Mad props as always to Naynay1963, Co Creator and ideas smith for this'n.

The movie is as bad as I'd expected. But I have fun with Brittany all the same. The violence in the movie is a little fun too and I do miss the violence sometimes. I miss being the animal.

I bring her back to my place and invite her inside. It all seems so easy and natural as I finally get to kiss her. We stumble sideways through my front door and into my bedroom, neither of us willing to let go.

She falls onto her back on the bed and pulls me down with her. I can feel her heart beating strong against her breast and hear the pouring rush of blood in her veins. It's so close I can feel the heat of it. I can practically taste it even as Brittany dips her tongue past my lips to deepen our kiss. Her hips shift under mine and my arousal builds. My jaw tingles and I know my canines have dropped into fangs but I can't bring myself to pull away from her. I just keep kissing her back as she moves her lips and her body against mine in a feverish rhythm.

She snaps back in a sudden jerk. "Ow, did you... I think you nipped my lip San."

She looks at me with such wide, innocent eyes that I can't help but grin. If she sees my fangs she doesn't say anything. One of her hands releases the hold on my jaw and she traces over my cheekbone and down my nose. I'm still grinning when she gets to my lips and traces their outline with a light touch. I reach out with my tongue and taste her skin then nip at her fingertip with my teeth. She winces and pulls back.

I grab her hand. "Wait." I don't let her lick at the scratch my teeth have made.

She watches with rapt attention as I bring her bleeding fingertip back to my lips. She gulps but remains impassive as my tongue flicks out and I get my first taste.

My eyes roll back as her blood streaks across my tongue. I want more. It's not enough. I suck harder on her finger and get a tiny bit more of the precious liquid. Brittany groans and I'm sure she feels the arousal brought on by the feed. Humans are so easy.

God, I've missed this so much. I need more.

I let go of her hand and she turns it to see the scratch and her fingertip covered in my saliva. She press up for a kiss but I lean back, avoiding the reach of her lips. She pouts and I smirk as I wrap my hand around her wrist and turn the pale side to face me. The path of little blue veins are clearly visible beneath the skin. The rush of her blood sings out the sirens call.

I look up into her trusting blue eyes and down to her throat. She's so open to me. It's not enough. I want the rush of her fear.

"Do you know what I am?" I ask her, the animal growl in my voice deliberate.

She shivers at the sound but then only nods in response.

Her voice remains absent and I growl in frustration as she refuses to answer me properly. She tilts her head up in a question, exposing her jugular to me. The pulsing arterial vein just asking for my teeth.

I can't do it.

I can do it.

Can I claim her?

I'm Santana Lopez. I'm a monster and a thirsty one at that. What is this girl but another human. She holds too much sway over my life; has done since the day she was born. It's not right and it's not fair.

I can feel the anger consume me even as the animal, the predator part of me takes over. Brittany just keeps looking at me. Those crystal blue eyes and that corn blonde hair pulls me in further. I need to devour her.

I lift her chin with one hand. She twists her neck so willingly that I only get angrier. How can she tempt me without the fear. I press my nose against her neck, looking for the fear that I'm craving. It's a basic human instinct to fear vampires. It's not a choice. It's primal.

I nip at her neck and still get nothing. I get up on my knees and straddle her thighs, a growl rumbling low in my throat. Still nothing. It's frustrating.

It's infuriating.

I lick her neck and she giggles. I've had enough.

I stop the nips and bite down hard—harder than I need to and finally, finally her blood splashes out and stains my tongue. Her heart pumps the thick, sweet fluid straight into my waiting mouth. Everything I can't immediately swallow drips down to stain both our clothes and the bed beneath us. Brittany lets out a moan and digs her finger into my hair, pulling me closer.

How dare she...she succumbs to me not in fear but with pure want.

I wrap one arm around her back and grip her shoulder with the other, pulling at her roughly until I hear a sound somewhere between a crack and a thud. Her shoulder dislocates and she still just clings to me. She's in too deep to feel the hurt.

I keep feeding as the golden euphoria of the feed overtakes my anger. My body starts to move with hers again. The intimacy of feeding is so close to kissing, so close to sex. We both moan as I grind into her; as her heartbeat slows; as the last of her blood surges over my tongue.

