AN: Okay I repeat that once again that this story is a faberry, do not get on my case about how 'mean' Quinn is to Rachel in this chapter, it's not going to be easy for Quinn. Faberry is the endgame, they will have sex, they will get together it's not going to be smooth sailing. Don't tell me how much you dislike Quinn's personality in this, because it's going to be complicated. More of her history will be revealed, and you're going to see why she is the way she is. Until then just sit tight.

Also the violence that Quinn and Charlie will display in this chapter, it's how the original family settles their differences. They are violent with each other it's nowhere near healthy but they can't die. Even Sam who is the moral voice will do it when the need arises. I've stated simply and I've stated plainly that how they view things is different, things that you might not see as forgivable they will forgive because it is who they are. The original family is all sorts of dysfunctional.

As for the Charlie bashing. Charlie isn't the same character she was in the last story, her role is different. Does she love Quinn? Yes. But how the original family views love is incredibly warped to begin with and she's going to do things to hurt Quinn. So yes I get you hate her, but I'm tired of hearing the super Charlie complaints when this story is really just in its infancy. I'm not pretending she isn't important, I said she was at the very beginning. There are a lot of storylines and arcs in this story. They will intersect at some point. Now will some storylines feature heavily on Charlie? Yes. But the same could be said about Sam and Sebastian. There is no better twin right now and you need to know that I do know what I'm doing.

Now if it comes to the idea that you think Charlie is anywhere close to amazing and loveable and loves her twin so much despite the fact that I have stated on several occasions that Charlie betrayed both Quinn and Sam, then mention it. That's constructive, but telling me before I've even written anything or even shown what her role in the story will be isn't constructive. I've already gotten hate for how I portray Quinn, I got it in the first chapter. I haven't even begun to show Quinn at her worst yet. Again this story is going to be massive, the characters will evolve some faster than others. Quinn will do things that I'm sure will break your heart, or get you angry. Characters will die, every member of the originals will do something that should make you angry. Quinn isn't perfect I will not portray her to be so, and this is really the last time I'm going to say this. No one in this story is perfect.


"Can I meet her? Your twin?" Rachel asked, she was currently alone with Quinn they had basically given up on the attempt to paint the house while everyone had just asked Quinn and Sam as many questions as they could think of. She still had so many to ask Quinn.

Quinn looked up at the ceiling, her sister was pacing bored and quite possibly hungry. She knew her twin had smelt it, she had gone straight for Rachel. "Not right now, she needs to adapt to this era, and she might still hunger."

Rachel nodded, that made sense to her and she studied Quinn who was busy putting things away. Her mind was still reeling as she thought about the new information. Santana was a werewolf, so was Finn and Puck. Brittany and Artie were witches. "Vampires—I still don't understand. I thought that stuff was all fake. Like Dracula—was Dracula real? Was he the first vampire in existence?"

"We believe in discretion, it's how we've survived for as long as we have. We hide in plain sight. The wolves can smell us and it makes them anxious. As for whether or not Dracula was real? Not to my knowledge, I did read the initial book with my siblings. It was—amusing, very unrealistic to some degree."

Rachel nodded listening carefully, "So vampires can walk around in the sun? I thought they were creatures of the night. I guess a lot of the lore surrounding your kind is simply that just stories?"

Quinn flicked her hazel eyes to Rachel, "Yes it is. Though some of it is true—I'm—my family is just different. Bibles and crosses do nothing. I have walked into a church, I have touched the bible and nothing happened. I have read several religious texts it didn't burn. We hunger for blood, we need it to survive. You've seen my reflection in the mirror, my heart still beats, and my senses are heightened." Quinn said going over the check list in her head. "We don't sparkle, but so long as we feed, our bodies work just like a normal humans."

Rachel nodded, "So if werewolves exist and vampires, and witches does that mean that other creatures exist as well? Demons? Angels? Fairies—does Santa Clause actually exist? What about unicorns—have you seen a unicorn? Is there a secret school for wizards like in Harry Potter? Do giants exist? Are all these stories based on some truth?" Brittany had been obsessed with Harry Potter she'd gone through a phase. It suddenly made sense. A lot of things that Brittany had been saying over the years suddenly made sense. Quinn stared at Rachel and she watched as the singer flushed embarrassed by her excitement. "Brittany loves Harry Potter, and she made us watch it over again."

"Do unicorns exist?"

Rachel noted the tone of amusement in Quinn's voice. "Okay so unicorns clearly don't exist, but what about a secret school for wizards—or in this case witches. I'd want to go to Hogwarts—I took several tests, most of them said I'd be in Gryffindor. Brittany would be in Hufflepuff, Santana could go either way—Slytherin or Gryffindor but still. You're a vampire—I should probably focus my questions on vampire lore. How old are you? A few hundred years old—I mean you all clearly got turned rather young—who was your sire. Do sire bonds exist?"

"I—"

"I'm sorry that was probably rude—" Quinn moved again gently placing a finger on Rachel's lips gently quieting her.

"I've never met anything that didn't fall into one of those three categories. In some places around the world demon is what they'd call a vampire or a werewolf or even a witch. I'm sure there are probably other things and people in our world I simply haven't come across them yet. Magic exists, which means that the rules will always change. The only constant about magic is that there is always a price."

"You were a witch?" Rachel asked surprise in her voice.

"My mother was. I was like Artie, I never practiced. Magic runs in family bloodlines. If you have a witch somewhere in your bloodline then you are, for all intents and purposes have the potential to become a witch. The rule of thumb Rachel is that you don't make deals with witches, as much as Santana wants to claim that we are a danger, you need to know that magic is more of a threat than we are. So don't go making deals with witches no matter how much you may want to. The price may not be worth it." It was a warning but Rachel was new and she needed to know of the dangers.

