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Oh, and I'm not at all a history person so I'm probably going to get a few things wrong when I write flashbacks. Please, ignore it and just go with it. I'm going to try to fit a flashback into every chapter. Anyway, enjoy!

'Cause you've been hurt before,
I can see it in your eyes,
You try to smile away,
Some things you can't disguise

- Give Your Heart A Break by Demi Lovato

Quinn's POV:

I need to tell Gale to never let me drive for thirteen hours straight. I only stopped once at a convenience store a hundred miles back for a doughnut and a soda and a toilet break.

I would never drive for an entire day for a five minute process for anyone but I kind of owe it to Santana. I mean, I did bring her into this afterlife and then I broke her neck. The least I can do is help her by dragging my ass to New Orleans to get her a daylight ring even if she can't really use it, being 'dead' and all.

After a really long drive, I find myself in New Orleans at midnight. I doubt that Yasmin is even awake at this hour but I did not last a killer trip just so I can check into a motel and take a much needed rest (though I would much rather prefer it).

Instead, I search the streets for Nicole's shop, using the streetlights though I don't really need it. I don't remember much of New Orleans but I know the shop is around somewhere in this area. I remember the architecture of some of the buildings. If my memory is correct, the shop should be right around... here!

Around the corner is a small shop. It blended in well with the neighbours but the shop itself is burned into my mind. I spent about ten years in this place, working for Nicole to prove to her that I deserve a daylight ring. Her idea, not mine. I don't work ten years for something I don't really want. I was hoping that would be enough evidence for Nicole but she had other ideas.

Everything about the shop's appearance screams 'Witch'. From the architecture to the small glass balls on display behind a glass window (maybe it was to attract people's attention?). A small, wooden board hangs from two pieces of rope above the entrance. Drake's Store of Witchcraft, it read.

As I expected, the door was locked. I pull a pin out of my hair and stick it into the key hole. I turn it and jiggle it for a few seconds before I hear it unlock. I smirk to myself. Nothing like the old hair pin trick to break into a store of witchery.

I walk in. Unless anyone likes walking around at midnight, I don't think anyone saw me so I don't worry about it.

Obviously, it's dark in here but I manage to observe the inside. It looks exactly the way I remember it. In front of me is a counter, displaying witch-related key chains. Next to that are two flights of stairs. One goes up and the other leads down but neither are for the tourists. The shop is filled with cheesy witch costumes, plastic wands, and 'guides to becoming a witch'. This is the room for the humans and little kids.

Upstairs is where Nicole lived with Yasmin. As far as I know, no other Drakes live in this building. I hope Yasmin is still here. If not, I would have broken in for nothing.

Downstairs is where all of the real witch things are. Old spell books and herbs and a lot of other witch stuff that I don't really care for. I only care if there's a ring down there.

"Who the hell are you?!" A women wearing a white tank top and black sweatpants, holding a knife, yells from the stairs that led up. At first sight, I thought she was Nicole. She had the same tan skin and curly brown hair. But then I notice that her hair is lighter than Nicole's and her eyes were hazel instead of brown. I also notice the height and age difference. Yasmin looks about a couple inches shorter compared to how tall Nicole was when I last saw her. She looks to be in her 20's. I decide to ask to make sure I'm not making assumptions.

"Do you know Nicole Drake?" The girl looks like she just got hit in the face with a hammer.

"How do you know my mother?" She asks and tightens her grip on the knife.

"You're her daughter, Yasmin, right?"

"Tell me who the hell you are before I call the cops." She threatens and ignores the question but I know the answer. We have a winner.

"My name is Lucy Q. Fabray. Your mom made me this." I show off the ring on my finger. It's dark but I'm sure she can see it. "I'm a vampire."

Yasmin narrows her eyes at me. "Why would my mom help a vampire?"

"I wanted a daylight ring so I worked for your mom until she completed her end of the bargain." I say truthfully.

She hesitates as if she was unsure if she should attack me or kick me out. Finally, she let's down her knife and walks behind the counter and grabs a water. "You're wasting your time. My mom's dead."

