This is really more of a supernatural action romantic dramedy, but that really wasn't an option.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Chapter 1 - Chosen
Quinn Fabray walked down the halls of McKinley High with her head up, flanked on either side by Santana and Brittany. She couldn't help but smirk as the students parted like the Red Sea for them. She loved the power their red, white, and black uniforms gave them. That combined with the fact that they were the three hottest girls at school meant they were unstoppable.
"Berry, Ten o'clock," Santana whispered.
Quinn looked down the hall and spotted her. Her hazel eyes sparkled as she made a beeline for the unsuspecting brunette.
The three Cheerios came to a halt a few feet away and Santana handed Quinn the cup she'd been holding.
"Hey!" Santana said, causing Rachel to look their way.
Before Rachel could even realize what was about to hit her, Quinn had thrown the frozen beverage in her face and Santana was laughing.
"Welcome back, Midget," Quinn greeted.
Rachel continued standing there, obviously too shocked to even move. Quinn smirked again and continued her journey down the hall; Santana was still flanking her, but Brittany paused for a moment to give Rachel a sympathetic smile.
"Later," Santana said, stopping at Quinn's final class to turn around and grab Brittany's hand.
"Do you really have to be so mean?" Brittany chastised as she and Santana continued down the hall. "Her dad just died and she's probably already sad enough right now without having to—"
Quinn listening to them for as long as she could hear them and she couldn't help but smile; despite being around her and Santana all the time, Brittany never once lost her compassion and Quinn was proud of her for it.
As soon as Quinn walked into her classroom, her eyes fell onto her very much not empty desk. With one glare, though, the weird Asian girl scrambled from the seat to her own, directly behind Quinn's.
The teacher was in the middle of speaking when Quinn had entered; he momentarily paused but continued. She was a few minutes late, but he would never say anything. Every teacher was too afraid of facing the wrath of her cheerleading coach to ever punish the Cheerios in any way. It was just one of many perks.
Quinn took her seat and could hear the girl behind her mutter something under her breath but chose to ignore it. Instead, she crossed her arms over her desk and put her chin on top.
She began fighting a losing battle with sleep and suddenly found herself thrust back into the nightmare she'd experienced the previous night.
Quinn hit the ground with a loud thud and tried to get her bearings. She once again had the feeling that someone—or something—was watching her.
She looked around for something to protect herself; she'd been in this position already and knew something was going to come barreling through the trees at any moment. Unfortunately for her, though, the ground didn't have so much as a small twig on it.
She cursed in frustration when she heard it. That thumping on the ground as if something very large and very heavy was running right for her. Without a second thought, Quinn turned and ran. She didn't know where she was going, but she went as fast as her legs could carry her. The noise was getting louder and then an ungodly shriek pierced the night air.
Quinn covered her ears but didn't slow down.
She ran until the trees became less thick and she found herself in a fairly sparse area. The moon was full above and she could see the path illuminated before her. It had to lead to somewhere, so she ran down it while listening for the creature; it was no longer behind her but seemed to be running through the trees parallel to her.
Just as she could see the end of the path and civilization, she was knocked sideways and started screaming.
Quinn was vaguely aware that someone was calling her name but she could barely hear it over the screams that were coming out of her own mouth.
The girl that sat behind her was kneeling beside Quinn, prying her hands off her face, and trying to calm the blonde down.
After a few moments, Quinn finally realized she was curled up on the floor of her classroom and stopped screaming. She was still shaking, though, and was trying to get her breathing to return to normal.
"Are you okay?" the girl above her asked.
Quinn could feel everyone staring at her and noticed that most people looked on as if she was some form of entertainment. The only person that even looked remotely concerned was the Asian girl hovering above her. Quinn made a mental note to be a little nicer to her.
"I'm—" Quinn slowly sat up, still feeling dazed.
"Do you want me to take you to the nurse?"
Quinn could only nod as she was helped up off the floor. She ignored the looks that everyone else was giving her and walked to the door, stumbling a bit.
"Wait," Quinn said once she was in the hall. "Take me to Coach Sylvester's office."
