The V Word (The rewrite)

A/N- ok so quite a few of you gave me a lot of input and I thank you! So I decided to give you an idea of what I would be doing with the story if it was rewritten... yes, I plan on Rachel becoming a teenager in this story. However, I don't want to rush this time like I did before, things will progress a little slower.

LET ME KNOW HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT THE REWRITE! If you like it, then I will repost it as a new story!

The V Word

Chapter One

"Just do it!"

"Ya! Don't be a baby!"

"If you don't do it then we'll tell everyone that you are a big chicken!"

Rachel Berry stood at the edge of a large forest, heart thumping wildly against her delicate chest. The forest was a place better left unexplored by young ones.

There were monsters in the forest, more specifically, a Witch.

Every child in Lima Ohio has heard of the Witch that haunts the large forest. She lives in a cottage at the end of the dirt path. You can't see if from the edge of the forest...you have to walk deep inside. It's believed that she waits in the trees, waits for a precious little child to pass by, then... she eats them. But not before dragging them to her cottage to torture them.

Rachel Berry was alone. Desperately in need of friends. She would be starting the first grade soon, she didn't want to be some loser that had to sit alone at lunch. So when Noah Puckerman, Santana Lopez, and Sam Evans promised to be her friends... she was over the moon.

Of course there was a catch.

"You have to doorbell ditch the Witch's house... then we can be friends." Santana had crossed her thin arms over her chest, sneering at a giddy/terrified Rachel.

"Ok, I'll do it." The words were out of her mouth before she could even truly register anything.

She REALLY needed friends.

She filled her lungs with a gulp of air. Then, before she lost whatever nerve she had, she set off into the woods.

Blood was pulsing in her ears, too loud for her to hear the far away cheers of her newly made friends.

This wasn't so bad. It was in the middle of the afternoon, the sun was shining through the tops of the trees. Rachel couldn't help but chuckle at herself, being all worked up for nothing. There were no scary noises, no dark shadows... in fact, the forest was quite beautiful.

She walked for about ten minutes before she finally saw it. The old cottage. But it was nothing like other children had described. She thought it would be old and run down, broken windows and weeds. Actually it seemed to fit snugly with the forest around it. It was well built, clean with well-kept flower beds. Light puffs of smoke bursting from the chimney.

This was it. Her moment. Rachel Berry was about to make history, AND friends.

Her mary jane clad feet carried her to the front door of the cottage. There was no doorbell, which presented a problem. How was she supposed to doorbell ditch a house with no doorbell? She would have to be creative. With a quick breath she pounded her small fist on the oak door.

Then, she ran.

In her six years of living, Rachel had never run like she was at this moment. Legs and arms pumping, heart racing, eyes darting in every direction.

She didn't make it far, unfortunately. Gravity has a way of really bringing you down (pun intended). And gravity brought Rachel down, hard. Her shoe caught on a rock and in one swift motion she was tumbling to the ground. Her head hit the corner of a sharp rock, sending a current of pain from her neck all the way down to her toes.

She couldn't help but whimper and tears sprung to her eyes. Everything was ok, she was ok, she was...

Rachel Berry, was unconscience.

*RQ*

Quinn Fabray was sure she had seen it all. Having lived about 100 years, who wouldn't have seen it all? Things certainly had changed in the course of a century, but one thing never changed.

Kids.

Nope, they were always the same. Always adventurous and carefree... and stupid.

God, kids were so stupid. Every summer was the same. She had lived in her cottage in Lima for about fifty years. Every summer some kid would wander up to her door, knock, and run away. It really didn't bother her, though she didn't want to be seen by the people of Lima. The kids weren't in any danger, not on Quinn's part. She was't a monster... at least not a horrid and mean one.

Today was...interesting to say the least.

Quinn had seen the little girl approaching her door, heard the little fists on her door, saw the girl blitzing down the path... witnessed the poor young thing trip and pass out.

Quinn wasn't heartless.

That's how she ended up with a tiny human laying fast asleep on her couch.

The girl was very pretty. She was small, petite, with thick brown hair that was braided in pigtails. She wore a cute baby blue t-shirt, a white skirt, and black ballet shoes. Her face was perfect, soft, Quinn winced at the gash in the girls forhead. It was cleaned and bandaged now, she would have to make sure that it didn't leave a scar.

Quinn sighed. She could hear it, the blood flowing through the young girl's veins, her heart happily beating away.

It was so tempting. She didn't want to bite the girl (she hadn't had human blood in over a decade). No, she wanted to touch.

Not in a creepy way. She just wanted to feel the brunettes pulse. Something about this little girl was drawing Quinn in.

She couldn't help it. She slid her hand to the nape of the girl's neck. Relief flooded her, she felt whole. Her hand tingled and her body relaxed. Leaning in, Quinn gently layed her head against the small girl's chest, so her ear was pressed directly above the brunette's beating heart.

And Quinn felt it. Someting she had only ever heard about, read about, wished for but never dare hoped for.

Quinn Fabray had found her soulmate. The heart of the young girl was beating, beating for Quinn.

Quinn Fabray was in love.

TBC?