humans seemed to have a lack of imagination when begging for their lives. knowing their last words were usually so pathetic and only made her more eager to kill them.

She bent down and whispered in the woman's ear in a slow sultry voice, "There's no God here."

It was unoriginal but always did the job of striking the fear she wanted. Santana didn't wait for the expected blood curling scream that begged to climb out of the human's throat as she got her dagger out and slowly sliced down her cheek. It made the screaming so much more enjoyable for her to know that there was a reason for it. Smelling the sweet liquid pour out of her cheek, it almost made Santana forget why she was there. The blood ran down the girl's jaw line to her throat very thick and fast from adrenaline pumping through her veins.

"No one can hear you from where we are." She pronounced every syllable slowly before licking the blood off her jaw and neck, "You should be very afraid."

Another scream started to build in the woman's throat as Santana quickly jumped on top of her and plunged her dagger into her chest. The human looked surprised as she twisted it and the air filled with her life energy. Santana eagerly breathed in the human's chi as it left its former occupant's body and shuttered as it made its way into her own. It made her feel alive and every nerve in her body buzzed. It was like taking a drug that ripped the fog away and made you feel vibrant and energized. All that was left was a gurgling sound from human before she turned to a powdery gray dust that covered the floor.

Santana cracked her neck as she tried keeping that initial high for as long as possible. It felt amazing for her to catch the humans who had a lot of spirit in them, whether it was a fighting or submissive spirit. Santana picked up her dagger and placed it in its holder on her thigh carefully, "Well that was fun while it lasted."

It didn't take long before the human's guardian showed up to collect what was left of her. She watched as it wept over the pile of dust and almost pitied it for being so caring. Santana thought that if they truly cared about any of the people they took care of, they would've tried to stop her or maybe never leave their human's side in the first place.

"You know she can't hear you right? She stopped having that sense right around the time I killed her. I don't think she had much of a sense of anything anyways since she chose to be without you in the middle of the night."

She didn't have to turn around to know that her closest friend Quinn Fabray stood behind her, "Santana, do you have to taunt anything that comes your way? You can be so morbid sometimes."

It wasn't only because she grew accustomed to her scent or her blinking in at random times, but it was the simple fact that there wasn't anyone else that would keep her company. Santana's a hybrid demon and hybrids tend to die at a young age from getting killed off or dying by their own hands, not to mention that they're not well accepted in the underworld community. They feel something that an ordinary demon can't and sometimes it ends up being their biggest weakness but Santana isn't like that. She loves killing and feeding off human's too much to be as weak as the others. There was still the small part of her that was as human as her kills but it was minuscule and overpowered by her sense of joy for what she was.

Now, all demons has certain talents or powers that help them hunt. Sometimes and very rarely, their strengths can evolve into something special. All demons can transport anywhere in a blink of an eye, hence the term blinking. Some can control elements such as fire, ice, air, whatever but that only comes with how strong the demon is itself. Very few demons can warp elements, become shape shifters or develop abilities that are special circumstances but it depends on a lot of different factors that'll come into play later in this story. Two of the same demon can have different abilities from each other and strengths. Normal skills include being good with a bow and arrow and others are good with knives, like Santana. They all have fairly good combat skills but all have a unique way of killing somebody.

There are a few ways a hybrid demon, specifically Santana, can feed off humans. She doesn't need to kill humans to feed but she prefers it. She could just take what she needed but she didn't see the fun in that. So for killing, feeding, or both she could slowly suck their life from their bodies (it can be painful or enjoyable. It really depends on her mood), or she could go the old-fashioned way and feed off of their blood. But she enjoys feeling the way fear engulfs the room and works its way through her body when she does a bit of both.

Santana smirked at Quinn as she stroked the knife on her thigh, "I can't help it Q, you know I love watching them clean up my mess."

"Come on, it's getting boring here. I start needing your services when I'm bored."

Santana smiled knowingly and grabbed her by the waist. She blinked back to Quinn's place and jumped on her with her legs wrapped around her waist as they fell on the bed. The smell coming off of Quinn's body set her nerves on edge for the second time tonight. She knew how to control herself so she wasn't worried about killing her seeing as it was close to impossible. She knew how to only feed on sexual chi and it gave them both an amazing high. Chi, of course, is a form of a person's life energy that Santana could feed off of in any way, shape, or form since she's half succubus. It could be through someone's sexual, pain, love, or an entire life chi. It's also something she can feed off of air born or through blood.

She usually fed off Quinn by biting into her but sucking her life force by air until she was weak enough to orgasm and fall asleep. When she'll woke up, they'd both be ready for round two. Santana turned over to see Quinn's eyes flashing gold which usually suggested she was ready to go again so she flipped herself on top of her and bit down on the first piece of flesh she saw until she heard screams of pleasure.

It was very fluid between them. It wasn't like they loved each other. It was close to impossible for demons to love and unheard of for hybrids. The human part of them isn't capable of obtaining that kind of emotion. From what Santana could remember, she doesn't recall ever being in love in her past lives but as far as she's concerned, she doesn't want to know. She was human a very long time ago and all she remembers is waking up one day with a hunger so strong that it made her throat tighten for something sweet and thick. Of course she tore apart the closest town she found to satisfy herself. She always felt the pain of never being satisfied enough but one day she got an offer she couldn't refuse and that's how she turned part demon. She knows that some part of herself has tiny remembrance of the human left inside but she rather not try to find out. It was the only part of her that she purposely let starve and that's why she didn't know that something inside of her was on high alert because somewhere far from earth, you can call it Heaven, Olympus, or any other safe haven names human's have given it, made Santana's skin prickle.

Brittany couldn't feel her body as her mind started drifting farther from reality. She tried keeping herself heavy with the gravity around her as best she could but there was a bigger part of her that was urging to let go. The dark abyss she floated in seemed so peaceful and less painful. She knew she should've kept fighting for something, though she didn't know what. She couldn't think about anything but letting go and eventually, she did. She felt her mind float towards the darkness and all her thoughts quickly dimmed away as she choked on her breath from lightening striking her chest. She slammed hard against marble tile as she felt another jolt of energy pass through her like a pulse. She was so alarmed by the sudden awareness of her body and mind that she didn't want to open her eyes. She was too afraid of what might be waiting for her and there was an unsettling feeling that seeped in her bones. She slightly shivered as sweat started to bead on her forehead. She thought it felt like it should have been freezing and hot at the same time but it was a comfortable feeling. She slowly opened her eyes to see white marble floor that looked like it never ended. She didn't see anyone around but felt like she was being watched.

Brittany's voice broke as she spoke, "H-hello?"

Another jolt of lightening passed through her body, making her lurch forward.

A voice echoed as if they were in a long hallway, "I'm so sorry. It won't hurt and even if it does, you won't remember."

She didn't feel scared or on edge from the person talking but felt like she should've been since she couldn't see where it was coming from. The voice soothed her and made her feel safe.

She felt uncomfortable knowing what she should have felt and what she was actually feeling, "What's happening to me?"

"You'll find out soon enough. Everything you were and everything you've done in your past life got you to this exact moment and your existence is as special as everyone you'll be with."

Confusion clouded her mind as she tried getting up, only to be slammed on the floor again, "Past life?"