I know she was masking her pain when she says Nicole's dead. It reminds me of the time when my own mother died... along with the rest of my family. Even 400 years later and they're still a sensitive subject. In a way, I can relate to Yasmin.

I decide to try my best to keep Nicole out of the conversation from now on. "I'm kind of here for you." I announce.

Yasmin raises her eyebrows like my presence being here for her was so out of the possibilities. "You're here for me?"

"Yes. I need to borrow you and your witch powers." I say.

Yasmin almost laughs. "You're barking up the wrong tree. I don't do magic anymore."

I never thought I would meet a witch that doesn't do magic. Magic is their power, why refuse it? "Why?"

"Because magic is dangerous and it took away the only thing I cared about. " She turns defensive. It hadn't occurred to me before but maybe Nicole was dead because of something that had to do with magic. A part of me wants to leave her alone while I go search for another witch. But the other part of me wants to help her.

"We've met before." I tell her. She stares at me, confused. "You were four years old." I confess. "Your mom tried to hide you from me because she thought that I was going to hurt you."

"Where are you going with this?" She rolls her eyes, irritated.

"I never hurt you or your mom. I worked for her for ten years and she kept you away from me even after she learned to trust me." Every time I was in the same room with Nicole, it would be when Yasmin was at school.

"She loved you." I could see it in Nicole's eyes whenever she talked about her daughter. It was like Yasmin was her world. I know she would never let anything harm her. The memory makes me think of my mom. I knew she loved me just as much as Nicole does to Yasmin.

"Reminding me of how much my mom loves me isn't going to bring her back." She says angrily. "I don't do anything for vampires. So, please, get out of my home."

She tries to escort me to the door but I stop her. "I just need you to make a daylight ring."

"You already have one." Yasmin points out.

"It's not for me." I say. "It's for my friend back in Lima."

She stares at me like I grew a second head. "You want me to go to Lima with you just so I can help your friend."

"It's kind of hard to find a witch that will help a vampire. Your mom helped me so could you please help my friend." I beg.

"I don't do favours for people, especially vampires." She says. I've heard a lot of other witches say the exact same thing to me. This time I'm not taking 'no' for an answer.

"Look," I start. "I kind or fucked up by turning my friend into a vampire and then snapping her neck when she tried to ruin her life by wanting to drown her throat with blood which is, actually, also my fault because I'm the one that gave her the blood bag that finished her transition so I kinda feel the need to get even with her."

"What a friend you are." Yasmin mutters under her breath.

The words stung because they were true. I am a terrible friend. Not only to Santana but to everyone, even Gale and he's been with me ever since we were twelve years old. I don't deserve Santana's friendship. I don't deserve to move on and find love again. It's like I'm destined to be a lonely for the rest of my life.

I mask up my hurt. "Point is, I need your help."

"I barely know you. And you broke into my home." She accused.

"Desperate needs call for desperate measures." I shrug.

"I'm still not going to help you."

Why are witches so stubborn? I mentally whine in my head. I feel like this is going to take a hell lot more than a few hours.

"Look, I get that you hate me-"

"-Understatement" Yasmin interrupts.

"-But can't you please do this one favour for me and then I'm out of your life." Your very sad, lonely, boring life I think but I push it out of my head. Sad, lonely and boring are the three words that sum up my entire life. Maybe Yasmin and I aren't so different.

Surprisingly, she thinks about it. After a few minutes she says, "If I do this one little thing for you, you would leave me alone forever?" Though she meant to make the idea sound like a dream come true for her, I knew she was faking it. I know she doesn't want to be alone. She wants someone there for her since Nicole is gone. She doesn't have her mother with her and even though she's like 30 or 40 years old (disguised as a 20 year old), she still wants her mom to be there for her.

Again, I think about my own mom. I never really appreciated her even though she was always the one to look after me and my sisters. I spent so much time with her and not a lot of time with my dad because he had to go hunting for food to feed the entire village we lived in, he was rarely ever home for more than a couple hours. I missed my dad so much that I started resenting my mom from time to time. She died probably thinking that I blamed her for my father never being around.

