An: To the guest reviewer, who seems to insist that they know exactly what I'm going to write—if you're already predicting you won't enjoy the story—just please stop reading because at this point it sounds like if Charlie sneezes you'll insist that I'm writing a huge story about her. Her character is important, and she will get her own chapters as will Sam. As will nearly every member of the original family. It's titled The Original Family.
Any way thank you for all your reviews, and keep them coming like I said this story is on AO3 as is Family Portrait, I'm going to start doing bulk updates till we're all caught up.
"I'm not apologizing. She started it." Santana repeated once again, as she opened the car door for Rachel who was carrying a container filled with cookies. "I still don't understand why we're here. They already said that they were going to join."
Rachel sighed inwardly, it was clear that Santana wanted nothing to do with these new students. Which was fine, but Rachel couldn't imagine why Santana insisted on going if she wasn't going to at least make some sort of effort. "It's possible that you two started off on the wrong foot. A simple apology, might help mend fences. I'm here because they just moved from Tennessee, and they don't know how McKinley works. They got slushied today and they didn't have a change of clothes Santana. True they might be able to handle themselves but I would have liked to have known how McKinley worked before I started high school."
"You aren't even there neighbor," Santana pointed out as they stood on the front porch.
"Yes and you live a block away and I doubt you'd make the effort. I'm at your house often enough that it doesn't really matter anyway if I'm not their official neighbor," Rachel said as she knocked on the door, the house was old and it lacked a doorbell. The sound of the door being unlocked was heard and the door swung open revealing Sam who smiled at them. "You must be Quinn's brother—Sam, we haven't had the pleasure of meeting, I'm Rachel and this is Santana—I baked you some sugar cookies."
Sam glanced at Santana who scowled at him, Quinn hadn't mentioned that she was inviting a wolf over but he held out his hand, "Sam Fabray, I assure you the pleasure is mine," he said shaking Rachel's hand and offering his hand out to Santana who stared at the offered limb. He watched as Rachel elbowed her in the ribs before she finally took his hand. He could hear his sister moving in the house and felt her presence behind him, she smelled of fresh paint. He stepped aside so she could see them.
"Rachel it's good to—and you brought the bitch," Quinn said flicking her eyes at Santana who let out a low growl at this. This brought an amused smirk to Quinn's lips to know that she had gotten under her skin.
"Quinn!" Sam hissed at his sister reproachfully. Antagonizing wolves generally ended up with people dead, and Santana looked ready to tear Quinn's head off.
"She introduced herself as the head bitch in charge, I'm merely calling her by her title," Quinn said innocently before smiling at Rachel who simply rolled her eyes, though Quinn could see that her lips twitched upward just a bit.
Rachel sighed when Sam shot her a look, "She really did. Don't give me that look Santana, you're the one who tried to intimidate her." Rachel said with a shrug, she had always warned Santana that one day she was going to run into someone who was going to give it back to her. Santana had scoffed at this and now they'd met Quinn and she doubted that Quinn was scared of her. "I brought sugar cookies," she informed Quinn before turning to Sam. "Kurt and Mercedes have informed me that you'll be joining glee club as well, when you're ready I will gladly help with your audition."
"Thank you, perhaps when we finish doing a bit of unpacking—you can help us choose out some acceptable audition songs," Sam suggested as they entered the kitchen and Rachel placed the cookies down on the island. Things were old in the kitchen and Sam had begun the process of ripping down some of the old wooden cupboards. "We're gutting the kitchen and installing a new one," he said with a shrug. The place looked like a disaster area.
"Are you and your parents doing this yourself?" Rachel asked being wary of where she stepped. Her daddy always seemed to be starting a new project many remained unfinished until her dad simply hired a contractor to repair it.
Quinn's face hardened at the moment at the mention of parents but it was gone before Rachel could ask what that was about. "No right now it's simply Sam and I. He's eighteen, and he's also my legal guardian. Our mother's dead," she wished she could say the same about their father, but one day they'd be free of him.
