Title: Sharp
Characters/Pairings: Faberry.
Spoilers: Not really, but up until season 2 to be safe. Completely AU from there.
Summary: The first day back at school was supposed to be about new beginnings, but Quinn never expected that the starting of Senior year could also bring a completely new Rachel Berry; sexier, bolder and totally out of character Rachel Berry.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own any character on Glee.
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"What's wrong with your face?"
"What do you mean?"
She raised an eyebrow at her friend's question, the same friend that was staring at her with a mixture of amusement and wonder, and Quinn knew exactly what that meant. She tried to dismiss the question with a quick glare, but if anyone was immune to the infamous Fabray ice stare it was Santana Lopez. They'd been seating at the library for about twenty minutes already and they hadn't said two words since then, but she knew that the girl was dying to ask her something.
"You know, right there…" Santana said while pointing at Quinn's lips. "I could swear that's a smile."
Quinn raised her eyes again from the worn-out pages of the book she had to read for one of her classes to look at Santana and then sighed.
"And what if it is?"
"Oh, nothing, really. I'd just like to know who made Ice Queen Fabray smile like a normal teenager, and not like some sort of psychopath planning a murder."
"I don't smile like a psychopath." She complained. "And why are you so sure it's a 'who'?"
"Just assumed. And yes, you do smile like a psychopath, and it's scary. But you don't look like serial killer Quinn today and I was wondering who took the stick out of your white ass."
Just for a second, the blonde pondered telling her friend the truth. But what would she think when she told her that the reason behind her smile, the reason why she was happy and content, was the fact that she had spent the previous period locked inside one of the second floor girl's bathroom, kissing Rachel Berry? What face would Santana make if she'd told her how the tiny diva moaned under the touch of her hands? What would she say is she knew that one of her best friend's greatest turn ons was the fact that Rachel could lose control at any moment and kill her? Would she understand?
She'll think you've completely lost it.
So, she closed the book, stared directly at her friend's eyes, and lied.
"I'm having a good day, that's all." Which wasn't so much a lie, but more like not revealing all the truth.
"Okay, if that's how you want it, I won't ask anymore."
Quinn stared dumbfounded at her friend, while the other girl stopped paying attention to her and went back to her History notes.
That was easy. Why was it that easy?
"And, by the way? I'll be a good friend and I won't even ask why you're wearing that horrible thing around your neck, either."
She was standing on her favorite spot, with her eyes closed and in complete silence.
Finally alone. Finally at home.
Because the floor of that stage, its curtains and the sets behind them, had always been her shelter, the only place where she could forget and be at peace. She knew that her crowd of empty chairs were always waiting, ready to give her a standing ovation. She craved the feeling of the ivory keys of the Baldwing grand under her fingers, always there waiting for her, listening but never judging her. With all the lights on her or in complete darkness. Flooding the room with her voice or just humming softly. Nothing else mattered.
There, she was simply Rachel.
She was one with the stage.
She was music.
She was falling to pieces.
Since Rachel came back (actually, since the night she met Andrea), the brunette hadn't been able to sing a single scale. At first it was all too new, too overwhelming, too many changes at once. Then, when reality hit her, the world came crashing down around her. Her dads, her dreams, her future… Everything becoming dust in front of her.
The night before, after Quinn left her alone in an empty house full of memories, Rachel made up her mind. She didn't care about the reasons Andrea had to bring her back home; it was too painful to stay in Lima. Not just because of the blonde's rejection and the high probability that she would attack her again once the hunger came back, but also because she couldn't stay there on her own.
Rachel had always been someone with an extreme need for affection, craving love and approbation even from those who despised her. But the more she tried to get people's attention, the more they drifted apart from her. That's why her fathers had always been her best friends, her confidants, and the only arms where she could hide and cry until falling asleep.