I could have done a lot better as a daughter.

"Yes." I say, returning to the present.

Sadness flickers through her hazel eyes. I literally just met her (if you don't count the time when she was 4), and yet I don't want to leave her to drown in her own tears. But I need to help Santana.

The sad look in Yasmin's eyes fade just as fast as it appeared. "Fine."

Wait, what? Really? "Are you serious?"

"Don't make me change my mind." She says with an eye roll. "Assuming you already know about the room downstairs, I'll look around and see if I can find you a ring. What is your friend's name?"

"Santana." She nods and goes downstairs. She never said I could, but I follow her. She doesn't stop me so I take that as a good sign.

The room was a mess. It had cobwebs here and there like it hasn't been used in years and with what Yasmin told me about not doing magic, I can see why. Glass jars containing herbs were littered across the floor. When Yasmin turned the light on, half of them would flicker, turning on and off. It was really annoying.

"Nice place." I comment. "Not exactly what I remember."

"Yeah well, I haven't had a reason to be in here until you broke in." She says with an accusing tone towards the end. I roll my eyes, I'll probably be listening to this until we're in Lima.

"Would you just look for a ring?" I change the subject to the main matter.

Most of the witches that I've met like to make their own jewellery. That's why Nicole had about a dozen of them when I came around. She didn't have a 'Q' so I had to go with my real name, Lucy, a name I immediately hated when my family died.

Some witches like to put an initial in the middle of a stone attached to the ring which I don't understand. The rings with letter's are normally used for vampire's (if they're lucky enough), so why would a witch make a ring like that if it wasn't for a vampire? Perhaps to rub it in our faces that we're never going to get our hands on one but I'm never sure with witches. They're confusing and, strangely, I would like to keep it that way.

Yasmin looks into a few boxes in the far corner. I help her. I thought she would snap at me but instead she glares at me before rolling her eyes. I think I'm warming up to her.

"Found something." She announces after a couple minutes of searching. She holds up a small, red jewellery box. She opens it and inside were about twenty rings.

"Look for an 'S'." She says. I find one in a matter of seconds. It seemed to be the only 'S' left. The ring is silver with a dark purple stone. The stone was smaller than mine but the 'S' almost touched the edge. The initial looked a bit simpler than mine whereas mine looks like a font used for Goths. Unlike my own, this one had no little wavy lines swarming together in the middle, making it plain.

"Okay, let me get dressed and we can go." Yasmin says. I nod and we go upstairs to the room in the middle. She goes up the other flight of stairs while I stay in here.

Now that I'm alone, my mind wonder's off to my past.

1533

"Lucy, come out and help me make dinner." My mother calls out to me as I emerge out of my room. Well, it wasn't really mine. I shared it with all of my four sisters, me being the youngest at four years old. The room could only fit three make-shift beds of hay. I shared one bed with my 8 year old sister, Skylar. My 13 year old sister, Ivy, shares a bed with Angela who's 15 and Taylor has her own bed and she's 16.

I stop playing with my teddy bear that my mother made me and crawl through the hole between my bedroom and the kitchen. The hut we called home was small but a little larger than the other huts in the village since we have a family of seven. We also have two hunting dogs named Moonstone and Moonlight. They go with my father and we also a white horse named Snowball (I named him) and he stays with us in case we want to ride him around the village.

"There you are." My mother says when she sees me. "We need to go into the village and trade some of our rabbit meat for bread." With my father being the one who feeds the village with two other men, he sneaks us some extra meat even though he could be executed for that. I don't know about the other two men that work with him but I feel like they do the same.

"Okay." I agree. Just then, Skylar comes out of the hole.

"Can I come too?" She asks, excitedly. She, along with the rest of my sisters, has been sleeping for a few hours because of how tired they are from working yesterday. I'm not even five yet so I don't have to work. Skylar hates being inside so I get why she wants to come along.

