A/N: So, ah, I guess I should apologize for the confusion on what they are, all will be explained, promise. Again, this is a mixture of several supernatural works, and my creativity has messed with each. Warnings for some sexytimes and darkness ahead.
Disclaimer: Glee is not mine.
.: three
Finn wants to talk. He tells her wants to know everything.
And while she would love the chance to explain, he was unsteady and wavering on his feet, yawning as he walks beside her. Tonight was completely different from all the other times she's fed; she didn't think she had taken too much of his essence, but he looks exhausted, and well, thoroughly fucked. Talking could wait until he slept or ate. Preferably both.
"Where's your truck?" She asks, eyes scanning the parking lot ahead of them. The rain had settled to a light spray, the night smelling fresh, earthy and new.
He yawns again as he glances down at her, covering his mouth with his hand, giving her a sheepish look. "Sorry."
She smiles and shakes her head.
"I didn't drive, I ran here."
She frowns and narrows her eyes at him. "You ran across campus and then ran the length of a football track? In the middle of the night? Why would you do that?"
His eyes darken as he looks ahead of him. "It's just stuff."
"Anything to do with your limp or the scar on your leg?"
He looks back down at her, his eyes guarded. "You talk to me and I talk to you."
Fair is fair.
"Alight," she concedes. "But you need to go home and sleep Finn, you're exhausted."
"I'm not. We need to talk," he replies, fighting a yawn.
"I'll walk with you. We can talk later, I promise."
"You're going to walk with me? Rachel, it's three in the morning."
"Yes, I know." She smiles up at him.
"Where do you live?"
"On the other side of campus."
Finn snorts. "There's no way in hell I'm letting you walk me home and then walk by yourself this early in the morning to the other side of campus."
She can't help the smile stealing across her face.
"What? Why are you smiling like that?"
"Finn, I could run to your apartment, get your truck and be back in under three minutes. And trust me, there are few things that could hurt me walking around Columbus, Ohio."
He stops and blinks at her. "I'm not sure if I should be impressed or scared knowing that. Who, or what are you, Rachel?"
She stares at him as her eyes glint dangerously. "You should be cautious Finn. I'm not exactly good for you, especially your health."
"Yea, well, neither is drinking and driving," he mutters so quietly she doesn't think she was supposed to hear that. She starts walking again and tugs him along with her. He covers another yawn.
"Finn. Let me walk you home. I'm afraid you'll fall over on your face before you even get there, you look that exhausted. Trust me, I'll be fine."
He looks like he's weighing caution for her safety against the fatigue creeping over him. He starts walking again, pulling her into his side as he points his footsteps towards his apartment.
"Alright, I feel like I'm slogging through mud with how tired I feel. But the second I wake up, we're having that talk."
"Deal."
"Good."
She puts her hand in his pocket, pulling out his phone. He watches as she keys in her number, dials it and then slips it back in. They walk in silence for all of four minutes before he speaks again.
"Is it because of who or what you are why you feel so hot, or why your eyes change colour?" He asks quietly.
"Yes."
"Do you kill people?"
She hesitates and starts to pull away but Finn tucks her closer into his side.
"Not intentionally."
"OK," he breathes out slowly.
The fact that was his response worries her. (Wasn't this usually the part of the story when the guy or girl runs away screaming when he/she realizes they're walking beside a monster?) This man either had a healthy dose of bravado or no concern whatsoever for his life. Finn's heartbeat was steady and calm as they walk, her tucked into his side the rest of the way to his apartment. She walks with him up the stairs and waits until he unlocks the door.
Despite the rain, she can still make out the faint, cold smell she had sensed the last time she was there. She makes a note to mention it to Artie.
"Call me when you get home?"
She rolls her eyes and laughs lightly, ducking her head as she blushes. His concern for her was sweet.
"Humour me?" Finn insists. She nods and lets him pull her into him, gently brushing his lips against hers. She tries not to take any more of his essence as he still sways ungainly on his feet, his heartbeat getting more erratic the longer she's in his arms.
Even in sleep, Noah's mind is raunchy and detailed. From the other man in the apartment, Kurt, she reads a very explicit dream about bowties, handcuffs and a man named Blaine. The images in their minds latch on to hers and she has to push down the heat starting to rekindle inside. She pulls away and none too gently pushes Finn inside.
"Sleep. You need to rest. And drink some water."
He nods, and she slips away as fast as she can as soon as the door clicks closed behind him.
She gets home in no time and pulls out her phone, texting Finn quickly.