Then there was Glee. It's true, though, by the end of Junior year, she finally had what someone would call a close friend in Kurt. The boy that shared her dreams and goals, her only real competition and the only member of glee club that bothered to make an effort to know the girl behind the argyle and diva tantrums. They were planning a future together, a life in New York. College, sharing a nice apartment, going to auditions, arranging each other weddings… Kurt was the only one who knew about some of her deepest secrets, and the only person who would spend a whole day watching old musicals at home with her. God, she was going to miss him so much…
Not that she wasn't going to miss the others, but the feeling couldn't even compare. Mercedes and Blaine had been a package deal with Kurt, with sleepovers and coffee dates, but never really close. Noah was a fellow Jew and someone that had her back at difficult times, but wasn't cut to be the friend type for a girl. Tina, Mike and Artie had always been there, but they'd never been more than friendly and polite to each other. Brittany and Santana were… well, Brittany and Santana. And then, there were Finn and Quinn, because, somehow, they always went together, even when they weren't dating anymore. Finn, with his childish smile and sloppy dancing, always trying to please the others but someone that never understood her, and Quinn Fabray, HBIC, her enemy and yet Rachel's only constant. She was going to miss them, too. Especially Quinn, because the taste of her blood was something that would hunt her for the rest of her life.
Now her fathers were gone, and the thought of being close to someone to just turn into a monster and hurt them was unbearable. She wasn't even sure if Andrea would tag along with her after going back to her family.
Quinn's rejection the night before felt like a relief, really. It was the perfect excuse to leave it all behind.
But no. The blonde had to go and change her mind over the night, decide that she liked to be bitten by a vampire and even ask her for the whole package. She knew that Quinn wanted her, but Rachel couldn't believe that the girl would be willing to risk her life just for lust. Because that's what it was, lust, desire, wanting… No feelings involved.
There couldn't be feelings involved.
The brunette could accept the fact that, even before she changed, she had always felt a pull towards the ex-Cheerio; something that she didn't dare to put a label on until she saw her with new eyes the first day back at school. But anything beyond physical attraction? Too dangerous and totally out of question.
"It's weird to see you up there and not hear your voice."
Rachel opened her eyes, welcoming back the light of reality, and saw a smirking blonde leaning against one of the doors of the auditorium.
"I don't feel like singing."
Quinn started to slowly walk down the aisle towards the stage, stroking lightly on the upholstery as she passed every row of chairs.
"What do you feel like doing, then?" she asked when she was about half way. Her voice never above a whisper but more than enough for Rachel to hear.
"Run away?"
"Told you. Not an option." Answered the blonde staring straight into her eyes.
"But it would be the wiser thing to do." Retorted Rachel, standing at the edge of the stage to meet the blonde. "It'd be easier for you to forget about all this once I'm gone."
"I'm not so sure about that. I have a unique scar on my neck to remind me of you."
Quinn stepped onto the stage and stood in front of the brunette, close enough for Rachel to raise a hand towards her neck.
"That will fade out, eventually. In fact, if everything went fine, it should be already healed."
Carefully, she moved the scarf away, letting the fabric slide down slowly, and then caressing the exposed skin of her neck with her fingertips, before leaning to leave a soft kiss over the pair of little rounded scars.
"You can't ask me to let you go if you're going to keep doing that." Quinn whispered softly.
"I can't help it."
And she really couldn't. In fact, Rachel was fascinated with how much willpower she possessed. While she looked cool outside, holding the other girl sweetly as if she was a doll that could break at any moment, the vampire was screaming inside her head. She was battling with herself to keep the fangs hidden, and it was one of the most painful things she'd ever done. The worst thing was that she could feel the pointy ends of her canines already showing. But Rachel refused to let the beast out, even if the blonde kept telling her that she wanted it, she couldn't bring herself to hurt her willingly, not while she was still feeling human. One thing was to let her sexual instincts run free, but she had to contain the hunger as long as possible, both for her sanity and Quinn's sake.