My mother looks like she would refuse. I want Skylar to come with us; she's my favourite sister but I never tell anyone that except for her. Skylar and I give her the puppy dog eyes. "Please?" We beg.

"Well... okay." She caves. Skylar and I jump up and down in excitement.

"Thank you, mother." We tell her, formally. Ever since Taylor was born, we had to call our parents 'mother' and 'father'. Sometimes I forget and call them 'mommy' and 'daddy' but they let it go because no one is ever around (except family) when that happens. And I'm four so...

"It is okay." She says. She gives Skylar a bag of the rabbit meat and hands me another one. With Skylar being the oldest between the two of us, she got the bigger bag while I got the small one. I don't mind though.

"Are we going to Mr Parker's bakery?" Skylar asks.

I beat my mother and answer for her. "Yes. I hope he likes rabbit meat. Maybe he will give us an extra loaf?" Mr Parker has loved me and Skylar since he first saw us which was a couple years ago. Our old baker, Mr Walsh, retired and we got Mr Parker. No one in the village complained; we all hated Mr Walsh because he was always yelling at us and being mean.

"Girls, we should go so we have enough time to make dinner before your father comes home." At the mention of my father, I perk up.

"Father is coming home?" I ask, happily. Most of the time, I'm asleep when my father comes home and goes back into the woods.

"Yes." She replies.

"Can we go now? I want to see father again." Skylar urgers as I silently agree with her.

"Patience, Skylar." My mother scolds her. "But yes, we may leave now."

I follow my mother and sister to the bakery. I didn't miss the pained expression on my mother's face.

"Hey, Lucy. You there?" A hand waving in my face brings me back to the present. I blink and shake my head a little.

"Yeah, I just zoned out." I say. Yasmin looks as if she can relate but she doesn't say a word of it or ask any further questions which I really appreciate. She changed out of her pyjamas and into a grey shirt and maroon jeans with black boots and a white jacket.

"Okay, let's go." She says. It's kinda hard to believe that just 10 minutes go she wanted to kick me out. Now she's coming with me.

"Right behind you." I assure her.

"You better have a good looking car because I am not going to sit in an old fashioned car with you for a dozen hours."

"Are you calling me old?" I quip.

"You're what? 100?" She guesses.

"483." I admit, sheepishly. In the corner of my eye, I see a small smile escape Yasmin's lips.

Maybe I can last a car ride with Nicole's daughter.

Santana's POV:

"Shouldn't Quinn be back by now?" I ask Stephan out of nowhere. Gale's in the kitchen making lunch so it's just me and Stephan in the living room.

He looks at the clock on the wall between us and the kitchen. "It's only one. She'll be back within the next hour."

I nod. I've been talking to Stephan a little more than yesterday but still, he seems distant as if he has something on his mind. Gale assured me that he's not usually like this.

I couldn't stop thinking about what happened yesterday with Gale. I want to know more about Quinn. I want to know how she met Gale again after disappearing for 80 years. I want to know how she knows Stephan. I want to know what happened between them. But most importantly, I want to know who Amanda is. Is she the girl that died four years ago? Or was she the first girl that died? Or what if she wasn't even a lover, what if she was a family member or something like that? I want to know about Quinn's life. From what Gale told me, I get the idea that Quinn has never actually moved on from either of her lovers. I want to help her move one. I want to be with her but I don't know if it's the right time.

"Alright, who's up for my infamous cinnamon rolls and cheese and crackers?" Gale announces as he walks into the living room with two plates - one with the cinnamon rolls and the other with the cheese and crackers. He's always the one to cook for us, it's easy to imagine him in a chief hat and a pink apron that says 'Kiss The Chief' with kisses all over the words. The image was hilarious, I had to bite my tongue from laughing.

Just as I pick up a cinnamon roll, I hear the door open. "I'm back!" That was Quinn.

She comes into view as she walks into the living room with a girl trailing behind her. She looks a lot like the girl from the picture, Nicole, so the girl has to be her or Yasmin, her daughter.

"Boys, Santana, this is Yasmin." Quinn says as if reading my thoughts.

