A/N: Some people might hate me right now, but please, remember, it's all in the name of creative expression! Warnings of darkness and violence ahead. And some cussing. Also, character death.
Disclaimer: Glee, is not mine. But, I do own a katana!
You're different and special
You're different and special in every way imaginable
You love me from my hair follicles to my toenails
You got me feeling like the breeze, easy and free and lovely and new
.: nine
"Rach…" Finn croaks, his voice sounding broken and wet.
That was a voicemail. She nearly takes the bedroom door off its hinges as she races through to the living room.
Artie and Sugar are sitting, curled up on the couch but the second she appears Artie immediately has his girlfriend behind him against the wall, eyes wide with fear as they stare at her. Quinn and Noah's laughter abruptly cuts off and Quinn appears in front of her in a flash, Noah hurrying in after her. Quinn's eyes are silver and stormy as she stares at Rachel, unsure of what the threat was, only reacting to Rachel's mental anguish.
RACHEL! Artie screams and she looks over at him, seeing herself in his mind. She looks terrifying, hair flowing behind her with glowing, bright blue eyes.
She closes her eyes and shakes her head, willing herself to calm down and puts the phone back to her ear, praying Finn picks up. The phone rings eight times before the line clicks open. There's laboured breathing and soft, cruel laughter on the other end and then Finn's quiet, cracking voice breathes her name.
She almost breaks the phone.
"Finn, baby? Where are you?"
More laughter and then Finn groans.
It's Quinn's voice she hears in her mind shouting at her to stop and calm down after she's already torn the front door from its hinges, down the stairs and at the end of the block. But she can't stop because on the other end of the phone, choking sobs and wet sounds of agony tell her that Finn was dying. And slowly.
Rachel!
Quinn and Artie are beside her as soon as she stops, Noah and Sugar on the back of Noah's bike fast approaching them as they huddle in the middle of the street.
"What is it, Rachel?"
Her eyes search the darkness ahead and around them, listening to the sounds of the night, cars a few streets over, a house party at the house on the end of the other block, and the man watching a Desperate Housewives marathon in the house directly across from them.
She's pissed at herself for letting Finn go home unprotected.
"Call Kurt back," she snaps at Noah.
Tell Tina and Mike to come back now, she pushes to Artie.
She turns back to Quinn. "I just got a voicemail from Finn. He's hurt. I called him back and it sounds like someone else was with him, Finn doesn't sound too good, like he's broken and-," Her voice cracks and she wipes away the tears gathering on her face and turns back to the distance. He wasn't dying tonight.
Noah was talking to Kurt, and Finn's brother's voice was increasing in panic when he tells him they just got to their apartment after picking up Mercedes and it looks like a storm passed through. There was blood. And a lot of it. But no Finn.
Sugar pulls out her phone to dial the police and Artie touches her hand to stop her. She inches behind him as she stares at Rachel, fear and anger wafting from her.
Rachel grunts and kicks the ground, dirt and pebbles flying away from her.
"Tell Blaine to take Mercedes and Kurt back to our apartment," she snarls at Noah, hearing the jagged voice from Kurt's end when he relays the message to Blaine.
"Santana," she growls.
She turns back to the people behind her. "You know it's her! This is her endgame. She knows she can't easily get to you two," she points to Quinn and Artie, "Blaine wouldn't let anything dangerous near Kurt, and he dislikes her as much as I do, especially after their visit to him earlier. Noah is here with Quinn and I don't think she knows about Sugar. Not yet anyway. If she kills Finn I'm..." her eyes flash in anger and she meets Quinn's eyes, "I'll be done for. I'm as good as dead. And if she finally gets me out of the way, then getting to you two will be easier, and then everyone else."
"You know she's not working alone," Artie murmurs.
"Does it matter if she is or not? I'm pretty sure whatever she's planning, Finn's at the heart of it."
No one answers her.
"She almost killed him once. She tried to turn him!"
