Just having fun, I don't own any of this.

I'm human, so there might be some mistakes.

Santana had a tank top in one hand and a pair of shorts in the other when Rachel opened her bedroom door. The first thing that went through her mind was how did Rachel manage to open the door without burning her hand, and the second was why did it have to be Rachel?

"Wow. I did not take you for a demon who wore boxers." Rachel squinted and cocked her head to the side as she added, "Nor did I take you for a Hufflepuff. I would think you would be more Slytherin than anything. Gryffindor, maybe, but not Hufflepuff."

"Not all demons are evil," Santana grumbled.

"Clearly."

"Okay, look, not to be rude or anything but why are you here?"

Rachel grinned and slid her hands into her pants pockets. "Your Mom invited me to stay for dinner, and Quinn sent me up here to make sure you didn't forget to pack an extra set of clothes."

"I forget to bring pants one time, one fucking time, and she won't let me live it down."

"I'll ask her to tell me about it one day," Rachel teased.

"Please stay away from Quinn when I'm not around. Fallen angels are malicious creatures who only care about themselves."

Santana jumped when Quinn told her to fuck off from all the way downstairs, and Rachel covered her mouth with her hand as she laughed. Santana refrained from commenting, mostly because she was running out of energy, and she needed to get to the Pit before it got too low.

"I enjoy your company, Rachel, and I do, but-

"Why did you come down into the caverns that night?"

The question caught Santana off guard, and she plopped down on her bed. Like she told her mom, she never thought she would see Rachel again, so she never prepared an explanation, but with Rachel standing in front of her, practically backing her into a corner, Santana had no choice but to come clean.

Out of habit, she slipped back into her old mannerisms as she recounted what she knew from that night, "My father and I were on different sides when it came to your people. I believed you were worth sparing, worth keeping an eye on while he thought your people needed to die before you became a credible threat. It was a foolish argument, one that resulted in me running off to take my anger out on someone else. I was halfway to the barracks when I passed the caverns. The moment I entered, I saw firsthand the damage my father was doing. The crying, the begging, the gasping for air, and the screaming echoed in my ears as I made my way through the passages. Most of you were dead or dying, not going to see another day, and my anger grew with each step.

"I was close to the end, close to turning around when I saw you. You were in the last cage in the last cavern, crumpled in the corner like a withering flower, and you looked up at me. You did not have the same hopeless look in your eyes as everyone else. I saw your stubbornness, your unwillingness to die so easily, and something propelled me. After I kidnapped you, I was lost. It was not until I was standing in the middle of nowhere with a dying Elemental in my arms did the idea come to me. You see, Hiram and Leroy were a couple of fallen angels I met in passing when I was younger. I kept in touch because they were sweet and they were good men, and I knew if I asked, they would take care of you no matter what. The entire trip you were silent. You just stared at me, too weak to do anything other than be wary and confused about what I was doing, but eventually, you fell asleep. When we got to Seattle, I called for Hiram and Leroy and explained everything to them. I marked your chest with the crest of my family in hopes that it would protect you from hunters that may catch your scent, and I carried you to the edge of Puget Sound. I placed you in the water, said my peace to Hiram and Leroy, and I walked away. That was supposed to be the end of it."

"I see. And do you regret saving me?"

Santana shook her head no, and Rachel sighed.

"You should," she said.

"Why?"

"Because my life would have been a lot easier had you let me die down there."

"Are you serious?" Santana exclaimed. "You would rather be dead than alive?"

"Yes! If it meant not watching both sets of parents I've ever known die in front of me then yes, Santana, I would prefer to be dead. Do you have any idea what I've been through the last nine decades? I lost Hiram and Leroy ten years after you left. That left me alone, in Seattle, where people would start to wonder why I haven't aged the same way like the other girls in my school. Seattle was perfect, good weather, nice cool rain with a body of water that made me feel like I'd never left home. Then I had to get on a plane and city hop for eighty years because nowhere was safe. Nowhere gave me the same peace I had in Washington with my fathers. Despite the protection you gave me, hunters still found me and made my life hell. I knew they couldn't get to me, but that doesn't mean it still wasn't terrifying to wake up in the middle of the night with strange men hovering over your bed, waiting, watching, and hoping that they could catch a weak spot in the magic."

"I am sorry, but I do not regret saving your life."

"Even when I cost you everything you'd ever loved?"

Santana winced and stood up. She went back to packing her bag and ignored the frustrated huff Rachel made.

"You lost everything because of me. Your home, your father, your magic, and-

Santana spun around and said, "Wait, what? Who told you that?"

"Which part?"

"About my magic. No one outside of Quinn and my mother knows about that."

"Well, I was out for a run a few nights ago, when I first got to Lima, and I ran into a couple of demons. I recognized their markings, and they were drunk. They didn't seem to know what I was but I had enough energy to fight them off if need be. Anyway, they stopped me, bothered me a bit about being out so late, and when they assumed I was going to McKinley, they told me to stay away from you. They said a banished Princess with no magic is more dangerous than a demon with no soul. While I was running back to my house, careful to make sure they weren't following me, one yelled that you were nothing more than a glorified Fallen with fangs. Something like that."

"This was in Lima? Did you tell them you knew me?"

"Yes, I've been here for a few days. I just started school late and of course not. I knew better than to tell them that."

"You have been in Lima for how long, exactly?"

"Long enough," Rachel said.

Santana made a mental note to ask about that later, especially since Rachel gave her the impression she had no idea Santana was in Lima earlier that day, and she swallowed her response. There was the sound of footsteps, and Rachel moved to the side just as Quinn came into the room.

"Did I just hear there are demons in town?" she asked, slightly out of breath.

"Unfortunately, but I do not have time to deal with it yet."

Santana grabbed her half-packed bag off the floor and walked over to Rachel. Similar to their talk on the side of the school, Rachel had her back to the wall, and Santana was way too close for comfort. Santana bared her teeth, her fangs peeking through her gums, and hissed, "You stay with Quinn or my mother until I get back, clear?"

"Why is it such a big deal that demons are in Lima? Aren't they everywhere?" Rachel said.

"Everywhere South, yes. Demons do not travel this far North unless they have too, and if there are more than one in the area, then something is wrong. My father is not stupid enough to have me killed, but that does not mean there is not someone out there willing to try."

"I think you're overreacting."

"Trust me when I say I know demons, Rachel. Stay in the house. Do not be alone. Promise me you will honor those requests."

Rachel searched Santana's eyes, looking for anything that could hint at it being nothing more than an overreaction, but the raw fear and anger reflecting back at her told Rachel the situation was a lot more serious than she believed.

"I promise," she whispered.

"Good. I will be back soon."

And just like that, Santana pushed away from Rachel and made her way down the stairs. She might have been without the magic she was born with, but she was not vulnerable. She slammed her palm against the front door and pumped what little self-taught magic she knew into the wood. When she heard her mother coming down the hall, Santana turned slightly and caught the worried frown creased on her mother's forehead.

"What's going on? Why did Quinn run off like that?" her mother asked.

"If any demon that is not me crosses this threshold, kill it," Santana warned.

"San-

"Mama, please."

Her mother sighed and nodded, and Santana opened the door. She ran out onto the porch, took a deep breath, and sprinted through the rain towards the Pit her mother built for her when she needed to recharge. The rain was cold, colder than usual, and she had a belated thought that there had not been any demon sightings within a hundred miles of Lima until Rachel showed up.