This chapter is a major twist in my plot :) it also helps me introduce the rest of the Gleeks left behind, and SUE!:D Sue-isms always make me laugh 'You think that's hard? Try breaking out of a Soviet POW camp, with a paper clip and a spoon, while trying to get away from Communist scum and rabid dogs! THAT'S HARD!' hahaha, now imagine Sue in the same room with some Supernatural folk:) thanks to yenyankee for the idea to bring in Sue! I think Alexander will enjoy her company *wink, wink* cause everyone deserves to fall in love and the fact I thought the scene where she falls for that news anchor dude was sad:/…but I'm not too sure Rach will be happy at the fact that she has to call Sue grandma…nor Sue for that matter. Hahaha okay, okay, moving on!

Disclaimer: Don't own Glee or Underworld. All I own is Vicky and Dan. One's fierce, one's blond, they're both fine! Oh let's not forget the adorable Sophia!


Rachel flew on, pushing the telepathic cry for help to the back of her mind. There was work to be done; nothing could be attempted at the moment. She wished the person who needed her help badly wasn't in any immediate danger.

The rest of her family reached the docks at Crookhaven. She flew down and tucked in her wings, walking with the group, ears listening for any disturbances.

They heard nothing, which rang alarm bells in everyones mind. It was way too quiet to be normal. Usually there were dogs, babies, and small creatures creating noise. Now it was dead silent.

The group exchanged glances before Rachel spoke up, "I'll check the city from the skies. I'll see if I can spot anything or any first-gen Lycans."

"Be wary, Catherine. Don't get caught within their grasps. If they get a good grip it could mean the end of you. Make sure your wings get tucked away, they could rip them off." Markus said.

Rachel winced at his last comment, but nodded anyway. "Stay safe, okay?" She looked them all in the eye, begging them to keep out of trouble.

"We promise, now go Catherine." Victoria spoke softly.

Rachel inclined her head before taking a running start and leaping into the sky.

The others started to comb the town for survivors while Rachel kept an eye out.

Rachel flew for about ten minutes before coming across the scent of ash. Quickly locating the direction of the scent, she made adjustments to her course and descended on a burnt out church. She landed in the front steps, quickly striding up past rubble and debris, kicking charred wood out of the way.

That's when she heard it.

Dozens of heartbeats could be heard below her feet. It seemed that the humans had taken residence underground. She sent out a telepathic call to the others before beginning to dig for a trapdoor of some kind.

She was busy pushing stone and rock away, when something leapt from the burnt remains of the rafters and landed a few feet away from Rachel.

She snapped her head up, seeing the Lycan growling viciously. Rachel saw its feral look and realized her Grandfather was correct in his observations of these Lycans.

They were deadly, they were remorseless, and they wanted blood.

Rachel detached two glaives from her belt before flinging them at the Lycan and sliding out her gauntlet swords.

The Lycan managed to dodge the first but the second burrowed into its eye, causing it to howl in pain.

She vaguely heard the numerous heartbeats below her thunder at the sound of the wolfs pained cry.

She ran up a slightly off kilter statue of an angel and leapt off the top, dropping from the sky as the Lycan managed to remove the glaive and whip its head around to search for the airborne Werepyre.

She performed a midair twist to position herself behind the confused beast, and dropped down with her gauntlet blade extended, slicing the rabid creature in two.

Jumping back, she watched as one part slid to the floor, then the other.

She gave the corpse a disgusted look before retracting her blades and retrieving her glaives, wrinkling her nose at the brain matter located on the one she put into the Lycans head.

She flew to the top of a teetering balcony to see if she could see any traces of a secret door before finally deciding to mentally search for the damn thing.

Rachel pushed her consciousness out, searching for the pastor's mental echo. She finally heard some bible verses, and decided it was worth a shot.

She grasped onto the brain wave and quickly found that it was indeed the pastor. Apparently the man had a secret doorway behind his confession booth.

Rachel jumped off the balcony, accidentally collapsing it in the process. Looking back at the destruction wide-eyed, she mumbled a quick, "oops," before flashing to the booth.

She pushed the door open, while mentally giving directions to her family who were close to the church, and searched around for the button to retract the far wall to the secret antechamber below.