Santana stared, this was one the biggest houses in Lima, "You bought a house this big for just two people?" Santana asked skeptically. This was impractical at best, and the seemed to be renovating the place themselves.
"Santana," Rachel hissed at her, flushing, wondering how her friend could be so rude. It didn't matter how much money they had, and even if she did think it was impractical, it was still rude to point out something like that.
"Our siblings will hopefully be joining us soon," Sam said and he felt Quinn turn to him an annoyed expression on her face.
"Siblings? There's more of you?" Santana asked flicking her eyes to Quinn who raised a brow at her tone. Sam didn't seem that bad but Quinn was something else entirely, which wasn't the problem. Two vampires were bad enough but this looked like an invasion.
"Yes my older brother Sebastian," Quinn said smirking when she saw Sam's body tense for a moment. For all his talk about wanting to be a family, Sam didn't want to wake Sebastian up.
"And our younger sister Charlotte," Sam added, two could play at that game. He had his reasons for wanting to keep Sebastian under lock and key. Sebastian was a terrible influence on Quinn, the two of them giving into their blood lust. Murdering indiscriminately. It was difficult enough cleaning up after Quinn's messes.
Rachel glanced at the two of them their was definitely some tension between the two of them. "I'm an only child—as is Santana. I've always wanted a little sister or brother. But we came to help you unpack and by the looks of it you probably have quite a bit of things to unpack. Like Sam suggested once we help you unpack I can help with your audition. Sectionals are coming soon and we could really use the extra people."
"Perhaps it would be better if we work in teams then, Santana and I will work downstairs and you two can work upstairs," Sam said. He wanted to know about this girl, that had gotten his sister painting again but if he left Quinn and Santana in a room he was certain that Quinn might end up killing her. Though it was more likely that Santana would attempt to kill Quinn.
Rachel seemed to understand what he was thinking and smiled at him gratefully before shooting a look at Santana who rolled her eyes. "That sounds like a lovely idea, it seems that I can help you with your painting?" Quinn's hands were covered in paint. "Are you painting your room?"
Quinn paused for a moment she was very particular about her work, she didn't like people seeing it before she was done. "No—I was just painting," she shrugged but Rachel seemed interested. "I still have to unpack most of my canvases if you wish to help with that," she offered. There was a slight hint of annoyance in her voice as she looked over at Santana. She couldn't compel answers from Rachel now.
"I saw you sketching in class," Rachel said as she followed Quinn up towards her room, Quinn tilted her head to look at her. "I think you're really talented, I've never seen anyone who can sketch quite like you," Rachel complimented her, ignoring the sound of Santana gagging. And people said she was the dramatic one.
Clearly being irritating was not a vampire trait because she didn't really mind Sam, which meant that it was really just a Quinn trait. Sam however kept looking over at her, studying her dissecting her. Santana couldn't help wonder if he was wondering what her blood tasted like. She still hadn't figured out how they were able to walk in the sunlight, and she doubted asking was going to yield any answers. She grabbed a box and grunted, it was rather heavy and she opened the top looking at the contents. It was a box filled with books, tightly fitted in the box and she glanced over at Sam who was in the process of putting together a computer chair. "Where do you want these books?"
Sam glanced at her and Santana picked one of the books up and showed d it to him, "Libraries supposed to be in the basement. Finished putting in the bookcases earlier. Door to the basement is down the hall third door on your left." It was not all that was in the basement, but he had made sure to lock the door. "Thanks for the help," he added after a moment.
Santana grunted in response, he almost seemed normal. Like a regular teenager but vampires were immortal and occasionally when he spoke she detected a faint accent. She couldn't place it and she didn't even want to bother to try. They were probably hundreds of years old, it must suck to be stuck in the body of a teenager never aging. She headed down the stairs and groaned their house was like a maze and Santana shifted the heavy box so she was carrying it with one hand. If Sam and Quinn were hiding their strength and pretending to be normal then she would to. But it was a silly game, she knew what they were and they knew what she was. They were only pretending to be normal for Rachel's sake, and she still didn't understand Quinn's interest in Rachel.
