Hey :) Well here is the second part people, hope you like it.
::Bloodthirsty part 2::
[Rachel's POV]
How in the world am I going to prove to him about any of this stuff? What if he leaves me? I of course won't blame him, but I love him, and if I were human again my heart would be broken and I don't think I could live threw another heart break, I suffered too much back when I was a just learning to be a vampire basically. It was back in 1878 when I first met Jesse when me and Santana – who was named Dianne Santana when she was human – went to the far east of France (where we were born) and met Jesse. He was my first love, I told him my secret and he broke my heart in the process, I swore that night I wouldn't fall in love with another human after. Oh Jesse where did we go wrong? Oh yeah that's right I killed you after that, I thought to myself.
[[Flashback to the year 1878]]
Rachel was walking around the small little town while she met a nice young man to be around the same age group as she. He had somewhat of curly hair, and had a slim build, wore a fancy frilly suite that looked absolutely ridiculous on him.
"Jesse, I thought you were in France for the week?" she spoke in a British accent.
He smiled. "My love, tis have been a week, it felt like it been years." he responded with a French accent.
You see the two were from wealthy families, Jesse was from the St. James family while Rachel was from the Robertson family. Jesse's family was born and raised in France when his great grandparents before were from England, where as Rachel was from England, she was the happiest here, it's where she met every Royal, rich person, and everyone she ever known.
"Love, we cannot go on any longer, you live here and I live a million miles away now," Jesse spoke.
Tears streamed down the girl's face. Is this really happening right now? She asked herself. All Rachel Anne Robertson could do was nod her head. When Jesse walked away, Rachel ran off; away from the town, and away from people. Sharp pain struck her neck down as soon as she got towards the forest. Her heart rate slowed down, and she saw her life flashing threw her mind.
Hours later
Rachel awoke to see a man, he was taller then what looks to be a tree – of course her imagination is running wild on her that she thinks he is – brown hair, grey eyes, incredibly young, and well tanned.
"Ah, you're up," he spoke – he had a bit of an Irish accent.
"Where am I?" she spoke angelically.
"Ye 're in te forests of ye ol' England," he said with a roaring laugh.
Rachel rolled her eyes. "I knew that, I mean why am I here?"
"Ye want to die?" he asked.
Rachel backed away. "Why would I die?"
"Ye 're a vampyre, I found ye when I was hunting for animals, when a mere lass bit ya, so I carried ya to my cabin in middle of the forest," he said in a frighting voice.
Rachel's eyes widened. She slowly calmed down in an instant.
"Holy Jesus, I wasn't using my powers to calm ya down," he whispered to himself, but Rachel heard it.
"What do you mean by 'powers'? Are you a witch or something?" she looked calm, but in reality she was freaking out.
"No, god no, those witches 're 'ure evil, they hate us vampyres,"he laughed again.
Rachel smiled. "Then what are you?"
"The same as ya, only older," he smiled.
An hour later
Rachel ran towards where Jesse was staying before going back to good ol' France, she wanted to take her heart back from him, even if it meant she would tear him to pieces just to get it back.
"Rachel what are you doing here?"
She smiled as she saw Jesse standing there in front of his bed, no one around to stop her. "Well let's see, shall we? One you broke my bloody heart, two I'm here to kill you're sorry butt," she said with content.
"How a-" before he could finish Rachel bit him.
He was in searing, but she didn't care, well she did but she turned off her feelings. When he stopped struggling she left, and ran off.
[End of Flashback – still no POV]
"Rachel, Rachel," Noah spoke as she came back to reality.
"Huh? What?" she asked.
Before Noah spoke, she noticed someone she thought died years ago. She was standing still as she saw the young man to be about her age, same height as he was when she left him.
"S-s-s-s-s-San," she stuttered as she kept her eyes on the boy walking towards the choir room.
"Rachel, why the fucking hell are you stuttering?" she asked.
"D-d-d-don't c-c-cuss,"
"Get to the point Berry,"
"Jesse," she whispered.
Within a flash the boy came. "Rachel Anne Robertson, or should I call you Rachel Barbra Berry now?"
"Well St. James, what should I call you now? Or are you keeping you're lame first and last name?" she asked angrily as her emotions were all over the place.
"Jesse St. James is NOT lame, I see you think Anne Robertson is lame." he spoke with hatred run threw his words.
"Why didn't you die? I saw you fucking die." she whispered.
"I had some things worth living for, one of them was for you!"
"YOU LEFT ME!" she yelled.
"You killed me, so we're even." he laughed.
Noah, Dave, and Santana were left confused on who this was. Santana was beyond pissed that she's about to be late for some 'date' with a hockey player, and Dave and Noah were jealous that someone may have gotten in her pants before them.
"Okay who the fuck are you?" Santana spoke.
Rachel smiled and looked at her friends, and Noah. "Well this is Jesse, my first love, before Edward and you, John."
"Wait, wait what? I thought you said you killed him the night you turned?" Dave and Santana were really confused now.
Noah stayed quiet as he saw all this pan out.
"That's what I thought," Rachel said softly. "Anyways Jesse this i-"
"This is Noah Puckerman or a.k.a Puck, he has a 2.0 GPA, his father walked out on his family, and he has a soft spot for his mum, you Rachel, and sister," he paused before he continued. "David Karofsky or as he was once known for John, he came from a family of sailors but walked a different path because sports and art were his thing, he had four brothers and three sisters, has a 4.5 GPA, and he has the ability to be in two places at once." He spoke smartly before he looked at Santana and when their eyes met it was like they had known each other before. "It's weird I can't tell what you're or Rachel's life story is just by looking at the both of you."
"I'm Santana, I have a 2.5 GPA, I used to be in the running for a lot of pageants, and my best friend is Rachel." she smiled as she tried to look away from him, but was too captivated by Jesse.
Rachel smiled then walked away with Noah fallowing behind her.
{After The whole walk in thing – Rachel's POV}
I looked down to the grounds of the whole field – I am currently on the roof of this building over looking the whole field (don't ask, I needed to get away). I thought my heart was healed, and I moved on from that feeling of guilt from killing the guy I thought I loved, but maybe my fate wanted me to end up 'ere in Lima years after to find my soul mate, so maybe it was a good thing I did that.
Where the heck is she? I mean she's no where in sight. Noah thought.
How the fuck am I hearing his thoughts? I stood there until Shawn or as he was known as years ago when I met him – James Pierre, the guy who found me, taught me everything knew, and everything I needed to know about staying low.
"'Ello poppet," he spoke with a English accent even though he's Irish. "Long time no see."
"Well, well, well look who it is the man who started world war two in technical terms," A smug smile came upon my face. "I 'ear Hitler died in you're hands." I spoke with the accent I was technically born with – British.
He roared with laughter. "Ya know ya suck when ye fail at speaking like ye 'ere used to a century ago,"
"Well you know when you're a douche for pointing out that flaw out of no where." I spoke normally. "So how's it been? I haven't seen you since Hitler died. Which by the fucking way, you could have led the army instead of using compulsion on the dude."
He paused but not before he could talk, Noah was down at the bottom of the building calling for me.
"Is that the guy you've been talking about since the last time you called?" he stage whispered.
"Yeah..."