The Werepyre finally found the button beneath a bible (how original!) before slipping down the stairs that had appeared behind the newly opened wall.

Rachel snatched one of the cliché-like torches that lined the walls, and hurried on.

She reached a doorway that seemed to be bolted from the inside. Rachel reached up and knocked three times. The heartbeats on the other side seemed to stutter. She grinned before calling out, "Hello? I'm here to help! Open up please!"

There were whisperings of whether to open the door or not before a child's voice said that if it were a monster, it would already be tearing at the door, not speaking to them.

The townspeople seemed to find the logic in the kid's voice before Rachel heard a body slowly lifting the bar and throwing open the door.

The humans being shocked would be an understatement. They had no idea a young girl managed to survive the 'monsters' and also offer help to them.

One villager was especially vocal,

"You are here to help us?" he scoffed incredulously.

Rachel leveled him it a scathing stare before nodding. She walked into the room, observing the amount of villagers within the secret room. She had a count of about 50 to 75 people, children mostly and women. There were only about 20 to 30 men in the room.

Rachel frowned, "What happened here?"

A pretty little redheaded girl who looked about four or five walked forward and spoke, "The monsters came when it was dark and attacked the village, they took my mommy and daddy but my neighbor took me and ran away from the bad monsters and brought me here."

Rachel realized this was the girl who spoke earlier, but she was saddened that this girl was now an orphan. She kneeled before the little girl and hugged her,

"What's your name, pretty girl?" She spoke softly, trying to hold back her tears at this little girl's loss. She reminded Rachel of Quinn, and her heart ached.

"Sophia Darkwood," she said quietly, suddenly shy.

They all heard footsteps descending the stairs from the still open door. The beefy man who opened the door earlier moved to shut it but Rachel spoke up,

"Don't. They are friends."

"How do you know?" the pastor questioned abruptly, he seemed peeved about something.

Rachel gave him a sly smile before standing, taking the little girls hand, and walking toward the open door. The beefy man moved to stop her, but she pushed him away, shocking the townspeople that a girl of her size practically knocked the nearly 300 pound man to the floor.

She stopped at the entrance, looking anxious.

Then Markus, Victoria, Selene, and Dante with the Cleaners walked downstairs, quietly observing the frightened looking townspeople, and the Werepyre holding a little girls hand. They raised their eyebrows at this but Rachel shook her head, and silently transferring the latest events into her family's brains.

Her father scowled when he saw the fight but Selene elbowed him and descended into the room.

"Greetings, I am Selene. We are here to aid you, and dispel these 'beasts' from your town."

"And how are you supposed to do that, madam?" the pastor didn't trust these newcomers.

She glanced at Rachel who nodded.

"With brute strength and the knowledge of their weak points."

The burly man scoffed, "Oh really? What's this brute strength? You? These things tossed lorries without a second thought, and took bullets to the chest without faltering! They're unstoppable!"

"Now that you mention it, yes, my friends and I are going to eradicate these pests before continuing on our merry way. We only detoured here because we heard these 'beasts' were on a rampage."

"But-"

"No! Enough! We will terminate the threat and you can go back to your lives." Rachel spoke sternly.

Most of the people seemed cowed by Rachel's tone but the burly man seemed to fly into a rage.

"You can't! I won't allow you to threaten these people!" He withdrew a dagger and charged at Rachel. The other townspeople moved to stop him but they were too late, he plunged the dagger into Rachel's chest, while Sophia let out a terrified scream. This seemed to snap Rachel out of her amused detachment.

She grasped the man's hand that was still on the dagger and squeezed tightly causing the man to cry out in pain and release his grip on the dagger.

The townspeople looked on in horror, Sophia stood with tears streaming down her face, her tiny hands clasped tightly on Rachel's leather belt.

Rachel reached up with her free hand, pulling the dagger out swiftly and pressing the blade into the burly man's hands before saying,

"Save the dagger for someone who can actually die from it."

She scooped a distraught Sophia into her arms before soothing the little girl, placing kisses to her temple and forehead.

The burly man stumbled back shouting, "Demon! Stay away! You are like those creatures!"

Rachel gave him an annoyed look, "I we were as bad as them, you would be dead already. We are here to protect you. "

"Lies!"

She scowled before turning to her family, "I'm going to take her back to the ship, do you think you can handle the clean up here?"

