AN: No Brittany in this chapter but she will be in the next. I had to explain some things before she was introduced. Hope it wasn't too boring without her but there wont be many other chapters without Brittany/Santana together so... :)


"Santana, your father would like to see you on the ground floor." Finn Hudson informs you when you allow him to enter your room. You sigh and wave him away. He leaves quickly, his head lowered and you roll your eyes. It's been this way for centuries; everyone afraid of you. It isn't that you don't like it, in fact you like it a lot. You love having power over people, being able to ask for something and have someone willing to kill to get it for you but sometimes you get sick of it. You get sick of people, people like Finn sucking up to you, doing exactly what you ask the second you ask it. You want someone you can be free with, someone who isn't afraid to challenge you, to tell you when your wrong. You doubt you'll ever get that, being who you are.

With another dramatic sigh you tug out your earphones and throw your iPod to your bed. Your favourite thing about this world is music. It's changed a lot in the years you've lived and you find yourself appreciating it more and more with each slow year that passes. It's the only thing you haven't gotten sick of in your 714 years of living, or not living rather. And you don't suppose you ever will get sick of it.

You exit your room slowly, locking the door before you make your way down the dark hallway of the third floor of your home. Not many people come up to the third floor; it's yours. Many vampires live with you, the most trusted, valued vampires to your father and yourself but you don't like a lot of them. You've become close to Quinn Fabray over the last 50 or so years. You turned her into a vampire, saving her life after she was attacked in the country and you found her bleeding to death. She'd be attached to you by that bond of you turning her for as long as you both lived and she was the most loyal and trusted friend you had because of it. She was your only friend, really. And lover on top of that. Your relationship was not a serious one, friends with benefits at most; you both knew there was nothing more to it than that and there were no romantic feelings involved from either or you.

"Mike." You call the vampires name as you glide down the staircase towards the ground floor, spotting the Asian coming one of the rooms on the second floor. He's by your side in an instant, waiting for a command or instruction like a soldier. You force yourself not to roll your eyes because you suppose Mike is okay. He's not as old as you but he is strong and your father adores him. "Can you bring my car around front?" You ask, planning on getting away from this place after your talk with your father.

"Of course, Santana." He smiles charmingly at you and you think that if you weren't gay you'd probably find him really attractive. Not that you don't think he's attractive now, but he'd appeal more to you if he were less...of a man.

"And you can take the Lambo. for a spin if you want, too." You shrug deciding to be nice to him. It isn't often you do that; be nice.

He's surprised by your offer, you can see it in his eyes but his face doesn't show it. He's afraid to show it incase it angers you. And you kind of like that. "Really, Santana? That's awesome. Thanks!" He's excited now and you smile genuinely at him. You know that he loves cars, probably just as much as he loves dancing, so why not?

"You know where the keys are." You say over your shoulder to him as you walk away.

You find your steps get smaller and slower as you approach your fathers office on the ground floor. No doubt he needs you to take care of something or you've done something wrong again and honestly you're getting sick of his voice. When you reach the thick oak door, you wrap your knuckles on the wood three times and then turn the knob to enter, not bothering to wait for a response. It's not like he respects your privacy or anything, so why shouldn't you do the same as him?

"Santana." He greets in his usual strong, firm voice.

"Papi." You nod and tap your fingers on the large leather chair he stares at expecting you to sit down on. Rolling your eyes, you sit gracefully down on it.

"We have business with Ms. Sylvester." He begins taking his seat behind his desk facing you. Here we go, you think. "It seems that she is having troubles with the latest humans."

The 'latest humans' being referred to by your father were the people who didn't want every vampire on the face of the planet dead and instead wanted to join your side, but not be turned. They were difficult at best and rarely amounted to anything special. The only human you could think of who actually earned a place in your home and the respect of your father was Rachel Berry. The girl was frustrating and annoying but she served her purpose of helping keep the peace between vampires and humans and she had been there to resolve many sticky situations before. You put up with her because you had to but should she ever need to be disposed of you would be first in line to do it.

"She is finding this bunch...particularly difficult. She needs help with them." He continued and suddenly you knew what your task in this was.

Sue Sylvester was one of the oldest and hardest vampires you'd ever come across. She was older than you. Not stronger because technically it was impossible for anyone other than your father to have anywhere near the physical abilities or strength you possessed. But she was tough and you didn't like her. The woman had never spoken a bad word about you but you knew she thought many of them and to others she didn't hold back in telling them exactly what she thought about them.

"And what am I supposed to do?" You question, suddenly wondering what he wanted you to do about it. You thought he wanted you to go and help train them up, help them be able to fight should they need to because you knew what humans were like these days and a group of rogue vampires had attacked your home only a few weeks ago, killing and shedding blood. "They're difficult as in they're shit or they're difficult as in you need someone to kill them?"

"Language." He tutted and you roll your eyes. "But yes, they are currently not performing as they would be expected at this stage."

"What stage is this? Day 2?" You scoff knowing how strict both your father and Sylvester could be. Maybe they'd only been training for a few days and they were being described as difficult.

"Week 2." He sighed and your eyes widened slightly.

"Then maybe we should just kill them." You suggest seriously with a shrug. "No point in wasting time when we could just recruit a new group, is there?"

"I suppose not." He agreed with you but you could sense something about him that was off. He was reluctant to fully agree to your plan and there was something more behind it that he wasn't quite letting on but you didn't know what. "But I'd like to give it a final shot. Who better to kick them into shape than you?" He winked at you and you smirked. His words were playful but you both knew that they were true.