Noah's hand tightens on the handle of the motorcycle still beneath him. The image of Finn lying unconscious, thrown from his truck flashes through his mind and he looks over at her guiltily.
She hears Tina and Mike hurrying towards them and glances in their direction.
"I'm going to Finn's. I can trace his scent from there. If he's still alive. And when I find Santana and whoever she's with, I'm going to take immense pleasure in removing their spine through their nose."
She tastes the bitter terror rolling off Sugar and looks at Artie. You need to take her somewhere safe, she's not ready for this. And if she stays with us tonight, she'll get hurt. Or worse.
Artie nods stiffly and tugs Sugar aside, murmuring to her, nodding to their friends as they appear in front of him. Quinn's eyes follow him and then she looks from Rachel to Noah and back. His mind was steeled with hatred towards Santana. He now knows she was responsible for Finn's crash and the fact that his best friend almost died. Noah wasn't leaving.
She shakes her head at Quinn and her aunt's eyes turn to cold silver as she turns to stare at Noah, her face hard and determined.
He wobbles on the bike and it falls over, taking him down with it.
"I know what you're doing Quinn," he says tiredly, groaning. He fights to get to his feet and falls over again as she batters his emotions with fatigue. "Don't do this, baby, please. If you go without me and anything happens to Finn I'll never forgive myself. Don't make me hate myself any more than I already do! I brought Santana into his life," Noah pleads, fighting to stay conscious.
Quinn knows as well as they all do that if Noah goes with them he may not come out alive. And the longer they stand there arguing the less chance Finn has of surviving.
She hesitates in her onslaught and the full weight of her feelings towards the human surprises Rachel, and she turns around to stare at them both. She feels the stirrings of the same feelings she reads from Artie and Sugar, the same intensity with Mike and Tina. If Noah dies she's pretty sure Quinn was going try and follow him.
Her father flashes through her mind. Her mother had simply disappeared and he had lost the will to live. In this short time that she's been with Finn, if he dies she knows she'll be destroyed. Just like Quinn. And without her or Quinn, Artie would surely either die himself or turn into the monsters they were about to face. She gets it. She understands this small dysfunctional family had extended to include Finn and Noah and Kurt and Blaine. If she were to lose Finn, the repercussions would be devastating.
Santana would have to die. And anyone else who was with her.
Finn was hurt. He was dying. And it was all Santana's fault.
Santana needed to die.
Anger, blue, hot and savage surges within her and she senses everyone step away from her; she can feel the force of the energy pulsating from her body, flowing over her skin. She looks almost ethereal in their minds, almost like how Quinn does in the midst of her dance. She feels strong, her mind awake and heightened, her senses even more attuned to her surroundings, blood pounding in her ears. The sounds of the night get quieter, the voices of her friends in her mind fading away to complete silence as her eyes slip closed.
A tether - invisible, thrumming powerfully in its intensity, almost alive - unravels from her and stretches out into the night, out in the silent darkness, towards Finn. It touches him, in her mind, and wraps around his essence, the faint beat of his heart feeling out of sync with hers. There's something else too, another energy wrapped around her and him, something pulsating and warm; she can't get a read on it, but its here, with her and growing stronger by the minute.
As if he senses her there, Finn says her name, barely a whisper. Someone nudges him with a booted foot and Finn coughs, blood spewing from his mouth as his body trembles in pain.
She snarls and when she opens her eyes, the tether stretching from her to Finn sparks blue before it flexes, going invisible and wrapping snugly around his essence again.
"Badass," Noah whispers in awe, her eyes flicker to him and he grins weakly.
"Are you done showing off now Wonder Woman, or shall we get this party on the road? Don't we have asses to kick?" Mike sniggers.
She turns around to her friends and reaches out to touch their minds again; her link to Finn hums in the back of her mind and she can sense the familiarity in it with the way Quinn feels about Noah, between Tina and Mike and Artie, fear tickling his mind as he worries about Sugar.
