AN: Quinn's story and all the original family who will get their story told in this fic to varying degrees. Has a complexity to it, which I think that some people are glossing over completely. There is no hero in this, there isn't any good and evil. Everyone has their reasons, whether they are good or bad they are reasons. Finn's reasons are idiotic for example but some people are just like that. So about my characterization of Quinn, she is complicated. There is more that needs to be explained about vampires in general as Santana stated they get off on being all mysterious and shit. But know this, the faberry in this isn't going to be all unicorns and rainbows and happiness. It's not going to be smooth sailing, relationships never are. Their relationship will not be healthy all the time and sometimes the sex won't be either. I am taking my time and building this story, building the characters. And I hope that you end up caring up about each of them as much as I do. From Sebastian to Sam to Charlie, to Frannie, and to the parents of the original family, and the glee club.
Speaking of other fics because as I was drifting off to sleep I thought of a spinoff to this fic. Which I shouldn't be thinking about because you know I'm supposed to be working on several pieces already. It's sort of a prequel sort of, but basically it was going to be the adventures of Sue Sylvester monster hunter. It would update completely sporadically but it could be a fun little cleanser and will feature a young Sue Sylvester and none of the original glee cast with a few mentions to the originals. Actually already I have this arc in mind, where it allows me to show—ooh that's a spoiler. I need to focus. Sheesh. Focus. I need to stop being so all over the place with my ideas. There is only one of me. I need to actually sit and write Aladdin and everything else. I blame this fic for sapping all my creative efforts. I really have fun writing this. The more fun I have the faster the chapters come, unless you know stuff happens like all that dreaded Christmas shopping that I've put off.
"Get her on the table." Sam ordered, watching as Sebastian cleared the table. The vase crashing onto the floor as Charlotte placed Quinn on the table and he grabbed one of the chairs slumping down in it, his body healing the damage. "She should be healing by now." He said as Charlotte gently tucked a strand of hair off her sister's face.
"Whatever it was—you know it had to be powerful if she isn't healing. Did you get a good look at it?" Charlotte asked Sebastian.
"I was busy trying not to kill the dogs that were attacking us. Because someone had the bright idea that we should keep them all alive," Sebastian said looking at Sam. Before flicking his eyes at Charlotte he was annoyed with her as well. She had basically left them to fight on their own. He was actually impressed if everything had gone wrong she could have just turned her back and escaped.
"It was bone—curved blade—and it just dug itself into her chest," Sam said telling Sebastian what he saw. "Have you seen anything like it?"
"Bone?" Sebastian said his brow furrowing. Every culture had their own version of witchcraft, it was called different things all over the world but he had no idea what it was. He shrugged and looked at Rachel who had approached Quinn's side. "Why don't we ask the witch? Letting a spy into our house, it's all rather convenient isn't it?"
Charlotte and Sam turned to Rachel who flushed when she realized that all eyes were on her. "I'm not a witch—I don't even know—she's not my mother. She can't be. I have two gay dads, and while yes I know my biology, I know I came from a woman—I had to. She wasn't in my life. I mean I wanted to know who she was—but she can't be my mother. My mother wouldn't—she hurt people, she was hurting you and my mom wouldn't do that. She would be reasonable and—" Rachel said unsure of even what to think and her brain hurt.
Sebastian scoffed and moved to go for Rachel only to have Sam stand in front of her, "She's telling the truth. I smelt Santana, I smelt Finn, even Puck and a bit of Brittany. I didn't smell Rachel on her, she just—smelt like Rachel. Sort of."
Rachel stood there stunned for a moment, as it suddenly dawned on her that they had known. Her friends had hidden yet another thing from her. They had promised no secrets and she had thought that they had been truthful and open about things. She was learning about werewolves and witches, she understood there had to be some things that they probably couldn't tell her. But if that woman really was her mother, they had no right to keep it to themselves. They had no right to convince her that she was human, she didn't even think for one second that her mother might be a witch. That she might be a witch. "I thought I was just—human."
Sebastian paused for a moment studying Rachel intently for a moment, "Witches are human. And sometimes it skips a generation, you could very well be a regular average boring human without any of the fun stuff magic parts."
Rachel winced at his words not knowing why they hurt, she wasn't sure if she was getting her hopes up or if Sebastian had accidentally just voiced her fears out. She didn't want to be ordinary. "I—"
"Enough Sebastian what are we going to do about our sister?" Sam said and he looked at Charlotte who had taken to ignoring the conversation and had her hand placed on Quinn's forehead a look of concentration on her face. "Can you reach her?" Sam asked.
Charlotte pulled her hand back and shook her head, "All I know is that she's in pain. I've tried, but whatever they stabbed her with is blocking me."