Rachel nodded, it was a warning and she was sure that Santana was going to give her a list of things that she needed to be wary for. "So if I invite you over to my house—?"

"Inviting me into your house just once, means that I will always be able to enter the house so long as you live there, or your parents own the house. You will not be able to disinvite me and I will be able to come and go as I please. A tip—do not invite me or any other vampire into your house unless you fully and I mean fully trust them Rachel."

"Well I trust you, and I really would—"

Quinn held up her hand she couldn't believe what she was hearing, "Rachel you just found out about the existence of a supernatural community, one that is always in some form of war or another. I just said do not invite me or any other vampire into your house unless you fully trust them. You don't know me, you barely know your best friend who turned out to be a werewolf. My sister just attacked you, don't be silly and think that because I am speaking to you like this, I am always in control."

Rachel frowned for a moment, thinking over what Quinn said. "I'm not inviting some strange vampire over I'm inviting you and Sam over to my house Quinn. If you truly wished to harm me you could do it right now, or even if I was in my house, there are ways to cause me harm while I was hiding in it. I'm sure you could think of several and I'd have to leave the house eventually. I trust you like I trust Santana."

Quinn stared at Rachel for a moment and closed her eyes. "You're an idiot." Quinn stands up quickly, humans are stupid and Hollywood has rotted Rachel's mind.

Rachel isn't particularly offended, Santana's said worse to her and called her worse on a day to day basis, but she smiles a bit. "I understand the danger, but you aren't a strange vampire. You're a vampire who is taking the time to try and show me how dangerous she is. That's why I trust you. You didn't want to come to my house when we first met, and that says more to me than you should know. Thank you for protecting me Quinn—" Quinn bared her fangs at Rachel, but Rachel didn't seem to flinch. "You aren't going to get rid of me that easily Quinn—you did promise to join glee club."

"I'm a vampire—" Quinn pointed out.

"Apparently the vast majority of the glee club is a supernatural creature of some sort. So that's not actually a valid excuse," Rachel interrupted with a small smile. "Glee club is meeting Monday, after school. You and Sam need to join."

"Yes I don't trust witches, or the wolves plus your boyfriend probably has fleas," Quinn pointed out.

"Finn—" Rachel began about to defend her boyfriend but there was nothing to say, she couldn't think of one thing to say in his defense his behavior had been abhorrent.

"Came to my house and attempted to steal from me Rachel, and he openly admitted that he wanted to kill my brother and me," Quinn pointed out in a bored tone. "That perfume that he gave you wasn't just a gift, because even though it seems he has the intelligence of a rock, it was another attack. We can't feed, the wolves and the witches dosed the water supply with vervain which is a weakness of ours. It won't kill us but imagine drinking a cup of battery acid. We can't compel, which means we can't get blood from the blood bank. So yes I don't trust your boyfriend or the wolves."

Rachel frowned so much information was being thrown at her, and she wasn't sure what to make of it. But this was ridiculous, "This could be the perfect way to broker peace between the different supernatural communities. Glee club is inclusive to all and I'm sure once you get to know Santana you'll change your mind. She's loyal and she's protective, I assure you that her bark—I've been saying that for years and the irony just hit me." Rachel said after a moment and Quinn's lips twitched upwards. "Is her bark worse than her bite?"

"How have you managed to survive this long when you've been surrounded by wolves and witches? A werewolf bite can turn you. However I can hear Santana is informing me that she'll be the one to tell you about the wolves."

Rachel looked around Santana wasn't even in the room, "You have telepathy?"

Quinn moved again adjusting herself so she was right in front of Rachel, "Rachel you don't expect me to tell you all my secrets on day one do you?"

Rachel swallowed Quinn was close and that intense gaze of hers meeting her eyes, and she could see the different shades of green and slight brown in Quinn's eyes. Quinn's lips were twisted upwards she was teasing her, and she could see Quinn's fangs. She had to wonder if the stories were true, she could have asked Quinn but that seemed rather forward and she flushed which immediately made Quinn pull back, which confused her to no end. "No—but Santana's not here, she left. Does it only work with other supernatural creatures—?"

"Santana is outside, and I can hear her, just like she can hear this conversation," Quinn tilted her head to the side. "Brittany and Artie will give you a crash course in being a witch and Santana will teach you about being a werewolf." Quinn flicked her eyes back to Rachel, "The only thing you need to know about wolves is that they are basically like dogs, just buy them a chew toy at the pet store and scratch behind their —she's yelling now."

Rachel bit her lip, it was faint inside the house but she could hear Santana's speaking loudly in Spanish. She recognized some of the threats. "I should go before your neighbors call the police. Please think about joining glee club. It could be a step towards peace."


Sam knocked on the door where the youngest of the family was currently sitting reading a book that had been on Quinn's shelf, for now she would need to get caught up with society. A hundred years had been a long time, and tact seemed to be lacking in the family. "Charlotte," he said softly and his sister turned to him.

"You took her side," Charlotte responds and her tone is petulant. "You always take her side."

"As do you when it suits your needs," Sam reminds his sister, "You disappointed her, yet she still took care of you. She still brought you everywhere she went she never left you Charlotte. You betrayed me sister you betrayed everything that we stood. You threw away our pact and I still don't understand for what. What could possibly possess you to do so? We are a family."

