A/N: I gotta say a big hearty THANK YOU to y'all readers, y'all make this so much fun! And I try not to bite when you PM me with questions or thoughts, but man, most of y'all are smart! Still, I really appreciate this story's following, and how far it's gotten and hopefully, I get to assuage some of your fears because I'm pretty sure some of you guys hate me now, eh? I need to get back to the smut, I really do, and the number of rewrites I've gone thru, just to get back there, y'all wouldn't believe! Warnings for darkness ahead and hopefully I haven't confused y'all with the variety of creative nonsense I've thrown in.

Disclaimer: Glee, not mine, but can you imagine Lea Michele as a succubus?


.: ten

Dread wraps itself around her as she races towards the hospital. All that energy she had gained feeding from Santana fuels her flight as her mind spins with the vampire's false visions mixing with Jesse and Tina's words.

Jesse had known her mother. All this time her father and Quinn had thought Shelby had disappeared when it was Jesse who had killed her. She's never hated someone more, but she was glad he got away. She wants to be the one to find him. She would be the one to kill him. It was a promise she was honour-bound to fulfil.

Her Finn. Santana had bitten him, ravaged his body beyond repair just so she could turn him. The vampire was dead now, yes, but still.

Finn was lying in the hospital. Dying.

She pushes herself harder, trying to push away the heartbreaking images still trying to warp her mind. She stumbles and rolls but gets to her feet, glancing behind her to see Artie coming up close. She pushes off again, fear and anger lending her speed as she runs. She just needs to get to Finn. Because he wasn't allowed to die. He had to be alright. He couldn't just die like that. She's only had him in her life for a few weeks - and she would cross that bridge when she got to it - but she really wants him around for longer than that.

She sees the lights of the emergency room of the hospital just up ahead as Mike sort of materializes from the shadows nearby and grabs onto her bare shoulders, yanking her to a stop.

He's older, more agile and a lot stronger than her and soon he has her smaller body pinned to the ground, his knee at her back with her arms held painfully behind her as the others rush towards them.

"Let. Me. Go!" Her guttural voice snarls. She strains against Mike's hold and almost gets free until he quickly moves his hands from her arms to over her T-shirt, to avoid touching her skin.

"You, my dear, are a whole lot stronger than you look. And very convincing," he grunts as she struggles against him. He starts chanting some Mandarin song in his mind and has to forcibly plant his foot in her back, shoving her to the ground as she bucks and snarls wildly beneath him. He curses lightly and fights harder to keep her down.

"Please little halfling, calm down," he grits his teeth and pulls her hands tighter at her back.

The others hurry towards them and she doesn't understand their hesitation when Artie and Quinn linger back, hovering a few feet away as Mike restrains her from the shadows of the trees. She can hear them, their thoughts cautious as they try out ideas as to what was wrong with her.

"There's nothing wrong with me! Let me go so I can get to Finn!" She snarls again and flexes her shoulders, slightly bucking Mike off her back before he drops quickly onto her again, both knees at her back, holding her head down and her arms stretched behind her. "Fuck, you're strong!"

Tina comes closer and kneels down beside her, shuddering lightly when she touches her cheek, Rachel's eyes flashing as she tries to convince the tiny vampire to tell her mate let her go free.

"Tina," Mike grunts.

"Don't touch her," Quinn warns from behind.

"Rachel. You need to calm down," Mike mutters. She bucks against him again and he redoubles his efforts, gritting his teeth. "Some help here please?"

Artie bends down beside Tina and pulls the other vampire's hand away from Rachel's skin. She stares at Tina, glowing eyes flicking quickly between her and Artie, trying her best to touch their minds.

Let me go. Now. She sounds as frightening in their minds as she did back in the clearing and they both scamper backwards, hurrying away from her in apprehension as Quinn advances.

"What is it?" She asks.

"I don't know, but I'm not sure that's Rachel anymore," Tina whispers.

Her aunt kneels beside her, silver eyes bright in the moonlight and presses her palm to Rachel's cheek. Her body shivers before she sighs and pulls her hand away. She looks back at the others and then back to her on the ground. Rachel's eyes are completely blue as she glares back, using every bit of her gift to convince them to let her go.