"Shouldn't you go see the nurse?"
Quinn shook her head. "The Cheerios have a better nurse on call."
The two continued to her office; Quinn could feel the other girl's eyes on her. She was probably looking for her to have another freak out and Quinn really couldn't blame her.
They stopped just outside Sylvester's office and Quinn quietly knocked on the door before opening it. She turned back to the other girl and gave her a small smile.
"Thanks, Tina," Quinn said.
The other girl actually looked surprised; Quinn didn't know if she was surprise that she was thanking her or that she knew her name.
"You're welcome."
"Faster!"
Quinn rolled her eyes as Coach Sylvester yelled at them all; sometimes she wondered if all the abuse was really worth it.
She was normally fine with the running, but today she was struggling. She didn't know if it was the lack of sleep but she'd been feeling strange all day. Maybe she was coming down with something. Either way, all this running definitely wasn't helping; they'd been out here for hours and most of it was spent running in the hot sun.
Several girls actually passed Quinn as she started slowing down on the track.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Q?"
Quinn took a deep breath and shook her head, trying to get rid of the weird feeling. Santana and Brittany had both stopped and turned around to look at their friend.
"Keep running!"
"Quinn?" Brittany took a step toward her, looking frightened. "You're really white."
"Seriously, Q, you might want to sit down before you—" Santana and Brittany watched her hit the ground. "—pass out."
This time Quinn woke up with Brittany hovering above her, her blues eyes sparkling with concern. As soon as her eyes opened, the other blonde was smiling at her.
"About damn time," Santana said from somewhere above her before her head popped into view.
"Weak," Coach Sylvester said, popping into view as well before putting her megaphone in front of her mouth. "That's it! Practice is over thanks to Q here. Be here at six a.m.!"
Everyone groaned but no one more so than Quinn, who was groaning from soreness when she tried to stand.
Brittany helped her to her feet and kept a steadying hand on her waist. "You scared me."
"Sorry," Quinn apologizing, giving her a halfhearted smile.
Santana rolled her eyes. "Let's get you to your car before you pass out again and I have to drag your ass across the field."
Quinn got to her car with some help from Brittany; when they got there, Santana threw Quinn's bag to her. She leaned against the vehicle as she fished her keys out of her bag.
"Are you okay to drive?" Brittany asked. "Maybe you should let San drive you."
Quinn waved her off upon seeing the look on Santana's face. "I'll be fine. I know you two had plans tonight so go on."
Brittany frowned. "Are you sure?"
"Yes; now go," Quinn ordered.
"If you say so." Santana grabbed Brittany's hand and started pulling her towards the only other car left in the lot.
Quinn rolled her eyes; those two were so obvious sometimes, even if they didn't want to admit what was going on between them.
After watching them pull away and finally finding her keys, Quinn got in her car and tried to start it.
Nothing.
Quinn tried again but her car was completely dead. Sighing, she grabbed her phone to call Santana to come back, but when she found it in her bag, her phone was also dead.
"Just great," she mumbled to herself. "Best day ever."
Quinn got out of the car, locked the car door, and shouldered her bag. Walking was the last thing she felt like doing, but she didn't really have much choice. It was getting dark and cold and she just wanted to get home, take a warm shower, and get a good night's sleep.
She was nearly halfway to her house when she passed by a graveyard and thought she saw something moving out of the corner of her eye. She picked up her pace but froze when she heard a distinct sound of someone calling for help.
She really couldn't decide if she should run to or away from the noise. There was no one else within sight, though, and what if someone really was in trouble? Very reluctantly, she headed toward the sound; she looked around for wherever the noise was coming from, but she appeared to be the only person around and the noise had stopped.
She frowned to herself and turned around to go back the way she came, but stopped and screamed.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Quinn asked her cheerleading coach, who was suddenly standing right in front of her.
"Q." She nodded and then held out her hand. "You're going to need this."
Quinn took the pointy piece of wood and frowned. "Uh."
"There's a vampire behind you," the older woman calmly said.
Quinn looked up at the woman who had clearly lost her mind. "Whatever you say, Coach."
