A/N this is actually a repost of a fic I've been working on but the category I had it under was not getting enough views, so I am trying to switch it up I guess and use just Glee. So this is basically a crossover I guess. The story takes place with Quinn as the slayer. For those of you who have watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer, then you know what I am talking about. For those who haven't she slays vampires, it's all explained in the actual fic, so if you have not seen Buffy or know almost nothing about it, do not be deterred because it is still a glee fic with nothing but glee characters. The only difference is that Quinn is now a slayer. This fic is faberry! It will start out with Faberry, and it has side Brittana, for now. This will end up being a series of fics actually, the first one with Quinn. I think three fics probably. So here's the deal with this one though, I am almost done writing it. I have 100 pages or so, and plan on ending it in another 50 pages. So it might take awhile for me to post the ending considering I am also majorly busy. I've been writing this for about 6 months and still haven't lost inspiration, and have a lot of chapters ready to post. I hope you like this fic, it really is my baby, and I hope you enjoy the pairings.
P.S. Finn Hudson is in this fic, and if you are not a fan of his character for some reason then I am sorry to say his character is actually quite nice, if not very intelligent. I always liked the character despite the well known hatred of him in the faberry fandom. I also chose to keep him in despite Cory's untimely death (R.I.P) and for sensitivity purposes will not kill this character off whatsoever.
Quinn stood in front of the teacher in shock, "GET AWAY FROM ME!" She screamed at William Schuester. "You have no idea what you're talking about," her hazel eyes formed tears and she backed away slowly, the teacher still followed her with a concerned look.
"Quinn, you can't run from this. It's your destiny." William said slowly, "Please come with me, I promise it'll all be okay, we can explain everything."
But Quinn didn't want everything explained. She didn't want to know why she could suddenly lift the girls on the cheerleading squad like it was no problem, with one hand. She didn't want to know why she felt this adrenaline in her bones. She wanted to ignore it.
"You have the wrong girl." Quinn insisted, her sneakers squeaking against the floor as she continued to back away.
"Quinn, you know that's not true. You've been having the dreams, right?" William said in a more stern tone, he looked straight into her eyes, his own blue ones shining, "I know it's you."
"I don't want this Mr. Schue." Quinn said, this time she stood up straight, "Give the job to someone else."
"It's not that simple Quinn. This is all you." William said with a frown, "Now if you please come with me."
"I didn't go the last time, I won't go now." Quinn clutched her purse close to her chest, "I can choose my own life Schue, now stay away or else."
"Or else what?" William said sighing, "Fine, I'll wait it out, but you will come around." With that the curly haired choir teacher turned around and ran out of the room. Quinn was left alone in the empty classroom clutching her purse and trying not to cry. She looked numbly at the door where the teacher had exited and waited a moment, in case he came back. The man was always persistent but this was a new low. How could he even know about this?
"I want to live a normal life…" Quinn mumbled, she hugged her purse closer to her and could feel the point of the wooden stick inside of her large purse, she closed her eyes and let the tears fall out. "It wasn't supposed to follow me here." Quinn let out a sigh, lowered her purse and dried her eyes with her free hand. She sucked in a deep breath and got ready to greet the masses. After all, head cheerleader did not cry, she had an image to uphold. This image was much more important than her duty to be anything, because it was HER choice.
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"SLOPPY!" Sue Sylvester's voice rang in Quinn's head as she ran around the track, steadying herself to keep up with the rest of the girls. Her uniform was stuck to her skin, slick with sweat. She let out a steady breath and ignored the insults her cheerleading coach was throwing at the whole squad, better known as Cheerios. "MY DECEASED GRANDFATHER WITH A MISSING LEG COULD RUN FASTER THAN YOU PANSIES! IF YOU THINK THIS IS HARD TRY BREAST FEEDING A SHARK, THAT'S HARD!"
Quinn crinkled her brow for a moment trying to think of a logical situation where a woman would need or want to breast feed a shark, she looked behind her to see Brittany looked just as confused. Quinn slowed down to match pace with the taller blonde who looked somewhat pained, "Why did Coach feed a shark with her boobs?" Brittany's innocent voice filled Quinn's ears.
