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Whats Happening: Brittany is a Vampire. Brittany and Santana currently hate eachother. You will learn more as the story goes on.
Time: Between Season 2 Episode 8 Furt and The Christmas Episode.
Couples: Brittany & Artie
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Twilight or Barbies :)
Artie's POV
I was peaceful for a while, but the small spark that had ignited so many moments ago still flamed inside my mind, as if searching for a hidden memory. Finally the spark found what it was looking for and disintegrated, as I felt part of my humanity slip away. I waited silently as my limbs regained the capability to move again. I no longer felt the sanctuary of my legs; they had escaped me again.
I hesitantly opened my eyes to a dazzling new world. Everything was so intricate. I couldn't describe the small holes in the golden streaked wood that gleamed on the floor or the rainbow UV rays that poured onto the small cabin. How had I gotten here? I realized, trying to find an answer in my mind. My mind was empty of all memories, though. The spark had stolen them.
I shifted on the bed and looked over to see Brittany crumpled on the ground. Her hair shined a brighter blond than ever before. I could see every strand and every imperfection that made her so perfect, although, she had barely any imperfections. She had changed somehow over the past few weeks. I couldn't look into the past, but I knew.
I suspected something was wrong. Brittany never cried. I crawled off the bed, searching for my wheel chair. I felt new strength run through me, although I missed the feeling of my legs. Had that been a dream? I wondered, shifting from one arm to the other in a squirmy crawl.
Brittany's wails reached my ears as I found myself behind her. I wrapped my arms around her torso, as she half jumped out of surprise. "Is that you Steven?" She questioned, not looking up from her hands. "Did you come back for me?"
What was she talking about? "No, Britt. It's me, Artie!" I said, hoping she would soon explain to me how and why I came here.
"Steven, stop playing jokes on me. Artie's dead. I killed him." She said plainly.
"Brittany. Look at me." I said confused. She turned around and stared into my eyes.
"Artie, I thought you were dead. Did the barbies bring you back to life?"