Then I feel it. Finally Brittany shows some understanding of what is happening to her. I can smell fear mingling with the sweetness of blood and sex. She knows this isn't about getting off or even just feeding. She knows that I'm draining the life out of her. I can feel her inside me now. I can feel her spirit, her warmth coming into me. It might be an illusion but it's one that persists with every human life I take. I am making Brittany mine. With her last heartbeat, Brittany Pierce belongs to me.

My fangs retract and I breath in deeply one more time as the blood induced euphoria starts to wane. I cradle the lifeless body carefully in my arms. Brittany's eyes remain open and her face still holds the blissful sigh of death. I want to kiss her delicate pink lips; I can almost see the wicked smirk she wears so well. But those lips will never turn under their master's will again; Brittany's life force is gone from this body—this corpse. I can see in her faded eyes the glimmer of what had once been life but are now only tears that failed to fall. One lone tear escapes. The trail of salty water dries even against her cooled skin.

I touch my fingers against her once rosy cheeks and I feel it. A sharp stab of grief tears through me as I realise what I've done. I wriggle out from under her lifeless weight as I feel panic rising in me. I lay her head gently on the ground before shaking her shoulders and calling her name.

"Brittany? Britt?" I shake her harder, willing her to be somehow be okay. "No. No, no, Brittany!"

My calls become desperate as the reality of what I've done finally reaches my blood addled mind.

"Brittany I'm sorry. Oh god, I didn't mean to Britt." I pull her tightly to my chest as my own tears choke my throat and stream bloodily from my eyes.

Crimson blood—Brittany's blood—streams down my cheeks as I sob over her lifeless body.

"Please Brittany. I want you back. I need you. I need my friend. You're all I have, you're all I want Britt Britt. Please come back to me, I'm sorry."

I plead and beg over the broken corpse I ask for forgiveness I try to take it back. I offer my own body and demonic soul up to whatever higher power could be watching or listening to take me instead; let me die so Brittany can live.

I spin around searching into the dark woods i find myself in. My apartment is gone and I'm alone. There's no one to hear me or fix this. I can only watch on as the bugs and carrion descend to return Brittany's body to the wild. I can't stand it. Seeing Brittany taken away from me as though she's some Jane Doe corpse tears me up inside. My heart is breaking.

I think I can hear music playing as I watch. It occurs to me in some basic way that it's appropriate I should hear music since I've consumed a dancer's body, a dancer's soul. I recognise the song. The chorus of Constant Craving. The KD Lang song is on some kind of loop and getting louder. Things around me get fuzzier and I look down to see that Brittany's body is gone. I'm sitting on some plush surface and there's a pounding in my head. I'm in my apartment and Puck is still snoring on my couch.

There's no sign of Brittany but I breath in to find that a trace of her scent lingers on my own shirt from when she had been dancing against me last night.

My phone buzzes and then dings with a new message. I realise that the song I'd heard was coming from my phone. I feel like I can still taste Brittany on my tongue, feel the heat of her in my veins. The grief of losing her is fresh in me and I run the back of my hand under my eyes to wipe away the bloody tears there.

The song starts up again and I scramble around in my sheets to find my phone. I swipe my thumb across the screen and just hold it to my ear, too raw from feeding(or the dream?) to say anything.

"Hi Santana it's Brittany." The living breathing voice of one Brittany Pierce reaches me.

I immediately forget that I don't need to breath as I try to suck in more oxygen. "Brittany?"

"Um yeah its Brittany from the bar?" She says. "And the um woods? We're going to the movie tonight. Well I guess thats actually what i was calling to see if you would still um...you do remember me right?"

I could swear I still feel brittany's blood in my veins, the taste of her lingering on my tongue. "Brittany?" I ask again.

Brittany makes a sound like disappointment. "You don't remember me do you? Or that we're going to the movie?" I hear a noise like Brittany just slapped her hand against her forehead. "Oh god I'm such an idiot of course you wouldn't remember the date. You were drunk and I sort of tricked you. You know what, just forget it. Forget I called just... Bye Santana." Theres the sound of Brittany disconnecting the call then silence.