She started to take a step but stopped when she heard a growling noise come from somewhere behind her. Quinn spun around to find what indeed did look like what she'd imagine a vampire to look like. Yellow eyes, bumpy forehead, bared fangs. Her jaw dropped and she looked at her coach, questioningly.
"Try not to die, I really don't feel like breaking in a new captain."
With that, she walked away and perched herself on top of one of the gravestones at the edge of the cemetery. Quinn looked from her to the piece of wood in her hand to the thing currently staring at her with hunger in his eyes.
This had rapidly turned into the worst day of her life.
Just when she was starting to wonder what the thing in front of her was waiting on, he suddenly started running toward her and Quinn shrieked in surprise. She turned to run but wasn't fast enough and soon found herself on the ground with her arms pinned to her sides.
"You can do better than that!"
Quinn actually rolled her eyes; only Sylvester could be chastising someone as they were fighting for their life.
The—vampire?—smiled and Quinn cringed at the sight. His teeth were yellow and his breath was putrid, hitting her in the face, causing her to have problems breathing.
This was not how she was going to go out.
She started struggling against his grasp, but he only held on tighter. After a few moments, she got desperate and actually head butted him, which caused him to release one of her hands.
Quinn used the momentary freedom to give him a right hook to his temple. He sat up a little higher, still on top of her, but it allowed her to move her leg. She placed her foot on his stomach and used all her leg strength to push him off of her.
He flew several feet and she frantically looked around for the wooden stake that had flown out of her hand when they'd collided. She was grasping around the grass, in the dark, but her hand eventually gripped the object.
With weapon in hand, Quinn scrambled to her feet just as he rushed her again. Quinn flipped the stake around so the sharp end was pointing out and pushed it out just as he reached her. She felt his weight hit it and they both looked down at the object, which was currently half in his chest. They both looked up and locked eyes for a split second before he exploded into dust right in front of her.
"That was sloppy." Quinn looked around with an incredulous look on her face. "And you're doing ten extra laps in the morning for getting your uniform dirty.
Quinn looked down and frowned. There was a bit of dirt and blood from where her arm had been scratched. That was the least of her worries, though, and when she looked up to ask her coach what was going on, the woman was already halfway across the graveyard and Quinn was left wondering if maybe she'd passed out again and had hallucinated the whole thing.
The next morning, Quinn was walking through the halls again, but she felt like she was in a daze. After making it home the night before, she took a quick shower and immediately went to bed only to have constant nightmares. They were all similar to the one from the previous day but the settings often changed; in every one, though, she was being changed by some unseen creature. By morning she had convinced herself that the previous night was also a dream and—although she had made Quinn do an extra ten laps—her coach hadn't mentioned anything, which lead her to believe that it really was a dream.
"What the hell is with you?" Santana asked as Quinn accidently bumped shoulders with her.
"Sorry," Quinn said, rubbing her eyes.
"You look like the walking dead," Santana said, eyeing the blonde.
Quinn rolled her eyes. "Why thank you."
"You really do," Brittany chimed in.
"I didn't get much sleep last night," Quinn said, sighing. "I kept having nightmares."
"Well suck it up," Santana said, clearly not at all interested. "And I know just the thing to make you feel better." Santana had an evil smirk on her face and a twinkle in her eye. "Berry is right over there; wanna go have some fun?"
Quinn opened her mouth to reply but one of the other Cheerios walked up to her. "Coach wants you in her office right now."
Quinn groaned as the other girl walked away. "Just what I need to make my day even better. I'll see you two at lunch."
"What a pity," Santana said, smirking at her. "I'll just go have my own fun with Berry."
Brittany gave Quinn a smile before she left them to head to Sue's office. She walked to the closed door and took a deep breath before knocking; it was never good news when Sylvester wanted to see you in her office. After three quick knocks on the door, Quinn waited. A few seconds later, a girl came out crying and Quinn began to worry more. She put her impassive face on, though, and walked into the office.
"Sit."
Quinn did as she was told and watched as her coach shuffled some papers around and then took off her glasses to stare at her.