"You have telepathy?" Rachel asked and everyone turned to her and she flushed. Quinn hadn't been forthcoming about all of her powers and she felt like some sort of fan-girl over learning something new every day. "Sorry," she mumbled.
Sam flicked his eyes towards Charlotte and Quinn, they had always just chalked it up to a twin thing. But if they really were werewolves—what other powers hadn't they unlocked. How powerful would they become, it was best if they just remained the same. Thinking that they had family, that they shared the same father. They had gone a thousand years believing that and he wasn't going to let some secret threaten everything that they had. Would they still treat him the same would their pact still matter if they found out that they weren't completely blood. "Should we get our mother's grimoire?"
"It wouldn't be any use to us, its different magic. Our mother may have been one of the strongest witches ever, but witchcraft is different in different places. She didn't know every form of magic." Sebastian spoke up. "We're going to need to find a witch that will want to help and knows this type of magic. Dark witches who are powerful are in short supply."
Rachel paused listening to them as they went and looked at Quinn for a moment and then bit her lip not knowing if she was being foolish for stating the obvious. "Can't you just take it out—carefully? I mean I know her heart is involved but unless it's going to kill her for you to just remove it or you think something bad is going to happen why can't you just remove it." All the vampires turned to her looking at her like she was speaking a foreign language.
Charlotte turned to her brother, "Bastian? Will that work?"
"I've never seen magic like this and quite frankly touching it seems to be a bad idea we have no idea what will happen if we do. But if it is that simple—but must we take it out of her chest? I say we leave it in for a few more hours so she knows what it's like to be daggered through the heart," Sebastian said in a petty tone.
Rachel's mouth dropped at his callousness and she suddenly realized why Quinn had stated to keep away from him. "She's in pain, and she's lying there and aren't you her brother shouldn't you care for her," Rachel said immediately standing up for Quinn.
Sebastian gave her a lazy look, "My sister has stuck a dagger in my heart because we have a difference of opinion. She kept me in a box for a hundred and ten years this time. Fifty the last time. So yes I think that Quinn should get a taste of her own medicine."
Sam pulled Rachel away from Sebastian for a moment because she looked like she was going to explode at him and he wasn't strong enough to protect Rachel from Sebastian if he chose to simply kill her and be done with it. "What choice do we have?" Sam said looking at Quinn's motionless body for a moment.
Rachel turned to Quinn for a moment and bit her lip. "It hit her heart and I know how important that is for a vampire—you have to be careful," she said to Charlotte who had placed her hand over Quinn's heart.
"I still don't think we should do anything, we don't know if there are any nasty spells on it. Let alone touch it. If it can do that to Quinn who knows what it could to us? That's some pretty powerful dark magic." Sebastian said crossing his arms over his chest.
"It's in her heart—" Rachel began again speaking to Charlotte.
"Quinn doesn't have a heart," Sebastian said with a roll of his eyes.
Rachel ignored his jibes and focused on Charlotte, "Are you sure you can do it so it doesn't hurt her?"
"No." Charlotte responded with a shrug. It was going to hurt no matter what she did. "We're going to need some blood after this is done Sam."
"We don't have another blood bag, there was one more. I haven't had time to go find more. With all this happening."
"I can—do it," Rachel spoke up. "I work out every day and I stopped drinking water from the tap, and washing my vegetables in it. My blood should be clean I was going to offer to start a donor program in the glee club—but Quinn vetoed that idea." This earned her curious looks from all the vampires for a moment and she flushed. "I wasn't trying to sleep with her. I was just trying to be nice."
Sam nodded believing her. "You'll be in danger—who knows how much she's going to need." There was the sound of cracking bone and Sam looked at Charlotte who had jammed her hand into Quinn's chest.
Charlotte gripped the blade and frowned a bit as she tugged on it, it didn't want to seem to come out and she flicked her eyes to Sam for a moment before pulling on it as hard as she could, her strength overcoming the magic as she dropped the bloody blade on the table. The hole in Quinn's chest not immediately closing as her sister finally opened her eyes. They were dark red and the veins in her face began to turn black.
Quinn's fangs popped out for a moment as Sam moved to subdue his sister in case she decided to start hunting again. Charlotte's hands were right there pushing Quinn down. Rachel taking a step back as Sebastian looked on making no attempt to help but he eyed the dagger on the table. Quinn calmed down when she saw Rachel a flash of fear in her eyes and she realized she wasn't on the battlefield she was at home, in her kitchen looking at the white ceiling. "Get off me," she snipped. Her chest hurt and a quick look down showed that she had a gaping hole in her chest that wasn't healing. Panic set in for a split second as she willed the hole to close, but nothing happened.