"I think she's just trying to make us run faster." Quinn supplied the answer for the confused blonde.
"How is that supposed to make us run faster Q?" Brittany inquired. That was Brittany, always full of questions.
"I don't actually know B." Quinn replied, "Maybe Santana knows."
"She's behind us though." Brittany pointed out the obvious with an even more confused frown, "Should I run backwards to go ask her?"
"No, Coach would get mad, she's just getting a breather she'll catch up Brittany." Quinn said quickly, not getting out of breath at all. Usually the running would tire her out but with her new...abilities coming in she found that she didn't tire as easily. Brittany who was a dancer was used to the exertion and seemed happy to have someone to talk to on these runs.
"I'm glad you can talk and run now, it's like magic." Brittany said with a smile, almost repeating Quinn's thoughts.
"It's not magic." Quinn said in a harsh voice, Brittany's own face fell and Quinn felt instant guilt.
"Sorry…" Brittany whispered.
"No B, it's okay, maybe it is magic." Quinn muttered. The last thing she wanted to do was make the tall dancer sad, because then Santana would kick her ass to next Sunday, and she might miss church.
"Good." Brittany's face brightened and the two ran on in silence until they heard a deep breath behind them and turned to see a red faced latina panting and trying to keep up.
"Damn that woman for making us run so fast… I'll never get head (ummm?)...hey Q." Santana flashed a somewhat evil grin as their coach blew the whistle and the squad was thankful to stop. Except for Quinn who was buzzing with untapped energy, which she cursed herself for.
"You'll never get head cheerleader, it's mine. We discussed this. You get to be my number two." Quinn said in a cold voice, her hazel eyes cast down on Santana. It was sad really. Santana was a beautiful girl with a genuine heart. She had no real purpose in life other than to be happy. It made Quinn so mad. Especially when Santana merely smirked at her and then looked at the other blonde with a real smile.
"Britt-britt, wanna come over for some...quality time?" Santana purred. Quinn shook her head in amusement. The two girls could pretend all they wanted but the truth was, they were in love.
"Yeah and can we do that thing where you put your mouth in my special place?" Brittany said in a happy voice, this time Quinn wanted to cover her ears, she looked at Santana who was staring, jaw slack.
"B...that's private talk." Santana mumbled, she took the blonde's hand and lead her away mumbling in spanish. Quinn snickered and watched the pair walk away hand in hand. Brittany's strong legs peaked out from under the short red skirt. Such strength could be used in better positions, like her own. But it wasn't. Instead Quinn was stuck doing it by herself. She knew she couldn't ignore it forever.
Slayer. It was her destiny. In one generation there is one girl who will be the Slayer, and this generation chose her over everyone else. Her. She was chosen to fight evil and apparently had no choice. As the job followed her everywhere. She transferred to McKinley this year to get away from it all, begging her parents for the chance, saying the academics were better. Because at her last school the person who had followed her had been an older man, saying it was her destiny. Now she had her choir teacher following her around.
Quinn wanted to cry, because she did not want to do this, but she also didn't want to cry so instead she sniffled a little and walked to the locker room where she could get a fresh shower.
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Rachel Berry sat alone in the girls locker room, her brown eyes swimming with tears. She hated this school. She hated it very much. Her clothes were covered in red slushie, luckily a nice cheerio had found her and dragged her in here.
"It's okay, I know how much people suck Rachel." The cheerio said with a empathic smile. Her name was Missy Gunderson, and she was usually the one to be throwing the slushies. But today she was the one ushering Rachel into the locker room.
"What's with the change of heart? I'm a loser and you're popular Missy, you know how it goes." Rachel said in a small voice, she took the wet cloth from Missy's hand and started to wipe some of her face.
"I guess you could say, I just had an experience up close and personal with a bully, and I feel the need to..help in my own way." Missy said slowly. She was looking strangely at Rachel. Rachel let out a small laugh.
"Well I hope you weren't slushied, it is quite unpleasant and I wish that experience on no one, even a bully, or a former bully like yourself." Rachel said as she moved a little further away. Missy's gaze was making her uncomfortable now. The cheerio's eyes were trained on her neck.