Charlotte looked at him studying her eldest brother. She wasn't mad at him not truly, yet she wasn't in the mood for her brother's holier than thou speeches, and his endless disappointment. "For all your talk about family Samuel, our brother still sleeps. Spare me your righteous indignation." Sam hissed at her, "I was in that box for a hundred years. Locked away—"

"She was thinking about removing the dagger Charlotte, she missed you. She missed you terribly she is angry and she is disappointed but Quinn has never once stopped loving you. This is our chance to rebuild and our sister will forgive you, she has always forgiven you. She has always protected you always and forever." Sam interrupted. "You betrayed us, you betrayed me. For your own selfish reasons Charlotte, and your only concern is how long you were kept locked away. Being protected by Quinn who has protected you, who has never once left your side. You broke our pact—" Sam saw Charlotte move as she grabbed him by the neck slamming him hard against the wall. "You betrayed me," he finishes. He doesn't make a move to strike at her or push her off. "Always and forever Charlotte, family above all. You swore to it, you swore to her that you'd always have her back."

Charlotte didn't hesitate as she snapped his neck watching as he fell to the ground, she exhaled slowly. "I never broke our pact," she says as she looks at his still body for a moment. He'll heal, they always do, she doesn't want to hear Sam preaching morality at her, or informing her how disappointed he is at her.


Santana was fidgeting when Rachel finally left the house, she could hear every conversation. It was interesting to hear the family drama it could be used but Rachel had been alone with Quinn for an extended time and she was worried. Sure she hadn't heard Quinn attack her but she wasn't going to let Quinn take one of her best friends away. Sure she was dangerous but she'd never hurt Rachel, and she wasn't going to let Quinn imply that she would. She watched as Quinn walked Rachel to the door and Rachel seemed fine as she walked down the front steps. Santana's eyes met Quinn's and Quinn raised a brow but went back into her house. This was all her fault—that was unfair this was all Finn's fault and Puck's she was going to murder them. "Rachel—you know we wanted to tell you. Brittany and I both wanted to tell you but there are rules and we couldn't just tell you—"

Rachel held her hands up interrupting Santana, "I understand why it needed to be kept a secret. I'm disappointed that I didn't know about this side of you and Brittany I thought that we told each other everything—there isn't anything else that you aren't telling me is there?"

Santana opened her mouth, she knew where Rachel's mother was. She knew that Rachel had the potential to be a witch, she knew a lot of things that she could tell Rachel but there wasn't "There are things that I still can't tell you Rachel, and it's not that I don't want to. I can't disobey a direct order from my alpha. But I can talk about the wolves now and I can point them out so you know. Now that you know there is a lot that I can tell you, same with Brittany. If you still want to be our friends—"

"Santana I've known you since you were six, we've been friends since then. I'm not going to abandon you all because you turn into a wolf every now and again. I mean Quinn's a vampire, Brittany's a witch. It's quite a bit of information to take in, and we're still friends. When were you bitten?" Rachel asked brightly.

Santana smiled, curiosity was good. "I wasn't bitten, I was born a werewolf. Finn and Puck weren't born with it they got attacked by a member of our pack and they both turned. They are considered mutts to the pack, anyone who isn't born with it is considered a mutt." Santana said and Rachel nodded.

"Is it like Quinn and Hollywood totally made a mess of the mythology behind your kind?" Rachel asked. "I mean Quinn can walk in the sun—"

"That's a Quinn and Sam thing, according to my father vampires shouldn't be able to walk in the sun. I don't know how she can and I doubt she's going to tell me how she can," Santana said crossing her arms over her chest and looking at the door. "Most of the stories are relatively true, we're not as mysterious as vampires. Silver doesn't work on us, no idea where idea came from. Rachel I don't think you understand how dangerous Quinn and vampires are."

"I understand the danger, but you're dangerous and so is Finn and Puck. Speaking of Finn where is he? What he did in that house and what he said was simply abhorrent, he went into their house to steal something and he wants to kill them. I understand that there's a war but maybe you just need to understand each other better. Quinn and Sam haven't hurt anyone."

"Finn is an idiot, and you're right we are dangerous but you got attacked in there and yeah it was completely Finn's fault. But what you saw when Quinn's clone attacked was a true vampire, that speed that strength, she was hungry. Think about that Rachel, I'm strong, hell I'm stronger than Finn and Puck combined but I can't—I wasn't able to do anything in there. They are dangerous Rachel. Sam took memories from me, before we dosed the entire town, and Quinn's a bitch who thinks she owns everything."

"He took memories from you?" Rachel asked horrified.

"I think I stumbled on what Finn did and he made me forget, I can't remember—"

Rachel held up her hand, "You went into their house and snooped?"

"He took my memories away—they are hiding something. They would have done it to you and everyone else in glee club if we hadn't dosed the city so that they couldn't compel anyone or drink from anyone in the city."

Rachel looked back at the house, "I know that there's a war or at the very least a rivalry between your two species but—have you thought this through? Her sister was hungry and that's what we saw—you're making sure that they can't eat in an attempt to starve them—"

"You're defending them?" Santana snapped in annoyed tone.

"I'm saying that having three vampires hungry and needing to feed is hardly the most intelligent idea," Rachel pointed out. "Why is there a war between your two species?"

"Our bite is lethal to them, well normal vampires. Quinn doesn't fall into that category as well, I don't know what sparked the war but it's there Rachel, we don't get along." Santana said before realizing that Rachel had a very good point.

"That's why they should join glee, it could be a peace club. My fathers have said time and time again that the first step to getting over your prejudices is to simply get to know someone who is gay or black—in this case a vampire. You get to know Quinn and Sam and they'll get to know you, Puck and Finn as well as Brittany and Artie. It'll bring the community together and maybe we can work together."

Santana groaned, "You really want this don't you?"

"I do—and think about it. You yourself said that it's not like you can hurt Quinn wouldn't it be better to have her as a friend or an ally rather than an enemy?" Rachel prompted.

