Skipping A Beat
Chapter 11: The Story
Santana
Santana was drunk. After the day she had with Quinn, she needed to lose the thoughts swirling in her mind. She had lost sense of time, but she knew a few hours had to have passed when Isabella came strolling in with her backpack. Santana threw her a tipsy smile and offered her the bottle of bourbon that had previously been cradled in her arms.
"Thirsty, sister?" Santana inquired.
"Parched," Isabella whispered under her breath.
"Then take a swig, peachy."
Her twin walked up to her where she was perched haphazardly on the couch. She felt her sisters judgemental gaze scan her face before she grabbed the bottle from her fingers. She swished the contents around before bringing it to her lips and taking a small sip. Santana couldn't help the laugh that escaped when she started choking.
"That's horrible," Isabella exclaimed.
"That's liquor, which is beautiful."
"You're drunk, Santana. I think you should take it easy."
"Careful, Iz. It almost sounds like you care."
"I do, Sa-"
Santana was on her feet in a second, pinning her sister to the wall by her throat.
"Don't lie to me and say you care about me. You don't care. You've never fucking cared," Santana's voice was barely more than a snarl at this point.
"How could you possibly think that?" Isabella choked out.
Santana released her throat and whirled around.
"Because of what you did. Do you think I can forgive you? Get over that?"
"Don't act like you're innocent," Isabella was pissed. "It's your fault she's dead!"
"It's your fault I'm dead!" Santana screamed.
"You would have died a long time ago without me, bitch!"
"I'm a fucking monster because of you!"
Santana couldn't handle anymore of her sister. She all but flew to her room, throwing her dresser into the wall. She watched as it shattered into pieces, shards of wood splintering all over the floor.
She calmed down and looked around, realizing what she'd done. She walked over to the mess she'd created and bent down, picking up a piece of the wood. It wasn't the perfect size and shape of a stake, but it was close enough. It would do the job. It would kill her, finally end the life that should have been extinguished naturally centuries ago. It would right a wrong in the world.
Santana's thoughts shifted. She found herself instead thinking of Quinn Fabray, the exact spitting image of her first love. Except they were different, Quinn and Charlie. Charlie hadn't been true, she was the very picture of dishonesty. The games she played were intended to hurt, to kill those who she chose to toy with that day. There had been a lot of those days for Santana. But then there was Quinn, who was so pure and decent and honest and wholesome. Her soul was too precious to be muddied up by Santana's darkness.
She watched as dark specks appeared on the chunk of wood held in her palms. Tears. It had been a long time since she had been capable of crying. So long since she had allowed herself that luxury, that freedom, that weakness. It felt good, but it killed her all the same. She was not crying for the life she lost, she was crying for the life she could never have, and the girl she could never claim.
Quinn
Quinn was anxious as she walked into her first period class the next day. She was surrounded by hundreds of people, but had never felt more alone. She immediately saw her favorite pair of twins. Despite them sitting next to each other, she could feel they were miles apart. Her eyes traveled to her best friend who was sitting in her seat speaking animatedly to some weird short girl with brown hair. She stopped in the doorway, her uncertainty making it difficult to take her seat.
"Excuse me," a small voice sounded from behind her.
She stepped out of the way of the quiet boy trying to get into the room. When she looked back up, she was met with two pairs of identical eyes staring at her. She sighed and made her way to her desk, sitting down and keeping her gaze forward.
"Quinn," a voice said from behind her.
She sighed and turned around, her eyes skipping between the twins despite knowing it was Santana who had spoken her name.
"Yes, Santana?" she responded quietly.
"Can we talk after this class? Same place?" she inquired.
Quinn was reluctant to agree, especially since she knew Isabella was listening to their conversation.
"Sure," she finally said.
Santana's smile made her heart soar until she saw the look on Isabella's face. She couldn't meet her eyes.
After class she attempted to make the same exit as the day before, but her plans were squashed when her wrist was caught in slender fingers as she tried to follow Santana out. She turned to face the other twin who clearly had something to say.
