Chapter 11

It's been ten days. Ten days of only catching quick glimpses of Quinn in the hallways. Ten days without as much as a nod from the blond vampire and Rachel couldn't take it anymore. She found that without her daily encounters with the vampire, she spends a lot more time thinking about her, imagining what would have been said if they had met during the day. And frankly, Finn's increased clinginess has annoyed her to no end.

That is why, at this moment, Rachel is standing on the doorstep to Quinn's house, trying to decide if this is what she really wanted to do. After a minute, Rachel realizes that she desperately wants to see Quinn, so without further hesitation she knocks firmly on the door.

Russell opens the door and upon seeing the small girl, a smile appears on his face, "Hello Rachel, what a pleasant surprise. How are you doing?"

"Very well sir and yourself?" Rachel responds politely.

"I am doing wonderfully. I suspect you're here to see Quinn." Rachel nods her head, Russell motions for Rachel to come inside, and then closes the front door. "Quinn you have a visitor."

"Be right there," Quinn shouts from somewhere upstairs. Russell exits the foyer, leaving Rachel to wait for Quinn.

While waiting, Rachel turns around to admire the house; the last time she was there, she didn't really have a chance to actually see it. She admires the Victorian design and furnishings; she wonders how long they've actually owned some of them. The sound of someone clearing their throat interrupts her thoughts. She turns around and sees Quinn staring at her.

Quinn walks a little closer to Rachel, "I thought we decided-"

"You decided," Rachel says interrupting Quinn.

Quinn only shakes her head, "Well I thought that we had an understanding," she says now standing directly in front of Rachel.

Rachel looks down coyly, "I know but…I had to see you," she says and looks Quinn in the eye.

"If Finn finds out, the outcome could be…irrevocable to say the least."

"I assure you Quinn; Finn does not suspect a thing. I made sure of it," Rachel says.

"So you care about my well-being," Quinn says slyly.

"Yes, I do" Rachel says. Quinn does not expect the straightforward answer, but she smiles anyway.

"Alright, come on," Quinn says as she takes Rachel's hand and leads her up to her room. Rachel looks around at the very large bed covered in a burgundy duvet; 'no surprise there' she thinks. She sees a desk in the corner, a laptop sitting on the bed, and also a pair of glass that are haphazardly placed beside it. Quinn closes the door behind Rachel slowly.

"Make yourself comfortable," Quinn says as she closes the laptop, places it on her desk, and sits against the headboard of her bed.

Rachel takes her jacket off and drapes it across a nearby chair; then she drops her bag. She walks over to the bed and straddles Quinn. Quinn's surprise is evident even though she rests her hands on Rachel's waist.

"Someone's feeling bold tonight," Quinn teases and Rachel blushes, "See, that's what I'm used to seeing. What's made you so assertive?"

"I don't know," Rachel admits, wrapping her arms around Quinn's neck, "You said to make myself comfortable, and I thought that I'm most comfortable when I'm in your arms," Rachel says while playing with the fine hairs on the back of Quinn's neck.

Quinn leans in and kisses Rachel slowly. Rachel sighs at the feeling of Quinn's lips against hers. She pushes herself against Quinn's body, reveling in the feeling of being kissed so thoroughly. Then Quinn pulls her lips from Rachel's and buries her head in Rachel's neck. She inhales deeply embracing the scent of Rachel's perfume and blood. Rachel kisses her head and hugs her tightly.

"I've missed you," Quinn says into Rachel's neck.

"I thought we had an understanding," Rachel says with a smirk.

"That doesn't mean that I can't miss you," Quinn says as she hugs Rachel tightly, feeling that the girl would disappear if she were to let her go. "You have no idea how hard it is to stay away from you."

"I think I have a pretty good idea," Rachel replies.

The two just sit like that for a while, just holding on to each other until Quinn finally raises her head and looks Rachel in the eye.

"I've done a lot of bad things," Quinn says, "I've…killed people…too many to count. I may not be the same person I was back then, but I am still capable of doing the same things, if not even more. When I look at you, I see someone who's pure and innocent, and I can't shake the feeling that I'm tarnishing you in some way."