Mike is physically the strongest of their group and he's only managed to restrain her only because he's moved his hands from her bare skin.

Rachel snarls again, still trying to get free. Quinn stares at her beseechingly, digging up the grass around Rachel's body in frustration.

"She's giving in to her darkness. The part of her that born from her vampiric nature."

Artie crawls back up beside Rachel, his eyes pleading. "Rachel, I know you're upset, but hon, you need to calm down. Try and relax so we can figure out what to do. We can't just go storming into a hospital. Especially with you looking like this."

He touches her shirt, pulling the ripped straps away to look at her skin.

"Christ. Quinn, she's not healing."

She stares at them, watching them as they hover over her, taking stock of the injuries she never realized she'd gotten during her fight with Santana. They murmur quietly together at the numerous cuts on her arm and legs, bones sticking out on her side. She can't feel the pain though.

She's too angry.

She thrashes against Mike's hold again. He still keeps her pinned down.

She snarls into the dirt.

"Uh, how do we keep her from not going full nova?" Tina asks carefully.

"She needs to feed."

Artie looks at Quinn blankly.

She's about to push her torment out to the people surrounding her when a familiar smell wafts on the light breeze towards them.

"She needs to sate her appetite. Both sides of it."

It's Mercedes who says this, walking shakily from the hospital parking lot towards them, Blaine's eyes sweeping the surrounding darkness as he closely follows behind Kurt who's hurrying after Mercedes. Kurt gasps at the sight in front of him, staring with wide eyes at the vampire sitting on top of Rachel.

"Oh my God, Rachel?! Mike! What are you doing?!"

Kurt bends to help her and Blaine tugs him back from her. "Kurt, wait."

"Why? What's going on? Mike, let her go!" He fumes.

The others ignore him, all eyes on Mercedes as she stands over Rachel.

"What do you mean, both sides?"

Mercedes was still holding her arm carefully in a sling, but the gash on her forehead was almost already healed and her neck was still bandaged. She looks whole and healthy and nothing like someone who just tangoed with (and almost lost to) a vampire. She kneels beside Rachel, wincing at the dhamphyr glaring at her as she struggles against Mikes' hold and gingerly brushes her hair away. Rachel holds her eyes, pleading verbally as well as to Mercedes' mind.

"I need to go. Please."

"I know, baby girl. But you need to stop and think for two seconds. Finn's fine, or as fine as he can be, for now. He's been bitten by Santana. You are hurt. You need to heal. And you can't do that until you calm down," Mercedes says kindly.

"I will once I see him," Rachel insists.

Mercedes sighs and closes her eyes. In her mind, she begs Rachel to calm down. To stop and breathe. She's getting dangerously close to the edge and if she goes over that, getting her back to the Rachel before everything started will be too late.

Finn is lying in that hospital. Right there. Just let me go to him.

Rachel presses her forehead onto the ground, frustrated at her immobility. She needs to get to Finn.

...

She can hear them talking around her.

She stops fighting against Mike, although he still holds her arms to the ground by her side, keeping a careful watch on her. She doesn't speak. She keeps her eyes closed, trying to reach inside her for the tether that links her to Finn. It's barely there, faint, and she has to push herself harder mentally to find him.

His heart is working overtime, trying to push his blood, poisoned with Santana's venom through his veins. But his body was too damaged and the doctors working on him have done their best.

She sets her jaw, counting his heartbeat, trying to match it to hers. Hers is beating three times faster than Finn's. And the longer they stand here and discuss what to do, the slower his gets.

She turns to the group of people standing near her, tuning back into their conversation, ignoring Mike's Mandarin song as he tries to think of everything besides keeping her trapped.

"She's pushed her body beyond a point it's never had to go before. Fighting Santana took a lot out of her, and even though she fed on the vampire before killing her, she's not healing. There's something blocking her, and the worse Finn gets, the more she gives in," Mercedes explains.

She feels all eyes on her and she rolls her shoulders again, silently cursing Mike when he presses back.

"Wait, how do you know all this?" Quinn asks.