"You're staying behind after practice today and for the rest of the week," Sue stated. "Last night was sloppy and I won't have any Slayer of mine being anything but the best."
Quinn blinked. "Excuse me?"
"You're a Slayer, Q," Sue said, staring at her. "I thought you were intelligent enough to figure that out for yourself, but I guess not."
"A Slayer?" Quinn said, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"Do you think you dreamed last night or is your memory just that bad? You have powers, one in every generation, blah blah. The last Slayer died a week ago and now you're the one, so if you want to live, you're going to learn to fight. Being the Slayer makes you a magnet for anything that wants to prove how powerful they are. Combine that with the normal craziness from this town and you'll have your hands full. We need to get you trained before things start figuring out who you are. Not that they're really going to believe it if you keep doing your impression of a guppy."
Quinn snapped her mouth shut and narrowed her eyes. "If I'm this so called 'Slayer' then what does that make you."
"Your Watcher; I'm here to make sure you're up to snuff and try to keep you alive," Sue replied.
"If I'm so important then why haven't you been training me all this time?" Quinn wondered.
Sue shrugged. "I didn't think you would be the one that was called; I figured there were girls that were far more adequate than you, but I guess there really are slim pickings out there."
Quinn scoffed and stood up. "No offense, Coach, but you're insane."
Sue put her glasses back on and stared up at Quinn. "So how do you explain last night?"
"I was dreaming," Quinn stated. "Or maybe hallucinating."
"Training after practice," Sue demanded. "Whether you believe me or not, you're still going to do as I say or you're off the Cheerios."
"Fine," Quinn said, huffing and crossing her arms.
"And stop looking like a petulant child," Sue called after her.
Quinn rolled her eyes and walked out of the office and down the empty hallway; lunch was already halfway over, so she made a detour for the bathroom. She really didn't feel like dealing with people right now anyway. She had a lot of practice at hiding her emotions, but even this was a lot for her to handle and the last thing she needed was Santana grilling her.
Once in the bathroom, she walked over and splashed some water on her face and took a deep breath. She grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser and started drying her face when she heard a sniffle come from one of the stalls.
"Who's there?" she asked, but she was met with silence except for another sniffle. "Seriously, who is there?"
The door at the stall on the end flew open and Quinn jumped.
"It's just me," Rachel said, stepping out and rubbing her red eyes.
Quinn watched the girl and felt a pang of guilt about whatever Santana had done that made the girl cry in the bathroom. It was probably nothing worse than the things she had personally done to the brunette and that thought made he feel even guiltier. Quinn suddenly found herself wondering if Rachel cried in the bathroom a lot.
"Whatever, Midget," Quinn said.
Quinn grabbed her bag from where she'd thrown it on the floor and walked for the door. Before the door closed, though, she glanced back and locked eyes with the other girl, but the door closed before she could decipher the look on her face.
"Where were you at lunch?"
Quinn looked up and saw Finn standing above her with a confused looked on his face. Or maybe that was his surprised look—or happy look—she really couldn't tell; his face pretty much always looked the same to her.
"Coach wanted to talk to me," she replied.
"Oh." Finn smiled and sat down in the desk to the left of her. "Are we still on for tonight?"
"Yeah, sure," Quinn said, disinterestedly staring at her notebook and tapping her pencil.
Finn was a nice guy and the school's quarterback; it was why she started dating him, but he was so boring and Quinn immediately tuned him out whenever he opened his mouth. It was expected of her—dating the most popular guy in school—but he was usually just white noise to her. She had way too much going on in her life to really care about dating anyone, but her family made it pretty clear about what she was to do so she didn't have much choice.
"What did Sylvester want?" Santana asked, plopping into the seat behind her as Brittany took the one to the side.
"Oh, you know," Quinn said, shrugging.
"No, I don't know or I wouldn't be asking you," Santana snapped.
Quinn rolled her eyes. "She wants me to stay late after practice."
"Why?" Brittany asked.
"Isn't it obviously?" Santana asked. "Quinn's been sucking so much in practice that she's making her suffer for all the fail."
