Alright this is your only warning for this fic: This is going to contain killing, heavy mentions of gore, PezBerry are going to fuck in the gore. It's VERY AU. They are killers, they are insane, and they are awesome. Erase all real knowledge of Glee, this is going to change it all. This is starting at the beginning of the series, nothing is the same except for the Glee Club members and how they treat Rachel. Also Finn is kind of a douche. Also forgive my smut, I am not the best at smut. That is all.
Also I do not own Glee nor do I own any of these characters. Which is probably for the best since this fic happened.
The first was a mistake, life taken by a lust born of blood and the simultaneous snapping of two minds, each suddenly plunged into a world of calm dark waves of insanity. It was that first bringing of death that rushed Rachel Berry and Santana Lopez into a world where they were happier than they'd ever thought they could be, a life drenched in blood and fear and a love that linked then together for the rest of their days.
A truly gory fairy tale.
School year beginnings were always something Rachel Berry looked forward to. The start of a new year, the possibility of fresh new faces wanting to finally recognize her talent and be her friends or maybe even just her adoring fans. Her Sophomore year had proved to be better than expected, ending with Glee Club continuing and her having a few friends there. Most importantly, she had impressed one Santana Lopez. The previous year, Quinn had a pregnancy scare and the way Finn reacted to it had put Rachel off of him forever. He was so angry at first but then when Quinn revealed that she was not pregnant, he seemed to be even more upset. The breaker was when it was found out that Puck would have been the father. Glee Club drama was hard enough to deal with as a stand by so Rachel had distanced herself from the boys, choosing to be friends with them but nothing more.
It was a wise decision, one that had earned her Santana's respect when she had publicly turned Finn down when he kept relentlessly trying to get her on his side. A slushy was going to end up her way when Finn started seething in the middle of the hallway and Santana had been the one to put an end to it. Since then, Rachel found herself fiercely protected, even if the other girl kept her at an arms length.
Her Junior year was already starting to be nice. The summer was disappointing, the only Glee members choosing to spend time with her were Santana and Brittany. The blonde was only there for a little while before disappearing on her usual summer long family excursion so she was with Santana the rest of the time. It was nice and revealed a side of the girl to Rachel she didn't know before. Quinn had been sent off for the summer by her mother, to try to help her, and had returned more like herself than she had been before. Now dressing however she wanted, Quinn sported a shorter pink dyed hair cut with a few new piercings and a very relaxed wardrobe. She had also returned to school with Brittany on her arm, the two blonde's sporting quite happy smiles. The rest of the club hadn't seemed to change over the summer, much to Rachel's chagrin. Even she had changed a little, working on things with Santana so she was more relaxed about some things. She also had gone and bought her own wardrobe with the other girl, sporting a mix of her old clothes with some new ones her friend had approved highly of.
Rachel Berry was a new animal that year and yet no one besides her three new Cheerio friends seemed to notice. It was quite a sight, she supposed, to see the three members of McKinley's own Unholy Trinity, one looking the opposite of one of Sue's girls despite the uniform, walking straight to her to give her hugs and warm hellos instead of freezing slushy facials. The most shocking, besides the newly coupled blondes, was probably the soft kiss Santana gave her forehead. It was a show of affection Rachel cherished each time it was bestowed upon her, which was quite often really.
So as the day ended, classes introduced and students still completely oblivious to it all, Rachel was headed to the choir room for the first Glee Club meeting of the year. Mr. Schuester wanted to see if they had any new ideas for the year, wanted to say hello to everyone, and wanted to see if there would be any new members wanting to join. Really, it was just a nice way to end the day and she was looking forward to it, even if most of the club didn't seem to care to see her.
Halfway down the hall to the room, she heard her name called out and she turned to find one of the senior football players running towards her. Startled, she shot him a wary look.
"Berry! You guys are doin try-outs today yea?" He seemed nervous, his hands fidgeting at his sides and his eyes a little wild. It set Rachel on edge, even as she nodded.
"Yes. Mr. Schue wishes to open the club to many new members to try to expand out horizons. We will welcome anyone who can sing. If you'd like to try, I suggest you hurry to the choir room. I was on my way there at the moment as well, though I do need to stop at my locker for a moment first. If you'll excuse me." She didn't wait for an answer, instead just swerving her body around his trembling one. Swallowing thick, she walked forward with her head held high, knowing she really needed to get away from him.
She had just passed the bathroom when a hand slapped across her mouth and she was yanked backwards, her back colliding roughly with a muscled chest. "Shut the fuck up, Berry." The whimper in her throat died when she realized he had followed her, he had kept quiet until he could grab her. Frantic eyes shot around and she caught sight of him in the mirrors, quickly realizing he was Karofsky's older brother, the one who was held back for failing his grades. Now it seemed she knew why he was failing, his eyes wide and glazed over. The way he was shaking. This boy was high on something and he seemed determined to get something from her.
