Author's Notes: Hey guys. I wasn't planning on having an author's note for this chapter, but people seem to be getting confused. Puck being upset is about the year before. He is talking in past tense about last year. It is the one year anniversary if you'd like to say of the day him and Quinn had sex. There is absolutely no chance of pregnant Quinn happening in this fic. She would not make that mistake twice. I hope this clears things up for you all.
There were two large groups of people facing off against each other in front of Lima's City Council in the Town Square. That new chick Rachel Berry was in the center of one of the lines that appeared to be blocking off Lima from the other people. There were no other familiar faces besides the petite brunette. The atmosphere was eerie, and there wasn't a sound being made by anyone. It was if they were waiting to see who would make the first move.
In the blink of an eye, the intruders were attacking. Berry was the first to lunge forward in a counter. Her midget ass was doing pretty well too, until a blonde woman walked forward. It was no secret that she was the leader of the intruders. Her minions all parted for her to get through. Before anyone could even react, she had Rachel off the ground by her neck. A guy who she didn't recognize quickly annihilated his target in an attempt to get to Rachel, but was stopped dead in his tracks by a piece of wood being lodged into his heart. A painful scream left the gremlin's throat at the sight, and she immediately tried to wiggle free. The woman holding her hostage just laughed at her futile attempts, and in one quick motion, shoved her hand into the brunette's chest. Rachel's eyes widened and a scream of agony was the only thing heard before her heart was ripped out.
The next thing that was seen was the town of Lima in shambles. Houses were set on fire, people were killed, and those that weren't were taken. The last thing she saw before jerking awake was the sight of Brittany being taken.
Santana's body immediately sat up in her bed the moment her eyes were open. Her body was covered in a light sheer of sweat. The sensation caused her body to shiver. Air conditioning against sweat was never a good combination. She put her head in her hands and tried to catch her breath. It was the fifth time that she'd had the same dream. They started happening after she found that stupid book in the attic. No matter how many times she tried to make sense of it all, she came up blank. Not even Berry who was still on her shit list deserved what the raven haired girl had witnessed in her nightmare.
Her eyes moved to look at the small alarm clock on her nightstand. Santana groaned the moment that she saw the numbers 4:15 staring back at her. Whenever she woke up from one of those damn things she was never able to go back to sleep. Her body buzzed too much from a weird energy that coursed through it. There were so many things that weren't making sense, and all that kept running through her mind were her mother's words. At first Santana had thought her mother had finally lost it. Her being a witch was insane. First off, she was just too hot to rock the whole pointy hat and broom ensemble, and second, witches and all that bullshit written in those stupid books didn't exist. They were just made up so losers who didn't fit in anywhere could fantasize about a place where others made them seem normal.
Even though comments about stupid witches and damn Rachel Berry kept running through her mind, Santana got out of bed and changed into a pair of sweatpants and hoodie. It was four in the fucking morning, so caring about her appearance was the last thing on her mind. She just wanted to get some damn answers, and if her aunt was the only way for her to finally get some sleep, then so be it.
After looking up Natalia Lopez in the yellow pages to get her address, Santana was off towards Sidney, OH. The car ride just gave her more time to think about everything that was racing through her mind. She wondered if there was any chance of her nightmare coming true. No matter how many times she tried to tell herself to stop being a scared little pansy, she couldn't shake the vision. Her mind would just flash back to Brittany's scared face as those fucking nameless assholes took her away. Just thinking about it caused the cheerleader's grip to tighten on the steering wheel and foot to step down just a little harder on the gas pedal. She wanted to tell herself that she could just go all Lima Heights on anyone that tried to touch the people she lo… cared for, but she saw what that woman in her dreams did to Berry. Those people were something out of her league, and for some crazy ass reason, Santana thought that her loony aunt could help. She blamed the sleep deprivation.
Sooner rather than later, thanks to what she would call her 'efficient' driving, the cheerio was pulling into a small driveway. She sat in the car for a couple of minutes, but when she saw the living room light go on and a woman's figure through the curtains, it caused her to move. At least I'm not waking her up, she thought quickly as her finger pressed the doorbell.
It only took a few moments for a woman in her mid fifties to open the door. She was wearing a smile on her face and simply stepped aside to allow her niece to enter. "I was wondering how long it would take you to show up here," was all it took her to say for Santana to step through the threshold.
Back in Lima, it appeared as if Santana was not the only one that was going to be deprived of any sleep that evening. Rachel Berry found herself being woken up by her own doorbell being rung. At first she thought that if she just ignored it the incredibly inconsiderate person would just walk away, but when she heard the obnoxious ringing once again, she knew she would have no such luck. Out of sheer frustration, the vampire flipped the sheets off of herself and angrily stomped her way down the stairs.
When she got to the door, she ripped it open and was about to give the visitor a piece of her mind about appropriate times to stop by until she smelt it. Blood. Warm blood. Blood that wasn't out of a bag in her family's freezer, but actually from the veins of a human. Her fangs immediately protruded, but her years of experience allowed her to push her hunger down just enough to see what was happening. In front of her stood Noah Puckerman. At first she thought that he was wounded somehow and had no one to go to. Her mind immediately went to the vampire who had killed Azimo just three days prior. Just as she was going to ask him what happened, the boy took the towel off of the wound and thrust it towards Rachel.
A hiss escaped her mouth. The beast within her was pounding against it's change. It was not supposed to resist temptation like the one before her. Noah's words rang through her ears egging her on. "Come on! I know you like it! Get a taste of the Puckasaurus."