I'm so dazed,confused and now ... Now I'm angry. I let out a growl of frustration, waking up Puck on the couch.

"Wha? Santana whas' goin on?" He grumbles, rubbing at his eyes.

"Get out," I yell at him. I know it's not his fault but I don't care.

"But—"

"Now Puck!"

"Okay, okay. Don't get your panties in a knot."

He tries to say something else but I've had enough. I move across the apartment quicker than I should and flip Puck right off the couch and onto the floor.

"Get the hell outa here Puck!" I turn before I fall to the temptation to rip his throat out.

I unlock my phone as I start hunting through the apartment. I breath in deep to find any trace of Brittany, of her body. I killed her. I stole her light and took her away from the world. Puck slams the front door as I pull up the recent calls on my phone. Did Brittany really call me?

There. In the recents list is two missed calls and on answered from Brittany "Sex On A Stick" Pierce. I don't remember it but I must have programmed the number before passing out. That and changed her ring tone to Constant Craving. The KD Lang song comes into my head almost every time I think of her.

I tap on her name to redial, still madly throwing pillows and blankets around.

I'm on my knees looking under the bed when the ringing stops and I hear a hesitant voice answer. "Hello?"

I almost sob in relief. "Brittany?" I ask just because I have to know.

"Yeah," she says sounding more than confused. "You do remember now? Or did you just butt dial me?"

I laugh in relief. "So you're okay. You're not hurt or anything?"

There's a pause before she answers. "I'm dandy. Except for where I embarrassed myself talking to a cute girl."

I repress another delighted giggle(Santana Lopez doesn't giggle) at both Brittany calling me cute and at the use of the word 'Dandy'.

Brittany's voice is still a bit hesitant. "Are you okay? I guess hungover or..."

"Yeah, I mean I just… Are you sure you're fine?"

Brittany laughs a little and the sound is unbelievably reassuring for me. "Yes I'm drinking coffee and answering emails as we speak." The hesitance is almost totally gone from her voice. "Do you want me to come over? You sound a little shaken."

I don't know how she can know how I feel just by hearing the sound of my voice but she's right. "No, no stay where you are. I'll be fine. I just… had a bad—um," I can't admit that can I?

"You had a bad dream?" She asks.

Dammit.

"Have you tried rocking back and forth?"

"What?"

"To make yourself feel better."

"Oh, um no." I know I'm smiling like an idiot but there's nothing I can do.

The line is silent for half an awkward moment but then Brittany huffs a sigh. "So you called me back to make sure that I'm okay. And we've ascertained that you're kind of okay."

I hum in agreement.

"Does that mean I can ask you out again? Since I did a kinda crappy job the other times."

"I um—" I hesitate knowing I can't but wishing I could.

"Please?"

Oh god, that's not fair. I fall back onto my backside and then sprawl out on my back on the floor. I lay, spread eagle but oddly comfortable.

"Just sparkly vampires and a good time with no pressure."

"No pressure?"

"Absolutely not. Consider me like a broken hydro electricity tree."

Um... "Hydro electricity plant?"

"Exactly."

I shake my head, still grinning and generally flailing on the floor because this girl is my favorite human.

"Okay," is all I manage to say with a level voice.

Brittany squeals on the other end of the line and—apparently Santana Lopez does giggle. I'm also in so much trouble. I'm not shaking any more except from laughter. Brittany's voice is warming me up from the inside out and washing away the horror of my nightmare. Now if I can only know how to get through a night without killing her. Her blonde hair, the beautiful eyes make her a target for my animal self. I feel a cringe at the thought of hurting her. The pain of my nightmare easily returning to pull at my heart. I just don't know for sure if my self control will go so far as a date with her.

"Do you know where the cinema is?" I ask, stalling.

"I'm gonna go with... The Main Street? The one with all the snow?"

She's joking. There is only one street. And *everything* is covered in snow.

But that gives me an idea. "How do you feel about hats?"

{S&B}

"I just don't get it," I grumble, staring at the screen speculatively.

"Easy San," Brittany says reaching for another handful of the popcorn from the bucket in my lap. "The kid is there because of that broody vampire and that broody teenager getting their freak on and—"

"No not that—although the moral message of this movie is a little weird, like am I meant to think that sex before marriage is bad or just vamp sex—" I shake my head because that's not the point. "But no, I mean that Bella chick."