She groaned when she reached the bottom of the stairs, the basement was a maze of closed doors and she began to open them one by one. Empty rooms seemed to be quite common, a bathroom yet still no library. She wanted to bitch out the person who had designed this place, didn't they know that open floor plans were in. She opened another door and twisted the handle only to find that it was locked. Santana paused for a moment, a locked door meant secrets. The vampires were the enemies, this secret might be useful to her father. She placed the box down and pulled a bobby pin out of her hair. She gave a silent thanks out to Puck who had taught her how to pick simple locks like this one, and she snaps the bobby pin in half with ease and straightens one out, using it as a tension wrench as she begins to pick the lock as quietly as she can. With speed that she's sure that Puck would totally be jealous of, Santana picks the lock and opens the door.
Santana hadn't been sure what to expect when she opened the door, a pile of dead bodies, a freezer filled with blood bags. She had watched monster flicks with Brittany and Rachel. A dungeon also came to mind—seeing four coffins sitting in the room was not high on her list. Though it should have been, they were vampires. She just didn't think they were the cheesy Hollywood vampires that had coffins. Apparently there was more truth than her father had thought. They were the same color, all a dark cherry red, but on each was a silver emblem with a golden crest, the family coat of arms with a letter on top emblazed on each one. It was the first letter of their names and Santana ran her hand along one of the coffins and shivered, she half expected a vampire to pop out and attack her but nothing happened. Santana looked back towards the door, she was still alone. She had come here to protect Rachel and to find out more about this threat. She took a breath and opened one of the coffins.
"What. The. Fuck." The words were out before Santana could remember to keep her mouth shut, but she hadn't been expecting an actual dead body. It was a fucking dead body they were actually keeping a dead body. A dead body of their sibling she imagined—with a dagger in his chest. She had no clue what the hell was going on but it was the only thing that stood out, maybe it was what allowed them to walk in the sun, or it drained his power or some crazy magic thing. She fucking hated magic but it seemed important and if she brought it back to her father—well he would probably know what to do with it. Santana exhaled slowly as she reached for the dagger ready to pull it out of his chest.
Brittany S. Pierce wanted to go visit the vampires with Rachel and Santana, but Santana had said no. Rachel had said yes and Brittany had been about to go when her mother had insisted that she watch the shop instead. It wasn't fair, she wanted to see if they liked chocolate and liked to count things like she had seen on television. According to Kurt and Mercedes the boy Sam had seemed nice enough. But at least they were joining glee club so she'd be able to find out all this really important information.
The bell rang and Brittany looked up and put on a smile, like her mom had insisted that she do when they had customers, and in walked Shelby Corcoran. "Welcome to Pandora's Box," Brittany said with a smile. "How can I help you?"
"I need to speak to Hannah Pierce," Shelby said barely sparing Brittany another glance.
"My mom's out back in the garden," Brittany said pointing to the door that led to the back, she wanted to call Santana and ask her what was going on. She pulled out her phone and begun to text Santana to see if she had found out the answer to these important questions.
Shelby didn't hesitate as she walked through the door and spotted Hannah Pierce on her knees gardening, "Hannah—we have a problem."
Hannah Pierce froze, she hadn't heard that voice in years. "Yes we do have a problem, you aren't supposed to be here Shelby. You got kicked out of the coven for practicing dark magic." Her tone was icy as she turned to look at her former friend.
"I stopped. I lost everything and I stopped," Shelby snapped at Hannah before exhaling she hadn't come here to fight.
"You still aren't allowed to see Rachel, so what are you doing here Shelby?"
"I came to protect my daughter and I came to warn you," Shelby said and Hannah frowned at this. "The spirts they came back—after I stopped practicing. They tell me things—they told me that a part of the original family is in Lima."
A quizzical expression appeared on Hannah's face, "The original family?"
