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Santana's POV
It was around four o'clock in the morning when it happened. I was overcome with a sudden panic. I always new of course that Rachel was human and I was not, but it didn't quite register until that moment that I knew what had to happen. I had to turn Rachel. If I don't she'll grow old and die and I'm not interested in living a life without her.
It has to be me who turns her. Whenever a vampire turns a human, there is always a slight chance that they could be sired (a/n: a sire bond is when the turned vampire feels an undying devotion to fulfill every need and desire of the vampire that turned them, they are basically their slaves). I can't take the risk of Rachel being sired to Quinn.
I don't want Rachel to be sired to me either. That's no kind of life. Rachel and I are equals and if she was sired to be she would think of me as above her and act as my slave. Of course that thought interested me at first for obvious reasons until I realized that our relationship would no longer be real.
I am being selfish. Nobody deserves to become a demon, a monster. Her purity would be completely obstructed. But I would still love her. She'd still be the same Rachel and I could be with her forever. Even knowing this, I can't sit idly by and let her slip through my fingers. I need to know I can be with her forever.
I make a decision. I am going over to Quinn's right now and telling Rachel that I hope she will consider being turned.
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Rachel and Quinn were still up for reasons (I'm going to pretend for my sanity's sake) I don't know.
"Rachel, I need to ask that you take something into consideration." I said.
"What is it Santana? You're worrying me," she said.
"Rachel. You're going to die. Someday you will grow old and die and I can't be afraid everyday waiting for that to happen." I walked closer to her and looked her in the eyes. "I need to know that I will be able to live a long happy life with you by my side." I said.
Quinn cleared her throat and I flared my nostrils in irritation.
"What do you mean. Are you...are you saying I should become a v-vampire?" She asked incredulous at the notion.
"I know. I know it sounds horrible, but you know Quinn and I. We are not evil. We can change like we have said. You can become like us and not be the demon that we are perpetuated as," I said, desperate for her not to be disgusted at the idea.
She looked at nothing in particular with a face of deep contemplation. She then looked back up at me.
"That's a very big decision. May I think about it?" She asked.
I nodded.
"And if I should choose that I shall become like you, which one of you will...do it? In literature there are many ways that have been written about it happening. How does it really happen?" She asked.
"You have to drink the blood of a vampire," Quinn spoke up, "and then..." She strained off.
"And then you must die," I said.
Rachel looked shocked. "But after it's over, you wake up and you live forever. With me," I looked at Quinn begrudgingly. "With us."
"I don't want to live the next fifty years of my life growing older and resenting you for your youth or go through the pain of seeing you move on," she said.
"Rachel we could never love anyone the way that we love y-" I started to say.
Rachel put her hand on my cheek. "You say that now. But none of use have any idea what will happen in years to come. I at least want to have some control over the matter. I love you both more than life itself. I want to be with you forever," she looked at me with wonder and ambition in her eyes she smiled an excited smile. She nodded and took of her scarf. "Do it," she said. "I don't need time to think, I just need the two of you with me." She said.
Quinn looked unbelievably happy. "Rachel, you know how much I want this, but are you sure? I don't want you to resent us for changing you," I said. "You're going to have to live with this for centuries or even thousands of years." I said.
She just looked all the more sure. And she nodded.
With that, my fangs came out along with an urge to make Rachel truly, undeniably mine forever.
Quinn had other ideas. She bit her own wrist and began to raise it to Rachel's beckoning lips, but I rudely slapped her hand away.
"Santana," Rachel said taken aback.
"Rachel, when a human is turned there is a possibility for that human to be sired to whoever turned them. A sire bond is when the new vampire is basically a slave to their sire. They fulfill their every need and do anything they desire," I said. "If Quinn's loos is the blood that turns you then you could be sired to her," I said.
"And if it's your blood she'd be sired to you! How is that any different?" Quinn asked enraged.
"I wouldn't take advantage of her if she was," I said.
"Oh and I would?" Quinn asked.
"You know you would! You've been jealous of Rachel and I since it began!" I screamed.
"Since it began? I had her first! She's always been mine. You took her from me, she still loves me," Quinn roared.
"You know that's not true and that's why you are dying to sire her so that you know she would be in love with you because of a technicality." I said.
I could see the anger and pain in Quinn's eyes and the guilt in Rachel. I knew that she didn't like causing us to fight. It's not her fault that Quinn can't let it go.
"Stop! Please," Rachel begged. It was only then that we realized how loud we had gotten. "Stop."
"I'm sorry Rachel. Why don't we let you decide who shall turn you?" I asked.
"Let's draw straws. That seems to be the fairest way," Rachel said.
After some rummaging through drawers looking for thin sticks and a knife to cut them with, we finally obtained them and Rachel was holding them in her hand.
"Alright. Longest straw wins. Longest straw turns me." She said.
Quinn drew a medium length straw and for a moment I was scared, but then I noticed something that no one else in the world would have ever noticed. At first I didn't think she did it on purpose. I saw Rachel, all within a span of two seconds, slightly wiggle one of the sticks and look me strait in the eyes with a nonverbal order. She wanted it to be me. And I resisted a smile, for Quinn would wonder why.
I pulled the stick Rachel said to and it was longer than Quinn's.
The look in Quinn's eyes was not the look of the petty girl who wanted Rachel mostly because she loved her and partially to spite me, the hope had gone out of them and her heart was broken. I would have felt guilty for her, but then I realized she still would never give up. And I remembered that I could be with Rachel forever.
I looked up at her. Her eyes were full of guilt at Quinn's pain, but full of happiness knowing what this meant. I was almost unsure of what to do next. I knew how to do it, but it didn't seem... like enough anticipation.
I slowly bit my hand and I saw Quinn sitting on her bed not a foot a way from us, seething.
Rachel raised my arm to her lips and began to drink. Something else I knew I would have to do, but hadn't registered until now was that I would have to kill her. I knew she would come back, but I still couldn't do it.
After a moment, I began to feel light headed. I gently tried to move her head away from my wrist, but she wouldn't budge. She just moaned and continued to drink. Rachel liked the taste of my blood, something very gratifying to know.
Eventually she stepped back and licked her lips, earring an eye roll aimed at me from Quinn. I knew she'd be bitter about this.
"Now... I have to k-" I trailed off. I couldn't say it. I couldn't do it,
Rachel nodded solemnly. She breathed in and I put my hands gently on the sides of her face. She nodded. I had to do it. If I did it, it would be over with and she would wake up and everything will be fine. With that, I mustered up the courage and I snapped her neck. I wish I could say I did it gently, but there really isn't a gently way.
Her body fell to the ground, lifeless. Quinn stood up, at first in shock, despite knowing she would be fine. I felt the same way.
We sat together on the bed, waiting for her to awaken.
"I could have never done it," she said.
"That's the difference between you and me," I said,
"Yeah. I couldn't kill someone I love." She said through clenched teeth.
"She'll wake up. She's going to be fine. No wonder she picked me." I said.
"She did no such thing. We drew straws." She said.
"You can believe that. Whatever makes you feel better," I said.
Just then Rachel's eyes fluttered open and she began breathing rapidly. She stood up quickly and looked at Quinn and I.
A/N: Dun dun dun. Sort of a Cliffy. Oh well. Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed this chapter :)