"Blaine. He's young but he can protect the humans," she murmurs to herself, a plan forming in her mind. She's almost afraid, leaving such a young vampire in charge of two fae kin and a human. But, now that she knows where Finn is, she has to get to him quickly.
"I'm pretty sure they know I'm coming. And they're ready to fight," she mutters to the darkness, her eyes far away.
Quinn flits over to Noah and kisses him softly, pressing their foreheads together. "Please, please, be careful."
"I'm the Puckerone baby. I don't go down easy." Puck's voice is confident as he speaks, but mentally he prays he survives the night.
Rachel laughs despite herself, gives them one last look then dashes off towards the other side of campus, the others close behind her.
She's at the corner near Finn's apartment when the sweet smell invades her nostrils. They were playing with her. Watching, waiting. She doesn't falter, she just swallows the bile in her throat and flies up the stairs where Finn's scent was strongest, the rich, coppery smell of blood almost overwhelming her senses. She picks up Kurt's and Noah's lingering scent as well, and Blaine's, the young vampire's smell mingled with Kurt's and Mercedes. They had only just left.
Inside their apartment was a mess, overturned chairs, ripped sofa, scattered books, smashed plates and she hurries towards Finn's room, stopping abruptly at his broken body lying in the doorway. His heart was still beating, but it was faint, the rhythm familiar to her was fading fast, the tether from her to him was weakening. She crouches down by his head, afraid to move him, hating the unnatural twist of his arms and legs, sparkling crimson pooling beneath him. She hears Quinn and Artie coming into the room behind her, Artie's sharp intake of breath as he smells the blood. And something else. She can smell it too.
"Finn," she calls out, brushing his hair away from his face, and as her finger touches the skin of his forehead, the extent of his injuries almost cripple her. She feels raw and bruised as she looks at him, she can't even begin to imagine the pain he's in. She grips her chest, the tight feeling squeezing her, her heart literally hurting with Finn's injuries. It was bad. He looked like death.
His breathing stutters and his right arms jerks as his eyes fight to open, weak and unfocused, but he still tries to smile, spitting out blood as he tries to call her name again. "Rach," he whispers and coughs.
She turns his head gently to the side, hating herself when blood leaks from his mouth. His neck and shoulders were torn open, deep gashes and bites all over his entire body. The sweet, cloying smell was stronger and soaking into him, each breath he struggled to take sounding wetter and more painful than the last.
Noah and Tina come running into the room and Quinn has to restrain Finn's best friend as he tries to come in closer. She hears Mike's loud internal voice as he shouts a warning to her just before she hears the smug, savagely cruel thoughts of the other supernaturals as they start surrounding the apartment. The callous twisted voice of a vampire comes from behind Quinn and Tina outside the door.
"Why you insist on playing with weak, pathetic humans is beyond me."
Her head twists around and her eyes narrow at the slim, caramel-skinned bloodsucker leaning by the doorway. Santana walks into the room and wiggles her fingers at Artie, Tina and Quinn who bristles and snarls. Noah pushes past her and slides over the ground, coming to a stop beside Finn, his face wet as he cradles his best friend's head in his lap and when he looks up to glare at Santana, his eyes are hard and angry.
"You're such a fucking bitch, Santana," he throws at her.
The vampire shrugs in response.
"You are just food, you know." She shakes her head and wrinkles her nose down at Finn.
"You must seriously have a death wish," Artie snaps, stalking forward.
She snickers and rolls her eyes at him. "Honestly. You really think you three can take me? I'm not here alone."
Rachel's body starts vibrating in anger, fighting against the urge to strangle Santana when Mercedes' boyfriend and Brittany appear in the room. Noah jumps at their sudden appearance and tightens his hold onto Finn, moving closer to Rachel. Quinn was behind him before he was even aware of her moving.
Santana's cold red eyes watch his movement and she laughs evilly. "That's right, little human. Run away."
Quinn snarls and leans over Noah, then jerks back in surprise.
"Tsk, tsk. Must it always come to violence?"