That knowledge made her stomach sink and she fought back, hard. He seemed surprised when she struggled and let out a strangled yelp when she bit into his hand. She misjudged how strong her jaw was, eyes widening when she felt a pop and the taste of blood flooded her mouth. The yelp from behind her turned into a full pained scream, his arm shaking to try to get her off of him. A sound escaped her then, a low growl she'd never heard come from her throat before. As her teeth moved back from his hand in surprise, a sliver of flesh stuck on her tongue, she tried to slip away from his grip. A rough shove to her shoulder sent her spinning onto her back, a grunt escaping when she hit the floor. He loomed over her, his legs on either side of her hips, and she bared her teeth, releasing another growled sound that seemed to startle him as much as her blood stained teeth did.
Then he froze, Rachel's expression going confused when blood started to drip from his head on her face. Another moment and suddenly more blood was pouring down onto her and he had lost his standing, his body falling over to lay next to her as he twitched. Looking up, she was rewarded with a sight that swept her breath from her lungs.
Santana was standing above him, eyes narrowed and cold, twisting a hammer from the supply closet in her hand. She had watched them, her Santana was always watching out for her, and Rachel realized she hadn't stepped in sooner because she had run to get a weapon. Their eyes met and something seemed to snap between them, Rachel's eyes went wild while Santana just smiled a remorseless grin. As Rachel's tongue shot out to lick the blood from her lips, Santana twisted the hammer in her hand and then brought it down hard on the boy's head once, twice more. This time, he let out a pained sound, his head dented from where her hits had landed. The twitching started to subside, much to Rachel's rapt fascination, the blood that had sprayed on her dripping softly down her face.
Falling to her knees, Santana took the place he had occupied before, Rachel welcoming this intrusion of her personal space. She handed the weapon over to the smaller girl, wicked smile still stretched across her face. "Go on, Rachel. Finish him off."
Looking between the thing in her hands and the boy, Rachel let out another low noise, finding it answered in a soft moan from Santana. Tossing the weapon aside, the smaller girl caught Santana's gaze, the other woman noticing how feral she seemed to look. Rachel was always the one to lose it when they would play games, always the one to go on rampages when Santana would recruit her into playing violent video games. It didn't surprise Santana in the least that she was like this. Santana had become the cold calculating leader she had always been and Rachel was looking to her to lead her, to allow her to let it all go.
"Rip his throat out, my pet." The words seemed to take the leash that had held Rachel back completely off and she let out a pleased purr, twisting her body towards him. He was stuck where he was, bleeding and gasping for air as his body tried to simply shut down. His skull was indented, the clean press of the hammer being forever struck in bone.
Closing the few inches between them, Rachel's lips split into a wolfish grin before she dove forward. Her teeth closed down against flesh and she felt his body twitch beneath her as he fought to breath. Crunching down, her hands came up to cover his nose and mouth, keeping him down completely. His skin popped easily beneath her jaws, teeth sinking in as she shook her head to rip away at the flesh. Santana sat behind her, eyes dilating as her chest heaved, heat slithering down her spine and straight to her belly. It burned, hotter than anything she'd ever felt, and her hands traveled along any inch of Rachel they could reach as she took his life.
Tearing her head away, Rachel watched the blood pump from his body and onto the floor, her face dripping with the evidence of his death. Turning her head, Rachel's eyes were practically black as Santana leaned forward. Her tongue traced a line of blood from her throat up to her jaw, eliciting a shiver from Rachel, a low whine coming forward when Santana pulled back.
"Good girl." The praise caused Rachel to puff up a little as Santana leaned in for a kiss, it was harsh and full of everything flooding their systems at that moment. Lust driven by blood and repressed thoughts and feelings, Santana pushed Rachel back to lay on the floor. Her body blanketed the smaller girl, brown locks being swept up in the red that now stained the bathroom tiles. Their kiss was full of teeth and tongue, Rachel melting under her hands. Hips shot up when Santana's hand drew crimson lines up beneath her shirt, warm wet fingers trailing along her heated skin.
Growling low in her chest, Rachel flipped them over, flinging blood across them both as they rolled through the puddle beneath them. They fought for dominance, in stance and in the kiss that their lips were still fused together in. Santana's Cheerios top was discarded as was the sweater Rachel had been wearing, hands moving to rid Rachel of her skirt as her kisses moved to Santana's neck and chest. Teeth sunk into the top of Santana's breast just as fingers slipped beneath material to tease Rachel's clit.