"Vampires Hannah, the very first vampires ever created are currently in Lima," Shelby clarified watching as Hannah's confused expression turned into one of horror.
"Are you certain?" Hannah demanded as she moved closer to Shelby who nodded, "The town's vervain's supplies aren't what they were. We haven't had a vampire in Lima in years. They know that this is wolf territory and even if they didn't—we have some of the strongest witches in Lima as well. What are they thinking?"
"I don't know what they were thinking but we need to protect our children," Shelby said. "That's why I'm here, the normal methods don't work. We need to find a way to kill them or get them out of the city."
"And this is my room," Quinn said as she finished giving Rachel the tour of the mansion. Her room was covered in sketches and there were several canvases both blank and filled with various paintings all over her room.
Rachel's mouth dropped, she had assumed that Quinn was an artist of sorts but she had never imagined this. It looked like she had been painting for years. Rachel walked into the room and slowly picked up one of the canvases that was leaning against the wall and looked at it, it was a landscape painting of a place. "Where did you paint this?" Rachel asked looking at Quinn who looked over at the piece and walked over to her.
"That's the Fairy Pools, I painted it when I was in Scotland," she didn't add it, that she had painted it nearly a decade ago. Scotland had been the home to one of the biggest werewolf clans in Europe. With some pretty powerful witches who practiced some rather ancient magic. It had been bloody and chaotic, but they had culled the werewolf numbers down, and had made short work of the witches.
"You were in Scotland?" Rachel prodded wanting to hear the story and she watched as Quinn blinked for a moment as if coming back to reality. She did that a lot, getting lost in her thoughts.
"I was when I was younger. I was quite busy when I was there—I nearly didn't have as much time to paint this as I would have liked," Quinn explained as she looked at the painting carefully. She had been drunk on blood when she had painted it. The strokes of her brush were sloppy. "I've been all over the world, I generally paint something when I see something that interests me." There wasn't a lot of things that interested her these days and yet she seemed fascinated by Rachel. She still wasn't exactly sure why.
"You have an amazing talent Quinn—" Rachel said as she picked up another canvas, it looked like a photo and she wondered how long it had taken Quinn to get it right. "How did you learn how to draw like this—I've seen some amazing artists before. I have two gay fathers and they think that taking me to art museums and showing me modern art will make me more cultured. But this—I can't believe that you drew it."
"The same way you managed to master your voice, I think the process is similar. I was always—artistically inclined and I simply practiced until I got it right." Quinn picked up a sketchbook and placed it on her desk. The painting that she had been working on had a tarp covering it.
Most of Quinn's pieces were of landscapes, empty spaces. It didn't matter if they were some of the most beautiful places that Rachel had ever seen, it was just—empty. There was not a single soul in any of the paintings. There were a few portraits, she had seen one of Sam, and others she assumed were Quinn's siblings. A self-portrait, but none of the paintings of the landscape had a single person in it. She was sure there was a story that Quinn wasn't telling her behind each of the paintings but, they lacked the life element. Rachel picked up another piece and quickly realized that this one was different. She at least recognized this, she'd seen pictures of it. The Grand Canyon, but this time there was a single solitary soul, a painter, well what she assumed was a painter just standing there painting. The figure looked small compared to the grandness of the canyon. Quinn was watching her again, she could feel her hazel eyes on her. "It's beautiful—but he looks alone and small compared to the grandness of it all," Rachel said and Quinn studied her for a moment raising an eyebrow.
Quinn frowned at this assessment, "He was simply there when I was painting, every single day and I painted him," Quinn lied, it was close to an accurate assessment of how she had felt when painting things. If Rachel had known that she had just barely escaped again. She loathed that feeling the feeling of being helpless, so she had run again. "Besides I'm sure that's how you're supposed to feel when you see the grand canyon."
Rachel looked at Quinn for a moment, she didn't accept the answer and there was more that Quinn hadn't said. But it seemed all that she was going to get from her today and she moved to the center of the room where there was a canvas set up but a tarp over it. "May I see?" Rachel nearly had a heart attack when Quinn gently gripped her arm she had been all across the room and she hadn't heard her moving.