Quinn clinched her jaw and wanted to hit Santana but couldn't refute it or she'd have to come up with another reason and she couldn't really think of a good one.
"Is that right?" Brittany asked, looking at her.
"Something like that," Quinn said, biting her lower lip.
Santana laughed and Quinn scowled at her; she really wanted to hit her friend right now.
"What's wrong with practice?" Finn wondered.
"Blondie here passed out after running yesterday," Santana said, poking Quinn in the back. "Didn't she tell you?"
Quinn rolled her eyes; Santana knew damn well she hadn't told him and wasn't going to. "It's nothing, Finn, don't worry about it. I was just dehydrated, but I'm fine now."
"Then why did you almost fall off the top of the pyramid this morning?" Santana asked and Quinn could hear the smirk in her voice.
"I'm fine," Quinn said through gritted teeth. "I was just tired this morning."
Sometimes she didn't know how she put up with Santana as her best friend. The girl went from being concerned and protective of her to things like this in the blink of an eye. The girl was seriously bipolar sometimes and Quinn never knew which version of Santana she was going to get and it could randomly change throughout the day.
"What did you do to Berry earlier?" Quinn found herself asking before she even had time to think of what was coming out of her mouth.
"I just had a bit of fun with her," Santana replied.
Quinn looked over to Brittany and the girl's normally serene face had a frown on it. Quinn was guessing whatever 'fun' Santana had was pretty bad and that maybe she didn't want to know.
"Laughable at best! Practice at 6 a.m.! And don't forget to keep your ass on the field, Q!"
Quinn rolled her eyes and groaned; she was really hoping Sylvester would forget all about her 'training'. She took the opportunity to lie down on the grass and catch her breath as the rest of the Cheerios filed past. Santana smirked down at her and Brittany looked down, giving her a kind smile.
"What are you waiting for? Let's get this over with; I have things to do that don't involve training your sorry ass."
Quinn groaned again and reluctantly got up from the surprisingly comfortable grass to trudge behind her coach. She wondered where they were going since they were heading inside, but Sue seemed to be heading to the gym—or maybe the Cheerios locker room.
"Here," Sue said, dangling a key in front of Quinn's face.
"What's this?" Quinn asked.
"A key," Sue replied. "Are you blind?"
Quinn bit her tongue and continued following her coach to the Cheerio's locker room and to a door she'd never seen opened before.
"Well go on," Sue impatiently said.
Quinn bit back her retort and stuck the key in the doorknob and opened the door to reveal a pitch black room. She stepped through and heard something drop on the floor behind her. As soon as she turned around, Sue was closing the door behind her, saying, "You're going to need that."
Right before the door closed, she looked down to see another wooden stake and was suddenly filled with dread. She immediately bent down, grabbed the stake, and straightened up, groping her hand around the wall to find the light switch that had to be there somewhere. Just as she heard a growl, her hand connected with the switch and she flicked the light on.
"Jesus, not again," she muttered, staring into the eyes of another vampire.
So much for training.
"Are you trying to get me killed?" Quinn shouted, slamming her hand on the metal door.
She could hear the thing behind her start moving and she whipped around right as he came barreling at her. She moved just in time, though, and he went slamming head first into the door.
Quinn backed away, tripping over something in the process, and hitting her shoulder on a crate. She hissed in pain and staggered to her feet just as the vampire was getting back on his.
She frantically looked around and there were weapons all over the walls but none she knew how to use. There was a sword, but it was half her size and she figured she would do more damage to herself with it than anything else. Instead, she gripped the stake tighter and tried to formulate a plan—it was easier said than done when she had a vampire staring hungrily at her.
"I can do this," Quinn said, squaring her shoulders.
The vampire rushed her again and Quinn used the momentum and her Cheerios training to roll with him. They both tumbled and the vampire ended up on his back with Quinn straddling him. She was so surprised that it worked that she stared at him for a second before thrusting the stake into his chest. Like the first time, he turned to dust underneath her, causing her to fall forward a bit.