"Kristen Stewart?"

"Yeah that one. Why is everyone after her. I mean she's not a complete unfortunate but she's not exactly smokin either."

"They seem to think she's pretty."

"Yeah. I guess I just..." I shrug. "I dunno."

"Prefer blondes?"

"Yeah." I reply before my brain can catch up with my mouth. "Or I mean I just...um." I slap my hand over my eyes, not even knowing where to start.

"That's okay." Brittany says around a mouthful of popcorn. "I know you think I'm hot." She grins so I can see the flecks of popcorn in her teeth that accompany the streak of butter on her cheek.

I can only think she's adorable which really doesn't help my cause at all. "I—Brittany that's just. I mean—"

"I know you want me," Brittany shrugs like it's no big deal but there's a quirk at the corner of her mouth that makes me sure it kinda is a big deal.

The truth is I want her so much. The hat, scarf and coat I convinced her to wear inside the cinema regardless of the room temperature is helping a little but she is still so hot. I can't admit that to Brittany though. Not yet. Certainly not out loud.

I grab a handful of popcorn and go back to watching the movie. I'm still confused but every now and then Brittany will lean into my ear and make some random observation to make me laugh. Her smell is overwhelming. Hell, her whole presence is overwhelming but I won't let go. I won't hurt her.

Although.

Something like a battle is happening on screen. I don't care. Brittany loosens her scarf and a strip of her skin becomes visible. Her pale, supple skin is tantalizingly close since Brittany is still leaning into me from her last comment on the movie. Her forearm is leaning along my thigh and I can't bring myself to ask her to move.

She wriggles the scarf around again and finally let's it out loose enough to fall away from her perfect, slender neck. I can see the delicate throb of her pulse. I want to touch her. I want to stroke my finger against her skin just to feel the warmth, to feel the life there. My arm acts of its own accord so my hand is nearly touching her shoulder.

We're sitting at the back and there is no one in our row. I could taste her. I could have her to myself and then disappear. It would be so easy. I'm salivating at the imagined taste of her blood. I lean into her, my fangs out and my mouth open, the flavors of her scent washing over my tongue as I breath in.

"Santana?"

My fangs retract fast enough to hurt as I jerk back at Brittany turning to me so suddenly. Her blue eyes are startled and confused as she looks between my mouth and my hand where it hovers over her shoulder.

"What are you—"

I open my mouth even further and transition into a yawn as smoothly as I can, trailing my hand from her shoulder over the back of her seat. Brittany's eyebrows shoot up as I turn into a teenage movie cliche.

"Oh my god," Brittany laughs loud enough that a few actual teenagers turn in their seats to glare at us. She covers her face as if embarrassed by my display. "I can't believe you just pulled a move. You are such a dork."

I am a fucking dork. A dangerous, bloodsucking dork.

{S&B}

Santana's move is somehow charming. I'm pretty sure she could show up on my doorstep with a boom box Breakfast Club style and I'd still be charmed by her.

Even if she has no understanding of temperature.

I've entertained her weird fixation on keeping me warm by wearing all the extra layers. I love the hat anyway so that's not so hard. Taking off the scarf did something to loosen Santana in her seat next to me so I'm calling that a win. I even manage to snuggle into her side with hardly any protest. Well, except for I'm pretty sure that she's stopped breathing. I won't move now though. I'm too comfortable. Plus all the layers are making me overheat and Santana seems to run perpetually cold. Like, colder than normal. She'd be great to snuggle in summer. In a place that actually gets a summer that is.

By the time the credits roll I'm sorry to unfold myself from Santana but she jumps up so quickly I don't really get a choice. We get outside even quicker and the icy wind makes me wrap the scarf back around my throat. Santana seems to breath a sigh of relief. I look at her jacket. It's the same one she wears during the day.

"Don't you feel the cold at all?" I ask taking up her hand as she turns toward my apartment. I feel that her hands are totally icy. She's her usual tan though, not in any way blue.

Santana stumbles a little as she looks down at our joined hands.

I twine my fingers in between hers. "Is this okay?" I ask.