Mercedes jerks her chin at Rachel. "Her mother told my grandmother."

"Shelby?" Quinn asks hoarsely. Mercedes nods and looks down, her eyes meeting Rachel's.

"You look so much like her. She didn't leave you because she wanted to. She left to find answers. You're the first of your kind to be born in a very long time. You could talk to your mother from the womb, tell her how you were feeling, you understood her thoughts and even though she was happy, she was scared; no one really knew anything about halflings, if you were dangerous or what. My grandmother understood. She tried to help. She just was too late."

Rachel doesn't respond; she looks up at Quinn who had tears in her eyes.

Mercedes sighs and pushes herself from the ground and Kurt hurries over to help her.

"Rachel needs to feed. And not just on anyone's life essence."

Artie scoffs and shakes his head. "She won't. She's never had blood before."

"I know that. But it's the only way for her to come back from this. And it's the only way to save Finn."

"You guys do know I'm right here, right?" She mutters, glaring up at them.

Artie stares down at her. Are you going to behave?

She scowls at him.

"We need to move," Blaine says, looking around nervously.

There isn't anyone around them for miles, but she can smell dawn approaching and the vampires might want to be inside when the sun does come up. And just in case someone did pass by, explaining a tall guy sitting on top a little girl with glowing blue eyes might be rather interesting.

"And go where? Rachel ripped her front door off its hinges, you live off campus and Mercedes lives in a dorm. My apartment is a fucking mess thanks to that bitch and her hooligan friends," Kurt mutters, his eyes on Rachel.

Artie strides across the street and into a building, the lower floor of a library. He comes back out and hurries back to them.

"There's a lecture room on the ground floor. It's empty and I've disarmed their alarm system. We can wait in there."

She turns her head to him and tries to shrug.

"Sure. Soon as Mike lets me up."

"Long as you can promise to quit fighting and help us figure out a plan." He stares at her, challenging her to disagree, ignoring the silent snarls she projects into his mind.

Fine," she finally grunts.

Artie nods over at Mike and he releases her, stepping away from her and jumping to Tina's side. She ignores their clasped hands and the feeling of completeness as they stand together and gingerly gets to her feet. They watch her warily.

Her side hurts, her legs throbs and her arms feel like they are being wrung from her shoulders. She wipes the dirt from her body, wincing when she bends. Her lip hasn't healed and she probes the tenderness with her tongue, disliking the coppery taste in her mouth. She flourishes towards the library, giving a wistful look towards the hospital towering in the distance.

"Lead the way," she says quietly.

She yearns to go to Finn, to see him for herself, but she resists, fatigue suddenly creeping over her as she leans against the tree.

"No, please. After you." Mike holds his hand towards the library and she cuts her eyes at him, holding her side as she slowly walks into the building. She settles on a chair, watching them intently as one by one they enter after her.

Kurt hovers near the door, wringing his hands as he checks his watch.

"I'm going back to check on Finn. Screw waiting hours, he should be out of surgery by now."

Mercedes nods from beside the door, a heart-wrenching ache gripping her as the image of her boyfriend flashes through her mind. She looks at Rachel and sighs sheepishly.

"Sorry."

"You miss him," she whispers.

Mercedes nods, glancing at Artie as he pulls his shivering girlfriend into his arms. Mike and Tina press their foreheads together and Quinn wraps her arms around herself. She misses Noah, and like Rachel, she wants to go to him too, but she's afraid to go, scared to leave when Rachel was like this.

"Is there a chance you think you could save him? Sam?" She whispers quietly.

She doesn't need to read Mercedes as she hesitates. Sam was already a vampire and on Jesse's side. If they ever ran into him again, he was as good as dead.

"It's the worst thing to imagine, I'm sorry, but he's already gone. I know you love him, and it hurts like a bitch, but Jesse's got his hooks in him now and that asshole needs to die." She stares at the fae, saying the only thing she could think of, even if it means little. "I'm sorry."

Mercedes offers her a wan smile. "You need to rest."

She shakes her head slowly, tiredness coating her aching bones and her body reclines in the chair.

"Can't... Finn-,"

"Will be fine," Mercedes murmurs.