I'm guessing tonight went well? Artie emerges from the darkness beside the house as she walks up, eyes startling blue and bright. He gives her a mischievous smile, lips hiding his fangs, using his thumb to wipe along the side of his mouth.
She inclines her head to him and follows him inside. Quinn is curled up on the couch flipping through the channels, empty bags of food scattered on the floor around her. There's an open bottle of red wine on the table. She looks up as they enter, her eyes focusing on the flush of Rachel's cheeks and messy hair, and an impish smile steals across her face. "I definitely don't need to be a mind-reader to know that you got laid tonight Rachel. Didn't think you still had it in you."
She rolls her eyes and snatches the bottle of wine and Quinn's glass. "Good girls don't kiss and tell."
Artie snorts. "Ha. That might work with others, but, you're not exactly good nor a girl."
She flips him off and pours herself some wine, too happy and relaxed to make them spoil her good mood.
"Unfortunately, much as I'd like to partake in your juicy stories and I really am curious why the sudden change of heart by the way, but, we have a problem," Artie pauses, his face grim as he meets her eyes.
"So, there are other vampires in the area?" She scowls, quickly scanning his mind.
"Figures. We did smell them that night we were at that frat party," Quinn mutters.
"Is it too much to hope that they're anything like you, Artie?" Rachel asks, ignoring her.
Artie's eyes flash gold as he looks from one to the other. "No. And they have no qualms whatsoever about who and where they kill. I ran into proof of that tonight."
…
Finn calls her around midday. She had dozed off after talking to Quinn and Artie, who had both retired to their respective rooms as soon as the early morning light had started peeking through the windows.
"How're you feeling?" She wants to go back to sleep, memories of their tryst washing over her as she stretches the kinks and pleasant soreness out of her small body.
"Refreshed. Sated. Energized," he laughs huskily on the other end.
"Yea, a good night's sleep will do that to you," she chuckles.
Finn laughs throatily. "I don't think it was just the rest. How about you?"
Her mind flashes briefly to Artie's warnings from earlier. "I'm good."
"Good."
Someone on Finn's end of the line asks him who he's talking to and then some scuffle as he pushes the person away, male laughter and (she assumes its Noah) grunts.
Artie comes in and relaxes on the foot of her bed, smiling winningly at her, fangs glinting brightly. Quinn walks up and leans against the doorjamb, her smile devious as she watches and listens. They're both singing silly love songs in their heads which mean, they intend to annoy her.
Don't you two have nothing better to do than eavesdrop on my love life?
They both shake their heads slowly.
"Hey Finn," she sighs. "How bout I make us some lunch? I can be there in half an hour."
…
She realizes he wasn't home alone as soon as she approaches his door. She knocks and covers her mouth, chuckling at the tussle going on in the room beyond as Noah laughs at Finn fighting his brother to get to the door. She almost kicks it down when his brother knees Finn in the groin and laughingly steps over him. The man's smile disappears as he steps back from her glare when he opens the door and sees her. Quickly, she steels her features into an amused scowl at Finn kneeling behind the smaller man.
"Finn, are you alright?" She asks tightly.
The man in front her looks from her to his brother (step-brother) and back to her. Surprisingly, Finn hadn't said anything to the others about what had happened between them earlier that morning. (This is good.)
Finn stands up, playfully ruffling his stepbrother's perfectly coiffed hair as he comes over, smiling at her. "I'm good, Rach."
She smiles shyly at him, her cheeks heating at the nickname he gives her and lets him pull her into the apartment, kissing the side of her mouth.
"You remember Puck, and this is my brother, Kurt." Finn nods over at Noah and then to the small, lean, perfectly dressed man standing in the corner carefully assessing her.
He drops a heavy hand on the smaller man's shoulder. Kurt raises an eyebrow at her and she's surprised at herself when she realizes she really wants them to like her.
Looking around at them, she senses the strong bond of brotherly love between the three men despite neither being biologically related: Noah and Finn had been friends since middle school, and even though they both used to tease Kurt; when Kurt's father and Finn's mother got married the duo became a trio. There is a fierce protective pride radiating from Kurt which extended to Noah as well. As much as Quinn is her blood family, she doesn't feel this strongly towards the woman.
"Nice to meet you, Kurt." She beams warmly and holds her hand out for him to shake.
His eyes scan her from top to bottom, making her glad she had taken the time to tame her wild hair and wear something besides a t-shirt and jeans. Finally, he nods approvingly and clasps her hand in his, warm to her touch, shaking it curtly. He's not that hard to read, although he's doing a running commentary on what she looks like compared to what Finn has told him about her, which is nothing but her name. He was innately suspicious of any woman Finn dates, since his brother has had his heart broken twice already and as recent as last month.