Rachel is taken aback by Quinn's sudden openness, "Why are you telling me all of this?"

"Because I know that what I feel for you will never go away. In two hundred years, when you're long gone and I'm still here, I will still feel for you. When I think about that time when I'd have no choice but to be without you, I try to tell myself well, I can just turn her so that we can be together forever…but I won't make that choice for you. I wouldn't wish this life for you. I won't take your dreams away out of selfishness. So, in a way, keeping my distance was like a preview of the future and now seeing you again, I just want you…all of you," Quinn says genuinely.

"Quinn, that's a lot to take in," Rachel says getting off of her and sitting beside her on the bed, "how can you feel so deeply when our knowledge of each other doesn't go deeper than face value things?"

"I was turned against my will," Quinn says suddenly. "When I was…younger I was different than most girls my age. They all just wanted to learn how to sew, to clean, to cook, so that they would be able to find a husband and have children. I didn't want those things…but I loved my mother. She wanted those things for me and I would do anything for her."

"One day I was leaving the store and I heard someone calling my name. It was Russell. He told me that he could make it so that I wasn't miserable; that I could have the power to do anything I wanted; that all I had to do was become his child. But I was my mother's child, so naturally I told him to fuck off. But then he grabbed me and I felt this sharp pain in my neck; then I just felt weak. I felt myself dying," she says and few tears escape her eyes.

"Almost immediately after feeling that, I felt a warm liquid falling into my mouth; it took me a moment to realize that it was blood. He told me that one day I would be grateful of the new life he'd given me; that I would live to see times change and enjoy what a perpetual future holds. Then I passed out. When I had woken up a few days later, I was in a house that I'd never seen before and in town that I'd never been to before either."

"I found Russell and he told me that it was best that we relocate because the locals were getting suspicious…then he told me that I could never go back; that I could never see my mother again. And I lost it. I wanted to kill him," Quinn says in an almost growl and Rachel grabs onto her hand, "I tried to, but he was and is still far stronger than I am. He didn't hurt me much; he just left me alone to accept it. For years, I resented him and I defied him. I ignored his pleas for me to let him help me with my newfound strength, powers...hunger. I think I killed hundreds of people in a matter of months. I was a monster," she says looking Rachel in the eye. Rachel begins to shake her head, but Quinn hurriedly gets off of the bed.

"You don't understand. I am a monster. I may have better control over my hunger now, but back then I murdered people. I wasn't just doing it for sustenance; I was doing it to spite Russell. Hoping that if he saw how out of control I was, he would have mercy and kill me. But that never happened, so eventually I surrendered to what he wanted; I let him teach me about myself and how to control the hunger. When I was in control of my powers and my senses, that's when I found out. I had always kept a sort of memory of what my mother smelt like, and one day I searched for her scent until I found her. She was dying," upon hearing this Rachel got off the bed and quickly wrapped her arms around Quinn.

"I went to her and she told me how much she missed me; how much she looked for me; how she thought that I was just a dream because I looked just like she remembered. I told her that I could help her, that she could live. She said why would she want to live when she could die and be in heaven with me forever? I cried. I cried because I felt guilty that my mom had to live all of these years thinking that her daughter was dead; that all she could look forward to was reuniting with her when she died herself. I tried to tell her that I had died and that I was not in heaven; that I was doomed to walk this earth forever, but I didn't have enough time. She told me that she loved me and then she died."

"After my mother died, I couldn't kill another innocent person. I tried, but I looked into their eyes and I saw my mother's. I thought 'I could never do this to her', so I would let them go. But then I came across the…scum of the human race; murderers, molesters, rapists….I killed any and all that I could find. I looked into their eyes and saw nothing but a waste of life, so I took theirs. I thought that in a way I was repaying a debt to the world, exchanging all of the lives that I've taken for ones that I could save by killing these people."