"You can't know that," Rachel whispers hoarsely.

"We fae need to take care of our own. Your body is fighting to heal, now please, try and get some rest."

She tries to argue some more, but she can't. Her eyes slip closed despite her defiance and sleep is actually blissful, except for the occasional images invading her mind of Finn roaring towards her with ruby red eyes as Jesse laughs gleefully from beside him.

...

Kurt and Blaine are back when she jerks awake from her latest nightmare.

Kurt has been crying, his eyes red and nose runny as Blaine and Sugar try to comfort him.

She tries to lift her head, panicking as she takes in his appearance, trepidation creeping over her as she urges her body to react. Her injuries are starting to catch up with her and all the energy she so skillfully portrayed earlier was slowly dissipating as her wounds become more evident and painful.

"How is he?" She manages as Kurt walks over to sit beside her.

"He's still alive, but unconscious. He's lost so much blood-," he hiccups and Blaine is there in the blink of an eye, his hand on Kurt's shoulder. The human nods, and dabs at his eyes with an already soaked handkerchief.

"His body is just a mess," Kurt chokes out. "Both legs and arms and pelvis broken, numerous broken ribs. His neck was shredded, he's all bandages and tubes." He stops and pushes his fingers against his mouth.

Blaine sighs and kneels beside Kurt. "They've given him a blood transfusion, it hasn't washed Santana's venom clean from him, it's there, and he's turning. Slowly."

"No," Kurt gasps.

"That's not supposed to happen," Rachel says, staring at the ceiling.

Finn was supposed to be fine. He was a human, and healthy.

He was supposed to be alright.

She tries to get up again but Mercedes is suddenly by her other side, pushing her back down. "Nuh uh home girl. You're going to start bleeding again and if you make your own injuries worse, what then? Are you going to feed?"

Rachel glares at the fae kin, but she really has little energy left, and if she doesn't feed, she's as good as dead.

Finn.

Her heart breaks at the realization.

He was lying in a hospital bed, unconscious and turning into a vampire while she wasted away because of her own failures. She hates herself for it. She blames herself for Finn getting hurt. Maybe she was better off dead.

"But – but if the vampire who bites him dies, shouldn't he not turn into a vampire anymore?" Sugar asks suddenly, staring at Rachel.

She really doesn't have the heart to answer her, or speak for that matter, its Quinn who does.

"That's a werewolf Sugar, and Hollywood always gets some things wrong most of the time," she says from behind Rachel, her face expressionless as she stares ahead.

Blaine had told her that Noah was fine; few cuts and bruises and a broken arm. He was very much alive. And was still human.

She sees a funny look pass between Tina and Mike before the woman steps forward.

"There's something else. Something you're forgetting," she says quietly. Everyone turns to her.

"Mike changed me because I was dying of cancer. I fell in love with him over time, but still, I owe him my life. Hiram changed Artie because of his broken back in the car accident, even then he knew there was no way he could have survived those injuries. And I'm pretty sure, even in death, Artie is still undeniably loyal to your father."

She looks back at him and Artie is frozen, staring at her as understanding dawns in his mind the same time it does in hers.

"No, no. NO!" She snarls, her body lifting off the chair in rage. She falls back quickly, coughing up blood as the cut in her side and her broken hip open up and burns with pain.

Tina looks back at her with worried eyes, nodding slowly as she meets Rachel's eyes.

You have to turn him.

"WHAT?" She asks horrified.

"What? What?" Quinn and Kurt demand.

"No. Tina. I can't."

"Yes, you can." She kneels beside her and takes Rachel's hand in hers. "I know you don't want to. But you must. If you want to save Finn, you have to do this."

"But I can't!" She growls.

"Can't what?" Kurt hollers, jumping up as he glares between them.

It's Tina who answers, her voice hollow as her words echo in Rachel's mind. "Jesse sired Santana. If Finn dies, and even with Santana dead, he wakes up as Jesse's charge."

Kurt blanches and staggers on his feet.

Blaine's hand tighten on his arms and despite Kurt's reservations, he clings to his ex-boyfriend, his mind spinning with the events of the past three days: his brother's girlfriend was a dhamphyr, his boyfriend was a vampire and now his brother was fighting for his life that would either end in death, or be reborn as something he wasn't exactly sure how he felt about.