Just as Rachel was about to pounce, strong arms wrapped around her midsection and held her back. The brunette was no longer Rachel Berry in that moment; she was the monster. An older man who Puck remembered was Leroy Berry stood in between Puck and Rachel as a second defense in case Hiram could not control their daughter. Leroy turned towards the foolish boy and harshly told him to cover up his wound. If it wasn't for the rosemary that he knew the boy had been ingesting since his discovery of their family secret, the older vampire would've just compelled the boy to listen to their wishes.
It only took Hiram a couple of minutes to finally calm down his daughter enough so she could be carried into the kitchen. Once in the safe space, he fixed her a mug of blood in the microwave to help quench her thirst. Since the girl had not eaten for at least six hours, her body's reaction was much more severe than it normally would've been. Worry was etched all over his face as he watched the girl who had become his little sweet pea hungrily consume the contents of the ceramic glass. Every fiber in his being told him that tell that boy was a grave mistake, but he did not want to voice that opinion. His 'daughter' was nearly two hundred years old after all. She was more than capable of making her own decisions, and trust had always been a foundation of their make shift family, but that did not mean he couldn't worry.
Four glasses of blood later is what it took in order for Rachel to be able to approach her idiotic friend. He was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. Her eyes immediately went in search of his arm, and she was relieved to see that the wound was heavily wrapped. She figured her father Leroy must've patched it up for all of their comfort. Luckily, Sebastian was off again. Her brother had not told her much when he left except for saying that he was going to try and dig up some information. If he had been home, the situation could've been much worse.
"If it wasn't for the fact that I could easily break your cheek bone, I would be slapping you right now. What were you thinking? I seem to be surrounded by idiots because I find myself asking this question far too many times lately." Her chest was rising and falling rapidly due to her anger. She wanted to be calm and attempt to be understanding, but she couldn't. Anger seemed to be the only way she could show she cared lately.
Noah just shrugged and refused to meet her gaze. "Oh, so now you decide to be a coward? What happened to the brave man who showed up on a vampire's doorstep with a gushing wound?"
"I'm always going to be a fuck up on this day, alright?"
Rachel pinched her nose in frustration. She did not have the patience to deal with whatever young adult crisis the boy was going through, but it appeared she had no choice if she wanted to get answers. "What exactly are you talking about? What is so special about today?"
"A year ago today was the start of the biggest mistake of my life. Today was the day I went to the hottest girl in school's house with some wine coolers, and after one too many convinced her to have sex with me. I was so fucking stupid. She asked if I had protection! She fucking asked, but I didn't put on a rubber because I wanted to feel everything when I swiped the v card of the biggest prude in school. I never even thought about what could happen! I just thought that I could pull out, and everything would be cool. It had worked before."
The boy was full on screaming now, and the brunette was left stunned. Noah Puckerman always looked like a boy without a care in the world. He walked around with his bad boy attitude, and everyone just saw him as a delinquent who felt no remorse for the consequences of his actions. It was the perfect cover now that Rachel thought about it. That way he didn't have to face anything. "Noah, I am sure that you were a little less than sober yourself. While I may not condone your past actions, you obviously feel remorse for what happened. Why have you never spoken about it before?"
He stood up and began pacing. Everything was reaching it's boiling point within him, and the brunette couldn't fault him for it. She knew what it was like to hold such negative emotions inside for prolonged periods. "I would've looked like a jackass! Well, more of one than I already did. Quinn was the one who's life was falling apart, and I was untouched. My rep just got higher when people found out that I banged the president of the celibacy club, but she lost everything. So what if I lost my daughter? According to her and everyone else who got their big ass noses in it, I didn't have a say in shit! So, tell me Rachel? When was I supposed to sit down and cry about my fucking feelings? I wasn't even good enough to be called the dad. I was just the douchebag that knocked her up."
Before she could stop him, Noah punched the nearest wall. If it wasn't for the overwhelming seriousness of the situation, Rachel would've laughed. Not only were vampires causing damage to the house, but now humans were making dents too. "I'm sorry for everything, but I do not understand why that caused you to think that arriving at my house wounded would be a good idea."
Puck turned his back towards the wall and slouched against it. The emotion of it all was finally taking it's tool on the young man. "I wanted you to turn me. No one's ever been shy about telling me just what I'm going to become when I'm older. I'm not going to be anything but a Lima loser. These years are going to be the best ones, you know? Why not just freeze it here?"
The words reached her ears, but the vampire could not understand. She couldn't understand who would ask for her life. "You have no idea what you're asking for, Noah. This is not everything those ridiculous authors and directors make it out to be! I'm a monster that feeds off of the precious life of humans! Yes I have speed, strength, eternal good looks, and the ability to compel, but I'm alone Noah. Eventually, everyone you ever cared for dies, and you can do nothing but watch them go. I don't belong here, but I'm stuck here. I can never fall in love, have a family, or chase my dreams. It is obvious that you loved your daughter and wanted the chance to be a father. If I turned you, you would never get the opportunity to create life again. All you would be able to do is destroy it. "
Even though he was busy finding something in the floor board incredibly entertaining, Puckerman was listening to every word that she said. Never before had he felt so stupid. He didn't think about his ma or little sister, and how him dying would affect them. He was the man of that house, and without even thinking, he was about to walk out on them like his dad did to him. He shook his head and looked up into Rachel's eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't…. just sorry. Thanks for not killing me and all that."
Rachel rolled her eyes and didn't even trust her mouth to open and speak again. Instead she just nodded her head. Puck noticing the tension that was between them started heading towards the door. "I better go. I've tempted you enough with my sexy for one day."
There it was. The one ill timed joke that got the brunette to laugh against her wishes. As long as he could get the girl who was quickly becoming his best friend to be alright again, he could sheepishly go home. He would avoid the little spit fire for a good portion of school though. A cranky vampire was something he could do without especially because he was the cause of it.