It feels like all the air suddenly gets sucked out of the room, blood pounding in her ears, her thoughts like lead weights pressing down on her. Horrible, skewed images flash through her mind like a soundtrack of dangerous death. Memories of a life she had tried her best to escape and leave behind were like a barrage on the thin shield of self-control she struggled with. Her worst nightmares walking around like Freddy Krueger pumped up on steroids and an arsenal of complete sadistic creativity. The vile, cruel smell in the room gets stronger as a tall, curly-haired vampire struts casually into the room, his smile polite and easy as he surveys them.
Rachel goes rigid beside Finn and crackling energy passes over her skin, making Noah flinch away from her.
"Hello, Quinn. It's terribly good to see you again."
Rachel stares at him, her anger bubbling just below the surface.
"I should have known you were involved in this, Jesse. Just can't take no for an answer, so you run to the closest bitch for comfort," Quinn spits out.
Jesse smirks and Santana rolls her shoulders, glaring at her. "Watch it, blondie. How Jesse could ever have been interested in the lil hobbit, I'll never know. But try me, bitch. I'll eat you for lunch."
Noah. Go get the shower curtain rod. Or the rod in your closets, just go find iron.
Noah looks at her from the corner of his eyes and blinks. Kurt has katanas, he has some kind of sword fetish and Finn bought him one last year.
She presses her lips to Finn's, willing some of her own essence into him, to buy him some time. He groans and his eyes flutter open to meet hers and Noah blows out a breath, clutching Finn's hand tighter in his.
"Touching," Jesse mutters.
Rachel stands up, wavering on her feet for a second then turns around to glare at the intruders. Quinn steps up beside her and Noah slips away.
"The fuck do you want?" She asks between gritted teeth.
The other vampires look disinterested as they look around the destroyed room. Mercedes' boyfriend, Sam, licks his lips as he stares hungrily at the blood pooling around Finn. He looks like he's in pain and ready to drop to his knees and drink. Outside, Mike was having another death-glare match with another of Santana's lackeys, a tall, well-built dark-skinned man with muscles coiled around tree-trunk sized biceps.
Around them, the handful of remaining tenants were fast asleep. She's starting to wish the men had decided to go back home to Lima for break like almost everyone else. Although, as determined as Santana was, she might have followed them.
Santana laughs cruelly and runs her fingers lovingly through Brittany's hair. "Girls just wanna have fun. And, well. Finn was a lot of fun, if you know what I mean," she winks at Rachel.
"This has nothing to do with him, you bitch."
Santana narrows her eyes. "Actually, it has everything to do with him! You can't just waltz in here and grab his interest like some wannabe superstar. Finn was mine first."
"He's not a piece of property, you asshole! You almost killed him!" Rachel snaps. She feels the energy crackling over her skin and Jesse raises his eyebrows, his smile widening as he watches her, impressed. She narrows her glare at him but says nothing.
"Yes, I'm sure you know by now that our little Frankenteen is kind of special for a human. Well, he's not even really human, is he? He's cheated death twice. Can you imagine him, fae kin turned vampire? He'll be practically invincible. And I'll be the one to turn him, so of course, he'll be all mine, especially in the bedroom. He is a beast, isn't he?" Santana winks at her and she wanted nothing more than to reach forward and rip the bitch's eyes out. She turns her anger to the vampire from her nightmares instead.
"Jesse, why did you come here?"
"I came for you, my sweet."
"We've been through this. I don't want you."
Noah reappears behind them with Kurt's katana in one hand, the shower rod in the other.
What does she mean Finn's cheated death twice?! She shouts at him.
Noah stumbles back and shakes his head. Ow. Uh, he wasn't breathing when he was born. And after his accident, he was dead for like a minute.
If Finn dies this third time, as a Sidhe and is reborn a vampire, he'll be stronger than any and all of them, loyal only to the vampire who sires him, Tina thinks to herself, staring over at Rachel in horror. And if he turns you, a dhamphyr, he can turn you into a vampire in full control of your gifts. He'll be unstoppable.