Santana was quiet thinking about it, she would rather have a vampire on her side then fight against them. Quinn and Sam had kept everyone safe and they had healed everyone who had been injured even Puck—well everyone but Finn. She could live with that for now. "Fine."


Quinn stood at the door watching her twin read through the pages of the history book, it was going to take more than that to get her up to speed on the latest trends, and phones and cars. "I gave him a choice—he chose to leave you to become immortal. I killed him for it. Family above all else, that's what we promised each other. You threw that pact away. Because you fell in love yet again. You would see me dead—"

"Never. I love you. I have always loved you and I will always stand by your side when it matters, when it counted. But a hundred years Quinn? You stuck a dagger in my chest and you carried me around like a prop. Sam says you missed me, and yet I slept."

"You betrayed me, you sold me out because I refused to give my blessing on another one of your foolish endeavors. You fell in love yet again to another person who would bring this family harm. Should I simply sit by the side while you invite our enemies to get close to us? Or shall we forget how it was we managed to get the daggers in the first place. Your foolishness has cost us time and time again and every time I have been there for you."

"Should I feel grateful that you stuck a dagger in my chest? Or perhaps that you kept me locked up for a hundred years. I don't need you protecting me anymore Quinn, I wanted to leave. I didn't betray our pact I simply wanted you to leave. I am capable of taking care of myself."

"Leave you to make your mistakes? If the stakes we played with were not dangerous perhaps your point would be valid. Yet every single time you believe you're in love, our family suffers for your foolishness."

Charlotte studies Quinn for a moment, "After I finish adapting to this century, I will leave and I'm taking Sebastian with me and if Sam wishes to go then we will all go and leave you alone to your devices. It's better than spending eternity in a coffin." Charlotte picks up the history book and opens it. She flicks her eyes up meeting Quinn's, "At least I am capable of love sister."

It's the wrong thing to say and Quinn see's red, moving towards her sister and with one quick movement of her hands snapping her neck and leaving her there. It won't kill her, but it brings Quinn a bit of peace. She doesn't look down at Charlotte's unmoving body, her sister will not take away her family. She moves again, she needs to find the dagger to put Charlotte back to sleep. But the dagger isn't where she stashed it and Sam is currently sitting in the living room reading a book. "Where is it?"

"You aren't putting her back to sleep Quinn," Sam informs her not looking up from the book.

"She wants to leave," Quinn snarls at him. "She can't leave." There is a hint of desperation in Quinn's voice. Her twin's threat to leave her alone—even when Sam was in the box, she'd still had them with her. They were still there.

Sam closed the book he had heard, everything that was said between the two of them. Whether or not Charlotte's anger at Quinn was justified her reaction to Quinn's attempt at keeping her safe, she had betrayed them. It didn't matter if she had told them of her betrayal, or if she had initially felt guilty for it. She had still betrayed them. "Charlotte is angry with you, though it was her actions that caused her to be in that box. Give it a few days and perhaps she'll fall in love and use that as an excuse to stay, but I will not leave your side Quinn and despite all evidence Charlotte does love you. Though we need to have a conversation about breaking each other's necks when we're angry. We aren't children throwing tantrums." Quinn sneers at this and Sam continues. "You know how stubborn she is, and she will refuse to see where she erred in this. Though if you keep attempting to force her to stay, she will leave. Besides you demand to be alone at least one a decade, Charlotte threatens to leave you once a decade. I find it easier to simply ignore the two of you and allow you to get it out of your systems."

Quinn didn't say anything for a moment, her mind playing over the last thing Charlotte said over and over again and she snarled, it would be satisfying to simply stick her back in the box. They had promised to be a family, to stick together. "And if she betrays us again?"

Sam finally pulled his eyes off the page that he was reading and studied his sister. As casual as his sister sounded he could hear that underlying tone of pain. "You need to give her a chance to not disappoint you Quinn. However if our sister chooses to turn her back on you again, I will put that dagger in myself and you can keep her there for as long as you want. I will admit that I was wrong and I won't say a word in her defense."


To say Miguel Lopez was enraged would not be doing the emotion any justice and it was a gross understatement of his emotional state at this point. "Three of them? You unleashed another vampire on Lima? What the hell were you thinking?" It was directed at Santana, it didn't matter if Finn was the one who had gone behind Santana's back. She was in charge. Finn and Puck's failures were her failures, if she was going to be the future alpha she would have to be responsible for nearly a hundred wolves. "Let's not even begin to go into the fact that your idiocy has revealed our secret to five humans."

"Four, Rachel has magical blood running through her veins, she's technically a witch even if she doesn't know that she is," Shelby spoke up and Miguel turned on her. "Hiram and Leroy want nothing to do with our world and they don't wish for her to get to know her heritage. I'm more surprised that she isn't horrified, of what they are. But then I simply need to look at our society to remind myself that vampires are loved, they are pretty and we have forgotten the danger they possess." Shelby turned her eyes to Finn, she narrowed her eyes. He had put Rachel in danger, she had never heard of this waking a vampire nonsense.

"What were you even doing in that house? Have I not made myself clear that they are dangerous?" Miguel snarled at Santana, both Puck and Finn stepped back.

The wild magic that called to all of them, radiated off her father and Santana resisted the urge to simply submit. She had ultimately been responsible for this fuck up, though she was personally going to murder Puck and Finn, mostly Finn. "Rachel and Brittany are my friends so is the rest of glee club. We couldn't tell Rachel what she was by your words, without revealing how we knew this information. We needed to make sure that they were safe and the vampires weren't going to kill them or do something to them. They didn't. They promised that they wouldn't hurt us or attack us unless we attacked first. They saw Finn's snooping as an attack, and I think they were going to kill Finn but Sam insisted that Quinn not. We really just here to paint their house and no one was supposed to get hurt." There would be no point in telling her father that she had ordered them to simply paint and go. Finn's disobedience generally put her ass in the line of fire with her father.