"Shouldn't you be at the library?" she asked between feather kisses, trying to distract herself with conversation.
"Santana was being an ass. I was tired of seeing her smirking at me the whole time."
"Why was she smirking at you?"
"She's…s-suspicious." The blonde let go an almost imperceptible moan when the tip of Rachel's tongue reached under her ear. "She's really perceptible."
"Did she see the…?"
"No, but I guess that seeing me smiling hinted something."
"Well, Quinn Fabray's smile is a rare view."
"I do smile!"
"No, you make that thing with your mouth that makes you look like you're plotting a murder."
"You too?" she asked letting go a resigned sigh.
Rachel laughed and stepped back a few inches, just the distance necessary to be able to talk without jumping again at each other, but still close enough to let her fingers play with Quinn's short tresses.
"So, what got you smiling?"
"I don't know. I didn't even notice that I was doing it until Santana pointed it out."
"Where you thinking of something in particular… or someone?" she asked coyly.
"You're so full of yourself…" she answered with a slight smile in her lips. "And I don't know. I wasn't thinking of anything in particular. I guess I'm just feeling like someone lifted a heavy weight out of my shoulders. I feel free."
Rachel nodded. She totally understood how the blonde was feeling. Accepting that they wanted each other had been a relief, and on top of that, they were going to keep it a secret. She knew that one of the reasons why Quinn probably never acted on her urges towards her (besides the going against her faith and all that), was the fear of what people would think. So, with Rachel having to keep her situation in the dark, the blonde had the upper hand and could have the tiny diva however she wanted without fearing retaliation. And Rachel wouldn't mind it; really, she'd gladly keep their relationship (if that's what they had) a secret and would never ask anything from the other girl. But, for some reason, the freer Quinn was, the more pressure Rachel felt; pressure to give the blonde what she needed, pressure to keep her safe, pressure to act normal while she knew that the beast could strike at any moment…
"I'm so going to Hell for this." Moaned Quinn.
Coming back to Earth, the brunette realized that her hands had been working their way up under Quinn's dress, while she had pinned the girl against the piano.
"If you think like that why are you letting me do this?" She asked, this time very much aware of her lips tracing the path of the blonde's jaw.
"…told you… Feels too good."
"It still frightens me how fast this is happening and how easily you accepted it. Yesterday you…"
"Yesterday I was stupid for going home, when I could have spent the night in your bed doing this."
"Stay tonight, then." Burst suddenly the shorter girl.
"That doesn't mean that you want to wait until then to finish this, doesn't it?"
"Fuck no. I'm one step away from fucking you against the damn piano right now."
"I love when you let the vampire talk."
Grinning, Quinn spun them around, making Rachel's back collide against the keys of the piano, making the instrument come alive with an unpleasant noise, and captured the diva's lips in a hungry kiss. But before she could deepen it, Human Rachel came back to the surface and broke the contact.
"Why? That's what I don't understand? Why do you love it?" she asked.
"Because it's dangerous..." Answered Quinn with a husky tone in her voice and trying to reach for the brunette's lips again. "…thrilling, and really sexy. No one has talked to me like that before."
"That's it? You like to be in danger? To have your life constantly threatened?"
Rachel backed away a little (or as far as the piano let her), and Quinn tried to explain.
"I know it's weird… But it makes me feel alive."
"Try extreme sports."
"It wouldn't be the same. I wouldn't have you."
"Do you want to have me?"
No, no, no! Rachel kicked herself mentally after realizing what she implied with that question. You shouldn't have asked that! No feelings, remember? No complications!
"It scares me how much I want to." The blonde answered sincerely. "And it didn't happen so fast, Rachel. You might have been oblivious, but I've known for a long time, and I wanted it for longer than I'm willing to admit. I've never said anything because it was more convenient, because my head has always won against my heart."