"Nothing as quaint as that." Missy whispered, she looked up and met Rachel's eyes, "You okay?"
"Uh yes, I mean, thank you...I should go though before my dad's start wondering where I am." Rachel said looking down at her watch. She started to get up, not knowing if this was another prank or not. Missy watched her with a smile.
"I can give you a ride home." Missy said gently, she got up and looked down into the brunette's eyes. She reached her hand out and brushed back Rachel's hair. "You are really pretty, ignore all those dumb jocks, pretty enough to eat really."
Rachel looked up at the cheerio bewildered, Missy's dark eyes were shining with what looked like hunger, "Thank you but I think I'd rather walk." Rachel jerked away from Missy's touch and turned swiftly only to be slammed into a locker.
"You won't be walking after this." Missy's voice had changed and her forehead was lumpy, she smiled revealing fangs. Her dark eyes were now bright yellow.
"What?" Rachel whispered, she looked up at the girl who had her pinned to the locker unable to process the change, "What?"
Suddenly the locker room door slammed open and there stood a very pissed off looking Quinn Fabray. "MISSY?"
Rachel closed her eyes, expecting another prank. After all how funny would it be for Quinn to say she got Rachel to trust a cheerio and then got pranked?
"Oh boy I get desert!" Missy's voice was gravelly, she turned and winked at Rachel, "You first though Berry. I wonder if you actually taste like berries."
"I really didn't want to do this." Quinn's voice was filled with anger and Rachel looked out of the corner of her eye to see the blonde striding over, "Let her go, or else."
"Or else what Blondie? You gonna scream too loud? I would have both of you killed before you could lift a perfectly manicured finger Quinn. Finally though, the head bitch is on the bottom. I've been waiting in here all damn day. I can't even go out in the sun and kill you, boy I wish I could." Missy said in a scathing tone, her grip on Rachel tightened and the brunette let out a squeal.
"I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY AND A RAPE WHISTLE!" Rachel screamed, only to have Missy's hand enclose around her throat.
"Shut up you loser." Missy snapped.
"I really don't think you know about me." Quinn said with a smirk as she edged closer, holding something behind her back. "See, you may think I'm just the little head cheerleader fighting her way to the top, right?" Missy blinked at her in confusion, "Mhm that is what I want, trust me. But you see Gunderson, I've been craving this moment. I have all this energy, and no one to waste it on. I can hardly take it out on Santana, even though I'd like too. So...I guess it's my lucky day. Not yours though." Quinn shrugged and this time was right next to Missy and Rachel, "See Missy, baby, I'm the Slayer."
In a flash of red and white Quinn threw Missy to the ground, her blonde ponytail flying as she pushed the other girl down.
"YOU BITCH!" Missy sprang back up and bared her fangs, she lunged at Quinn. Quinn was knocked to the ground but pushed Missy off her and literally sprang back up, taking a fighting stance.
"Say it again!" Quinn said with a bright laugh, she aimed a roundhouse kick at the floor and Missy landed on the ground again, with a loud thud. Before she could get up Quinn landed on top of her holding what looked liked a wooden stake. Rachel stood frozen in place at the lockers watching the blonde.
"HOW?" Missy cried, "I'M SUPPOSED TO BE THE STRONG ONE!"
"Ugh you were always a nuisance." Quinn said, she rolled her eyes and Rachel couldn't look away as Quinn raised the stake and plunged it deep into Missy's chest. Missy let out a low groan.
"QUINN!" Rachel screeched, she was still frozen in fear. But she couldn't condone killing a girl.
Suddenly Missy disappeared in a flurry of dust and Quinn fell forward with a small grin on her pretty face.
"Quinn?" Rachel backed away to the door slowly, the blonde cheerio turned to her with a smile that faded.
"Berry?" Quinn asked, her voice trying to sound mean but her expression looked concerned.
"What...what happened?" Rachel asked.
"Are you okay? Did that bitch bite you?" Quinn lunged forward and put her hands out to steady the brunette who was weak in the knees.
"What?" Rachel asked, "No, she didn't..why would she? What just happened Quinn?"