"Yet Puck and Finn got injured by this new vampire, as did several humans," Miguel snarled.

"That was an accident papi, Finn touched some magical item and it woke up one of the vampires who was hungry. They fed her some bagged blood and it calmed her down completely. They protected everyone, Quinn rushed Rachel out of the room the moment that she appeared and went for her. They protected everyone that they could and they tried to contain the situation. They didn't want this anymore than we did. She betrayed Quinn."

Shelby frowned at this if anything this would only cause her daughter to side with the vampires more, or see them as sympathetic. She could even hear the sympathetic tone in Santana's voice, Finn had wisely chosen not to draw attention to himself. "Let me guess to heal them they gave them some of their blood?" Santana nodded.

"It worked—"

"Yes vampire blood has magical properties and I'm sure you were impressed and thought that these people aren't that bad. Do you know how a vampire turns a human or any other creature into a vampire? Ingest their blood and then they kill you, quick and brutally and they will be born again. I've seen it, how do you know that they aren't planning on growing their numbers?"

Santana frowned, if that was the case then they could have just turned everyone immediately to grow their numbers but she didn't bring this up. Quinn was a bitch, Sam was a douche that had basically forced his will upon her with his compulsion but they hadn't done anything to warrant a response of aggression.

"You mean to tell me that Puck could turn?" Miguel snarled looking at Puck who shrunk back.

Shelby nodded and Miguel snarled loudly, it was a disaster they had several people running around with the potential, "The good news is that if they do turn them then we can easily take them out. The people that they sire are vulnerable to werewolf bites."

"How long?"

"Twenty-four hours," Shelby responded.

"You will stay at this house for twenty-four hours. Inform your mother that you'll be staying over with Finn," Miguel said dismissively and Puck nodded bowing his head a bit before excusing himself. Miguel turned on Santana. "This was a disaster, and you didn't even do anything to make it worth it. It's screw up like these which make me think you are still a pup. You were responsible. Three vampires are now on the loose in Lima, with another on the way. Our secret was revealed to the two biggest gossips at your school. What went right?"

"We know about the existence of the daggers, which seems to force them to sleep, and we do know that they have a bit of family drama and that one is more inclined to betray her siblings. We could use that against them," Shelby said. "I assume that this girl, Quinn's twin will be attending McKinley, we should get close to her. Meet with her but try not to antagonize the vampire who can kill you. While Quinn and Sam may have claimed that they weren't going to hurt anyone she made no such promise and she could be dangerous."

"You plan on forming an alliance with this vampire?" Miguel asked incredulously. "Have you gone mad?"

"They're already fighting, I'm saying we use this against them, and once we finish using her and getting information from her then we need perhaps if we befriend her she'll drop something about how it is we can kill them. It's going to require getting close to them."

"I can—" Finn started and everyone turned to look at him and he quickly shut his mouth. He had done enough damage.

"Santana and Puck will take care of it, Miguel informed his daughter and Shelby, "I need to know more about our enemy. She's a teenager you're a teenager, have Puck work some of his charm if he can stomach sleeping with one. Get her on our side and then find out what we need to know."

"I'm going to need a description of that dagger if we can't get our hands on it, chances are there might be some mention of it in a book or something on magical artifacts," Shelby said glancing at Finn. "You should have snapped a picture of it instead of pulling it out. Do you just go around touching things that you don't understand?" Her daughter's boyfriend was an idiot and she wondered what Rachel saw in him though at this point she'd rather Rachel date the werewolf than continue to foster this interest in vampires.


"Sam took Santana's memories—and I'm here to ask you if you can give them back," Rachel said coming directly to Quinn first thing on the Monday morning and Quinn turned to her from where she was putting her books away. "It's not like she doesn't already know about the fact that your siblings were sleeping in the basement." Rachel said it was a whisper and she looked around, not quite sure if she was being quiet enough.

"Yes well the alternative was to kill her, Sam won't kill if compulsion will suffice," Quinn responded bluntly. "When they are asleep they are exposed Rachel, and they are my family." Even if at times she really just wanted to bury them under several layers of concrete.

Rachel blinked, Quinn had suggested killing Santana so casually nearly as casually and justified as Finn had informed everyone that he was going to kill Quinn. "Well now everyone sort of knows, and she feels like it was a violation and I'm asking you as a peace offering to show that you aren't going to hurt her or any of the other wolves," Rachel said biting her lip as Quinn stared at her. "I really think that glee club could bring peace—but it will require a bit of trust on everyone's parts—"

"I can't." Quinn said bluntly as she grabbed the books she needed for the next class.

"You can't join glee club or—"

"Even if I wanted to undo the compulsion which Sam put on Santana, I would need to compel her to remember. She currently has vervain coursing through her system so I couldn't. It's considered rude to undo another vampire's compulsion, and for the most part it's difficult and time consuming to figure out exactly what was said. She's going to need to ask Sam, or you're going to need ask Sam who will tell you the exact same thing. She needs to be vervain free."

Santana wasn't going to agree to go vervain free, even though Rachel had pointed out consistently it was to keep Sam, Quinn and Charlotte on a strict blood bag diet. Rachel sighed inwardly, she'd go to Sam. "Well I was thinking that maybe we should head to the music store, where we can get some sheet music. I've picked out a song for Sam and we can pick out a song for you. Sam was all for a sort of peace and we're going against the Dalton Academy Warblers at sectionals. They are extremely good." Rachel pulled out her phone and showed Quinn a picture of them causing Quinn to pause and stare at the photo on the Dalton Academy website.