Santana shrugs like it doesn't matter but I can see in her eyes that yes it does matter and yes it is really, really okay. I can't help but dance a little as we walk.

"Don't you live the other way?" I'm sure Santana always comes from the other direction.

"I'm walking you home," she shrugs again.

"So gallant."

Santana laughs nervously but squeezes my hand a little tighter, a proud little smile making her look more adorable even under the harsh illumination of the street lights.

{S&B}

I hesitate at the door to Brittany's apartment. I know she'll invite me inside. I know I should leave. If there is that invitation left open then we'll both be screwed and not in the good way. Not in the good way at all. Brittany twists the key in the lock then turns immediately to face me. The light from her window shows a hopeful glint in her eyes.

"I don't want you to go," she says it in a rush. Like a confession.

I almost sigh at the lack of an invitation but then catch myself. I can't want this. But I do. The blood I tasted in my dream wasn't real but I can't help being curious to know if my imagination was close.

"Brittany—"

"Come inside?"

And there it is. An explicit invitation from one Brittany S Pierce for one Santana 'blood sucking fiend' Lopez to come inside her home. If I was a stronger person, if I wasn't a weak, monster I could say no.

Then Brittany kisses me.

{S&B}

It's poor form to kiss her unawares I know, but I just couldn't stand there watching Santana be all gorgeous and nervous and shy dimples without kissing her. I grab at the collar to her coat so she can't squirm away without giving this a chance. I pull her into me and press my lips firmly into hers. Her lips are cool but soft. She lets out a surprised squeak, her whole body tensing but I don't let go. She keeps her hands away from me, like shes's afraid to touch me but she tilts her head, leaning into the kiss so I can stop pulling at her. She leans in more as I shift the angle. I grin into her mouth when she adjusts to match. Her hands stay away from me like she's afraid to touch but I close my eyes and lean my body more into hers anyway.

I run my hands over her shoulders, down the length of her arms. I reach for her hands and place both of them on my hips. She sucks in a stuttering breath but I don't let her pull away. Instead, I drape my arms over her shoulders to keep her close as I lick my tongue out to taste her lips. She almost growls as she pushes me back into my own front door and kisses me forcefully back.

I'm reminded of the animal woman that leaped between me and the wolf pack and I love it. All the taught control is gone as Santana lets her body press fully against me. I have to pull away for breath and Santana immediately buries her nose against the hinge of my jaw. I push my fingers into her hair as she breathes in deep. She breathes in again and as my fingers press into the base of her skull I feel a vibration coming from her chest. I push my fingers more firmly against the back of her neck and the low rumble becomes audible. She's purring like she did that day in the woods. She's just breathing and purring and holding me tight against the door. I have no idea what's going on but I'm pretty sure I love it.

{S&B}

Brittany just keeps petting the back of my head and my neck and I'm completely powerless to stop her. I'm purring and nuzzling and holding her tight. I want to stay holding onto her forever.

"San?"

She says my name and I finally come back to myself. I push abruptly away from her.

"Sorry, San. Wait." Brittany holds both hands out in front of her. She's trying to calm me like I might startle too easily.

I will startle easy. I can't keep letting us do that. I can still taste her lips. Her smell and her warmth linger with me and make me want to pull her back into my arms; I want to snuggle back into hers.

I feel like I should take a deep breath to calm myself down but I resist the human urge. I don't need any more of Brittany getting into me.

"Sorry," I say not able to make eye contact with her.

"That's... Okay." Brittany sounds more curious than freaked out which I'm glad of.

"I'll just..." I jerk my thumb over my shoulder.

"No please stay. Please?"

I could groan aloud at how unfair this girl is with her 'please's. Instead I just nod, looking at the ground. I can practically feel the heat of Brittany's grin as she spins to open the door to her apartment. I still don't have to go inside though. Maybe once she's inside in the warmth I can just make my hasty exit. I can say I'm going to work and not even think about—

Oh my god, Gus.

That fuzzy giraffe blanket is just laying on the end of Brittany's little two seater couch like he's meant to be there. But he's not meant to be there. He is Brittany's of course but he also belongs with me. He could keep away my stupid horror-nightmares of death. Right?