"It's not finished yet—maybe when it's done," Quinn said tilting her head, she could hear Rachel's heart beating faster, which meant her blood was flowing just a bit faster. She immediately let go of Rachel's arm and took a step back. Biting Rachel now would simply bring Sam up here, or the dog.
Rachel nodded glancing at the tarp, she was curious and would like to take one small peek at the painting but she would respect Quinn's privacy, she did say that she could see it when it was completed. She flushed after a moment, "I came here to help you put things away and I'm just looking at your paintings."
"Sam will probably end up doing everything himself. I think he enjoys cleaning up my messes though I'm sure he'll claim otherwise. All I really need to do is organize my things, then I'm supposed to help Sam with the repairs, and possibly giving this place a new coat of paint." It would take a week if they decided to move at full speed, but with Rachel not knowing what they were, things had been slowed down considerably.
Rachel looked at the paint chips that were on the ground a house this size, would take forever to do work on, with just two people, when an idea struck her. "This would be the perfect team building exercise for the glee club! We can help paint and I'm sure Puck and Finn know how to fix things around the house. Finn's stepfather owns a garage and Finn works there part-time. Kurt would probably enjoy decorating, you could meet everyone in glee. I know you have your siblings but glee club is like my family, sure we bicker and we fight over solos but I know they have my back. I'm sure that they'll have yours as well. I'm sure that they'd all want to help once they found out that you'd need some help." The team needed to figure out their differences anyway, with Mercedes threatening to leave with Kurt and morale low, perhaps doing a project like this would help bring the team together.
Quinn froze, the idea of having a bunch of wolves and witches stomping around her house sounded like a disaster waiting to happen. Not to mention she really didn't want the smell of wet dog to stick in their house, but Rachel looked excited over the idea. They enjoyed their privacy. It really wouldn't take them long if they simply did it themselves. "Rachel I don't think we need—" Quinn paused because Rachel was making a face that made it seem like she was about to kick a puppy, and while she had no problem ripping out the hearts of werewolves and kicking them while they were down, Rachel's face was difficult to say no to. "Why would they help us? We're not even part of glee club."
"Yet. However, both of you already said that you'd join. You stood up to Karofsky, at the very least that's bought you some good will, and you already promised to join glee club." That and if they said no, she'd simply badger them until they would say yes. Brittany would probably help mobilize them and it would be good to help out. Santana would probably bitch about it and say no but eventually cave once she realized that her mind was made up. "This house is massive Quinn, it's simply much to work for two people you'll be at it for the rest of the year unless you hire someone, and that will be expensive. I'm sure you'd like to get the house ready before your siblings arrive, or visit. I think it's a good idea—and I'm sure that they'll be careful. I'll even make sure Santana behaves."
Quinn thought it over for a moment. They really didn't need a bunch of teenagers attempting to help them set everything up. "The kitchen will be done once we get the new pieces and by the end of the week the flooring should be finished Rachel. The only thing that will be left to do is move in the new appliances, which we'll do after we finish painting the house. Sam and I can finish that by ourselves—" There was that face again and Quinn was at a loss. Clearly Rachel was used to getting what she wanted. She wondered briefly if Sam had put Rachel up to this, getting people over at their house. She didn't do, but if she had to put it to some brief vote having Rachel around would probably shut Sam up about how this was a new beginning. "We'd appreciate the help though." Rachel beamed at her when she finally got her way.
"We can also work on your glee club audition, and it is completely okay if you're not the best singer. I've been giving vocal training to Finn for the past year—"
"That's not comforting, Finn was horribly off key when Sam and I came to your practice this morning," Quinn said and Rachel flushed at this. "Though I'm sure it's not for a lack of trying on your part. Perhaps it's a lack of trying on his or he's tone deaf."