She smiled to herself and looked around to make sure Sylvester didn't have any other surprises that were about to pounce on her. She saw nothing, though, so she got up, walked to the door, and pounded her fist on it.
"He's gone," Quinn said loudly.
She could hear the jungle of keys and the door opened. "What took you so long?"
Quinn rubbed her left shoulder and frowned. "At least I did it; I'm alive and he isn't."
"Do you really think you're going to survive out there if there's more than one or even one that isn't new?" Sue asked. "That thing was newly turned, just like the one from last night. You need to be prepared because you will not live for long out there."
"If all of this is real, then why the hell was I not being trained all along?" Quinn yelled. "You keep saying how bad I am, but I haven't even known about this for a day!"
"I told you," Sue replied. "I didn't think it would be you."
Quinn scoffed. "I remember—because I'm inadequate, yeah?"
Sue sighed and sat down on a bench against the wall. "I was hoping it wouldn't be you. You already had so much pressure on you and I didn't want to put the weight of the world on your shoulders."
Quinn stared at her coach, blinking. Was Sue really showing emotion and—dare she think it—caring?
"So what is a Watcher?" Quinn asked.
"A Watcher is there to guide their Slayer, train them, try to keep them alive," Sue replied. "The Council sent me here ten years ago to keep an eye on you."
"You've been watching out for me for the last ten years?" Quinn was shocked.
"Lima is worse than most towns and not just because of all the mediocrity here," Sue stated. "There's rumored to be a Hellmouth in Cleveland, but it's actually here."
"A Hellmouth?" Quinn asked.
Sue stood up and put her hands on her hips. "One of many; it means everything will be drawn to the evil energy in this place and you're twice as likely to fail. As soon as the last Slayer died, you gained all kinds of abilities—speed, agility, strength—but you need to learn to use it if you're going to learn to survive."
Quinn sighed; this was crazy and she wouldn't believe any of it if she hadn't seen everything with her own two eyes. So either she was delusional or this was really happening. She would honestly rather be delusional, but something told her she wasn't. It did cross her mind that it all could be part of an elaborate joke, but Quinn didn't think Sue even knew what a joke was.
"So do we start the training now?" Quinn asked.
If this was really happening then she was damn well going to learn to fight; she was only fifteen, she wasn't ready to die.
"Excellent," Sue said, grinning.
"Where were you last night?" Finn asked, coming up to Quinn's locker.
"What?" she asked, looking at him from the corner of her eye.
"We were supposed to go out last night?" Finn said in a harsh whisper. "I went to your house and your mother said you hadn't been home and she didn't know where you were. You made me look like an idiot!"
Quinn rolled her eyes. "You're good at looking like an idiot all by yourself; you don't need my help with that."
Finn frowned. "Excuse me?"
"Take a hint," Quinn said, slamming her locker shut. "I'm sorry that I forgot about last night, but I have more important things going on in my life than you."
Finn huffed. "Let's go out tonight then."
"I can't," Quinn said, trying to walk away.
"Go out with me tonight or we're over," Finn said, getting in her way. "I'm your boyfriend and you need to make time for me."
"I told you, I can't," Quinn said, pushing past him.
"What's so much more important than me?" Finn asked.
Quinn sighed. "None of your business. We're over, Finn."
"What?" He was turning slightly red.
"You're the one who said we're over if I don't go out with you tonight," Quinn reminded him. "I'm not, so we're done."
"I didn't mean it," Finn said, trying to keep up with her.
"Well I do," Quinn replied, walking away from him as he scratched his head.
"Did I just hear you breaking up with Finn?" Santana asked, falling in beside Quinn.
Quinn sighed. "Yes."
"I must say I didn't see that one coming," Santana said, smirking.
"He was bugging me," Quinn coolly said.
"I didn't think you had it in you," Santana said, actually smiling at her.
Quinn stopped and faced Santana "What do you mean?"
"You clearly didn't even like him," Santana said, shrugging. "I wondered why you were with him to begin with, but then I remembered your parents and knew it was them pressuring you. You're too good for that simpleton."
"Uh thanks, Santana," Quinn said, thrown by how nice Santana was being.
