Author's Note: I can't stop.
I don't own Glee or Vampires or anything of the sort. But that would probably be pretty cool.
This chapter contains a bit of nudity and some sexual content, but it's not too graphic. Brittana is involved as well as a bit of Quinntana.
Also, as usual, leave a comment if you like what you see, and I'll keep writing.
"So wait. What are you saying?"
Santana removed a glass from her microwave and passed it across her kitchen counter, which Quinn grabbed and immediately chugged the contents. A single stream of AB positive made its way down her cheek in her haste, and the entire cup had been drained before she responded. She could already feel the color coming back to her cheeks as the blood settled in her stomach.
"I don't know exactly. Rachel Berry's blood is toxic," Quinn said, looking down into her glass. The inside was still coated in some of the sticky red liquid. "Do you know of anything…" she hesitated. "Else?"
Santana leaned forward, wiping away the small stream of blood that Quinn had on her face with an index finger. She popped it into her mouth and when her finger was removed a moment later it had been licked clean. Quinn's eyebrows rose, then she looked back down to her glass. She could feel herself becoming flush, but that might have just been from the substantial meal she had just downed.
"You mean like, are there other things besides vampires?" Santana asked, still leaning oddly close to Quinn. The blonde nodded, her eyes glancing back to the Latina. "Why would you expect me to know about that?"
"You're the most open vampire at McKinley, you've had to stumble upon something more by now. There can't just be humans and vampires, and no human I've ever tasted gave me a reaction like that," Quinn crossed her arms and leaned back in the stool she was seated on. Santana didn't move, instead glancing her friend and teammate up and down. She then pushed away from the counter and moved towards the stairwell in the back of the kitchen, which lead up to her room. She stopped on the first step and motioned with one hand for the other girl to follow. Quinn hesitated, then put her glass down and followed Santana upstairs.
"Now I'm no expert, Fabray. But you're right, I do know a few things," Santana said as they reached the landing of her room. She turned back to face Quinn, sitting down on the edge of her bed. Something stirred under the covers, and a very tired looking Brittany poked her head out. "Hey Quinn," she greeted. She must have been asleep; it was practically midnight after all. She was only human.
The sheets fell back as Brittany adjusted, and Quinn saw that she was entirely naked. Quinn immediately looked away out of embarrassment, but glanced back when she noticed bite marks covering a good amount of Brittany's skin. Santana brought one of her partners hands to her mouth and – Quinn had hesitated again, thinking she was going to bite her – placed a tender kiss on the back of her hand. Santana then turned her attention back to the blonde vampire standing in front of her.
"There are other beings in this world besides vampires, but they've maintained their secrecy while we've become known," Santana reiterated Quinn's earlier assumption, lacing Brittany's fingers in hers. "Most probably don't even know what they are, since bloodlines began to run into each other generations ago."
"I have fey in my blood," Brittany said proudly, which got Quinn's attention.
"Fey? Like..." she tried to think back to legends and stories she had long since put aside as myth, long before she had ever become a vampire. "That's a fairy, isn't it?" Santana smiled, kissing Brittany's hand again. The two of them exchanged a look, and Brittany nodded in response to Quinn's inquiry. Quinn tried to avoid staring at the fang marks littering her friend's breasts as they moved along with her nodding. Santana had obviously been doing a number on her nightly.
"How many stories that we were told as children are true, then?" Quinn asked, sitting cross-legged on Santana's carpet. She hadn't put much thought into the fact that everything she put off as stories once upon a time were more than likely based in fact. "Are there… I don't know, werewolves? Goblins?"
Santana waved her free hand, brushing aside those suggestions. "Werewolves are possible—" Quinn blanched. She had just been joking, "— but I doubt goblins. Most things have taken up human disguises or else they've gone into hiding or been driven to extinction."
Quinn spread her hands, as if to say she was looking for suggestions. Santana went on while casually running her fingers through Brittany's hair, who had turned so her stomach was lying flat on the bed. At least that way Quinn couldn't see most of the parallel scars covering the front of her, but there were even some lining her back. Exactly what these two did in their off time was brutally apparent.
"Whatever you read on vampires, it's gonna tell you that we're these evil creatures of the night," Santana waved her hands around her head to enunciate the ridiculousness of the point. "Even if it's all religious bullshit, there's something to that. The evil part is propaganda, probably made up in the thirteenth century to get a pope reelected or something," Quinn neglected to correct Santana on the fact that popes weren't really reelected, it was beside the point, "but we are based in darkness. Certain species have probably evolved a natural response to defend against us in their human forms, and this can be passed on by blood. It's probably not something she's even aware of, you know? Probably just figures she got lucky," She shrugged.