"Blaine?" Quinn said because standing right there middle of the group was Blaine Anderson, she hadn't seen him since they had been in England together.

"Yes Blaine Anderson is their star, he and Kurt are sort of seeing each other, sort of. They go for coffee and they do things together—how do you know Blaine Anderson—is he a—?" Rachel eyes widened a bit when Quinn gave her a dull look. "He is—is Kurt in danger?"

"How did he escape the notice of the wolves?" Quinn demanded.

"Dalton isn't in Lima and Blaine's never met Santana or Finn or even Puck to my knowledge. He can walk around in the sun like you—I never thought anything of it. How do you know him? When did you meet him? Is he your maker?"

Quinn slammed the locker shut and snorted, at the idea of Blaine Anderson being her maker, "No he isn't but my brother is his."

"Sam?" Rachel prompted.

"No Sebastian." Quinn smiled at Rachel, perhaps it was time for a family reunion of sorts and it was time to wake up her older brother. She turned to Rachel who was going over this information in her head. "Now you wanted to go the music store to search for the perfect song for me?"

Rachel blinked there was amusement in Quinn's eyes, "You're agreeing to join glee club?"

With this new witch in town they were going to need to smoke her out, and it was highly likely that she had joined forces with the wolves. She'd need to remain close to them to find out who exactly this Shelby person was. Artie was willing to feed her information and perhaps if she could gain the trust of some of the wolves then she'd get a proper name and introduction. It didn't hurt that she'd be close to Rachel as well. "I already said I would and unless I want Sam to read me the riot act about how my word is important then I will join. I assume you told him of this attempt to stop a millennia long war through your glee club?"

"Yes he was quite excited at the idea," Rachel said with a smile, everyone seemed onboard with her idea, she thought Quinn would be considerably more difficult about the subject yet here she was joining in with her. Rachel paused for a moment, "You will actually try this out right? The peace?"

"If I wanted the wolves dead then they'd already be dead. They aren't really a threat to me an annoyance. So yes I promise to play nice I'll even promise to not wave the chew toy I got for Santana in front of her face."

"You bought her a chew toy," Rachel repeated and then saw Quinn smirk, it was a start at the very least. At least they weren't being physical and perhaps this was just how their relationship was going to be.


Sam tilted his head as he watched Mercedes approaching him, the particular cross jewelry that she was sporting caused him to raise an eyebrow. Mercedes looked puzzled for a moment when he didn't seem to flee, "Mercedes that stuff won't work on me. That vial of water that you have in your purse which I assume is holy water won't affect me unless it has a certain herb in it which it probably does, given the fact that the entire water supply of Lima has that stuff in it. I'm not going to hurt you."

Mercedes studied him, she had never believed in demons and other such nonsense, she went to church every week sang at with her choir, and she prayed, but here was Sam Fabray with an amused smile on his face looking at her like she was crazy. She truly believed in everything that was said at church, but this was nearly too much. It made her question everything her faith, everything. Kurt didn't understand what this meant, not really and yet here she was. All common sense told her to run but she needed to know. "Does god exist? All my life I've been told that if you're a good person, if you believe in Jesus, if I follow the Ten Commandments then I will go to heaven. I mean if you exist and witches and werewolves, I need to know if everything I believe in is a lie. And I know that it's weird asking the demon—vampire if god exists."

Sam sat their quietly, to have the very foundation of your belief shaken must have been difficult, he sat up and put the book down, "I don't know if your god exists or if your version of an afterlife exists. I do know of an afterlife of sorts for members of the supernatural community. Though if you wish to know more then you're going to have to ask a witch." Sam said picking up his book again as Mercedes stared at him her eyes opening. "Despite what you may believe, witches don't sleep with demons or summon them. I wouldn't trust a witch, magic and occasionally information comes with a price." Sam glanced at her for a moment studying her. "I'm sorry that I can't give you the answers that you seek, but I simply don't know."

Mercedes deflated she had thought that he'd have the answers that she sought but there was only more questions. "Do you believe in heaven?"

"Mercedes I'm immortal, I don't spend my time thinking about an afterlife. I don't think of the philosophy of me being alive and what it means. I will be alive for all eternity and I choose to spend that time making sure my siblings remember their humanity though it's been over a thousand years since we were human. Despite our hunger I believe we still have our souls, and I intend to make sure we keep it."

"Finn says that you guys are evil," Mercedes repeated, everyone was telling her that they were. Whether it was her church or Finn Hudson. Vampires were demons, they deserved to be staked. Finn was also a werewolf and she was sure that his view on things was biased heavily.

Sam smiled at Mercedes kindly, "Why don't you make up your mind yourself? I won't deny the danger, but evil because we're different than he is? You could make the same argument that he's making for the werewolves or the witches. But they were your friends and the only thing that's changed is that you found out something about them that you didn't know before."

Mercedes opened her mouth and then closed it, Santana was still Santana, Brittany was still Brittany Sam seemed to be right though his presence still bothered her to some degree. "What's it like to live so long?" Mercedes asked Sam. "You've probably seen a lot of things history unfold."

"Lonely." Sam said summing it up in one word. "You live long enough and the people that you care about, eventually they end up dead."


Santana Lopez stood outside the house with Puck standing beside her. Betraying a vampire seemed like a stupid idea, it was a dangerous game and she personally wanted nothing to do with it. But her alpha had commanded it and Rachel seemed dead set on befriending the vampires and was currently shopping with Sam and Quinn for sheet music. At least Quinn and Sam had protected them but she didn't know this vampire and approaching her seemed to be risky without them there in case things went wrong.