Quinn wasn't smiling or smirking, in fact she looked tired.
"Quinn?" Rachel tried again.
"Look Rachel, please don't repeat this to anyone, okay?" Quinn said in a small voice, her hair was falling around her face making her look angelic. Which was quite ironic considering.
"Why shouldn't I? I believe you just saved me, or murdered a young woman, I am shaky, we should alert the police." Rachel said quickly.
"And tell them that you saw a teenager turn to dust?" Quinn sneered.
"I will...well, maybe not." Rachel mumbled.
"I think not." Quinn said, "Rachel, I can't tell you, okay?"
It was then that Rachel noticed that Quinn had not used her surname to acknowledge her.
"Why not Quinn?" Rachel asked, softening her expression.
"I'm pretty sure it's against the rules actually." Quinn said looking puzzled, "But just be careful, and maybe wear a cross necklace."
"Was that a vampire?" Rachel asked.
"I have to go." Quinn said in a firm voice, her hazel eyes shining, "but stay safe, Berry." The last word was almost a sneer, but her voice was laced with concern. Quinn turned and jogged out of the locker room. Rachel followed soon after, wanting to question her tormentor some more, only to see that the blonde had disappeared.
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Quinn ran to her car cursing, of course the duties would follow her here. She was still cursing when she stopped short. She had to go see her new watcher, she knew she had too. Quinn sighed, gripped her stake and turned back to the school. She avoided the locker rooms and made a beeline for the choir room. She stood in the doorway and watched as William Schuester talked eagerly to Finn Hudson, the boy who hopelessly was in love with her.
"Uh, Mr. Schue?" Quinn spoke up. Both of them turned around. Finn looked a little confused to see her there, all disheveled. She couldn't blame him. She usually looked perfect. But now she was covered in dirt from the floor of the locker room. Her lip was bleeding she thought, it had started by the car. And her perfect ponytail was hanging loose, "Uh hi, is it okay if we talk about...the thing?"
William looked at Quinn with surprise, then concern, he looked up at the tall boy and said in a quiet voice, "Finn I think we should do this voice lesson tomorrow, if that's okay."
Finn's large head looked like it would pop from having the attention taken away from him, but he nodded, on his way out he said, "Q...if you need to talk please call me." Quinn turned in surprise.
"Oh please." She scoffed, "You just go, okay?" Finn looked hurt but nodded and left.
Quinn looked back at William and frowned, "Okay Will, I'm here."
"Quinn, you look…"
"Like I just won prom queen?" Quinn smiled dimly at the choir teacher and shook her head, "I know it's pretty bad, but I'm okay."
"What happened." William asked slowly as he sat down on the piano bench. Quinn walked in the room and sat down in the first row of chairs, she faced William and let out a sigh.
"The usual, a vamp was trying to suck a student, I went in did my thing, no more vamp." Quinn said.
"Okay." William said nodding sagely.
"The thing is, the vampire was a student, Missy Gunderson. So...the original vampire is still out there, and he wants students." Quinn said. She could still remember Rachel's wide eyes and brown hair pulled aside to reveal a white neck.
"This isn't good." William ran his hands through is curly hair and let out a sigh, "It was surely a vampire though? Do we need to do some sort of research?"
"Uh, no. We can ignore the research...please. All I do is Slay." Quinn said with a snort.
"Well we should patrol tonight anyway." William said, "I have some weapons at home. You can of course change first."
"Wait, patrol?" Quinn said, even though she knew she would have too.
"Yes Quinn. In graveyards." William raised an eyebrow and Quinn sighed.
"Fine, meet where and when?" She asked wondering how she could get out of the house this time.
"Seven, you know where." William said, he smiled gently, "I'm glad you came around Quinn, you're a bright girl and I've been watching you. You have the potential to do good."
"Yeah, whatever." Quinn said, she turned and walked out of the choir room not noticing a lumbering Finn Hudson hiding behind some lockers.
Finn stepped out and looked at the blonde in bewilderment. He knew she was crazy and tough, but vampires? There was no way this could be real. He guessed he would have to show up at seven to find out. Now to call his best friend.
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Rachel answered the phone when she saw the familiar number, "What Finn?"