Quinn was quiet for a long moment; the only sound in the room the soft brushing of Santana's slender fingers through Brittany's hair. "And it isn't an adverse reaction to another vampire's blood, right?" She asked, going back to one of her former hypothesis.
Santana scoffed. "Rachel, a vampire? Please!"
"It was just a thought," Quinn glanced away, figuring it was a stupid question anyway. "I've never had another vampire's blood before, I just thought it was a possibility." Santana seemed to give a bit more thought to this theory, realizing that she too hadn't had another vampire's blood. There was no desire to attack another vampire, after all. They didn't have a pulse to hear, unlike humans and half-breeds, and even when they had an open wound it didn't smell appetizing. Besides, the injury would close too quickly. But still, there was something nagging at the back of her mind.
"Want to try it?" Santana asked, both Brittany and Quinn looking at her with surprise. She removed her jacket and threw it across the room, revealing her neck to the other vampire. She pulled down her shirt collar slightly, giving Quinn a better vantage point. "Go ahead, give it a try."
"Santana?" Quinn's tone was a mixture of curious and concerned; she didn't know what might come of this experiment.
"We've got to know for sure, right?" The brunette shrugged her shoulders, and then pulled her hair away from that side of her neck. "Come on, bite me. If you end up in a coma again then at least we know what did it and to avoid it in the future."
Quinn thought this over, biting her lip as she debated between following through or not. This was as close to clinical as this sort of test would get, and it would be better to have such a violent reaction among friends rather than on the street at two in the morning. Slowly she got to her feet and approached Santana, sitting on the side of her bed. Brittany looked up at the two of them with interest from her vantage point, and it seemed as if she was holding her breath.
As if unsure, Quinn pushed aside Santana's hair and leaned in, willing her fangs to emerge. That was one difference already; she had to force her fangs out rather than them coming instinctually. That could simply be due to the blood she had drank upon her arrival, however.
"Are you going to do it or not?" Santana asked. "Should I lie down or something?"
"Just give me a second," Quinn snapped, not pleased about being rushed. Her fangs grazed her friend's neck, and then plunged into flesh. There was no pulse pushing blood through into her mouth, but Quinn removed her fangs and began sucking Santana's neck, causing the Latina to give a slight sigh. Quinn could taste something similar to blood, but there was nothing behind it. The vitality that came with human blood was missing, lacking the flavor and the strength of the living. Instead it was bland and tasted dead, as if she was going to look down and find it grey instead of the usual red. Quinn removed her lips from Santana's neck, and almost as quickly as the bite marks were made they had healed over. But more importantly than her disappointment, it wasn't the effect that Rachel's blood had on her.
"I knew Berry wasn't cool enough to be a vampire," Santana clapped her hands together when Quinn didn't begin writhing on the floor. "That could make some interesting foreplay, however…" She said slyly, giving the blonde a coy smile. Quinn wasn't in the mood, brushing Santana's hand aside.
"I'm still not that into that, Santana," Quinn quipped, harking back to their argument in the hotel just before nationals where Santana had suggested something along the same lines. Quinn stood, getting ready to leave. She hadn't found out much, but it was more than she had known when she woke up. Besides, Santana would probably want to get her sweet lady kisses on with her partner. As she approached the stairs, Brittany called her name.
"Quinn, be careful on your way home," she said in her usual half-dazed manner, rolling onto her back and looking at Quinn upside-down. The vampire paused at the top of the stairs. It was a curious thing to say to a being that could probably tear anything she came across in half before it knew what it was dealing with.
"Why do you say that?" Quinn asked. Santana lowered herself to Brittany and began kissing her along the collarbone, yet her eyes stayed on Quinn. She looked like a predator toying with her prey. Santana's display of affection was a frightening juxtaposition of tender love and harmful codependence. Were they both human it would be sweet to see them in such a way, but like this? Seeing Brittany covered in bite marks? It was painful.
"Tonight's the full moon," Brittany responded casually, her eyes closing as Santana's mouth moved along her neck, her tongue tracing constellations among the scars. The earlier mention werewolves sent a chill through Quinn's spine with this warning, and without another word she left the two of them to their business. As she made it back down to the kitchen, she heard Brittany give a small yelp. Whether it was pain or pleasure, she didn't bother to check.