"I'll make it quick," Isabella said.
Santana stopped and looked to be about to intervene when Quinn held her finger up, pointing to the ceiling. The girl clearly understood that she was being told to wait for her upstairs, she turned on her heel without a word.
"Yes?" she asked.
"I got you this," Isabella said, holding up a necklace. "May I?"
Quinn felt uncertain about accepting it, the mixed signals she had received yesterday still had her all off balance. The pleading look in the brown eyes in front of her made her decide to not question it further for the moment. She finally nodded and allowed the girl to clasp the jewelry around her neck.
"Thank you," she said.
"I think we should talk," Isabella requested.
"We can later, I have to speak with your sister right now."
Isabella looked hurt and uncertain, but Quinn couldn't bring herself to comfort her. Not after she had abandoned her after their kiss yesterday.
Quinn gave her a quick smile before turning to the door and entering the bustling hallway. Her heart picked up speed the closer she got to the secluded bathroom. She stood outside the door for a moment to steel herself before entering.
Santana was sitting on the sink counter, her legs hanging over the edge and kicking her feet restlessly. Quinn found her adorable in that moment. Santana watched her as she locked the door again before making her way over to the sinks, hopping up beside her.
"Hey," Santana said quietly.
"Hi," Quinn replied, offering the girl a small smile.
"I'm sorry about yesterday. Seeing you with her set me off, but I shouldn't have assumed anything. I guess I just couldn't handle the thought of you being with her."
Santana brought her hand to Quinn's face and brushed a stray lock of blonde hair from her eyes. Her fingers lingered on her face, trailing down her jaw gently.
"Santana," she whispered.
"I have to tell you something, Q."
"You can tell me anything, San."
"I've done bad things in my life, and it eats at me inside. I've spent ages hating myself, hating who I am, hating what I've done. I want to die every day. I spent a lot of days trying to end it all, finally finishing what should never have been. But I never could, and I think it's because of you. This may sound crazy, but I think destiny brought us together. I think my purpose in this life is to be there for you, any way you need me. Whether it be a friend, a protector, maybe even something more. I want to be something more."
Quinn couldn't find the words, she couldn't begin to understand what she was feeling.
"San.."
Santana
"You don't need to say anything, Q." Santana whispered. "I need to tell you something. I need you to not freak out or run away from me."
"I would never."
She could see the compassion and trust on her companion's face, something she savored in its final moments. She knew it would disappear once her next words left her mouth.
"Many years ago I met someone that was something else. Charlie. She made us feel like we were special to her, but she was using us. Both of us." Santana had to blink back the tears, not being able to look up at Quinn's face. "She would have me in her bed one night, and Isabella the next. She made us forget that she was doing more than just having sex with us those nights. Charlie was not human though, she was more than that."
Santana looked up to gauge Quinn's reaction, all she saw was curiosity and seriousness.
"What was she?"
"A vampire. Little did we know, she was biting us and then giving us her blood. The exchange wouldn't do anything unless we died. It was all fun and games for her. Until we did. It was an unforgiving time back then. When word got out that Isabella and I were homosexuals who were protecting a vampire, we didn't stand a chance. We couldn't remember everything she did to us, so we didn't believe what they were saying. Our father gave us up to the town, told them to punish us as they saw fit. They killed us after they burned her in the town church. They didn't know we had consumed her blood. Even we didn't know that. So when we died, we didn't really die. When we awoke, there was this hunger. It controlled us, it killed us. We were dying of starvation at an accelerated pace. After we woke we remembered everything she had forced us to forget. I remembered that she was a vampire. I didn't want to be like her, I didn't want to be a monster. We had two choices: we could die from hunger; or we could drink from a human and the transformation would be complete. Isabella..she was different back then. The hunger got the better of her, she wanted to drink, but I didn't. She didn't want to do it without me, she didn't want to be alone. Isabella brought back a young girl from town. I recognized her, I had grown up with her. She drank from the girl, and she became drunk off of her, drunk with power. The blood made her strong, and in my weakened state I wasn't a match. She forced me to drink. She thought she had saved my life, but she had ended it."
