A/N: This story came to me as a super weird dream after being up for nearly 3 days. *Total insomnia to blame...* Rated M, 'cause of the language, violence, gore, and some lovin'; all that good cheese...Anyway, I hope you enjoy this supernatural fic. I apologize if the characters don't seem as Canon as you think they should be; they're written as how I see them when I watch show...Oh yeah! The couples who will be featured in this fic, and will also have some sort of importance, hopefully in the later chapters: Finn/Puck*of course!*, Kurt/Blaine, and Brittany/Santana.

Before I forget, I don't own Glee or anything that makes Glee, well Glee. Ryan Murphy does, and for that we thank him for such an interesting show. ...and last but not least, R.I.P Cory Monteith. He turned Finn into one of my favorite characters in the show, and he will forever be missed.

*Some where in Texas, 3am...*

The streets were bare under the cloud-covered moon; the constant stream of footsteps caused by whose who lived in the city were absent. The only noises our ears picked up earlier in the evening were the faint sirens of an ambulance rushing by, speeding down the highway as it rushed to save an unfortunate victim. Just as we thought the evening had resulted in failure, we caught it; a faint scent reached our noses, stirring what was forced to be dormant within us during the daylight hours.

We did what we did best; we ran.

It was all we could really do at the moment. The animal within us wouldn't allow us to do anything else. Not that we wanted to do anyway. The fear their bodies emitted; staining the air around us like a silver vapor leaving a trail in their wake made it easier for us to track them. When will they fucking learn?

We thrive on the chase. Stalk. Hunt. Kill. Stalk. Hunt. Kill.

The mantra continuously repeated in our minds as we closed in on them. They thought they could strike at us with their mortal weapons. How fucking pathetic. How fucking human of them. If they were young, still considered babes in our eyes, we would have let them live. Yeah. Maybe we would have.

Good thing they weren't children; it would be great once we killed them. To watch as their breaths staggered, to hear their hearts as they ceased to beat; they would learn it was unwise to taunt us with their pathetic attempts to rid us from this world. They couldn't kill us easily; We weren't weak, as we most certainty weren't human. We have roamed the earth far longer than they have been alive. A fact which has aided in our survival, especially now.

The words of our prey held no value to us. Their pleas of mercy, cries of vengeance for our misdeeds; none of it ever mattered, until tonight...

The man whose throat I held in my tightened grip -he couldn't have been older than twenty-seven, give or take a few years- shed no fearful tears. Blood coated his teeth as I straddled his chest, both arms useless after I had broken them. I grabbed one of the bones sticking out of the skin near his elbow and twisted, smirking as his mouth opens in a silent scream. The man wheezes, his chest vibrating beneath my thighs. "Kill me you stupid bitch! It won't change the fact we know where he is. We've known for quite some time."

I dig my nails into his throat, piercing the flesh below his jaw. I brought my face close to the man's, his stench making my nose scrunch up in disgust. "What makes you think I believe you, meat?" I spat, baring my teeth.

Blood trailed down from the corner of the man's mouth as he spoke. "It's our job to know where the young ones are. They're so much easier to torture, especially after they-"

I killed him before he finished his sentence; ripping out his sorry excuse of an esophagus with a flick of my wrist, my nails slicing the delicate flesh. Blood splatters across my chest from the action; a gargling sound escaped what was left of his throat before his body stilled, eyes remaining open as I stood up.

Turning to my right, I notice my mate licking blood from his hand; his jaw completely covered by the crimson liquid, making his beard appear darker. His victim was unrecognizable; their face was entirely torn off, jaw ripped from head, leaving the tongue to dangle freely near what remained of their throat. I could tell by the size of the body the human had been a young male; they couldn't have been any older than twenty. The boy's chest had been slashed by ivory nails, fractured pieces of bone stuck inward, puncturing the delicate lungs beneath them. Pectoral muscle was ripped apart, exposing the boy's stilled heart to the world. Looking down at the mangled remains, I'd say I gave my victim a merciful death.

"Are you alright?" my mate asks, sensing my mood.

I didn't want to tell him what was said; it could have been lies, just a rouse to instill fear into us. And yet, I felt what the man had uttered was entirely true, which only angered me more. "They know where he is, Noam."

My mates eyes narrowed as the words left my mouth, setting his attention to the corpse by my feet. He remained silent; fists tightening by his waist as he went to the man I killed. He lifted his bare foot over the man's head before bringing it back down, crushing my victim's skull without difficulty. "It's time he learns the truth."

I didn't argue my mates decision; it has been too long since we've last seen him. I wondered if he would remember us. We dump the bodies in the alley: when the police found our victims, and they surely would, they would believe a wild animal had gotten to the men, leaving us clean from detection. My mate and I would not be exposed; we were killers by nature, but we weren't stupid.

We left the city before sunrise, making our way back to our old home.

A/N: This will hopefully be the only short chapter in this fic. Thanks for reading! Please review! Chapter 2 will soon follow...