Puck grabbed Santana's wrist before she could knock on the door, "This is a shitty idea," he whispered. "She attacked us and what if she rips out our throats or breaks our necks or—drains our blood? We don't know her and Quinn and Sam aren't here to make an introduction."

Santana rolled her eyes, "She can probably hear us," she focused on the house she couldn't hear anything. "You heard them, she woke up hungry and now she isn't. Rachel's dead set on this whole peace idea and I don't trust Sam and Quinn's a bitch." Santana knocked on the door. "So here we are."

It didn't take a second, as the door swung open and Charlotte stood at the door with a raised eyebrow staring at them. She studied the two wolves for a moment, "Two wolves are currently standing on my porch, give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip out your throat?"

Puck's eyes widened and he turned to Santana, "See?" he hissed at her.

"She's joking," Santana said with a roll of her eyes looking at the vampire in front of her. "I told you she could hear us." Charlotte smiled showing her fangs slightly and Santana stared at them for a moment not quite sure if it was a threat. "Look cards on the table, I don't like the idea of three vampires settling down in Lima, but as Rachel pointed out starving you out is a terrible idea because at some point you will probably snap and kill us all. So I'm here to try and get along with you but your sister's a bitch and Sam compelled me and took some of my memories from me. So I'm here hoping you aren't your twin, and I've eaten vervain which is disgusting in hopes that you won't compel me."

"Or rip out your throat or snap your neck?" Charlotte repeated slowly and Santana nodded. Her eyes flicked to Santana and then to Puck. "I attacked you, and I'm far from stupid. Why are you really here? Because it isn't to be my friend."

"Because I heard some of the argument between you and your siblings, and I know you betrayed them. I know that you're very angry at them for keeping you in that box for a hundred years and I know that a part of you would probably like to get under Quinn's skin, being friends with the wolves will probably piss her off to some degree."

"You've decided to knock on my door to see if I want to piss off my sister?" Charlotte asked raising a brow and Santana and Puck nodded. "The answer is no." She wasn't going to play Quinn's game with the witches and the wolves and try and vie for power in Lima.

"She kept you in a box, locked away aren't you furious?" Santana pressed.

"Yes I am, which is why I'm leaving. My sister is soon going to be solely your problem. The moment I pass Samuel's little test to show that I've adapted to this century, I'm taking my brother and leaving," Charlotte replied with a shrug.

Santana thought fast though it was good news, they'd be down to only two vampires and Charlotte and Sebastian would become someone else's problem. "I get it you're pissed you missed a hundred years of history, the wars, the civil rights movement. You probably don't even know how to turn on the television. We'll help you pass your test—"

"We will?" Puck hissed at her.

Santana ignored him, "It's not just history you need to know how to use a phone how to buy clothes, how to drive a car, you want to be able to blend in and go about your life then we'll help you. I bet you don't even know how to use a computer."

Charlotte opened her mouth and then frowned she had no idea what Santana was talking about. She had walked around the house and only knew how to use a microwave because Sam had showed her how to feed herself. It was humiliating to drink from such a bag and she wanted to go hunt. The thrill of it but she did stick out like a sore thumb. "I'll learn—"

"Girls like shopping right? We could take you get you some new clothes—you're wearing Quinn's things it smells like her. It'll be a crash course. You aren't going to learn things sitting in this room reading about it. It'll be fun." Puck offered and Santana elbowed him in the ribs.

That hadn't been the plan, she wasn't going to walk around with a vampire what would the other wolves think but there was a spark at this. It looked positively normal, "We can be back in an hour or so? I'll pay for things. You want to learn about our world so you can fit in, and I can show you it so you can leave. It's a situation where we both win. Plus it'll piss off your sister."

"The two of you will be my escorts?" Charlotte questioned and she was met with twin nods. Charlotte thought about it. "I should at least leave a note and tell them that I've gone with—" She turned to them she didn't know their names and this really did seem like a trap but she was a millennia old vampire and she had killed werewolves before.

"Santana," Santana stated.

"Puck," Puck threw in introducing himself.

"I'll text Rachel and let her know that you're with us in case Quinn asks, you won't have to leave a note."

Charlotte was quiet for a moment, this could very well be a trap. They were eager to get her alone with them but they couldn't hurt her. "Charlotte."

Santana raised a brow at the name, "Charlie it is then."

"My name is Charlotte—" Charlotte began crinkling her nose at the name that Santana gave her.

"Welcome to the twenty-first century. You're going to get a nickname, mine is Satan. His is Puck, or Fuckerman depending on my mood. I'm not calling you Charlotte get used to it. You're Charlie until I can figure out something that gets under your skin. So it's either Charlie or Chuck, pick one."

"I can rip your head off," Charlotte said narrowing her eyes at Santana and standing just a bit taller, but Santana just gave her a look and Charlotte frowned a bit Santana seemed to be very sure of her position.

"I'm leaning towards Chuck—I mean Puck and Chuck, it practically writes itself," Santana said with a smirk on her face.

"If you're going to insist on calling me anything it will either be Charlotte or Charlie, I will not respond to Chuck," Charlotte snipped haughtily. She studied Santana for another long moment before looking at Puck and pointed to his hair cut. "Is that hairstyle—normal in today's society?" she asked Santana as she stepped out of the house closing the door behind her.

"The chick's dig the hawk," Puck said defensively.

"Baby chickens? What do they have to do with anything?" Charlotte asked confused.

Santana snorted as Puck's face fell, she would really need a bit of help catching up with society at this rate. "He means girls, chicks is another word for women."

"And women like being compared to baby chickens?" Charlotte asked a frown on her face making a note of this.

"No."

"Yes." Puck said at the same time as Santana said no.