Markus turned to Victoria, who nodded.

Rachel grinned before turning her head to look at Sophia, "Hey, pretty girl. Do you want to stay here or come with me?"

Rachel wanted to take this girl who had no one. Sophia opened her mouth to answer before she was cut off,

"No! I won't allow it!" the pastor spoke up.

"Look, it's her choice. And it seems she has no family. I can easily protect her!" Rachel got on the defensive. She hated it when someone questioned her compassionate nature.

The burly man came back but he froze when Rachel let out a ferocious growl.

"Those thing out there are not something you want to mess with. Neither are we. We are here to help you!"

A boy of about 13 strode forward with a determined look on his face, "I believe you."

Shock traveled through the assembled human population, before slowly, people seemed to come to terms with the fact that they were there to help.

Finally only the pastor and the burly man were left.

The pastor looked conflicted while the burly man was trembling with anger.

A man spoke up from behind the burly man, "Mayor Thomas, please. They seem like they are here to actually help, and they haven't attacked us at all, even though you stabbed that girl, she only pushed you away. She didn't retaliate."

The man, Mayor Thomas, pushed the man away before turning and marching through the crowd.

Rachel sagged before setting Sophia on the floor. She gave the girl a wink before grasping her hand again.

The Werepyre turned to the villagers, "I will post a few people here to protect you while we go out and kill the other beasts roaming, though it would help if you all would tell us where these beasts seemed to come from originally. I mean like the main point from which they entered the town."

The pastor seemed to think before replying, "We brought a few maps of the city down here to see if some of these old tunnels lead to food supplies, we can show you from there,"

Rachel brightened, "That would be perfect, Father…?"

"My name is Riordan, Roman Riordan, Miss…?"

"Catherine." She spoke abruptly, frowning, "Just Catherine, Father Riordan."

He nodded. He turned to ask another human to fetch the maps when a commotion alerted them.

As one the group turned as Thomas ran up with bottle of Vodka and a lit towel stuck in the top.

"Matthew! NO!" the pastor cried but it was too late. Thomas threw the Molotov cocktail at Rachel, completely disregarding the fact that she was holding Sophia's hand.

Rachel immediately reacted. She swept Sophia into her arms at an inhuman speed, and let her wings form, wrapping them in a cocoon. The cocktail hit her wings and a lot of things happened at once.

The smell of burning feathers filled the room and twin screams of pain could be heard. One from Rachel as she felt her feathers melt with the fire completely start to engulf her wings in a fiery blaze, and another from the Mayor as dozens of townsfolk descended on him and quickly dispatched him with a few well-placed punches and kicks, leaving the man with numerous broken bones.

Everyone then registered more screams and turned in horror at Rachel who was on her knees, she opened her wings, with much pain as everyone saw in her face, her wings looking something out of the bible as they were completely ablaze, her back starting to blister from the heat. She pushed a terrified Sophia out of her arms before concentrating on something.

Suddenly the blaze and her wings seemed to dissolve, and she was left bent with her tunic top burnt away, her back blackened and blistered.

Victoria rushed forward and pulled Rachel closer, ripping open her wrist and bringing it to the diva's mouth. Rachel quickly latched on and drank swiftly, her pain making her desperate.

The wounds faded away quickly before, she licked at her mother's ripped skin, allowing the blood flow to congeal and taper off.

She stood shakily on her feet, slightly staggering as the world spun.

Rachel seemed to make herself stand straight and observe the room.

The townspeople were completely flabbergasted by what they just witnessed. Her family and the Cleaners seemed worried by what occurred, and Sophia had her face buried into Selene's shoulder, seemingly not wanting to witness another murder.

Rachel walked gingerly to Selene's side, her back feeling like a really bad sunburn.

She held her arms out for Sophia, which Selene had difficulty detaching the distraught girl from her side.

"Sophie, c'mon. I'm okay, don't worry. Come here and give me a hug."

Sophia's head snapped up at a slightly recovered Rachel, her green eyes meeting Rachel's blue-grey ones.

She practically leapt out of Selene's arms into Rachel's, who laughed at her exuberance.

Sophia promptly burst into tears, and Rachel soothingly rubbed her back, trying to calm her down without success. Finally after about ten minutes, the girl cried herself out and fell into a deep sleep.