"Come meet me at the graveyard at seven. I think I have some crucial info on Q." Finn's voice was urgent.
"Finn, while I appreciate your effort to get me closer to her, I think she hates me enough, trust me." Rachel laughed. The two friends both shared a crush on the blonde. Even though the blonde was presumably straight, and bullied Rachel on a daily basis.
"She said something about being a slayer to the choir teacher Rach, and vampires...this could be some weird stuff." Finn's voice took an eager tone.
"She said that?" Rachel's lips quirked as she remembered the incident from just an hour or so before.
"Yep and she looked beat up. I know you don't really believe in this stuff Rach, but..it's pretty wild." Finn said.
"Finn, I can't." Rachel said, "I had a bad day."
"Rachel please!" Finn said loudly, she could almost see him stomping his over sized foot.
"Fine." Rachel said, "Just pick me up before you go, I am not walking in the dark. Also...bring garlic."
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Quinn stood in her shower, letting the hot water wash some of the stress away. She couldn't get the image of a scared Rachel out of her head. Rachel was a social pariah, if anyone found out she had even remotely helped the little midget, she would be in big trouble. Kicked off her throne, she could only picture Santana's amusement.
Normally Quinn slushied Rachel and called her names. She ridiculed the tiny brunette for her height and strange ambition. But really, Quinn was envious. Rachel had a future. Rachel had talent. All Quinn had was her "destiny." This crappy existence of killing things and almost getting killed. Rachel could leave or stay, it was her choice.
Quinn lathered her hair and enjoyed the feeling of something normal washing away something so dirty. She rinsed off and finally turned the water off, getting out of the shower and drying off. She wrapped her towel around herself and walked into her pink room. It had a picture of Jesus and crosses on the wall. Funny that this religious stuff she hated finally came in handy. She rummaged through her wardrobe for some patrol worthy clothes and settled on a pair of dark jeans with a white t-shirt. She slipped on an old leather jacket she had aquired and walked downstairs. As predicted her parents were drinking wine and staring at the television laughing loudly.
"QUINNIE!" The voice of Russell Fabray shook her to the core, "Where you going girlie?"
Quinn turned and eyed her dad warily. "Out." she answered.
"What? Giving me lip?" Russell asked coldly, his demeanor changing rapidly. But Quinn could take him.
"No Daddy, I'm going to study with Santana and Brittany, I simply did not have time to finish my answer, I may be back late. We have a large exam at the end of the week." Quinn said in a sugary sweet voice. Regardless of her ability to take on her abusive father, she didn't feel like it.
"That's my girl." Russell said going back to his wine. Quinn rolled her eyes, grabbed her keys, and headed out. Instead of going to her car she started to jog. She could feel the adrenaline rushing through her veins again. She was mad. Mad at her father, her mother for not leaving, and mad at this destiny crap. She jogged right to the graveyard, and bumped into her watcher.
"Will!" Quinn's greeting made him jump.
"Quinn." Will grinned at her and Quinn smiled back, "Nice to see you, you look better. Do you have your stake?"
"Right here." Quinn held it up and smiled even brighter, maybe something was right about this destiny thing. She certainly felt sort of right standing with William in the empty graveyard, "Shall we?"
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Finn pulled onto the curb and looked over at Rachel with a nervous grin, "You ready little Berry?" He asked with a chuckle.
"Finn." Rachel frowned up at the boy and rolled her eyes.
"I see them right there." Finn pointed and indeed, Quinn was talking to the choir teacher with gusto. Her small hands moving eagerly, clutching a wooden stick.
"I see." Rachel mumbled, she crossed her arms and looked up at the large boy, "Perhaps this is all we need to see, I am not in a comfortable position Finn."
But her words were unheard as he opened the door and clumsily stepped out, he looked up into the truck at the tiny brunette and smiled, "You want some help getting out?"
Finn Hudson was her ex, and her best friend. The only person who would talk to Rachel without assuming she was a leper. Or just annoyed by her.
"I got it Finn." Rachel jumped out of the car and landed unsteadily on her mary janes. She looked down at her black shoes, now scuffed, and let out a small groan.