"Finn tries and he's a good leader," Rachel said trying to defend her boyfriend though Quinn's assessment was considerably accurate. She doubted Finn did all the vocal exercises that she had given him. He barely did his own homework let alone anything that she might assign to him. "And I assure you that he sounded worse before I got my hands on him." She was surprised that they could even hear that, her voice usually managed to hide Finn's inadequacies. She'd been doing a lot of that lately even Brittany who had generally left her alone seemed to be commenting on lately. Even Quinn who barely knew her seemed not too impressed with her boyfriend. It was something to think about but not at this moment because Quinn looked very unimpressed by her declaration. Rachel coughed and looked at the mess that was Quinn's room, she had come here to help Quinn and yet she had spent most of the time looking over Quinn's paintings. It at least explained Quinn's intense gaze. A gaze that she could feel on her again, and Rachel had to wonder what was going on through Quinn's head.
Sam gripped Santana's wrist tightly pulling her back from his brother and pushing her onto the ground. He moves and it's faster than Santana can track and she backs away as he slams the coffin closed, before turning on Santana who is about to run out of the room but he's faster and he's closed the door and is standing in front of the doorway. "It's the height of bad manners to sneak around in a house where you are a guest. Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you for it." Sam informed Santana plainly. "Though your curiosity or stupidity would have killed you. Sebastian would have simply drained you dry and then complained about the taste of dog for weeks."
Santana swore and bared her teeth, remembering what her father said about their bite being lethal, she had found out their secret. Or at least a secret though he didn't seem to be panicking and he hadn't attacked her instead he crossed the room and opened another casket the one with the C on it, and Santana's eyes widened. "Fucking hell. There's two of them?"
"Yes Charlotte and Quinn are identical twins." Sam said as he rested his hand on the dagger on his sister's chest, he was tempted to simply set her free. He could bear the brunt of Quinn's anger, but there would be consequences that he simply didn't wish to deal with if he were to set her free. "A thousand years ago, we were human once. Our mother a powerful witch who practiced the dark arts, so our bloodline contained magic. We were a family simply trying to survive in a world that didn't have the ease of this one. We were comfortable—one could argue that we were happy for a time." Sam gently brushed a strand of hair from his sister's face her betrayal still stung but he was ready to forgive and begin anew. "But the youngest member of our family—was killed by a man who could transform into a wolf. To say our family was devastated wouldn't do the word justice. Quinn blamed herself, and the guilt tore at her. Our father, wanted to protect us and he made our mother use the dark arts to make us stronger, so that we could do battle with your kind and win. She succeeded, and thus we became what you see before you. We became the first vampires, ever created. However, magic always comes at a price. The price we paid for our strength, our speed, our enhanced senses—our immortality, was this hunger. A terrible hunger, which would only be satiated by blood." Sam said tilting to look at Santana as he bared his fangs and he watched as she stumbled back. "An eye for an eye as the saying goes, you took our brother and for that we wiped out that particular clan of wolves for the sin that you committed against us. Thus the grudge between the vampires and the wolves was born." Sam calmed himself, she hadn't been born to punish her for the crimes that had been committed a millennia ago was pointless.
Santana watches she could barely keep track of his movements, making a run for it wasn't going to do anything so she was going to have to figure out a way out of this mess. "You're telling me this why? So I can understand your little fucked up creepy ass family." She points to the coffin, "No idea what that shit is but it's fucked up."
"Sebastian brings out the worst traits in Quinn and Charlie. Keeping him asleep keeps most of you safe, this isn't the times of old where we can get away with mass slaughters and bad behavior. Charlotte betrayed us, and we put her to sleep. They aren't being harmed, they're simply sleeping. Though when they awake they will hunger, and they are very much not in control of their actions till they have had food." It was simplifying it for Santana, who still didn't know what to make of what was going on. "As for why I'm choosing to tell you this. History is important, and while you may not remember this exact memory, of what you found here or that story it will tickle at the back of your brain, and perhaps one day you will get over your prejudices over our kind as I have gotten over my distaste for yours."