It feels like she's in a dream, as she looks around at the standoff in the room, at Finn's body bloody and savaged on the floor, Noah standing over him, his mouth set in a grim line as he stares at supernaturals bigger, stronger, faster and deadlier than him. But he doesn't back down. She wants to grab him and Finn and take them somewhere far, far away, away from her world. A world that no longer included Jesse and Santana.
Jesse looks between her and Tina, his smile evil and charming. "Hey Watson, I think they've figured it out!"
Artie's eyes widen and he whips his head around to her. She projects what Noah and Tina just said to him and Quinn. He snarls and his fingers twitch as he narrows his eyes at Santana.
"Honestly, you're a bit slow. Your mother knows that's why there weren't many dhamphyrs in existence. Can you imagine having more people like you around? Although, you're a bit special than most, huh, Rachel? That little gift you have, reading minds? The things one can do as a vampire like you. You could be queen. And I, rightfully, king." Jesse rubs his hands and paces slowly, tapping his cheek as he looks at her.
"If it makes you feel any better, your mother died without telling me where you were. They hid you quite well." Jesse smiles pleasantly and winks at Rachel.
Quinn growls and steps closer to Jesse. "I'm really going to enjoy ripping your head from your body and watching you burn, you sick bastard."
Santana laughs as she watches them. If I can't have him, then you can't either. If I turn him, getting rid of Jesse would be so much easier.
She's not sure if Santana knows she can read her now, and she doesn't care. She flies at the vampire, pushing her backwards into a bookshelf, plaster and wood crashing down on her. Quinn lunges at the blonde vampire when she moves towards Rachel, sending her into another corner of the room. Jesse watches with impassive eyes as Artie and Quinn move to stand on either side of Rachel. Tina has her arms crossed as she glares at Sam. He steps back warily, looking back at Santana.
Rachel turns her glare to Jesse and growls at the solid wall in his mind, blinking lazily at her.
Santana scrambles to her feet, snarling. "Oh, I'm going to enjoying kicking the living fuck out of you." Her mental snarls are as loud as her growls as she advances. Brittany pops up beside Santana and glances over at Jesse. His eyes twinkling merrily as he surveys the standoff in the room, his voice reverbs with one last echoing command. "I want the dhamphyr alive."
Things happen far too quickly for her to react to, but the sickening crunch of Noah's body falling to the floor turns Quinn into a madwoman, her fingers extended like claws as she wraps them around Brittany's neck. Artie blurs ahead of her to body slam Jesse, Tina and Sam are wrestling on the floor. She grabs the dropped katana and flings it at Santana where it embeds into her arm before the vampire shrieks and kicks her in the chest then yanks the blade out and flits to the door, wiping blood from her split cheek as she looks over her shoulder.
"Catch me if you can, bitch." Santana disappears out into the night and after casting one last look at Finn, seeing the stilted rise and fall of his chest, Rachel hurries after the vampire, passing Mike and the other hulking vampire moving like blurs in the night.
Around them, people were still blissfully unaware and asleep but she doesn't linger to find out why. She catches Santana's scent and races towards the outcrop of trees like a bullet. She doesn't get far enough when Santana appears out of the darkness and hits her with a broken tree, flinging her body backwards onto the trunk of a hardwood tree. Santana grabs her by the hair, tossing her violently onto the floor, her back ricocheting off a large rock before she crumples to the floor, the split in her lip bleeding into her mouth.
Her head hurts as Santana bombards her with vicious thoughts: Finn's damaged body, covered in bite marks and blood. Artie's head torn off, Quinn eviscerated. She curls up on the ground with the images on replay in Santana's mind, her knees weak with despair, despite knowing them to be untrue.
"Your one fatal flaw." Santana snarls and kicks her in the belly.
Rachel grunts and tries to get to her feet, her hands giving out as she flattens to the ground, screaming as Santana comes in for another strike, her nails digging into her back.
"You care too much."