"Come on," Finn's urgent whisper went ignored by Rachel as she still surveyed her shoes. Rachel let out a sigh and followed him.
They crept up to the tallest grave they could find closest to Quinn and Mr. Schue. Finn was crouching uncomfortably and Rachel was merely bending slightly, she leaned up and watched the two continue their conversation.
"Shall we?" The blonde cheerio chirped, her long blonde hair was cascading down her back in waves, and she was clad in a black leather jacket. She looked casual but good. Rachel closed her eyes for a moment remembering the image.
"Yes." Mr. Schue turned and walked further into the graveyard, Quinn watched him with a dainty look, and then looked around her, she seemed to be honing in on something, her hazel eyes were just about to land on the grave that Rachel and Finn were hiding behind when Rachel ducked pulling Finn with her.
"Weird." Quinn's voice was clear as day and Rachel closed her eyes hoping the blonde cheerio wouldn't find her and Finn. "I thought I heard something." Footsteps were heard walking away from the grave and Rachel cautiously popped her head up to see Quinn's retreating back.
"I'm following her." Rachel said, determination to figure out once and for all what the blonde was up too. She stood up and started to walk after the blonde cautiously. Finn followed close behind.
"Rach, maybe I should take you home." Finn's voice was full of concern. Rachel sighed.
"Finn Hudson, you will not do this alone, I want to see what happens. I need to know if it was a vampire…" Rachel stopped in her tracks and turned to see Finn gaping at her with his wide eyes.
"What?" Finn asked. He scrunched up his face in that way he did when he got confused. Which was often.
"Finn, I got attacked in the locker room earlier by a cheerio. Quinn came in and saved me, she literally saved me." Rachel said in a hushed tone.
"Whoa, who attacked you?" Finn asked, concern raising his voice.
"Shhh…" Rachel took his hand and pulled him forward, "Missy Gunderson tried to kill me. I believe it. Her face and voice completely changed, then Quinn came in all warrior, and staked her."
Finn stopped. He looked down at the brunette with a wide eyed stare, and finally after a long moment of staring at Rachel he said, "You mean that Missy was a vampire and Q killed her?"
"Yes." Rachel sighed.
"I…" Finn sat there, "I don't want to believe it."
"You're the one that dragged me here." Rachel reprimanded.
"Yeah because we both like Quinn, and we could...I don't know." Finn shrugged.
"I get it, she's head cheerleader, you're quarterback of the football team, you two belong together but she won't pay you any mind." Rachel muttered moving forward again, keeping an eye on where she thought Quinn had gone.
"Sorta. I mean it's not like you and I can be together because you're like gay. Which is cool. Because you're still this awesome person and I totally wanna be friends." Finn said. He constantly said this when he got nervous.
"You said that when I told you at the beginning of the year." Rachel sighed.
"I know Rach, hey, look!" Finn pointed to another rather tall grave and Rachel followed his finger.
A figure moved towards them, a somewhat large male, "Mr. Schue?" Rachel asked in a hopeful voice.
"Nope honey," A raspy voice answered in return, followed by a dark laugh.
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Quinn was wandering around, it was dead tonight. She was bored. Until she heard that familiar voice. It brought instant annoyance and she turned to see Rachel and Finn walking along talking about, well, her.
Finn was behind Rachel being dragged along like a rag doll, the small brunette looked as if she had complete control of the situation. Quinn smirked, even when the two were dating Finn was whipped. It was hilarious to see he still was.
Finn was shrugging, "Yeah because we both like Quinn, and we could, I don't know…"
Quinn ducked behind a grave and stared at the two people. Did she hear the large oaf correctly? The two of them liked her, as in had a crush on her? Her eyes shifted to Rachel who was blathering on about something to do with belonging together. She closed her eyes and shook her head, she could not have a desperate Berry on her heels. No way, that would so sully her reputation. She needed her reputation, it was the one normal thing in her life.
Suddenly Finn was pointing in the opposite direction and yelling, "I know Rach, hey, look!" like a complete idiot, attracting attention to himself and the tiny brunette.