Rachel smiled, before turning back to a concerned and still slightly shocked pastor, "I'd like to see those maps now,"

He nodded absently, waving for a man to get it before turning back to Rachel and asking the million dollar question, "What are you?"

"Werepyre," she answered simply, before marching off to a nearby bunk where she laid Sophia down, pulling the blankets tight around her body.

Riordan stood shell shocked stuttering, "Th-that can't be true!"

"Doesn't your bible, speak of witches and beasts of the night?"

Riordan opened and closed his mouth a few times before placing a hand to his forehead, looking faint, "I am getting to old for this,"

Rachel let out a laugh before replying, "You're not the only one Mr. Riordan."

"Please child, call me Roman."

Rachel nodded before turning back to Sophia, leaving the townsfolk to speak of the new revelation with varying emotion.

Her family walked to her, watching as she brushed Sophia's bangs from her forehead tenderly.

Victoria smiled softly before clearing her throat.

Rachel turned and looked at her mother questioningly.

"Catherine, sweetheart. Are you really taking her with us?" she asked with some trepidation.

Rachel nodded, "Sophie's an orphan. I…feel as though it's my fault that she is. And…she kinda sorta reminds me of Quinn."

Victoria looked amused before nodding, "So does this mean Sophia is our new granddaughter?"

Rachel sputtered, before blushing furiously, "Err…I don't know, I'd have to talk to Quinn, and Sophia. I'm not even sure that I'm ready to be a mother but Sophie is just so adorable, and she bring out my mothering instincts and I really, really want to take care of her-"

"Cat! Calm down, baby girl, before you give yourself an aneurism."

Rachel took a steadying breath before looking sheepishly at her parents, "Sorry," she said meekly.

"Look, I'm not sure if Quinn is ready to have another kid…I mean after Beth she was so distraught…"

"Another? Beth?" they both chorused.

Rachel blanched before saying, "Well there's something you should know about Quinn…"

She paused.

"You know what? Let me talk it over with her before explaining to you. I don't want to say anything that will upset her." Rachel frowned.

Markus and Victoria nodded understandingly.

Roman walked up to them with an armful of maps, and dumped them in Rachel lap, "Well this is all of them, and I have taken the liberty to circle the main area they seemed to come out of in red."

Rachel opened the first one and saw the town laid out in a topographic map. She immediately saw that the Lycans came from the mountains, most likely a cave.

She frowned before looking at Roman, "Thank you, we will make a battle strategy before going out and taking care of the problem."

He nodded curtly before walking back to the other townspeople and explaining the situation.

Rachel stood and walked to a nearby table, gesturing for her family and the Cleaners to gather around.

When they were situated, she launched into an hour long strategy session that involved using the town as a way to lead the wolves toward a river that ran along the town. They were going to trap the Lycans and mow them down with silver nitrate bullets.

They agreed to the plan before making their way to the stairs, deciding on leaving Dante and a handful of Cleaners to protect the townsfolk. Rachel moved to Roman, informing him of their departure before walking to where Sophia was sleeping. The brunette leaned down and placed a soft kiss to her forehead, then whirling around and striding out after the group of impromptu wolf hunters.

They reached the confession booth, and exited the secret passage, securing it behind them. They all went off in different directions, going in search of the rabid Lycans.

Rachel stood for a moment before trying to see if her wings were fine. When they appeared, she was on her knees again. She looked back in agony, not seeing the fluffy black feathers, but bone. She bit her lip to keep from screaming aloud. Suddenly, her back seemed to prickle and burn, not white hot but very close.

She looked back to see her wings starting to reform. She sat in pain for a few minutes while the process finished itself. She rose to her feet, stretching her new wings cautiously, not feeling any kind of agony she experienced minutes before.

With a shrug, she launched into the air, ready to battle. She flew towards the docks, her job was to travel up the main street and draw out the Lycans that had taken up residence there.

She strode up the main road, mentally scanning each building she passed. She heard a crash up ahead and saw that five Lycans were charging down the road at her.

Smirking, she ran up the side of a building and ghosted horizontally past the Lycans and toward the river at the end of the street. The Lycans, angry that they were losing a meal, followed after her with the intent on ripping Rachel apart.