There was a confused expression on her face and Santana decided to help her out a bit, "As long as you realize that Puck's an idiot and that my advice as a girl will be more useful to you, then you'll be fine," Charlotte nodded and Santana walked to the car and opened the door. Charlotte stared at the seat for a moment before sliding into the car.

Puck got into the backseat and leaned forward to talk to Charlotte seemingly okay with her now, he was quick to adjust and it was their job to bring her to their side and make her feel welcome. "So do we really smell like wet dogs to you? Quinn said we did."

Charlotte turned to him, "You smell like wet dog, she doesn't though," Charlotte studied Santana for a moment before settling back down. She had been bored in that house alone at least this way she could get out a bit and see the world.


"Calm down brother," Quinn said as she finished warming the blood up in the cup and headed down the stairs to the basement where Charlotte was already waiting for her.

Sam frowned this was a terrible idea, "Charlotte already went out without our permission Quinn, at least she has the sense not to murder half a mall and while the company that she keeps is suspect, I believe Santana's only doing it to piss you off."

Quinn flicked her eyes at her sister, it had annoyed her for a moment but she would be able to use that relationship as well. "The wolves are in league with a witch who seeks to do us harm brother and we need our magical expert awake and ready to stand with us. Besides you're the one who insisted on a family reunion and our dear sister had plans on waking Sebastian up anyway."

"Do you really wish to deal with Sebastian? He's been asleep longer than Charlotte has been," Sam prompted again.

"You were the one who stuck a dagger in his chest, you're the one who's going to have to deal with him," Charlotte pointed out.

Quinn rolled her eyes, "Relax dear brother it's a family reunion, we're at war and this is the perfect time for family. Open his mouth Charlotte," Quinn ordered, watching as her twin did so and Quinn tipped some blood into his mouth, before pulling out the dagger. It took a moment but the greyness on her brother's face slowly disappeared and he slowly woke as she put the mug to his lips letting him drink. It was better to bring a sleep vampire up slowly, but as the taste hit she saw her brother trying to spit it out. She really didn't understand how Sam could stomach it.

Sebastian's green eyes snapped open and he immediately smacked the cup away from Quinn's hands, spitting out the blood. "What the fuck is that shit?" Sebastian said spitting out some of the blood as he looked up to see his family surrounding him.

"That my dear brother is dinner, until we can find some alternative," Quinn informed him and Sebastian turned to her. "We decided to wake you, because it's been far too long since we were all awake together."

Sebastian looked at the cup where the blood was now dripping down the walls, the cracked porcelain on the ground and he turned to his sister. "Have we gone poor while I slept?"

Quinn rolled her eyes, "Of course not, we are in one of our old homes. Sam insisted that we return to our old roots and I have found that it is currently overrun with wolves and witches. I'm searching for one which in particular to make an example of her and I realize that if we're going to face a powerful witch then we will need you brother."

Sebastian stared at Quinn for a moment, "You kept me in a box for—"

"A hundred and ten years," Sam supplied and Sebastian turned to him a scowl on his face.

"Samuel, still got that stick up your arse I see," Sebastian said with a frown as he turned back to Quinn. "For a hundred fifty years and you want me to fight in your newest little war against someone who has slighted you. Tell me one good reason why I shouldn't simply leave you here in this place that smells like wet dog and commoner."

"I know where Blaine Anderson is," Quinn stated simply and all eyes turned to her and she smiled. Sebastian's eyes boring into hers.

Sebastian didn't say anything to that right away and he turned to his youngest sister and smiled at her, "Charlotte, I need to ask you two questions. Have you missed me and do I still look handsome?"

Charlotte smiled and wrapped her arms around her older brother hugging him tightly, "You know you can't compel me Bastian," she replied as he hugged her tightly before flicking his eyes to Quinn.

"Where is he?" Sebastian asked.

"I need your word that you will obey Sebastian, that both of you won't leave. I have given you what you wished for Charlotte, I have given you your brother back. I know where to find Blaine Anderson," Quinn studied her siblings faces, so long as Sebastian was entertained and if Sebastian stayed put so would Charlotte. She had won and now her siblings were awake.

"Seal it like we used to sister?" Sebastian asked popping his fangs out.

"Absolutely not," Sam said stepping in immediately as Quinn smiled at her older brother. "You two are not going to get blood drunk and massacre a bunch of people just for the fun of it."

All three of his younger siblings looked at him, "Even after all these years he's still trying to be the moral one," Charlotte said with a sigh.

"Could be worse he could prattle on like Frannie does," Quinn said after a moment.

"You let him put me away and you've let him lecture you for the past hundred and ten years?" Sebastian asked Quinn incredulously. "At least you had Charlotte to have fun with."

"She daggered me and put me in a box for a hundred years," Charlotte threw in and Sebastian turned to Quinn.

"Our sister betrayed Sam and I. She called our father."

"Charlotte," Sebastian said turning to his youngest sister, there was a look that crossed between amusement and disappointment. "Did you fall in love with a commoner again? You smell like wolves—tell me you aren't seeing a wolf now."

Sam groaned as he listened to Charlotte attempting to defend herself but he glanced over at Quinn she looked pleased that her siblings were back. Perhaps he should have pulled the dagger out of their chests years ago. This was his family, they were his strength and also his greatest weakness when they worked together there was very little that had ever stood in their way. But it had been a thousand years of bickering, of petty fights, of betrayals, of hurt feelings. Lima was probably their best chance at healing the rifts and the cracks that had developed in time.


AN: Please review, I like them a lot. I really do. Drama with Sebastian, Quinn and Charlie have at it again, Some faberry, Rachel/Finn as he pressures her to become a wolf, Shelby, other relationships as they come together.