The diva didn't want to think about what Quinn really meant to say. In fact, she desperately wanted to forget her words, and any thought that came with them, as soon as possible. So, instead of giving it a second thought, and before the blonde could say another word, she grabbed her neck, closed the distance between their lips, and invaded Quinn's mouth with her tongue without asking permission, entangling them in a searing kiss.
Without breaking them apart, Rachel took control and slammed the blonde against the piano again. The brunette's hands went straight to Quinn's breasts, squeezing both mounts roughly, and feeling the blonde's already stiff nipples under the fabric harden even more under her touch. She was dying to get rid of every piece of cloth covering them and let her fangs pierce such a lovely spot.
Not today, Rachel. Please, not today.
Quinn moaned, this time loud and clear, and Rachel took the opportunity to let her lips wander down the blonde's neck with wet kisses, at the same time that one of her hands reached the strap of Quinn's dress and pushed it away, revealing milky skin and letting her fangs scrape it slightly. The other girl leaned into her, hiding her face in Rachel's neck and letting the brunette's scent overcome her senses.
"Rachel…"
"I love to hear you moan my name. I think it's my new favorite thing."
"Your ha-ands are m-my favorite thing."
"Yeah?" she smirks while leaving a light kiss on Quinn's collarbone. "I think you've always been obsessed with my hands." She made her point squeezing the blonde's right breast with one, and letting the other one travel south, ending on the girl's ass. "Wanna know what I can do with them?"
"I'm dying to know." She gasped at the feeling of Rachel's thigh colliding against her center, and couldn't help but buck her hips to make the contact even more intimate.
"I bet you think of my hands when you're alone in your bed, trying to imagine how my fingers would feel inside you." Another thrust against the wet cotton of her panties made Quinn raise her own leg and mimic the brunette's movements, making Rachel groan in the process. "Tell me, Quinn." She asked with her voice going down an octave. "Do you think of me when you touch yourself?"
But the blonde couldn't answer. Any possible word had died in her throat when Rachel started to move against her with a slow but steady rhythm. The diva's jeans were going to be ruined for sure at this rate.
"Come on, Quinn…" The husky vampire's voice alone was making her incredibly wetter.
"Somet-times…"
"See? It wasn't so difficult, right?"
"Please, Rach…"
"Please what, baby?"
"I need…"
"Yeah?"
Quinn's head emerged finally from Rachel's neck and hazel eyes opened to stare at her with so much want that she felt like they were piercing her soul. "Harder." Whispered Quinn with need, her lips slightly parted and a breath away from the diva's.
To hear Quinn Fabray begging and moaning like that had Rachel on the edge of sanity, but she still managed to fulfill the blonde's wishes and pushed harder against her at the same time that she speeded up the rhythm of her hips. Quinn's hands flew to the brunette's mane and fisted them there, guiding Rachel until their lips collided again in a hungry kiss. She could hear Quinn's heart racing, beating harder with every touch, every caress of her tongue against the blonde's own, and Rachel wanted to explore every inch of the body in her arms, deeper, harder, engrave the taste of that mouth against hers and revive that moment for the rest of her life. Then, after what seemed an eternity, she felt how the blonde started to breath erratically.
So close…
So close that the vampire was screaming for release in her head. So close that she had to move one of her hands away and grasp the first thing she could (being that the side of the piano), smashing it into pieces. So close that Quinn screaming her name was the only thing she needed to finally let go.
The girls were breathing heavily, Quinn's sweaty forehead against the brunette's, both with closed eyes and satisfied grins on their faces. If they had been a regular couple, the moment would had been perfect…
But they were far from normal.
"Quinn?"
"Mmhm?"
"Don't fall in love with me."
"Britt's house tonight. Be there at seven."
Not that Rachel hadn't noticed Santana approaching her from the other end of the hallway, but she really wished that the Latina would simply walk by and ignore her. Of course, that was asking too much.
"Can I ask what you're talking about, Santana?"