"Fine, I'll do it." You agree rising from the leather chair. "But I want a new car."

"Of course." He grins and after hearing a knocking on the door he calls, "Come in."

You turn towards the opening door, met with the sight of Quinn. She smiles at you and you return it before she turns to address your father.

"Sir." She lowers her head to him and then continues. "There has been an attack in Scotland by rouges. Murder of about a dozen humans publicly and they're furious."

"How about I get my new car after I rip these vampires apart?" You turn to your father with a shrug. It seemed much more appealing to you to go kill a few traitors and feel that rush than hang around and teach useless humans how not to die when a vampire attacks them.

"Definitely not." He shakes his head quickly and you get the feeling he's hiding something again. "Quinn, get Rachel on it. Tell her to deal with the humans and inform Noah Puckerman of the goings on of these vampires. He can deal with it, rather him dead than you." He turns back to you but you don't believe his words. You know he doesn't think those vampires would be able to kill you or Puckerman and he definitely wouldn't put Puckerman on the job if he thought it was that dangerous.

"When's my flight?" You ask, knowing full well that your father had already arranged everything even before you agreed to go.

"Midnight tonight." He smiles knowing what you're thinking.

"So soon?"

"Like I said, it's been 2 weeks already. They need you as fast as you can get there." He smiles again and with that he goes back to the work on his desk leaving you and Quinn to exit the office.

"You're going somewhere?" The blonde girl asks you as you take the stairs back up to the second floor. No one elses would dare ask you anything about something that was nothing to do with them. You let Quinn speak to you freely, liking that someone can but she holds her tongue most of the time and although you're friends she still would never challenge you. You just wish she had the guts to. Your relationship gave her opportunities to and she knew she was of value to you, not just as a friend or sexual partner but also as the only vampire you were tied to through blood apart from your father.

"Clearly." You tease her with a smirk. "I'm going to teach some humans how not to die. Shouldn't be too fun, you wont miss much."

"Funny." She laughs sarcastically.

You smirk, deciding to play with her and within a second she's pinned up against the wall, the tips of her toes barely reaching the stairs below her. Her eyes are wide and both of her hands come up to grip at the one you have tightly wound around her throat. You bore your eyes into hers, not blinking once as you stare. Quinn isn't scared, you know that. She'll be more pissed off than anything but she wont use all of her strength to fight you off, not that she'd be able to anyway. She knows you aren't serious.

"You smell good today Quinn." You coo into her ear, tightening your grip on her throat. "The last of your human blood just wont leave will it?" You tease her. It's probably what attracts you to her most, that intoxicating smell of someone who has both human and vampire blood in them.

It's true what you're saying. Normally after turning someone into a vampire their human blood fades after a decade or so but you can still smell Quinn's rushing inside of her and you don't know why.

"You love it." She wheezes against your cheek and you smirk, letting her fall forward a little when you remove your hand from her neck. "And I'd really wish you'd stop slamming me into walls every time you see me, it isn't good for my back." She reaches a hand behind her and presses it into her back as she arches forward.

"You love it." You mock. In all honesty, your relationship with Quinn is a weird one. As the vampire who turned her, you'll always have that hold over her, she'll never really be free of you or you of her until one of you is dead. You're like lions or something, you think. They roll around and fight with one another sometimes but not with the purpose of injuring or killing, just playing. And then they end up licking one another clean at the end of the day. Your bond with Quinn is a deeper one than you've ever known and you'd give an awful lot to help her and she'd die for you.

"Seriously, I wish it'd hurry up though 'cause I'm starting to think you're going to end up killing me or something." Quinn complained shoving your shoulder before walking up the stairs again.

"You're lucky I'm not killing you for things you do like hitting me. Besides, I like the way you smell so..." You smirk at her.

Quinn knows that it's true. If any other vampire or person were to lay a hand on you, playfully or not you wouldn't hesitate in snapping their arm off or possibly even their head. Quinn is an exception though because of your bond and because you know how loyal she is to you. You're all she really has and she would never dream of hurting you because you saved her life all that time ago.

"Like you could." Quinn scoffs but she's kidding. Of course she's kidding. "By the way, I was there at Sylvester's training, murder, torture, pain, pit, camp type thing a few days ago. That's what you meant earlier, right? Your father sent me."

"I didn't know you were gone." You mumble thinking back but not really remembering seeing or not seeing Quinn.

"Thanks." She sighs sarcastically. "Anyway, you have some hard work ahead of you. This lot are useless."

"Is that so?" You mumble reaching the third floor and turning to Quinn who waits a few steps down. She will be going to tell Rachel and Puckerman what your father just told her and she knows that you will have to get ready for your trip.

"Well," Quinn pauses to think for a moment taking a step backwards to the next stair. "Not all of them. There's this blonde girl, beautiful dancer. Sylvester's impressed and not so impressed by her at the same time. The dancing and the spaceyness of her has Sylvester going crazy but she's a great fighter."

"Oh." You shrug with a raised eyebrow. Something about the way Quinn speaks of the girl has you curious.

"Brittany, I think her name is." Quinn shrugs. "I'll see you when you get back, be safe."

"I'll keep an eye out for her." You call after the blonde who's already disappeared down the stairs. You stand thinking for a moment and then make your way back to your room down the hall to prepare for your trip. You only have a few hours before your flight is due and if you miss it you'll need to another 20 hours or so for another. Damn the sun, you think as you unlock your door and head inside.