He looks up at her wearily. "If you're inside my mind right now, Rachel, I'm sorry. I don't know what else to think, or do." He clutches Blaine's arm tighter, burying his face into the man's chest and cries.

She stares at Kurt, he has someone to comfort him, they all do.

She wishes again that none of this didn't happen: that she hadn't had to kill Santana, that Jesse never wanted to be an egomaniacal fool, that she'd never brought her life anywhere Finn's, that she'd never met him.

But, Tina was right. When Finn wakes up, as a vampire, the first person he would need to find would be Jesse. Damned who was in his way.

They'd either have to kill him before or lose him after. Jesse was still out there, with Sam, biding his time. And if he had Finn with him, there was no way she could fight him.

"Tina, I can't turn anyone."

"Have you ever tried?"

She shakes her head. "I've never had to. I was told I couldn't."

Mercedes puts her good arm around Rachel, looking at Quinn and Artie before sighing. She drops her head and squeezes her eyes closed like what she's about to say is the worst thing she ever needs to say. "The only way for you to be able to turn someone is giving in to the bloodlust. Let your darkness take you."

"Uh, wait a minute. I thought we were trying to keep her darkness at bay? Not welcome it?!" Kurt cries out in horror.

"We were. But Rachel needs to heal. Finn is turning into a vampire as we speak, and he will be loyal to only one, Jesse, and I'm pretty sure that's a bad thing." Mercedes turns back to Rachel. "You can save him, and yourself if you feed from Finn and then turn him."

"I can't." She blinks away hot tears and turns her head from the people all staring at her.

She doesn't want to do this, she can't. How can she? She can't risk losing Finn for good. Kurt loses his brother and the last of his family and Noah loses his best friend.

And she loses a mate.

She squeezes her eyes closed as she tries to block out the thoughts swirling around her. Everybody has an opinion of why she should or should not turn Finn, but besides the other vampires here, she was the best choice, the only choice. Artie, Blaine and Tina had never fed from a human before, and Mike had only done it to save Tina. Sending them in after Finn would be a bad idea, and there was the strong possibility after that first taste there would be no turning back. Besides, she would die before she let any of them feed on him.

She turns around and her eyes meet Quinn's and she hears the question as soon as her aunt fathoms the idea.

When Artie had almost fed on Mercedes in the parking lot that night, through him she was tempted. Now that she was willingly going to drink, and from Finn at that, could she handle it?

"If you can't do this, Rachel. Then we've already lost you both," Mercedes says sadly.

She's almost sure the Sidhe staring at her with knowing eyes is either a mind-reader too, or psychic.

She was thinking the very same thing.

...

"We need to go and get him."

Kurt looks over at Mercedes. 'Get' him?"

"Rachel can't just walk into a hospital like this," she explains.

She paces slowly despite Mercedes' caution. Sitting down and just waiting wasn't working for her. She was agitated, impatient and on edge. This was a bad plan. And it could go wrong very quickly.

Like her walking into a hospital with people in pain and dying.

"I'll go. I'm probably faster and quicker than the others here and I can get Finn out and back here before anyone at the hospital realizes he's gone." Mike pushes off from the wall he leans against and walks over to Tina.

"He's attached to a million monitors and a breathing tube in the ICU!" Kurt snaps. "How're you just going to walk out of the hospital with him?"

Mike smiles tightly. "I'll find a way."

"I can't do this," Kurt murmurs. He throws his hands up in the air and walks away. Blaine follows him, whispering consoling words as Kurt sniffles into his hands. He's terrified, and no matter how he looks at it, he's losing his brother.

I love him, Kurt. And I don't want to lose him. I don't want to hurt you anymore, but I know that I can't live without him.

Kurt turns to face her, his blue eyes swollen and red.

It's the first time she's ever admitted her love for his brother, but there's no other explanation for the intensity of her feelings. She's never felt this strongly about anyone, human or otherwise, and it's nothing like the familial love she has for Quinn and Artie. She needs him to live and it's pretty obvious, he needs her to survive this.