"Don't mention it, bitch," Santana said over her shoulder as she walked away.
"I'm what?" Quinn asked, putting her hands on her hips.
"Patrolling," Sue repeated.
Quinn scoffed. "Is that really a good idea? We've only trained twice and now you want me to go out there on my own? Are you crazy? I'm going to get killed out there!"
"People are dying, Q" Sue stated. "You need to get out there as soon as possible or things are only going to get worse."
Quinn sighed; she knew she wasn't ready for this, but what choice did she have? She'd never been one for sacrificing herself for others, but that was pretty much her job now. She could sit back and not accept her destiny, but it didn't feel right; she had the power to help the world and she couldn't just do nothing.
"Fine," Quinn said, nodding. "I'll go out there."
"Good." Sue handed her a small bag. "Stakes, holy water, a dagger, a cross, and a first aid kit."
Quinn laughed. "I'll definitely be needing that by the end of the night."
"I would go with you but—"
"I need to do this on my own," Quinn said, nodding in understanding.
"This is me throwing you in the deep end," Sue stated.
"I wouldn't expect anything less from you, Coach," Quinn said.
"Go to the graveyard from Monday night," Sue instructed. "Someone was freshly buried and they died under mysterious circumstances, so chances are they'll be coming out of the ground tonight."
Quinn nodded. "Okay."
"Sun's nearly down," Sue said, looking out the window.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Quinn said, heading for the door. As soon as she reached it, she turned around. "Does this mean I can get out of Cheerios practice in the morning?"
Sue's eyes narrowed at her. "Only if you die."
"I might be able to arrange that," Quinn said with a small smile.
Forty minutes later, she found herself wondering around the graveyard, stake in one hand and a cross in the other, intently listening for any noise. So far she had miraculously fended off a rogue cat that jumped out and scared the shit out of her, but there had been nothing supernatural. She found the freshly dug grave of one Gregory Sampson and was keeping a close eye on it, though.
It wasn't very late, but Quinn couldn't stop yawning. The nightmares had yet to subside and actually seemed to be getting worse. She didn't know if it was because she was suddenly learning of the horrors that were really out there or if it was something else, but it was making it difficult to get a good night's rest.
"What's a girl like you doing all alone in a place like this?"
Quinn jumped and whipped around to find herself staring into the green eyes of a girl not much older than her. After a moment, she realized what she was holding and threw her hands behind her back. The last thing she needed was someone thinking she liked hanging out in graveyards with a pointy piece of wood and a cross.
"I could ask you the same question," Quinn retorted.
"Just taking a stroll," the redhead replied.
"Me too," Quinn lied.
"Is that why you were just standing there with a stake in your hand?"
Quinn groaned and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Does this mean we have an actual Slayer in town? My mistress will be so pleased to learn that I've killed you."
Quinn was prepared when the redheaded vampire charged her; she grabbed the vampire's arm and flipped her over. She didn't stay down long, though, and Quinn suddenly found herself with a punch to the face.
"This is going to be too easy."
Quinn scoffed. "Keep telling yourself that."
Quinn thrust the cross into the vampire's face and she recoiled, giving Quinn the chance to place a perfectly aimed kick to the head. It knocked the vampire back a few feet and Quinn gripped her stake, quickly plunging it into the creature's chest.
"Yes!" Quinn cheered, jumping into the air in victory.
Maybe she could do this.
"Quinn?"
The blonde turned around to see none other than Rachel Berry standing there, frown on her face, and mouth slightly open in what looked like surprise.
"Who was that and why did she just explode? And what's a Slayer?"
Quinn's eyes widened. "Oh god."
Anyone who knows me will not be surprised at all that I did this. I'm the biggest Buffy nut you'll ever find and I've always wanted to do something like this, but this was the first time I thought the characters of a show would go well with the concept.
If you all like it and want more, I plan on doing a 22 chapter story; it would essentially be a 22 episode season with an overarching story.
So definitely let me know what you think and let me know if you like it or I won't know if I should continue on.
Also, bonus points to anyone who knows why I picked today to post it :).