Brittany walks in leaving the door open for me and I cross the threshold barely even noticing the warm little tingle that spreads under my skin at gaining access to her home.

I'm immediately engulfed in the smell and warmth of Brittany. It isn't a physical warmth so much as a general presence; a Brittany-ness that infuses the space. I can't help but soak it in, closing the door behind me to keep all that warmth in.

Brittany walks over to the bed where her giant bear of a cat is lying sleeping. I walk over to Gus, running my fingertips over the soft, brown fluff. I can see Brittany kneeling down to talk to her cat. I lift up Gus and roll him into a tight bundle. He smells so much like Brittany. Even more than when she first gave him to me. Brittany is mumbling something to the cat so I act quick, shoving the blanket up my shirt, under the back of my jacket.

I freeze as I see Brittany stand in the peripheral of my vision. When I turn back, Brittany has pushed her own coat from her shoulders. Fuck. She was wearing a T-shirt underneath the coat this whole time. I take a step closer to the door as Brittany starts to unwind her scarf from around her neck. On another loop I take another step. The final loop is a third step and then Brittany is pulling off her hat. She tugs at the elastic holding her hair in a messy bun and perfect, golden locks fall gracefully around her shoulders. I swallow, slow and deliberate as saliva pools in my mouth and my fangs drop just a little.

{S&B}

Somewhere between me taking off my coat and me taking off my jacket, Santana has managed to sneak back to my front door. She has her hand on the door knob but I act quick, my wolf pack reflexes letting me get to her quicker than she could expect. I pin her to the door with a gentle but firm hand. She can wriggle out if she wants to but I let her see in my expression how much I don't want her to.

"Where ya goin?" I ask, trying to keep things light

"Work!" Santana blurts out. "Yeah. Um, I mean I have work."

"Now?"

"Well, you know. Monday. I need er, rest and everything."

"Do you not like me Santana?" I desperately pray for one kind of answer but Santana doesn't give me any. "Cause the kissing was pretty hot but..."

Santana's nose does that scrunchy thing that I love. I can't really read her expression though. Not yet. All I know is that she looks tense.

I reach out and stroke a single finger gently between her eyes then down the bridge of her nose to smooth her out. Santana melts into the wall. Like, seriously her body and expression just go so soft, her eyes kind of glazed over. I run my fingertip down her nose again and not only does she smile but the purring starts up again. The purring is just so...

I surge forward to kiss her.

{S&B}

Brittany has some kind of super power. It's like she's methodically locating and taking advantage of my every weakness. I'm powerless against her. She kisses me again and yet again—despite having every intention of leaving, despite my very real fear that I could kill her—I kiss her back. I'm the one to slip my tongue out to touch hers and Brittany responds in kind. I'm purring again. It's not something I control with Brittany. I can't control anything with Brittany.

Eventually Brittany leans back gasping and I find I'm gasping as well. Brittany is still alive. She's alone with me, exposed, vulnerable and still alive.

I have to leave.

I duck out from under her arm. "I had a good night Britt. But I gotta go. Really."

"Can we do something again?" Brittany's eyes are so full of hope. And life.

"Yeah, I guess." I try to reinsert some distance. "If I've got nothing better to do," I shrug. I'm the cliche again.

I'm also an asshole.

Brittany's expression crumbles into a sad pout. An expression I have to fix immediately.

"What about dinner next Friday?" It falls out all in a rush but Brittany understands.

Smiling brightly Brittany nods. "Absolutely. I love dinner. And Fridays."

I fumble for the door knob, gripping it tightly as Brittany rushes forward to quickly peck her lips against mine again.

"Goodnight," she says with another quick kiss.

I get the door open as another sweet kiss lands on my cheek. I want to say goodnight as well but I can't seem to manage it past my stupid grin. She kisses me twice more before I can get to the other side of the threshold and she lets the door come between us.

{S&B}

I fall back against the closed door, my hands clasped under my chin as I squeal silently. I can hear Santana walking away muttering to herself.

"I am so fucked," is the main thing she says.

I laugh through a sigh. "She is so mine."

Santana's footstep falters hesitate like she heard me. "I am so hers," is the last thing I hear her say before the crunch of her boots fades into the distance.