Kurt nods, closing his eyes as he silently prays for his brother to be alright. She's never prayed before, but she echoes his words, just in case.

He turns and nods to Mercedes and Mike, the latter who looks at her with understanding and caution. He stares at her for a long while before kissing his wife softly and running quickly from the room.

"Rachel."

She leans her battered body against a wall and looks at Quinn.

You love him.

She doesn't answer, just closes her eyes and breathes through her nose, ignoring the dull throb in her side as the pain creeps up on her.

It's not too long before she can smell Finn as Mike hurries back with him, his large body secure in his arms. He rushes inside, laying the man's body on three desks pushed together. He's unconscious, his chest moving too slowly as he just lays there.

"Oh God," Kurt hiccups and quickly walks over to his brother's body.

"Step aside Kurt. The quicker Rachel gets this over with, the quicker Finn gets back on his feet," Artie says gently.

Kurt glares at everyone in the room, his gaze lingering on Rachel's. But he steps away, retreating to his spot on the wall as she approaches his brother. She glances quickly at him as he starts repeating three words over and over in his mind. Silently she agrees with him.

Please be OK.

...

She crawls over Finn, staring at his face, at the purpled swelling over his eyebrow and cheeks. His neck is wrapped up, his side and chest taped up with yards of bandages, red seeping through. Both arms were broken, encased in slings and his right leg looks almost shredded.

He looks peaceful asleep, but the scent of Santana's venom and the smell of death lingers around him.

"What do I do?" She trails a finger over an expanse of skin, too hot to her touch.

"Just go by instinct," Artie murmurs. "Listen."

She does. His heart sounds like its pumping something thick and viscous, it sounds wrong and too slow.

She runs her fingertips lightly over his jaw and she's devastated at the absence of the tingles that usually comes when they touch.

"Try not to kill him? You save him and save yourself. That's the plan," Kurt mutters nervously.

She turns to him and smiles thinly, slowly putting her finger to her lips to silence him. He narrows his eyes at her and clutches Blaine's hand tighter.

She turns back to Finn, his features relaxed in unconsciousness and slowly tugs the bandage from his neck. The skin there is ugly and red, jagged lines marring one side where the vampire had attacked him. She turns his neck to the other side, bloody but unmarked.

She presses her lips to his neck, feeling the faint pulse under her tongue. She squeezes her eyes closed and focuses her mind on what she needs to do. Something clicks inside her, her body automatically responding and she sinks her teeth into warm flesh, a terrific sensation erupting over her tongue as sweet nectar flows into her mouth. She purrs at the taste, her body humming pleasantly as she drinks. She can taste Finn's essence, in his blood, flowing into her with every pull she makes. Her body feels light and energized, her wounds seemingly reknitting themselves.

Artie moans and makes a step towards her, and Sugar reaches out a hand to hold him back. Kurt and Mercedes stand in front of Mike and Tina with Kurt's katana as they too react to the smell of fresh blood dripping from her lips. She looks up and growls at the vampires, blue eyes flashing dangerously as she glares at them.

Mine! She snarls her claim in their minds and they stop, frozen by her mental command.

She bends her head to feed again, lapping at the ambrosia pulsing from Finn's throat. It was delicious, heavenly, and she doesn't know why she's never tried it before. She wasted too much time trying to fight her bloodlust when she could have simply, given in. Her nipples harden against his skin, heat spreading through her, pooling between her legs.

Her hands on Finn's face start glowing a faint blue and she lifts her eyes to meet Quinn's, the woman's breathing increasing as she watches, reacting to her feeding. The succubus' eyes start to glow and Rachel turns a slow, predatory smile towards the humans watching her.

It's erotic, she knows. Finn's life force flowing from him to her, mixed with his blood, it was the most incredible feeling ever. Better than the powerful orgasms he'd given her.

"Shit. Rachel. Whatever the fuck you're doing, please hurry," Kurt whines. Blaine was panting in desire and want as he flattens himself against a wall, onyx eyes staring at the redness staining Finn's bandages.