She skipped merrily down the buildings, hopping over signs and alleys, the Lycans yapping at her heels. The others were already pushing dozens of Lycans back to the water, but paused when they saw the odd way Rachel was rounding up the beasts.

She leapt off the side of the last building drawing the first-gens to the riverbank, before she shot backwards in a somersault then landed perfectly drawing out two silver automatic pistols, then unloading the entire thirty round clips into most of the wolves.

The others followed suit and mowed down the dogs, watching as they all thrashed in agony on the ground. Victoria had a regretful look on her face, but she understood. Her inner wolf was in morning for their lost comrades.

Rachel caught her mother's eye and they shared a moment of loss, but they quickly pushed away these feelings. There were hundreds dead because of them, and they couldn't feel sorry for them.

Rachel turned away from the dying Lycans while the Cleaners burned the bodies, and walked back toward the church.

Her family followed closely, and as she descended, she made out the slow heartbeats of most of the humans. Glancing down at her watch, she sees its close to 3am, so most of them are probably asleep.

Knocking hard on the thick wooden door, she waited for Dante to push the plank away. The door swung open revealing a worried, but wide awake Sophia and an exhausted looking Dante.

Smiling humorously, she scooped up a happy Sophia before walking over to a bleary eyed Roman.

"Thank you, child, for helping us destroy this menace."

"It was our pleasure, Roman. But I must ask that you keep this a secret. We thrive on being in the shadows. Soon, maybe, sometime in the future, we may venture forth, but until then I'm glad to know that we have a town on our side. Thank the others for me. Goodbye Roman Riordan."

Roman smiled, "Goodbye, Catherine"

She nodded before walking out the door with Sophia and Dante trailing her. They reached the surface, and she gave a curt nod to Dante before unleashing her wings and launching into the sky, wanting to head home to Quinn.


Quinn was distraught. She locked herself in her room that she shared with Rachel. She spent the last few hours crying because Rachel hasn't returned.

Alexander also seemed to worry, it shouldn't have taken that long but, it seemed that something had gone wrong.

They wouldn't stay out all night.

Knocking interrupted her thoughts, "Q? Its Brittany. Can I come in?"

Quinn thought for a second before deciding to let Britt in. She couldn't have Santana all pissy at her because she made Brittany sad.

She unlocked the door and stood aside to let the taller blonde enter.

Brittany wandered in and sat on the bed, staring intently at Quinn. She on the other hand, has never seen this look on Brittany's face.

"Britt?" Quinn questioned.

"She's coming back, Q"

Quinn blinked.

Then burst into tears.

Brittany stood and wrapped her arms around Quinn, pulling her to the bed.

"I don't want her to die, B! I can't…I can't do it alone. Now that I have her, I can't let her go. She's what I need, my rock, and my heart. If she's gone…I have nothing left."

"That's not true, Q. Never! If she left us, she would want you to live, for her! Not to be sad, but to live her life for her and be happy."

Quinn turned to look at Brittany, who also had tears pouring down her face.

Suddenly, they both heard the beats of wings.

Rachel.

Quinn and Brittany leapt up and raced to Alexander's study, yelling for Sam to bring Puck and Santana.

They arrived at the same time and burst through the doors, just as Rachel landed, with a redheaded girl in her arms.

They stood shocked, until Quinn noticed the singed and blackened state of Rachel's tunic, and the sunburnt look it held.

"Rach! What the hell happened?" Quinn yelled angrily as she rushed to Rachel's side, examining the burned tunic and her back.

"Oh! Hey Quinn, I…um…caught fire."

"WHAT!" the Gleeks yelled.

"Well there was this jerk of a mayor and he stabbed me….you know what let me just..." she trailed off and pushed her memories into her friends minds.

The all recoiled and looked oh horrified at the series of events, especially the scene where she burned and grew back her wings.

"Rach…" Quinn looked pale. Tears leaked from her eyes, and tried to wrap her arms around Rachel only to be stopped by the little girl she forgot about.

Quinn looked wide-eyed at Rachel and bent down to the frightened four year old.

"Hello Sophia, my name is Quinn. I'm Rachel's mate."

"M-Mate?"

"It's like…I'm her girlfriend?" She looked at Rachel questioningly.

"She's my wife, Sophie." Rachel smiled at Quinn lovingly.