Santana kicks her in the side again as she tries to stand.
She glares at the vampire flitting around her. She can't predict what she's going to do because all Santana was projecting were those nasty thoughts of her family and friends bloody, dying or dead. Kurt's small, lithe body ripped into, his throat shredded, Sugar's hair matted with blood and her face torn away, Mercedes' head rippled from her body, sparkling blood flowing free like a fountain.
Somehow, Rachel knows if she were to die, those visions would become reality, the cruelty of Santana on full display in her mind. She closes her eyes and tries to expel the thoughts, trying instead to think of them whole, happy and smiling, alive and well, taking another kick to the face as the vampire snarls, laughing at her lying on the floor.
"You're weak. Pathetic. Practically human. Why Jesse wants to turn you I will never understand."
Santana smacks her across the face and she tastes the blood in her mouth. She lunges and Santana dances away from her as she gets to her feet, unsteady but glaring.
Whatever tricks Jesse had learnt to block her from projecting her thoughts directly into his mind, he had taught the female in front of her.
Jesse.
The smooth-talking vampire who had left her sated and happy and tried to trick her into drinking blood. His blood. Because he knew when he killed her she'd awaken a full vampire, still with her succubus charms and abilities and wholly his charge and unfailingly loyal.
Jesse who wanted to keep her for himself. Crazed and bloodthirsty. Like Santana. He'd be her master.
Rachel wanted her hands around his throat.
But first, she had to get her hands around Santana's.
She rolls away from the next kick Santana aims towards her head, her eyes gleaming as she sees Kurt's katana carelessly tossed to the side. She turns her eyes back towards Santana, the vampire was unhinged and stronger than her.
"Once I kill you, Jesse will be rid of whatever spell you've cast on him," Santana smirks, circling her like a tiger about to pounce on her prey.
"And then, maybe I'll get to enjoy what's left of Finn. Now I know why the fae are extinct. He was delicious! A bit too tart since you fucked him, but eh, I'll get over it. I'll drain him and then toss his useless body aside to turn. Jesse didn't want us to turn Mercedes but Brit was hungry. Sweet ambrosia."
Her mind slips for just a moment, and Santana's entire body reacts to the memory of the seductive taste of the nectar spilling from Finn. The vampire purrs. "I'd like to get my hands on Kurt too. Too bad Blaine is a pussy. Maybe I'll have a go at Noah or even sweet lil Sugar."
Santana winks and rushes towards her, arms outstretched. The vision Santana throws at her of her at Finn's throat, eyes lifeless and empty, reminds her of the day Quinn started the orgy in the club, the first time she had almost lost Finn. And she wasn't going to lose him now.
Adrenaline kicking in, she lunges at Santana and punches her so hard she falls the floor with a heavy thud. Rachel flies towards the forgotten sword, twirling it in her hands as Santana gets up, her gaze murderous. Her thoughts falter once she sees the sword, lips curling back into an evil sneer.
"That won't help you, songbird. Your blood will stain these woods tonight."
Rachel shakes her head, feeling the anger heating her blood at the thought of Finn ravaged and dead, of Quinn's body in pieces and of Artie, eyes black and hard, lips attached to Sugar's broken body. She anticipates the familiar, pulsating energy. She sees herself in Santana's mind, eyes glowing bright azure, hair whipping around, her rage sparking like lightning over her skin. That darkness she's long feared, that her father had warned her about so long ago, that dhamphyrs threatened were stronger than those who they were born from. She doesn't know what triggers it, but she welcomes it, the cold burn starting from deep down inside. She can taste it.
She smiles wickedly, seeing the fear shouting in Santana's mind. Her voice surprises her when she speaks, guttural and fierce and heat surges up her fingertips as she grips the sword tighter.