Santana looked up at Quinn for the first time since she began her story. There was a blank expression on the blondes face. She couldn't read it, and it terrified her.
"I want to believe you, San," she finally spoke.
"Then believe me."
"Vampires don't exist."
Santana didn't want to scare the girl, but she was desperate to get her to understand. To show her proof.
"Don't be scared, Q." she warned.
Santana attempted to look as unthreatening as possible as she extended her fangs, knowing the skin around her eyes was going to become dark and veiny. She watched as Quinn's eyes widened and her face contorted in horror. She felt an overwhelming shame in herself for what she was, the fact that she could cause such fear in the girl she wanted to protect. Santana quickly retracted her fangs and crossed the bathroom to get as far from the blonde as possible.
"I didn't mean to scare you, I am so sorry Quinn. I would never hurt you." she whispered.
They were silent for several minutes. Santana was giving her time to process everything. As the clock ticked Quinn's heartbeat slowed down to a more natural pace.
It was hard to surprise a vampire, but she was startled when Quinn was suddenly in front of her. She had been so lost in thought she hadn't noticed the girl had crossed the room to her. Their eyes locked as the blonde pressed her palm to the Latina's cheek gently. Santana's lips parted, and Quinn slid her thumb to her bottom lip before slipping it over her teeth and rubbing it over the tip of one of her mostly-hidden fangs. It looked like a regular canine when inattentive.
"This is unreal," Quinn whispered as she removed her thumb. "Do you...kill people?"
"No. I did. I have. But I haven't in a long time. I occasionally drink from a human, but I make them forget and I never take much. I mostly drink from blood bags. Before you ask, Isabella doesn't even drink human blood, she drinks from animals. It's disgusting."
"How do you make them forget?" Quinn asked.
"It's a vampire trick called compulsion. It allows us to alter human thoughts, make them forget things, or think things, or do things. It's convenient. There's only one thing that can prevent compulsion. Vervain. If drank, or hidden on your person, you can't be influenced by compulsion. If a vampire touches vervain directly it hurts us, badly. I've had the misfortune of drinking it before. It was what I imagine battery acid feels like when a human drinks it."
Quinn seemed to be deep in thought, but she quickly drew her attention back to Santana.
"I have so many questions," Quinn said.
Santana's face dropped and she tried to avoid her gaze.
"Quinn, I have to make you forget," she whispered.
"No! Why? I believe you! I'm not going to tell anybody."
"Because as much as I hate Isabella, it is not just my secret to tell."
"She's not going to mind."
"Quinn, please. This is hard enough. It's dangerous for you to know. I just needed to know how you would react, how you would feel about me once you knew. I'm sorry."
Santana felt her eyes well up, she had to blink back the tears threatening to fall. She met the girl's eyes and prepared to make Quinn forget.
"Wait!"
"Quinn-"
"Wait. One second. Please."
"What do you need, Q?"
Quinn cupped Santana's face gently, then brought their faces close, their lips just a breath apart. She leaned forward and pressed their lips together for a moment before they parted. Their eyes met before Santana lunged forward and brought their lips back together again for another chaste kiss. She didn't have time to properly gauge her reaction because Quinn shoved their mouths back together much more aggressively. She tangled her fingers in thick dark hair and licked into her mouth cautiously.
Santana encouraged the bold move, letting their tongues slide together in a sensual rhythm. Santana moved her palms to cup Quinn's face, quickly releasing the girl of her ponytail as the blonde slid her hands down the dark skinned girls body slowly until they came to a rest on her hips. A low moan escaped from one of them, quickly followed by a groan from the other.
Santana picked her up, letting Quinn's legs wrap around her tightly then set her back down on the sink counter. She traced the girl's exposed thighs up until she met her Cheerios skirt, stopping due to uncertainty on how far they were about to go.