Her body jerked, the mark she planned to leave deeper than she meant it to be, dragging a gasped moan from Santana. The taller girl flipped them over, Rachel shakily licking the blood from her chest. Her head flew back, colliding with the floor slightly when Santana thrust two fingers into her, a slightly pained howl spilling from Rachel's lips. Amazingly, Santana reigned herself in long enough to give Rachel the time to adjust before she started a harsh rhythm, pressing bruising kisses to the brunette's lips beneath her, soon moving to her neck to leave her own mark.
Rachel's hands were shaky as they snaked under the Cheerio's skirt, smirking when her fingers met slick wet heat and Santana gave a surprised grunt at the contact. Following her lead, Rachel slipped two fingers into the taller girl, reveling in the tremor that shot through her body.
They found a rhythm together, roughly pushing and pulling at each other, hips rolling harshly. Rachel could feel herself reaching that brink, Santana's shaking body telling her she was close as well. Then a warm mouth pulled away from her lips, leaning down to pant heavily against her ear. "Mine." The claim was loud and clear, Santana's voice almost growled against the curve of her ear. "Mine." The repeated word only cemented the fact and Rachel's hips shot up, her hand clutching at Santana's back as she tumbled over the edge.
A moan came from Santana, Rachel's climax spurring hers on, her body falling heavily onto the smaller girl's once the tremors started to subside. Slowly, Rachel turned her head to settle next to Santana's ear. "Yours, and you're mine." The possessive grip Santana had on her tightened a little and she pulled back to look into Rachel's eyes before taking in the mess around them.
They shared a look devoid of remorse, instead it was filled with a kind of peace, Rachel's grin still wild. "I suppose we should clean up and leave this fucker for the janitors to find, huh, pet."
The jovial look sent her way said Rachel agreed and she helped the girl up before she grabbed their tops. "Let's go shower this mess off and then head to Glee. Wouldn't want them noticing us missing, now would we." Rachel shook her head and simply intertwined their hands.
The empty halls provided them cover as they ran to the Cheerios locker room, both girls thankful that Principal Figgins was cheap enough to skip putting cameras in the school. No cameras and no students meant no one caught sight of the two topless blood soaked girls as they slipped through the locker room doors.
One shower and fresh set of clothing later, Santana was wearing a fresh uniform to cover the bandage placed over where Rachel had bitten her. It was intensely cleaned out, Rachel fretting over her when she realized she had broken the skin with her teeth. For her part, Rachel was wearing a pair of Santana's Cheerios sweats with the waist rolled up a little bit and one of the other girls hoodies as well. She had practically burrowed into the clothing as they walked the halls, Santana's hand gripped tightly in hers.
Glee Club shot them looks as they sauntered in, technically only fifteen minutes late. The joined hands and shared clothing clued them in quickly, Brittany squashing any doubts when she squealed out that it was about time they hooked up. Finn looked pissed, storming out the door as soon as it was said, and the rest of them, besides a happy Quinn and a knowing Puck, simply looked a little disturbed. Mr. Schue rubbed his forehead and kept them there for another twenty minutes before giving up and letting them go if they wanted to leave. The whispers and questions were getting to him as much as they seemed to be pissing off Santana.
Rachel was content, her mind quiet for the first time in a long time. She had simply burrowed into Santana's arms the whole time, ignoring the club. She knew they'd have a lot to answer to next meeting since they bolted out the door as soon as they were released. Quinn and Brittany did a wonderful job of keeping the rest of the club occupied so they could hide away until they were all gone. They would have to thank those two, immensely, as they realized halfway through Glee that they really should clean the body up themselves.
Gathering up supplies from the janitors closet, they went back to the bathroom together and locked the door. Santana wrapped him up in garbage bags, rolling her eyes at how heavy his body was, as Rachel set to mopping up as much blood as she could. It took a while, two more hours stuck at the school, but soon they had the bathroom mostly free of blood and the body was tossed in one of the dumpsters in the parking lot.
Catching Santana's eyes as she closed the lid to the dumpster, Rachel looked mildly nervous. "Any regrets?" It was the quietest Santana had ever heard the girl and she knew immediately she wasn't speaking about the jock. No, the looks they shared showed they had no remorse over the killing. If anything, each look they shared while cleaning was filled with a calmness that flared with a light arousal as well.
"None, pet. None." Rachel grinned and flew into Santana's arms, purring at the kisses she was given. Leading her away from the dumpster, Santana helped Rachel into her jeep before she started for the Berry household. There was a wild smile on Rachel's face and Santana's eyes flashed as she slipped a hand onto her knee. No, regret wasn't something they would feel. Not when they felt this good, not when they felt this free.