"You look like your mom." Gale notes. If it weren't for my vampire hearing, I wouldn't have heard Yasmin quietly wince at the mention of her mother's name. I also notice the glare that Quinn shoots at Gale.

"Thanks." Yasmin says quietly. It sounded like she had to force the words out.

The room went silent until Quinn speaks. "Santana, this is yours." She tosses me something that I barely caught. It was my soon-to-be daylight ring. It was silver with a purple stone and a simple 'S' in the middle. I like it, I wonder if Quinn chose this for me.

"So how exactly does this work?" I ask.

"I haven't charmed it yet." Yasmin says. "You need to be the last person to touch it and then I can charm it."

"Okay." I say as I make sure my fingerprints are over Quinn's.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" Quinn asks Yasmin, suddenly looking unsure for some reason.

"I've been practicing in the car." She says. Why would she need to practice? She looks young but Gale told me that there's a spell a witch can put on themselves to make them age slowly. Maybe this witch doesn't like magic?

"Yes, I remember. You lit my hand on fire a few times." Quinn says in an almost accusing tone. "But you've never charmed a ring before. How do you know this is gonna work?"

"I remember how to do it." Yasmin assures her. "And I only lit your hand on fire because you kept putting on David Guetta songs."

"Hey, be glad that I didn't make you listen to songs from the 1980's" She shoots back.

"Anyone want a cinnamon roll?" Gale interrupts the two with a smile as he holds out the plate like a gentleman.

"Yes, the stubborn one here didn't stop driving for anything." Yasmin refers to Quinn as she takes a cinnamon roll.

"Alright, witch. Do your thing." I say to Yasmin, now that I'm done rubbing my fingers all over the ring. After taking a bite of her cinnamon roll, (without warning) she opens the a curtain, allowing the sunlight to fall over two thirds of the couch. I immediately freak out and hug my thighs but I happen to be sitting in the third part of the couck without the sun. Yasmin sits on the other side of the couch leaving a gap between us.

"Put the ring in the middle." She orders. Without putting any part of my body into the sun, I drop the ring so it lay in the middle with a perfect access of the sun. She closes her eyes and holds out her hands like she was feeling the warmth of a fire. Maybe I'm imagining it, but I could almost hear Yasmin's mind chanting. A few seconds later, the chanting stops and she opens her eyes.

"Okay, it's done." She announces.

"That's it?" I ask, confused. "Nothing creepy happened."

"Test it if you want." Yasmin says before going back to her cinnamon roll.

Carefully, I pick up the ring. It doesn't feel any different. I slip the ring onto my fourth finger and luckily it fits. I quickly admire it before stretching my fingers into the sunlight as Quinn, Stephan, Gale and even Yasmin watch while eating her cinnamon roll.

Nothing happens. My skin isn't burning as it touches the sunray. A smile escapes my lips.

"Thanks, Yasmin. And thank you Quinn." I say to the two with my fingers still in the sun. Yasmin nods but I got the feeling she was a little surprised with her own work. I see Quinn smile.

The warmth of the sun and Quinn's smile was a pleasant feeling.

Hope you enjoyed it! I was going to write more but I think I made it long enough. If you're a person who would like to imagine a celebrity as a character, this is what I've come up with:

Bailee Madison as Skylar Fabray

Rowan Blanchard as Ivy Fabray

Peyton List as Angela Fabray

Olivia Holt as Taylor Fabray

Mikalah Sultan as Yasmin Drake

Mckenzie Small as Nicole Drake

(Blonde) Emma Watson as Kaitlyn Fabray (Quinn's mom)

Tom Cruise as Jackson Fabray (Quinn's dad)

I'm sorry but I couldn't find a find a 30 year old celebrity who looks similar to Mikalah so I just went with Mckenzie . Also I know that the ages between the character and the celebrity are different but you can ignore that or just imagine them as their character's age. I didn't put Judy and Russell as Quinn's parents because, honestly, I don't like them and I didn't put Frannie as one of Quinn's sisters because I don't know which celebrity I should portray her with.

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