Mid-Chapter Authors Note: This part is M, not into it? Don't read. Another Mid-Chapter Authors Note will let you know when it's over!
Quinn grabbed Santana's hand in her own and pushed it under her lace panties into her wet heat. Her breath hitched as she left Santana's hand down there on its own to explore as she pleased. Once the initial surprise wore off she slid two fingers into the girl, swallowing her low moans.
Quinn broke the kiss, unable to keep up with Santana's skilled tongue at that moment. The latina made use of her mouth and brought it to her friends neck, sucking on her pulse point carefully as her fangs extended.
"More," Quinn hissed.
Santana complied, pushing another finger into the girl's hot center and adding her thumb to the mix, flicking her clit with unnatural speed. Every thrust had the girl yelping in pleasure and digging her nails into her lover's back. Santana allowed her teeth to gently scrape the girls sensitive vein on her neck, a low hum vibrating her mouth around the blonde's flesh. Within seconds the combined stimulation of the digits sliding inside her, her clit being rolled expertly, her neck being nourished, and the sheer carnal desire and passion flowing between them she was pushed over the edge into the most intense orgasm Quinn had had to date. Not that it was saying much since she had only gotten off from her own hand before, none of her past lover's able to get her to that point.
Quinn's body shook as she panted heavily, the ecstasy sending tremors up her spine and down to her toes. Her eyes were still tightly sealed, and she couldn't stop whimpering from the sensation of clenching around still actively moving digits. Her walls were being scratched against and stretched in the most exquisite of ways causing her orgasm to last much longer than usual.
Quinn finally licked her swollen lips and cracked her eyes open, grabbing Santana's hand and pulling her fingers out slowly. Santana searched her hooded, dark eyes for a sign that she didn't regret the unexpected step they took. She got her answer when the girl slowly sucked two of the fingers that had been inside her into her mouth, cleaning them carefully.
Santana bit her lip and moaned, not being able to help clenching her thighs together in arousal. The blonde offered up her last finger, Santana quickly took it into her mouth and cleaned that one herself, revelling in the taste of the girl.
Mid-Chapter Authors Note: end of sex scene!
"Well that was.." Quinn began, voice shaking from the aftershocks of her orgasm. "So so good. I guess centuries of being a young, hot lesbian allows time for practice though."
"Are you okay with what just happened?" Santana asked, dying to know the answer.
"Gosh yes. I've never felt so good in my life. I feel like taking a nap actually," Quinn grinned.
"Oh my god. You totally just instigated sex so I wouldn't make you forget," Santana realized, shock evident in her voice.
"That was part of the idea, but I also wanted to feel your fingers inside me," Quinn's voice dropped an octave.
"Stop, before I lose control and take you again right now." Santana warned.
"What's stopping you?"
"Q..don't take this the wrong way but I don't think we should be fucking right now. We just had a serious conversation. You should be scared of me, not aroused."
Quinn sighed before tucking her hair behind her ears.
"You're right, I'm sorry. I just feel like I've known you for forever. Like I could trust you with my life, and I just feel really safe with you, San."
"You shouldn't."
"But I do. I've never felt closer to someone before. Not even Brittany."
"Well, has Brittany gotten that close to you before?" Santana inquired, an edge to her voice.
"Not in that way. Look, why don't we go back to my place and talk some more."
"We still have school, Q."
"I'm sure we've missed enough already. It couldn't hurt to skip just this once."
"This will be the second day in a row I haven't been to a class further than first period."
"Fine, if you really want to stay here, go ahead. I'll find your sister, I'm sure she'll skip with me."
Santana growled and tightened her grip on the girl's thighs then released her and took a step back. "Do you want me to drive?"
Quinn jumped down from the counter, losing her balance once she landed. Her face tinged pink with embarrassment and she looked away from Santana's eyes quickly.
"You should probably drive. I still can't feel my legs," she admitted.
"Of course."
The two girls exited the building hastily, not wanting to get caught and ruin it. Santana was going to be in so much trouble, but she couldn't make herself care. In that moment, she had the girl.