She ignores them, pressing her lips to pull harder from the wound on Finn's neck, his body slack and pliant beneath her fingers.

She's not finished yet.

"Remember why you're doing this," Mercedes calls out. Rachel's eyes find hers, a shudder running down her spine when they meet.

She blinks lazily at Mercedes and frowns.

Tina whimpers.

She pauses when she can't feel the steady thrum of Finn's heartbeat, the out of sync thuds sounding faint and fading. Unbothered, she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand then looks at Kurt who was staring with wide eyes at his brother's still, unconscious body on the desk.

She smiles cruelly, her eyes flashing as she locks her gaze unto Kurt's then presses her teeth to Finn's neck again.

He screams suddenly, briefly resurfacing to consciousness as his hands try uselessly to push her away. She grips him tighter, tasting his blood now clean from Santana's infection. It would be easy to keep drinking, to quench this newfound thirst rolling around inside her. This blood is delicious, and she doesn't want to stop, all it would take is a few more pulls, to drain the human in her arms completely.

Her arousal shudders through her, moistness pooling between her legs as she anticipates the inevitability of her first human kill.

"Rachel!" Mike screams at her and she whips her eyes to his. He glares darkly at her and shakes his head once.

She frowns at him then growls quietly in frustration. She doesn't want to be interrupted. Something sparks in the back of her mind and her body starts to vibrate, that deadly part of her warring with the warm tether that links her heart to Finn's.

She mewls in impatience and confusion.

She was supposed to turn him. Finn.

There's a new taste in her mouth as she acknowledges this. A bitter-sweetness that flows from her mouth into the wound she made in Finn's neck. He chokes out a groan, his heartbeat speeding up as her own essence trickles into his bloodstream. She pushes more into him, finally pulling away when the hand pushing against her falls away to flop onto the desk. She kisses the wound softly and reluctantly pulls away. Finn collapses onto the table, his heart stuttering lightly before starting to beat faster than a hummingbird's wing.

She swings her legs over the side, daintily hops off the table and flits over to Kurt, curving her palm around his cheek, slowly running her tongue over her lips. "Your brother was delicious."

"Yea, well, I'm not on the menu," he snaps, slapping her hand away.

"Oh yeah?" She wraps her fingers around his neck, shoving him hard against the wall. His pulse throbs nervously beneath her fingertips and she only has to tilt his neck to the side and lower her head to feast.

Blaine growls and yanks her away from Kurt, shoving her into the chairs. Gracefully, she gets up and blurs over to him, grabbing him by the shirt and flinging him into a wall. Stunned, he slumps against it.

Kurt screams and runs to his side, looking back at Rachel with fearful eyes.

She walks over and crouches down beside them, patting the vampire's cheek. "Don't ever do that again, lover boy."

Mike and Tina grab her arms, pinning her against the wall as Mercedes and Sugar hover around Finn.

"Really, again with this?" She snarls, eyes flashing fire as she scowls at them.

She rolls her shoulder and frees her hands effortlessly, shoving them away from her, smirking at the ripples of fear that washes over them. She pushes away from the wall, suddenly wavering on her feet before her knees give out. She grabs her chest and moans, her heart suddenly beating a mile a second.

"What's happening to her?!" Kurt shrieks.

Quinn and Artie hurry over to her and she waves them away, attempting to get to her feet. She topples over onto the ground instead, hitting her head hard. They turn her over on her back, lifting her quickly as Tina pushes over another desk towards them.

Her head spins, lights dancing behind her eyes, her chest and head throbbing.

"What's wrong? What's going on?" Quinn's voice sounds hollow like she's walking through a tunnel a thousand miles away.

Through half-lidded eyes she sees Mercedes hovering by her head. She strokes Rachel's cheek and her eyes flutter closed.

"Finn -,"

She's vaguely aware of Quinn and Artie questioning Mercedes again. The fae's voice sounds faint as she explains.

"She just sired her soulmate. While he changes, she'll sleep."

She tries to look over at Finn, but her head feels like it's encased in lead. She closes her eyes, the frantic beating of Finn's heart pulling her into unconsciousness.


A/N: Nobody died. See? But really, it's not over yet. That was the easy part.