Rachel looked over and saw the dark figure as Quinn did and said, "Mr. Schue?" proving to Quinn they had followed her here. Or maybe her watcher.
"Nope honey," the vampire answered.
Without waiting another second Quinn jumped over the grave and ran at full speed. She tackled the vampire to the ground with a grunt and pulled out her stake, "Thank god, I'd hate to have to stake my watcher." Quinn said in a breathy voice.
The vampire writhed under her but was cackling, "Oi the Slayer?"
"You bet." Quinn replied in a huff as she struggled to keep him in place.
"I need a new toy." The vampire cackled as he managed to push Quinn off of him. Quinn rolled to the left and leapt back up to her feet holding her stake at the ready and narrowing her eyes, "Prettier than the last one."
"Not a Slayer by choice, and definitely not a toy to anyone." Quinn growled, her hazel eyes widening as he lunged at her and tackled her to the ground. She pushed him off and he stood there glaring at her.
"I don't want to play too hard tonight." He hissed.
"I don't want to play at all!" Quinn cried as she aimed a punch and landed. He went flying and she ran forward, landed on him again, and managed to stake him directly in the heart. She watched in satisfaction at his surprised look, and then lurched forward as he burst into dust.
"Oh…" Finn said.
Quinn stood up and brushed herself off, "What are you two idiots doing here?" Quinn said in a cold tone, her hazel eyes turned icey as she looked up at Finn.
"We came to find out if you really are a slayer." Rachel answered for them both.
"The Slayer." Quinn amended, "And you saw. Happy?"
"Not really." Finn said, "We don't think it's safe."
"Uh...well it's not your job, so go." Quinn said quickly.
"It shouldn't be yours!" Finn protested angrily, he turned to Rachel as if she would help him but she looked solemn.
"I think it has to be." Rachel whispered.
"Precisely." Quinn nodded, "Now go live normal lives."
"How can we live normal lives after that?" Rachel pointed to the stake in her hands.
"Right?" Finn asked.
"You just can. People ignore this all the time," Quinn smiled grimly at the two.
"Well, I guess now you met two people who can't." Rachel shrugged.
Finn was nodding, "Yeah, now you got us."
"But I despise Manhands, and you're just an idiot." Quinn's scathing tone didn't perturb the two of them.
Quinn was getting fed up with them. She wanted them to leave, but a part of her wanted them to stay, to have two people in her life who just wanted to be part of the chaos, so she wasn't alone.
"I may be an idiot but I care." Finn said.
"If you hated me you would've let me die." Rachel smiled.
"I…" Quinn looked around, "I don't know what to say."
"How about telling me why two students are standing here." William's stern voice made Quinn jump.
"Will!" Quinn turned and looked at her watcher in fear, "I didn't bring them, they followed!"
"Okay." Will shrugged.
"Isn't it against the rules?" Quinn asked.
"No not really." Will said, "But it is dangerous, you guys could get killed."
"That's okay I think we're kind of personally involved now." Rachel said, smiling even more.
"Yeah." Finn nodded, "I'm involved if Rach is," he cast a protective glance at the brunette then a sort of mean glare at Quinn.
Quinn stared at them wondering why they were so intent on doing this but she let it drop, because now maybe she had some friends….maybe.
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Rachel walked into school the next day cautiously. She had no idea how to act since last night. After all, Quinn had seemed okay with the idea of having two sidekicks. She had even smiled, and Quinn Fabray rarely smiled, especially at her.
"Oh look, Berry has on a special little outfit for us today." The insult came from a very energetic Santana Lopez who was smirking and zoning in on the tiny brunette. She walked to her target with the blue eyed cheerio in her wake. Brittany was frowning.
"It just looks sort of ugly." Brittany said.
"She looks like a toddler, trying to impress those Japanese business men again RuPaul?" Santana hissed, she was standing right in front of Rachel with a look of anger on her face. She was only an inch or two taller than Rachel, and not much bigger in the middle. Rachel looked right into her eyes with a blank stare.
"RuPaul, he's a drag queen." Brittany said staring at the two of them, "This better not get violent."
Santana broke her gaze from Rachel to peer over at her best friend and sighed, "No it's not."