"It seems that you're on the hot list now, and since there ain't animals in sight, Britt's not scared of your clothes anymore and wants to give it a try. Let's say that… after seeing this new Berry, I'm not opposed to go for it."
"Are you proposing what I think you're proposing?"
"Look, what Britt wants, Britt gets, okay?" At the brunette's reluctance, Santana sighed a bit exasperated. "Come on. My gaydar has gone mad since I saw you with that new hot friend of yours, and anyone would be dying to tap this. I know you want to."
"I'm flattered with your offer, Santana, but I'll have to decline. I already have an appointment tonight."
"Yeah, sure. Something much better than spending the night in bed with two hot Cheerios?"
"You have no idea."
"In fact, yes, I do have an idea, but I wasn't expecting your appointment to be so soon." Santana leant against the lockers and closer to the diva with a grin gracing her features. "You must be good. Such a shame."
"You wouldn't be able to keep up, Lopez. I'm doing you a favor."
She knew what Santana was going to say next, but the words 'And she can?' never left her mouth because they were interrupted by another voice.
"I'll keep up with you, babe."
Both singers turned at the same time to found Rachel's lab partner jock standing right behind them with a smug grin on his lips. Santana stared at him with a raised brow and her 'you've got to be kidding me' face, before turning towards the diva.
"Tell me that we're on the same page and your appointment is more of the blonde, female type, and not this… thing." She observed the boy from head to toe and backwards. "'Cause, seriously, ditching Britts and I for Puckerman 2.0? Not the smartest idea."
Rachel snorted, somehow amused with the situation, but still a bit frustrated for all the unwanted attention she was receiving since she came back.
"As I was saying to my friend Santana here…" She said putting the old Rachel Berry on display to try and scare the boy away. "Sorry, your name was?"
"Chris." Answered the boy, with a tone on his voice that clearly showed his hurt pride.
"Yes, Chris. As I was saying, I'm afraid that I already have plans with someone else."
"Cancel them and we'll have fun together."
Quinn had been staring at them from a safe distance until then. She was going to offer Rachel a ride home (after all, they were both heading there) when she saw Santana approaching the diva and starting a conversation. Everything had been fine until that hockey player arrived, acting like he was the best thing to ever grace those walls, with his stupid smile and his stupid hands trying to reach for Rachel's ass. The blonde couldn't believe what she was about to do, but the rage building in the pit of her stomach was unbearable.
But when she saw contact, and was ready to jump between them and demand the jock to stay away from her girl (was she already thinking of Rachel as her girl?), the distinct noise of something crashing against the metal of the lockers stopped her in her tracks.
Rachel, tiny little thing Rachel Berry, had a jock the double her size pinned against the lockers, holding him from the collar of his shirt with one hand, and the other clutching his most intimate parts. And, if his face was anything to go by, Quinn could say that the boy was in real pain. Something understandable, when most of his weight was being held in the air by such a sensitive part of his body. Because, if you were observant enough, you could see how the boy's feet weren't touching the ground, although Rachel was being cautious with the current display of strength she was showing not lifting him enough to be noticeable.
If the student body was curious before about this new Rachel Berry, they were now terrified by her. Even Santana, who was standing frozen next to them and staring at the brunette with a horrified expression in her eyes. When Rachel finally spoke, her voice deep and dark like never before, Quinn could had sworn that she saw the latina tremble.
"If you ever, ever, dare to put a finger on me, or any other girl for that matter, without our consent, I'll make sure to personally deprive this world of any issue you were planning to have. Understand?"
The jock nodded vigorously, but it wasn't until a gentle hand came in contact with her arm that the tiny brunette let go of him.
"Rachel."
The girl turned to look at Quinn, who was staring at her with concerned eyes and had her hand still in contact with ice-cold skin. The look on the brunette's face gave her chills, but seeing who dared to touch her at that moment, immediately Rachel's eyes seemed to go back to her normal shade of brown instead of the vampire's almost jet-black. That was the moment the boy took advantage to run away from the scene as fast as he could in his actual state.