"For the longest time, I've hated who I am. I've wanted to die. I thought about just watching the sunrise one last time, long before I was able to withstand it like I can now. But I could never go through with it. I would sit until I burned, but then I would find myself being pulled back into the safety of the dark. I didn't know what was pulling me…then one day, many years later, I smelled the most intoxicating scent I've ever come across," Quinn says this as she places her hands on both sides of Rachel's face, "That was the first day I saw you." Quinn says as she brushes her thumbs across Rachel's soft skin, "I realized that I was waiting for you."

Rachel leaned up and kissed Quinn softly, feeling a wetness slide down her face; it is then that Rachel realizes she was crying too, "I don't know what to say, Quinn. I understand that you are the way you are because of losing the one person you loved the most. You've killed people, but I think now you have more sympathy for humans. You've changed. I know you wouldn't hurt anyone just for the hell of it; you haven't hurt me."

"But you're different," Quinn says, "I could never bring myself to hurt you."

"I know, but I also know that you wouldn't hurt anyone else," Rachel says, "that isn't you anymore."

"Why are you so sure of that?"

"Because when I look into your eyes, I see the good in you. I see someone who only means to protect those who can't protect themselves, someone who has a heart, and someone who feels just like everyone else."

Quinn, looks downs, and when she looks up her eyes are glowing yellow and her fangs are slightly visible, "What about now? What do you see when you look at me now?"

"I see…a vampire; a vampire that has done bad things, but grieves for her mistakes. I see a vampire who couldn't hurt an innocent person, I see a vampire…that I can see myself being with; that I know can make me very happy," Rachel says and then leans up to kiss Quinn. Quinn begins to kiss her back slowly and parts her lips just enough for Rachel to slip her tongue inside. Rachel can feel Quinn's sharp fangs with her tongue and is careful not to be too rough. Soon Rachel doesn't feel the fangs anymore, so she slowly separates her lips from Quinn's. Quinn's eyes have returned to normal and she looks more vulnerable than Rachel has ever seen her.

"Do you really mean that," Quinn asks shakily.

"Every word," Rachel says confidently.

Rachel takes Quinn's hand and leads her back over to her bed. Rachel sits on the edge and scoots backwards up to the headboard, pulling Quinn along who hovers above her. She rests her head against the pillow and holds Quinn's face in her hands. She leans up to kiss her and as Quinn lowers herself she falls in between Rachel's parted legs.

The kissing becomes more feverish and needy, as the need for air goes ignored. Rachel wraps her legs around Quinn's waist and whimpers at the contact. Rachel begins trailing kisses down Quinn's neck as she runs her hands travel to the bottom of her shirt. When Quinn feels Rachel's hands slip under her shirt, she subconsciously rocks her body into Rachel, eliciting a small whimper. Upon feeling Quinn rocking into her, Rachel stops kissing her neck and lies back down on the bed, still holding on to Quinn.

"Is this okay?" Quinn asks.

Rachel's mouth is getting dryer by the second, so she only nods her head in response. Quinn leans down and brushes her lips firmly against Rachel as she continues to rock into her at a slow pace. Rachel's hands begin to dig into Quinn's skin because she's overwhelmed with the excitement building up inside of her. Rachel clutches the end of Quinn's shirt and begins to lift it up. Quinn stops kissing her and looks into Rachel eye's to see what she wants without having to ask. Seeing Rachel's breath hitch every time she moves and her chest rise and fall as she tries to regulate her breathing spurs her on. Quinn raises herself and removes her shirt, leaving her in only a black bra. Rachel caresses her abs as Quinn begins to lean down against Rachel. Rachel pushes her slightly up and sees the confused look on Quinn's face. Before she can say anything, Rachel relieves herself of her shirt and then pulls Quinn back down to the bed with her.

Rachel kisses Quinn passionately and runs her finger through her hair; she grabs onto it trying to pull Quinn as close as she can possibly get. Quinn begins to rock harder and Rachel's moans become more drawn out. One of her hands move down to Rachel's ass and grips it tightly. She uses her grips to force Rachel's center to meet hers with each grind. The sensation makes Rachel's moans grow in volume and it's becoming increasingly difficult for Quinn to stop herself from taking Rachel right this instant.

Soon Quinn's rocking slows down and she says, "We need to stop."

