Picking up where we left off.
I dunno how many of the other Glee characters I'll be able to squeeze in the story, but we shall see...
Enjoy!
Santana sat on top of the roof of her old high school and sighed. A very large part of her was saying Fuck, Rachel. She'd wanted her soul back since she'd been told that she was the Devil's daughter. Seven lost years. She could have her life back and all she had to do was corrupt her. Lie to her. Mislead her. Rachel was naïve, she'd be so easy. It could be so easy. Yet, there was another part of her that knew that it would be wrong. Selling Rachel out for herself would be completely wrong and even if the Devil did free her she'd still be lost. She'd also be relying on the Devil to actually keep his word and he wasn't exactly known for that. Was she willing to risk Rachel for a chance held on the forked tongue of Lucifer?
"What's up, Satan?" She groaned hearing the voice behind her. She should have known better than coming back to the school, everyone knew that high school was a portal for hell; a veritable beacon and breeding ground for all manner of demons and hellspawn.
"What do you want, Puck or wasn't I clear the last time we spoke?" She snarled not bothering to turn and look at the incubus.
"No you were pretty clear, your loss, just confirming a rumor floating around. Heard the man offer you a get out of jail free card in the form of a pretty hot chick. Heard he's offering it to anyone who brings that soul, cuz you don't seem too up to the job." She turned to find the boy smirking.
"Stay away from her," She growled the whites of her eyes turning red, "it's not like you want to be free anyways you love fuckin and fucking over women."
"Yeah, that's true. I wouldn't do it to get out, shit having the devil owe you one would be enough, besides who can resist tempting a virgin?" No sooner had he spoken the words than she appeared in front of him punching him the jaw and effectively knocking the incubus on his ass.
"Fuck!" He yelled holding his bleeding mouth. "What's the problem, Santana? You think you're special cuz you came from Satan's nutsack? Please you're not the only one...not by a longshot, so you're not special. Oh," His smirk returned and she felt her body tremble in rage, "you like the girl? Does the heartless daughter of Satan have a crush?"
He chuckled at her silence and she clenched her fists. "Oh, that is fuckin' rich."
"Listen here Puck," Venom laced her voice as she hoisted him above her like he weighed nothing, "I could give three shits about this girl or you, this is my chance, MINE, and mine alone. So, stay the fuck outta my way or I'll make you the very first eunuch incubus, got it?" She dropped him unceremoniously on his butt, stepped over him and sauntered into the building.
"Santana…" Brittany appeared beside her as she slammed the door to the rooftop closed. She glanced at the blonde, rolled her eyes and walked pass her.
"Santana wait," She fell into stride with the brunette, "I know what you're thinking and you don't want to do it okay, you don't have to…"
"Leave me alone, Brittany." She groaned feet stomping loudly across the linoleum.
"Please, Sanny, please….Rachel's our friend, she trusts us." The nephilim pleaded.
"I said leave me alone!" Santana roared pushing the taller girl away from her. She watched stunned as her former friend hit the opposite wall. She shook her head briskly, shoulders sagging, a frown etched on her tan face.
"Just leave me alone, please, Brittany." She ran both hands down her face, turned and ran from the deserted high school.
Santana found herself wandering around the downtown area. Her first feeling had been to go to her parents and talk to her mother, but she hadn't done so in years. She missed her Mom. She wished she had someone to talk to about things like she use to, but she mostly just ended up pushing all the shit in her life down. She sighed and clenched her fists, her nails cutting into the palms of her hand. Everything was so fucked up! She knew that threatening Puck wouldn't stop him, not forever. She also knew that Satan would keep sending demons after Rachel, wasn't it better if her soul went to saving Santana then some random really evil person? She was an innocent bystander, she hadn't asked to be Satan's daughter, and it wasn't fucking fair! She growled and punched the side of the building next to her.
"San?" She looked up the abandoned street to find Rachel jogging towards her.
"Leave me alone, Rachel." She groaned avoiding the younger woman's gaze.
"Are you okay?" The smaller brunette frowned and touched her fist gently.
"I said leave me alone."
"No!" The tiny orphan determinedly stamped her foot. "You're my friend, Santana and I'm not going to abandon you while you're obviously upset."
She sneered at the other brunette who responded by crossing her arms and huffing.
"Why do you have to be such a brat?"
"Why do you have to act like you're so damn tough?"
"It's not an act, okay? I don't need any fucking help; get that through your head." She shoved both hands in her pocket and pushed pass the smaller woman.
She heard the tapping of the other girl's footsteps behind her and then as she fell into silent rhythm with her own steps.
They walked a few blocks in silence. She could feel the other brunette's eyes on her, but she didn't know what to say. She was actually glad that the other woman was quiet. If it had been Brittany she would have tried to calm her. She didn't want to be calm. The situation was fucked and it was okay that she was angry about it; she was glad that Rachel allowed her the space to be angry.
"Did you ever have to make a hard decision, Rachel but both options were more or less just fucked up?" She whispered watching her own feet.
She watched out the corner of her eye as Rachel shook her head. "I don't really get big decisions coming my way. I mean I'm an orphan, I'm more or less penniless, things don't happen because I make them happen, but rather they happen to me because of someone else's decisions. I'm always someone's fallout." The other woman gave her a lopsided smile that she couldn't return because even though her words were said in jest they filled the Latina with guilt. She felt her frown deepen and they fell into silence again.
"Hey San?" Rachel bowed her head and looped their arms together.
"Yeah?" She mumbled.
"I don't know what's going on…and that's okay, but I'm sure you'll make the right decision, I have faith in you."
So? Puck's not a nice guy here...kind of a break from my other fics where he's awesome...here he's a dick. And he's not growing a heart of gold later. *shrug*
Who else would you all like to see? I usually wouldn't ask; I have a few ideas, no promises though...
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