"I think I've faced worse." Rachel said with a gentle smile, "In fact, I am certain I've faced worst. Though you are certainly the prettiest Santana, no lumpy forehead or bad breath."
"Don't you dare call me by my name you little gnome." Santana hissed. This time Brittany pulled her back with an angry grunt.
"I don't care if she's a loser or kind of a freak. We are not going to be this mean Santana Lopez!" Brittany scolded, Santana gaped at her, then peered back at Rachel.
"Please, it's the only way she can get some sort of satisfaction," Rachel felt braver after her encounter with two vampires, and her knowledge about Quinn.
"Please I gots me all sorts of satisfaction." Santana crossed her arms.
"Okay, sure." Rachel rolled her eyes and turned to walk away.
"Berry, wait." Santana said in a small voice.
Rachel turned waiting, she cringed waiting for a slushie but instead Santana just looked at her and frowned, "Are you going to throw a cold beverage on me?"
"No!" Santana snapped, "I just...I won't hit you. Brittany wouldn't like that." With that the cheerio turned and stomped away, Brittany just sort of gave Rachel a glare, then a smirk, and followed her friend.
"Right." Rachel mumbled. Quinn's lackies. She was never sure who hated her the most, Brittany or Santana. Everyone insisted it was Santana, there was actually a poll on some blog about the school. But Rachel always got the bad feeling when Brittany's cold blue eyes landed on her. Brittany was supposed to be this innocent blonde, perhaps a bit ditsy. However Rachel could sense something in that girl, something that was much more than people gave her credit for, and it scared her a lot. Santana had a fiery temper, Quinn had a cold heart at times, but Brittany was just there waiting.
Rachel continued walking and made her way slowly to the hall her locker was located in, she walked up to it and opened it with a sigh. Maybe things wouldn't be different after all.
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Quinn was still sitting in her car, eyes closed and head on the steering wheel, her uniform on and her hair still down in waves around her shoulders. She knew she should walk into that school and take her rightful place as head bitch in charge, casting out the losers. But now she couldn't. She knew that Santana would want to make fun of Rachel and her ridiculous little outfits, or her overly organized lifestyle. After last night though, Quinn just couldn't bring herself to walk inside the school and let it happen. Rachel had vowed to stick by her side through all this, even going so far as to follow her all the way home with Finn and prattle on and on about how she wasn't ever going to be alone.
Rachel's black sandals were scuffing the sidewalk in eager speeds as she tried to keep up with Quinn's fast walk and Finn's long stride.
"So what, you guys just think you can do this?" Quinn asked in true curiosity.
"Well I think it would be a good idea to perhaps assist you on some levels. After all, a sixteen year old girl who has to to such a treacherous job alone, how is that fair?" Rachel asked, Quinn turned to her with a sad smile.
"I've been trying to outrun it for a year now." She admitted.
"Then keep running." Finn said, "Maybe we could just ignore it."
"I can't. People would get hurt and even I can't think about that. It's a part of me, I have all this adrenaline and need to get it out somehow." Quinn shrugged.
"Well we're here." Finn said, Rachel nodded with a grin.
"But it's something I need to do alone." Quinn said quickly, "All slayers throughout the generations have been alone in their quest, and they usually like it that way."
"But you want us here." Rachel said in a small voice, "Or you would have come up with a clever way of getting rid of us."
"Q, we aren't letting you do this alone." Finn declared.
"I guess I don't have a choice." Quinn sighed, she looked down at Rachel who just smiled back at her, Quinn hadn't forgotten the little crush conversation, "But anytime you want to back out it's fine."
"Quinn we aren't going to let you be alone, you need friends. Real friends who know what's going on, or else it could drive you crazy." Rachel said in a gentle voice.
"Yeah what she said." Finn agreed nodding his large head, "Because you're a good person for doing this, and we want to be good with you."
Quinn just smiled, "Okay."
Quinn blinked away the cloudy memory of the night before and finally opened the door to her car. She still hadn't made a decision about what to do. She wanted to keep her spot as the most popular girl in school because it made life so much easier. But at the same time the two people who were there for her might be worth talking to once in awhile. With a huff she stormed angrily into the school.