Rachel looks up at Quinn, who is now only resting in between her legs, and begins to play with the ends of Quinn's hair. She looks slightly nervous then she says, "I want…" but she stops and bites her bottom lip.

Quinn is confused at Rachel's sudden sheepish behavior, "What do you want," she asks softly.

"I want you to…bite me," Rachel says slowly, averting her gaze from Quinn's.

"I told you it means that-," Quinn starts.

"I remember what it means," Rachel says and shyly looks at Quinn.

Quinn shakes her head, "You have no idea how bad I want to taste you, but I won't mark you." After hearing this Rachel's hands drop from Quinn's hair and she looks away from her.

"I can't bring myself to claim you as mine," Quinn starts, "when you're not. I'm not even sure where your heads at after everything that just happened."

"What if I want to be?" Rachel asks nervously, as she turns to face Quinn, but not look her in the eyes.

"To be what?" Quinn asks nudging Rachel to look at her.

"To be yours," Rachel says, "What if I told you that I'm going to break up with Finn?"

"Then we can wait until you have," Quinn replies somewhat begrudgingly because all she wants to do is make Rachel hers regardless of Finnept's place in Rachel life. But she knows that that moment when she can have Rachel all to herself will be that much more satisfying when Finn is completely out of the picture.

"Ok, ok we'll wait," Rachel agrees reluctantly. "Does this mean that we aren't allowed to do other things until I break up with Finn?"

Quinn raises her eyebrows, "what other things?"

Rachel leans up and places a chaste kiss on Quinn's lips then she whispers in her ear, "I want you to make love to me."

Quinn swallows loudly upon hearing this confession. She can hear Rachel's heart beating in her ears and she can smell Rachel's arousal; she is completely and utterly speechless.

"Would you do that for me?" Rachel asks huskily in Quinn's ear, who can only nod in response.

"Good to know," Rachel says as she lightly pushes Quinn off of her and gets off of the bed to retrieve her shirt. Quinn sits on the bed in a haze of arousal and confusion. After Rachel puts her shirt on she says, "I know that we have an understanding, but I expect to see you Friday night because you are taking me on a date."

"I am?" Quinn asks and Rachel shoots her a look, "Right, I am. Does Friday at 8 sound good?"

"Perfect," Rachel says with a smile. She puts her coat on and grabs her bag. She walks over to the bed and kisses Quinn on her cheek, "See you on Friday," she says as she exist the bedroom.

-break-

It's Thursday night and Quinn is pacing back and forth in the study. She has no clue where to take Rachel and she's slightly freaking out. The last thing she wants to do is disappoint Rachel by taking her somewhere she doesn't want to go or somewhere that bores her to death. Its' been so long she's actually been on a date, she doesn't even know where to start. It's not hard to get a girl into bed with her, but she realizes that it is damn hard to date one.

"What's gotten you so…shaken," Russell asks from the door.

"I'm not shaken," Quinn says defiantly.

"Right, because pacing back and forth for nearly half an hour just screams 'I have everything under control,'" Russell says as he enters the study and sits on his armchair. "What troubles you my child? I'm assuming that it has something to with a certain Ms. Berry."

With a sigh Quinn drops into the desk seat, "I don't know what to do. I'm supposed to be taking her out on a date, but I have no idea where to take her."

"I'm sure wherever you take her, she will love; it's not the place Quinn, it's the company."

'The company,' Quinn repeats to herself internally. "So you're saying that she won't care what we do as long as she's with me?" Quinn asks to clarify.

"That, my child, is exactly what I'm saying," Russell says with a proud smirk on his face.

Quinn thinks about it for a second, but then she bursts out, "I can't just take her anywhere. I have to take her somewhere perfect."

"Calm down, Quinn," Russell says as he gets up; resolved to the fact that getting through to Quinn is much too difficult. "How about you take her to a place that's special to her, or that's special to you." He kisses Quinn lightly on her forehead and leaves the room.

Quinn sits down in Russell's armchair and sinks into its comfort. She thinks for a while until it finally hits her; she knows exactly where to take Rachel.