Quinn opened and closed her mouth…then charged at Rachel tugging her face down and pressing her lips to hers passionately.

"I don't see a ring on my finger, Rachel Catherine Corvinus!" she muttered into her mouth.

Rachel laughed, "We may not be married in the eyes of the law, but to those who matter we are. Life mates sweetheart. That means forever."

Quinn gave Rachel a watery smile before looking back down at Sophia, "So does that clear things up for you?"

"Yes," Sophia smiled.

"Well this has been fun, so why don't we get to bed?" Rachel asked.

Everyone nodded sleepily; they were up all night waiting for their return after all.

Rachel took Quinn's hand, leading her to their room.


"You don't have a problem with me taking in Sophie right?"

Quinn frowned, "Not at all…I mean I thought I couldn't, you know, with Beth and all, but I've seen what you feel about Sophie and I think I'll try to help raise her…and maybe build a relationship with Beth because of it."

Quinn looked down.

"Who's Beth" Sophia spoke up.

The two mates blinked down at Sophia, whom they thought was asleep already.

"My daughter" Quinn said softly.

"Why isn't she here?"

"Because I had to give her away…"

"Oh."

Quinn smiled sadly.

They entered the bedroom, walking to the bed. Rachel placed Sophie on the big bed before retreating into the bathroom for a well-deserved shower.

Sophie looked at Quinn and asked, "Do-Do you want to be my momma or sister? I know you already have a kid, but don't have one anymore. I know Rachel will be my momma if I need her to be, but I want to you to be mine too because your with Rachel." She frowned.

"You're a very precocious girl aren't you," Quinn sighed, "Yes, Sophie. I want to be your mother or whatever you want me to be, but…you're going to have to help me out. I'm only 17…"

"Don't worry Quinn. I'll help. You can be my big sister for now. Just like Rachel."

"Seems like you two are getting along." Rachel called from the doorway to the bathroom.

She was dressed in her usual nightwear of a tank and shorts.

Quinn looked lustily at her mate but cooled libido once she remembered Sophia was in the room.

Sophie nodded before diving under the sheets. She peeked her eyes out over the blankets, they sparked mischievously.

"Momma told me I was a pillow hog." Once that sentence came out of her mouth her eyes dimmed.

Rachel and Quinn exchanged glances before moving to either side of Sophia, gathering her into a hug.

They both made promises to themselves to make sure nothing happened to their new ward. She suffered enough at the hands of the first-gens but they would be there for her, so she's never alone.

They snuggled together under the blankets, Rachel's arm thrown over Sophia and rested on Quinn's stomach.

They laid in silence until Rachel sang a soft Irish lullaby for them,

Rest tired eyes a while
Sweet is thy baby's smile
Angels are guarding and they watch o'er thee

Sleep, sleep,grah mo chree *
Here on you mamma's knee
Angels are guarding
And they watch o'er thee

The birdeens sing a fluting song
They sing to thee the whole day long
Wee fairies dance o'er hill and dale
For very love of thee

Dream, Dream,grah mo chree
Here on your Mamma's knee
Angels are guarding and they watch o'er thee
As you sleep may Angels watch over
And may they guard o'er thee.

The primrose in the sheltered nook
The crystal stream the babbling brook
All these things God's hands have made
For very love of thee

Twilight and shadows fall
Peace to His children all
Angels are guarding and they watch o'er thee
As you sleep
May Angels watch over and May the guard o'er thee

They fell asleep to Rachel's beautiful voice echoing through the room.

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*Grah mo chree means 'sweetheart' in Gaelic. Got the little lullaby from a website, just google Irish lullabies.

Okay! Hope you like the action, fluff, and the adoption of little Sophie:) the cutie. I thought this would bring the two closer, and bring some added plot later on. Besides, think of Sophie as the cute four year old who talks without a filter (remind you of anyone?) but calls it how's it is. If someone is in the wrong shell be quick to point that out. And I'd be shed love Santana and Brit! I didn't get into William in this chapter but I thought I'd end this chappy with a family moment.

Well I think I put too much fluff in this thing, more action or more fluffy family moments? You pick! Smut or banter? C'mon:) you guys decide where this goes. I can bend my plot to fit it easy peasy.

So on that note-REVIEW!