"Sebastian, it's not closing," Sam said still holding Quinn down and Sebastian was beside him in a moment looking at the wound carefully.
"I told you not to just yank it out. Magic like this needs a delicate hand. We had no idea what that would do. Feed her some blood see if that speeds it up. She should heal from that." Sebastian reached forward grabbing Rachel and dragging her closer. "All she needs is your wrist."
Quinn immediately began to struggle but it seemed that her immense strength had left her and she felt weaker. She could normally shake out of this with ease and yet—here she was. Struggling like a child as both Sam and Charlotte held her down with ease. "No."
Sam rolled his eyes. "I'm right here to pull you off if I think you're taking too much, she'll be fine. You can do it. Her blood is clean for the most part and she's the only option we have the faster you heal the faster you can go hunt."
Rachel puffed her cheeks out annoyed as she pulled her sweater back and exposed her wrist. She wasn't sure if she should be offended or not that Quinn wouldn't just use her. She understood the intimacy of it, but this was an emergency. She could see Quinn's heart from where she stood.
Quinn glanced at her twin, she would understand she had to smell it. If Sam couldn't and Sebastian couldn't. Her anger at her sister forgotten for a moment. "Can you—you can smell it can't you."
Sam and Sebastian turned to Charlotte who flicked her eyes at Rachel. "Yes. But she's all we have right now, so feed."
Quinn glared at her sister and the anger was back as Charlotte moved to the side to give Rachel a bit more room. Rachel's exposed wrist was pulsing as the blood pulsed and Quinn frowned. She didn't actually feel like hurting the diva, but up close it had always been—intoxicating. Quinn's fangs were out and she bit Rachel's wrist slowly, not wanting to make the process painful. She heard Rachel inhale sharply and Charlotte tense beside her as she began to slowly suck Rachel's blood. It tasted divine, for the first time in forever she wasn't tasting the chemicals of what passed off as food. Her blood was the cleanest she'd tasted in a while. Her strength slowly returned to her but the hole in her chest simply didn't close. Quinn drank more hoping that it would kick start her healing but it didn't and she felt Sam tap her on the shoulder.
"Enough." He stated calmly getting ready to tear Quinn off Rachel if she tried to continue, he had no idea what it meant. Rachel smelt mortal to him, there was nothing special about her scent. But from the look that Charlotte was giving Rachel's wrist it was evident that there was something that only the twins could sense.
Quinn let go on her own accord flicking her eyes at Rachel as she dragged her tongue along Rachel's wrist slowly. She licked her own lips afterwards and she watched as Rachel shivered, she raised a brow smirking at the reaction but it faded after a moment as she realized that most of her family's eyes were still on her. But she ignored them for a minute staring at Rachel. "Thank-you."
Sam pushed her back on the table looking at the hole in his sister's chest. The wound looked slightly better than it had before Quinn had started feeding even if it hadn't closed over completely. He flicked his eyes to Sebastian and Charlotte. "She'll be fine." Sebastian reached for the dagger but Sam was just a bit faster, "I'll keep this locked away."
"So you get to keep the silver daggers and whatever the hell that thing is? So you shove it in our chest whenever we make you angry?" Sebastian snarled reaching for the dagger.
"I'm not going to use this on you despite the fact that your suggestion was to simply leave it in her chest to teach her a lesson," Sam snapped back.
Rachel pulled her eyes away from Quinn for a moment as the bickering grew louder and turned to Quinn again who was now getting on her feet as if there wasn't a hole in her chest. "You should rest or something. They just removed a magical dagger from your heart! There is still a hole in your chest—how are you even standing. How are you alive? I thought that piercing your heart was something that could instantaneously kill you and I saw you get bitten. Santana told me that a werewolf bite was lethal to vampires."
Quinn looked at Rachel for a moment and then at the fighting that was going on, "I promise I'll tell you what you want to know. Just like you'll tell me how come you didn't know that your mother was a powerful witch?" Rachel flushed immediately and Quinn looked at her sister who met her gaze for a moment. "This doesn't change anything."
Charlotte held Quinn's gaze for a moment, no it didn't change anything between them. She looked over at where Sam and Sebastian were still arguing over the dagger and rolled her eyes. "I'm going back home." Quinn winced at the word but she didn't say anything.
Sam and Sebastian stopped for a moment and stood up straight grabbing onto Charlotte's arm tightly. "The family was just attacked and this is the time for us to stand together. I'm healing, Quinn's got a hole in our chest. Are you really going to leave us to our own devices with just Sebastian to guard us? This is your home, defend it with us."
"I can hear you," Sebastian said sneering at Sam.