The blonde, without diverting her attention from Rachel, saw with the corner of her eye the changes that were going on in Santana's face while she was trying to understand what just happened. Before the Latina could say or ask anything, she gave Santana a look that the girl understood immediately as a 'not now', and refrained from questioning the tiny diva's actions. Then, Quinn proceeded to take Rachel's hand in hers, grab their bags, and started walking towards the exit, going through the student body parting like the Red Sea for them.
The first thing she did after arriving at the Berry's home was call her mother. Judy had looked concerned enough the previous day, when her daughter walked through their door already late in the afternoon and went to her room without saying a word. The least she could do was warn her that she was going to spend the night at Rachel's, although that didn't mean that she was paying attention to what Judy was saying at the other end of the line.
Her main concern at the moment was the short brunette standing at the kitchen, staring absently at the few boxes of take-out that they'd picked on their way home, and clutching the counter so hard that her hands were almost white.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow, Mom. Bye."
Putting the phone away in the pocket of her jeans, she approached the other girl, who didn't show any sign of noticing her.
"Rachel?"
A few seconds passed but the brunette didn't answer. Quinn stepped closer and was about to touch her when Rachel finally looked at her.
"I wanted to kill him."
"He pissed you off. It's nor…"
"No, Quinn. It's not normal. It wasn't just like 'I'm gonna beat the shit out of you because you grabbed my ass' thing." The blonde flinched a little at the harsh tone in the diva's voice. "I wanted to rip him in two and bathe myself in his blood. I wanted to see his guts splattered on the walls for everyone to see. And I swear, Quinn, I swear to God, that I'd had enjoyed every second of it." Quinn didn't know if she was going to cross some kind of boundaries, but she wanted to comfort Rachel and nothing better than hug her came to her mind. "I don't know what it is…" Whispered the brunette, accepting the gesture, and hiding her face in the taller girl's chest when Quinn's arms surrounded her. "…but it's taking over me and I'm afraid."
Quinn knew that she was the one who should be afraid. In fact, she should have been horrified from the very first moment that she felt the vampire's fangs on her neck, but something about the tiny body in her arms made impossible to think of her as anything else that a little girl afraid of the dark.
"I know what you're thinking…" She whispered, while her hand went to stroke softly Rachel's hair. "You're not a monster, ok? You just have to deal with special eating needs and the inner violent nature of your condition that's all. Besides, that's why I'm here, right?" She asked smirking. "To help you release some of that pent-up energy that makes you want to kill things?"
Rachel moved away a little and stared at her with a slight smile finally appearing on her lips.
"Why, Miss Fabray. I'm a vampire with a wild sex drive, what's your excuse?"
"Years of repression."
And just like that the mood changed completely. Maybe they needed just that, Quinn's hands blatantly roaming under Rachel's shirt, appealing to the playful side of the vampire, and stop thinking about anything else.
"That doesn't seem to be a problem anymore, does it?" said an amused brunette.
"Mhm. I crossed the line and I'm never going back."
"Then you wouldn't mind crossing another?" she asked surrounding the blonde's neck with her arms before leaning to whisper in her ear. "Take my shirt off."
Taken aback by the blunt request, Quinn froze for a moment, but only until the diva's tongue started playing with her earlobe and a strong shiver went through her whole body and straight to the joint of her legs. Who was she to deny something to Rachel? It wasn't like it would be the first time she'd see the brunette bare torso (hello, PE and locker rooms?), and she had fantasized enough in her lonely nights, so Quinn knew exactly what she wanted to do if she ever get a chance to…
Oh, God. Oh, God! Rachel's hands on your ass! You idiot! Stop staying there like a damn statue and start doing something useful. Rip her fucking shirt off already!