Her eyes flit to Finn's, sees him watching them with curiosity, his lopsided smile peeking out at Kurt's hesitant smile.
"So, food?" Noah interrupts, rubbing his stomach.
She pulls her hand from Kurt's and chuckles, holding up the bag. "Good thing I made enough."
Finn tugs her into his room after they've all stuffed themselves on Chicken parmigiana and garlic bread. (If their thoughts were anything to go by, both Kurt and Noah solidly approved of her cooking skills.) Finn had had two servings and with the heated looks he gave her, she could only assume he had enjoyed his and was already thinking of dessert (her).
And by the way he was now pressing her onto the mattress, her assumptions would be correct.
She's very much aware that the other two men are in the next room since Noah was basically mentally broadcasting what Finn (Noah) was doing right now to her (Quinn). She tries to push a suggestion that he and Kurt both leave the apartment, hinting that Kurt could go find his boyfriend and Noah could leave and go do anything but stay in the apartment and undress Quinn in his mind.
She grips Finn's shoulder as a vivid image from Noah hijacks her libido and she rocks her hips against Finn's. (Noah seems to get the idea because he jumps up abruptly and hurries out after Kurt.)
"You taste better so much better than lunch," Finn murmurs into her neck.
"I could say the same about you," she moans as he covers her mouth with his and fits his body to hers, his body heat like living flame. His hands creep under her dress, slowly pushing it up past her waist, over her chest. She had forgone a bra and his large hands settle over her breasts, nipples pebbling under his warm hands as her back arches into him.
"Rachel," he breathes.
She fumbles to pull his shirt over his head as he tries to get her dress off. They pull away briefly and hastily discard their clothes, falling back onto his bed in a tangled mess of limbs, his hand pushing into her hair, her arms wrapping around his neck, slanting his mouth over hers as he pushes into her body, slick and wet and waiting.
Finn mutters praises into her skin, his body afire against hers. His hips drive into hers roughly as her fingers scramble to get a grip on his broad shoulders, her nails scraping over his back, already slick with sweat.
He sits up on his knees, pulling her up with him, his hands spread across her back as she wraps her legs around his waist. He fists his hand in her hair, pulling it back and exposing the skin at her throat. His kisses make their way back to mark the spot he put there earlier, teeth nibbling, lips sucking as he brands her again.
Every fibre of her body is on fire and tingling as Finn brings her body hard down onto his, pressing hot kisses against her skin, his fingers brushing between her legs. She crushes her breasts to his chest, back arched and a loud, throaty moan escapes her as her body clamps down onto his, pulling him over the edge with her. His hand at her waist grips hard as he pulls her down to meet his thrusts.
She releases her hold on his neck and drags his face to hers, crushing her lips to his and inhales the essence she pulls from him, swallowing voraciously as her body milks his. He collapses atop her, skin slick and warm, his hard body still spasming with the after-effects of his orgasm.
"Well, fuck."
Finn rolls onto his back, carrying her with him and buries his face into her neck. He shudders as she strokes his hair and as their breathing calms, the fire pooling in her belly recedes, her fingertips tingling as it passes over his body.
Finn yawns and mumbles sleepily, "I don't think I can move. I don't want to move."
Her laughter shakes her body atop his and she kisses his hair.
"Don't think I've forgotten. We still need to talk."
She nods and keeps stroking his hair.
"Sex with you is awesome, Rach. But fuck if I'm not tired."
She giggles lightly then moans when he wraps his lips around her nipple.
"Stop laughing at me. You need to rest too."
"Not really."
He does it again and she wiggles out of his arms, pulling the sheet between their bodies. Wasn't she supposed to be the sexual vampire? She tucks herself into his side, smiling when Finn already starts snoring.
He wakes her up by pulling her close into his side, brushing her hair aside so he can press his lips to her shoulder, his finger sliding between her legs. Her eyes slip open sleepily and she blinks at the clock on his night-table blaring 4:07pm in large green numbers.
"Tell me," he breathes against her skin. "Please."
She turns in his arms and touches his jaw. She can see his face clearly, and his eyes are curious and filled with some kind of emotion. (She's really hoping it's not fear.)
He bends down quickly and kisses her, whispering against her lips, "I promise you I'm not scared, Rach."
She sighs and closes her eyes; how did he know she was thinking that? And how is he so calm right now?
"Please?" He whispers again.
She takes a deep breath and opens her eyes, capturing his gaze.
"I was born like this. I'm a dhamphyr."