"You know, if you're going to fucking kill me, just do it and quit talking!" She kicks out at the vampire, satisfied at the thump when her foot connects. Santana snarls and flies up from the floor, her nails scraping over Rachel's arms as she tries to get a good hold. Too late the vampire realizes Rachel's intention and the split second she turns to run, Rachel grabs the ponytail and jerks her back, throwing her to the ground. Santana grunts and tries to roll out of her grasp but Rachel kicks her over, placing a foot onto her chest, holding Santana in place as she snarls and rakes her nails over her leg.
With renewed vigour, she wraps her hands around Santana's throat, lifting her to her feet, ignoring the clawing of her hands as they try to find purchase on Rachel's arm. The vampire's eyes are wide with fear and Rachel smiles sweetly.
"Shhh. Don't worry. This will be over quickly." She puts some suggestion in her voice and Santana goes limp in her hands, face slack as she stares transfixed and groans in anticipation.
"Feels good, huh?" Rachel says, stroking her thumb along the vampire's throat. Santana shivers and moans, lust clouding her mind, nipples hard against her shirt, her arousal swirling potent around them.
"More," she moans.
"Gladly." Rachel presses her lips to the vampire's, and her entire body shudders as she pulls Santana's essence into her. The vampire moans and tries to mould her body against Rachel's before going stiff and then pliant, glowing a faint blue as Rachel swallows her lifespark.
She pulls away right as the last thread of life can flow into her and drops Santana's body onto the ground. Her eyes are wide, surprised and fully dilated as Rachel twirls the katana in front of her.
"Your blood will stain these woods tonight," she repeats before striking.
She's standing over Santana's corpse, Kurt's katana dripping ichor when she hears the jumbled thoughts of Artie crashing through the woods as he rushes toward her, Tina and Quinn behind him.
He stops as sees her, his eyes flickering to the broken body at her feet and then to her face.
You know, this glowing blue-eyed, flowing hair goddess thing is a good look on you. She cracks a smile and looks behind him as Tina and Quinn appear. Tina looks panicked as she stares at Rachel, and drops back, nervous.
"Relax, Tina. I'm not going to bite."
Her voice still sounds strange, and all three look positively terrified of her. She wills herself to calm down, breathing slowly as her anger recedes and the energy swirling around her belly retracts. When she opens her eyes again, she looks like Rachel again with intense brown eyes staring back at them in their minds.
"Nice trick. Please don't do that again," Quinn says nervously.
She grimaces and glances at the body that was the vampire.
"You go, Buffy," Artie quips, tossing a lit match onto it.
"Jesse?" She asks.
"He got away. Sam ran off without an arm and Tina chased after him, I wasn't much help in keeping him down. Artie had his hands full with helping Mike and the brute outside," Quinn says quietly.
"The newborn is still out there," Tina says carefully.
"Brittany?"
Artie's thoughts told her she and the brute were both smouldering fires about a mile away. She nods. They're hiding something.
"Finn?"
"Kurt and Blaine took him and Puck to the hospital," Quinn speaks up. There was a lull to her thoughts and her words. Rachel turns her eyes onto her aunt.
"Quinn, what is it?"
Artie exchanges a look with the blonde and they both sigh. "He's lost too much blood, Rachel. He won't make it through the night."
She closes her eyes and grits her teeth, feeling the energy still swirling in her body, dying to be released. A stray thought from Quinn halts her in her steps as she makes to run to the hospital.
"Please, no," she whispers harshly. Her legs give out and she stumbles to the ground, a few feet away from the smouldering vampire.
Yes, he's been bitten. If he dies this night, he will become vampire.
Energy from her hands seeps into the ground and pushes her to her feet. She ignores the frightened looks of the others and races through the trees towards the hospital, towards Finn, the tether between them weakening.
As she runs, Jesse's cruel laughter echoes in her memory and she pushes herself harder, past the other two smouldering fires and onto the pavement.
Santana was dead.
Finn couldn't die.
He wasn't supposed to. Not like this.
A/N: Um. Yeah. Also, remember I really, really love Santana and Brittany; Jesse, not so much, but, yeah.
Song is Jill Scott - He Loves Me (Lyzel in E Flat)