And so she did. With a fast movement that took Rachel off guard, the annoying piece of fabric was tossed to the floor and forgotten. If Quinn wasn't sure before about how gay she was for Rachel Berry, she was now, because not even her fantasy or even the stolen glances in the locker room, would have prepared the blonde for the real thing. When she had the smooth, olive skin in sight, all she wanted to do was touch, lick, and bite every single spot she could reach, but at the same time it terrified her, because the blonde knew that, after taking that step, the shirt wouldn't be the only piece of clothes on the floor that night.
Come on, Quinn. You were dry humping on school grounds just a couple of hours ago. You're gonna get shy now?
As if she was reading her mind, Rachel took her hands and guided them to rest on her breasts over the thin fabric of the black laced bra.
"Don't get shy on me, Fabray."
"Give me a second." She said almost breathless, while she enjoyed the feeling of the soft mounds under her fingers. "This is new ground for me."
"You're doing… uh, quite well… so far."
"Yeah?" asked the blonde, who grew bolder and leant to start kissing her way following the line of Rachel's jaw, until she reached the diva's willing lips.
They melt in a slow kiss, exploring each other without rushing their actions, enjoying the feeling of warm tongues dancing together. Together alone, in an empty house and had the whole time in the world to memorize the taste of each other's lips, their texture, every single line… Quinn wanted to get the moment frozen, and spend the rest of her life standing there but, at the same time, her whole body was screaming and shaking in expectation for what was about to come because, if Rachel's mouth could make her forget the world with one kiss, she was dying to know what the girl could be capable of if she decided to wander down to more intimate places of her body.
At that thought, the heat between her legs became stronger, almost unbearable, and Quinn bit down on Rachel's lower lips unconsciously. The brunette stopped the kiss abruptly, but the taller girl took that as an opportunity to let her lips travel down her neck. Rachel's skin was addictive in ways that Quinn never thought were possible.
But, suddenly, the petite body against hers went completely stiff.
Afraid that she could have done something wrong (because let's be real, she was just going with the motions without knowing exactly what to do), Quinn moved away to give some space to the other girl.
"Sorry If I… you know… I thought you wanted to…" But Rachel didn't say a word and walked passed her, towards the door of the house. "Rachel?"
Something was definitely wrong, because the brunette was acting totally oblivious to Quinn's presence. She disentangled herself from the blonde's arms and went towards the house's hall, reaching the door in seconds, turning the knob, and stepping outside on the dark, cold night.
Without a shirt.
Maybe that was another of those vampire things, not feeling the cold, but that wasn't the case for the blonde, who needed to fix her clothes and reach the coat stand near the door to grab her jacket, before she could follow Rachel.
She found her in the middle of the road, staring at the shadows covering the end of the street.
"Rachel, I don't know what's going on, but please, come back inside."
But the brunette didn't seem to hear her or react to anything around her. She reached for her hand and felt it, the same chills that assaulted her earlier at school, when Rachel had lost it with the hockey player. Her skin was ice cold again, and the poor streetlights coming from the few lampposts on the road let her see a pair of lifeless black eyes. For the first time since al this began, that person standing next to her wasn't Rachel.
There was something out there, something that obviously attracted the vampire in Rachel. She was so focused on whatever she was staring at, that nothing else could reach her, not even Quinn moving to stand in front of her, trying to divert the shorter girl's attention from the shadows that seemed to be calling to her.
Then, the sound of distant steps reached her ears and the shadows started to move.
"I've been looking for you, baby doll."
The voice penetrated deep through her skin until it reached her bones, making a cold shiver shake her whole body. Quinn turned, slowly, to face the end of the road from where she thought the voice was coming, and saw a tall, dark silhouette walking towards them. She could have sworn it was a man, but the sound coming out of his lips didn't sound human at all. Then, she felt movement next to her and the blonde's attention returned to Rachel, when the short girl took two steps towards him.
She stopped abruptly and their eyes met.
"Daddy?"