Finn's breath hitches and he just stares at her. "I have no idea what that is, and I've done my research," he mumbles after a minute.
She gives a harsh laugh, "I left you alone for nine hours and you were supposed to be sleeping. What kind of sleep-deprived, sensible research could you possibly do in a couple hours?"
He winks at her and kisses her again, "so you're not a vampire?"
"Sorta."
He frowns.
"How can you sorta be a vampire?"
"My father was a vampire. My mother was a succubus."
He pulls back from her and sits up quickly. "Your mother was a demon?!"
She rolls her eyes and covers her face. "You really shouldn't trust the internet on something like this."
Finn snorts. "Yea, well, I was curious."
He runs his fingers through his hair and tugs at the sheet still covering her. "Quinn and Artie and Sugar are human though? How'd you end up with them?"
She pulls the sheet back to her as she worries at her lip. They shouldn't be discussing this, in bed like they are right now, like they're discussing the weather. Finn should be on the other side of the room, afraid and screaming that she leaves, putting ample distance between them both. And yet, he's sitting beside her, stark naked and so relaxed that she's the one who's nervous.
Not for the first time, she wishes she knew what he was thinking. Besides, explaining the others is a whole different thing.
"Sugar's completely human. Quinn is my mother's older sister. And my father turned Artie."
Finn is quiet as he thinks. "Whoa, Quinn looks kinda hot for an old woman. Wait. How old are you?"
Her cheeks turn pink. "Don't you know you're not supposed to ask a woman her age?"
She buries her face in his chest as he pulls her closer; she's nervous he's taking this all so easily. "I'll be 92 in December."
Finn whistles. "I'm 20 and you don't look a day over 18."
She snorts and lets him bury his face in her hair, breathing her in the same way she's breathing him in. He's entirely too cavalier about her and this thing sparking between them. To think, a few days ago just the scent of him drove her crazy and terrified her. Now, after one day, he's managed to scare her, energize her, relax her and provide her with a kind of solace she's never been able to find before.
If this were a fairy tale, she could look forward to happy times with Finn. But life wasn't a fairy tale and sooner or later, something was going to go wrong. As fast as things were moving with Finn, she can't ignore that nagging feeling that this, right here, probably won't last.
He drops her off at her apartment that night after they go to the movies and it's so normal and casual like she's young and 18 and she buries her face in Finn's shoulder laughing when Artie flicks the light twice, grinning from the window before disappearing.
"I thought he was in a wheelchair," Finn frowns, looking towards the window.
"Yeah, well, he tries to change up his appearance every time we move somewhere new. This time apparently, he's a paraplegic Business major," she replies, her fingers playing with the hem of his t-shirt.
Tonight was incredible and another first for her, able to live in the moment and ignore the trepidation she feels skittering over her skin when she looks out the window.
Finn is the first human she's ever slept with, the first man to affect her this strongly without even trying, and the first person to actually scare her. He hugs her tight to his chest, lifting her up from her feet and kissing her soundly. She wraps her arms around his neck and melts into his kiss, stealing his essence little by little, and giving it back.
Another first.
Finn groans, reluctantly setting her back on her feet.
"Can I see you tomorrow?"
"Can't. You have a full day of classes and so do I. Mondays are no joke."
"Rachel, I'm pretty sure you don't need to attend classes. What's this, your tenth degree?" He jokes.
"Thirteenth bachelor's degree," she frowns. "But it's the first time I'm studying Music Appreciation."
Finn blinks at her and she laughs and shakes her head, kissing him to distract him. He has this deer-caught-in-the-headlights look whenever she says something like this.
"Tuesday?"
"Workshop. And Wednesday you're supposed to have a test."
He pulls back from her lips. "How do you know that?"
"Kurt. He's basically memorized your schedule. And he's going to warn you about that history paper you have due next week too."
"A studious dhamphyr. Who'd ever thought one would see the day? I thought creatures like you were supposed to love mystery and luring young men to their carnal death?"
She stares at him before bursting out in laughter. "You really need to stop reading stories on the internet. They really get a lot of things wrong most of the time."
He touches her face and smiles.
"See you Friday then?"
She nods.
He kisses her again before getting back in his truck and driving off.
Quinn and Artie start barraging her with thoughts the second Finn's headlights turn the corner.
Seriously, you've been on cloud nine the past couple of days. Don't drain him too quickly, he looks like a lot of fun in bed.
Shut up, Quinn! She snarls, flying into the apartment and smacking the blonde over the head.
A/N: So, if someone told me they're a supernatural creature of the night, I'm running. What say you?