"You think I'm going to forget this?" Santana snarled at him angrily. She was going to head straight up to her father and she was going to tell him, and let him know exactly what she had found out.
Sam moved before Santana could run, closing the coffin and grabbing her, placing his hands on her cheeks forcing her to look at him. "You won't remember what you saw, you will head upstairs after and you won't remember the last ten minutes." His voice was laced with compulsion and he watched as Santana's face went slack. "Forget."
Miguel ushered Shelby into his office closing the door, glancing over at Finn. The boy had come to request challenging his daughter again. He had no idea why, Santana would win, she always won. It was no longer close, her wolf was faster and stronger than him but he understood why Finn was chafing. Though his daughter was correct, it wasn't really that Finn was an alpha exactly it was really the Santana of it all. He simply didn't want to listen to his daughter.
Finn turned to Shelby once she entered the room and looked confused for a moment, Rachel had said that her mother had basically abandoned her. Yet this woman smelled similar, like the way Kurt and Burt smelled similar. "Do you know Rachel?" Finn asked, Rachel would be grateful if he found her mother.
Shelby turned to Finn sharply surprise and hope evident on her face as she looked at the tall boy, "Rachel Berry—do you know my daughter?" Finn nodded dumbly and Shelby smiled at this before the worry set in. "Is she alright—have the vampires gotten to her."
"Vampires?" Miguel asked snarling as he spat out the word. "There are vampires in Lima?"
Shelby ignored him and looked at Finn, "How well do you know her? Do you go to her school?" she questioned.
"I'm her—" Finn was cut off by a low growl from Miguel and he immediately looked to the ground submissively. "Sorry, sir."
"Hannah Pierce told me that you knew something about a vampire, if you wish to speak to Finn about Rachel then you can after you tell me about the vampires that have entered our territory." Miguel said demanding the attention in the room. He didn't have time for distractions his pack was in danger, and while Shelby may be Rachel's mother, he wasn't sure what that meant. Rachel knew nothing about the pack and he intended to keep it that way, he did like the singer, she kept Santana from getting into too much trouble.
Shelby flicked her eyes to Miguel for a moment. "Vampires," she corrected. The spirits spoke and it was louder, it had always been louder in Lima. "Three—no four. There are four of them in Lima right now," Shelby said looking at him.
Miguel growled, that wasn't just one random vampire, it was the beginning of an infestation, but they would still win. They needed to. "Our bite is lethal to vampires, we need you to identify them and find a way to subdue them. We'll finish doing the rest."
"If these were your average vampires, then I wouldn't be here Mr. Lopez. I would assume that your wolves were competent enough to keep my daughter as well as everyone else who lives in Lima safe." Miguel stood up his anger flaring and she watched Finn shrink back in his seat as she felt the primal force come off him in waves. "Your bite won't work. Fire won't work. The normal methods won't work. They are the original family from which all vampires originated from. Created from powerful dark magic, the spirits have shown me what they are and I have looked at the face of evil. Wherever they go only death and destruction follow."
"What do you mean our bite won't work?" Miguel leaned back in his chair the sinking feeling in his gut grew. He would need to make sure his daughter was safe that his pack was safe.
"I mean that as of right now—we don't know how to kill them. But we do know that there are precautions that you can take. On one condition that whatever you do you protect my daughter as if she was one of your own."
"Rachel is friends with my daughter, and she has been to my house many times. She's also dating Finn, she will be protected Shelby," Miguel promised.
Shelby opened her purse and pulled out a perfume bottle and a simple chain with a simple pendant of a musical note. "Vervain. It's a simple herb but against a vampire—even one of the original vampires it should work. It's one of their weaknesses—but it won't actually kill them. Though it will weaken them significantly, but it's most important effect is that so long as one holds it or wears it, they are immune from a vampire's compulsion, and they have free will. It's also safe to eat, and it will also protect one from the effects of their mind control. Eating it gives the added bonus of making your blood inedible, it will burn them. We may not need to do anything—if we can starve them out they may just move on their own without a single death. But it would require dosing the entire population of Lima. Hannah suggested that we place a large amount in the water supply."
"It only affects the blood suckers?" Miguel asked, "I will not have this weakening my pack." Shelby gave a brief nod. "Do it, so long and I'll inform the pack to start rubbing their food down with this herb. I want these leeches out of my city. As soon as possible."
Shelby turned to Finn suddenly interested in him, he was tall and perhaps he wasn't the best looking guy out there but this was her daughter's boyfriend. "Tell me about my daughter—please. I didn't want to leave her, but they made me stay away." Finn would be her eyes and ears to make sure that her daughter was safe.
Finn glanced over at Miguel who finally nodded his head and Finn began to tell Shelby everything he knew about his daughter. Which really wasn't much he didn't know what Rachel's favorite colors were, or anything of the sort. He had a tendency to tune her out when she started to go on one of her speeches, and there were an awful lot of times she used big words and they confused him. "She's really smart to."
It was only after Rachel left her house promising her that they could meet before school so they could work on her audition did Quinn finally return to her room. She pulled the tarp off the painting, and studied it. The brown was wrong, it needed to be slightly darker, not too much darker but slightly. She only painted things that interested her, things that she saw the beauty in.
Which caused the confusion that she felt, she didn't know why she was drawing Rachel Berry. It couldn't just be about wanting a taste of her blood, she would have taken what she wanted from her if that was all there was to it. Rachel Berry was a woman who was protected by wolves, yet naïve to the dangers of what they were. She was surrounded by the supernatural and yet ignorant of it—and because of that Rachel only saw her as human.
A human that had simply gotten it, Sam had seen the painting and he hadn't acknowledged it. The painting was just that to him a painting, she didn't blame him. Sometimes a landscape was just a landscape. Sam would never completely understand, he had been with her and yet she was still alone. Keeping the secrets of their family alone. There was only one person who could possibly understand how she felt, but she had betrayed her. Broken their pact to love each other always and forever.
She forced the dark thoughts away and she could feel her fangs popping out, "Sam," her voice was calm and she knew her brother could hear her. "Let's go hunting."
"I stopped by the blood bank Quinn, we have enough blood to last us without going hunting," Sam said appearing her at her side. He glanced at her work, Rachel she was painting Rachel. He couldn't remember the last time that Quinn had attempted to get close to a human, but it generally ended the same with her siring a vampire and watching as they disappointed her.
"I don't want to have shitty blood that does nothing to quench my hunger brother. I wish to hunt."
Sam tilted his head and looked outside it was getting dark outside, he weighed the options. Restraint had never really been in Quinn's vocabulary when it came to hunting. But clearly something was on her mind and she wished to get it out of her system. "We feed, we do not need to kill."
Quinn rolled her eyes, she would kill if she damned well pleased. She glanced back at the painting, she'd start again. Even the color of her hair was off.
"Santana found them. She was about to set Sebastian free." Sam said informing Quinn of the recent developments. Quinn turned to him sharply. "I didn't kill her," he said answering her unasked question. "I merely compelled her to forget. But we're going to need to do something if we're going to have people over."
"Having them nearby allows us to keep them safe brother, and we will continue to do so. Despite what you may believe, I never broke our pact. She sleeps there safe, with us, under our care. We will simply compel everyone to stay away from that door." Quinn said turning to her brother as she slipped on a coat. "As does our brother."
"This city could be our salvation Quinn, so think about waking her up," Sam said with a sigh.
Quinn doesn't say anything for a moment, "As long as you think about waking Sebastian up," she says her lips twitching upwards when he frowns. "He is our brother."
AN: Well next chapter Quinn as a child, with the very first flashback. We're going to see the original family before they were vampires. Also because I'm not sure if I want to do full chapter flashbacks, Rachel gets a gift from Finn, a hunting trip goes horribly wrong for Sam as both originals become aware that their presence has been felt. As well as other things. Please remember to leave me a little review they do make my day.