Charlotte frowned for a moment and then looked back at Quinn who seemed to be ignoring what was going on for a moment and she shrugged. "Fine." She turned to Sebastian. "I need to tell you about my new place anyway. I should have a house warming party. You should bring Blaine," Charlotte said handling her brother effectively as Sebastian calmed down for a moment.
"Will there be men?" Sebastian asked as he followed Charlotte out of the room.
Sam groans it's another thing he's going to need to regulate on but right now he's far too tired to do anything about it and he looks at Rachel and Quinn, while it may have been due to an emergency they had still shared something together. "You two need to talk and I need to rest. If you need me I'll be in my room." Sam turned ready to leave before he paused and looked at Rachel, "Thank you for tonight and I apologize again for threatening to kill you. I am in your debt."
Rachel nodded at him she felt Quinn stiffen for a moment beside her and glare at Sam, "I didn't think he was serious about the threat. The fake hostage situation seemed to work perfectly. They backed off."
Quinn studied her brother before giving Rachel a smile, not sure how to tell her that the threat wasn't fake. Sam would have killed her in a heartbeat even if he hadn't wanted to. "I told you to stay inside," Quinn said after a moment before realizing she should be furious with Rachel for not listening to her. For putting herself in danger. "Your mother is a witch! You said you had two gay dads."
"I'm going to let you think about that statement for a moment," Rachel responded in a dry tone as her phone rang.
"We just left her with them. How could we be so irresponsible?" Shelby said as she paced. Her daughter was even more beautiful in person than the pictures had given her credit for. "They could be torturing her!"
Hannah opened her mouth to say something scathing but sighed. They had wounded to take care of, nothing serious none of the witches had been killed. Though many had watched Quinn catch and snap the neck of a wolf in an attempt to save Rachel. "There is only one person who died, and that was a wolf. Sure they hurt us, but did you see how fast they were? Rachel is friends with them, they wouldn't hurt her or keep her hostage. We were the aggressors here and they—didn't attempt to kill us. The wolves might think about attacking but they won't have our support anymore."
"He threatened to snap her neck."
"You stabbed his sister in the chest, with a magical dagger— I didn't see him angry until after you did that. Did you really just expect them to lay there and take it?" Hannah questioned. "They fought back but they didn't kill anyone. As for Rachel the only monster she saw out there was you." Hannah held up her hands before Shelby could defend herself. "She's friends with them, she was with them when we—well you attacked. She saw you use pain infliction on one of them she saw the wolves attacking them, and she saw us using vervain bombs on them. She doesn't have a reason to trust you Shelby over them. She saw Quinn injure herself to protect her. It doesn't look good."
"I'm her mother." Shelby hissed, this was not how she had pictured the reunion. "What was she even doing there—did they know?"
"No, it seems that even Rachel didn't know and they looked as surprised as she did," Hannah rubbed her temples as the adrenaline that had kept her going suddenly evaporated from her system and she placed a hand on the kitchen table to settle herself. Using magic was like running a marathon, she was getting far to old to start going into war with vampires.
Brittany stormed into the kitchen an upset look on her face as she looked at her mother, "Rachel's mad at me. Rachel's never mad at me. Either is San but she's mad at me right now, and its cause I knew about her mom and I didn't tell her. I thought she wasn't supposed to know. "
"Rachel wasn't supposed to be there—but is she alright?" Shelby said when Brittany turned her attention to her. "The boy threatened to kill her."
"Rachel sounded fine, she was just upset with me for keeping more secrets. She wasn't upset when San told her that she was a wolf and I said I was a witch she was just upset because she didn't have any powers. And I really wanted to tell her but you said we couldn't. Now she's mad at me and San and we didn't do anything." Brittany said looking back at her mom accusingly.
"She wasn't supposed to be there Britt. Why was she staying at their place are her dads out of town again? She's supposed to stay with us if that's the case," Hannah said her tone worried, the Berry's worked and she couldn't fault them. It was expensive all the dance classes and the various singing and acting lessons and workshops that Rachel went to. Rachel was seventeen now and they trusted her. Rachel was still far too young for her tastes to be left alone for days on end.
"She wasn't supposed to be there," Brittany said wishing she had gone to dance class today instead of having her mom forcing her to stay indoors. "She said she was going to drop some cookies off for Quinn—then she mentioned something about unlawful commitment."
Shelby stared at Brittany but Hannah smiled at Brittany, "Confinement," she corrected easily.
"Yeah that. I think she was just being dramatic again and San says it's best to simply let Rachel get it out of her system. So I didn't think anything of it. I think it was just an excuse so she can be with Quinn, she totes wants to have sex with her," Brittany smiled at the thought. "I told her to do it cause Quinn's super old and she's got to be really good in bed."
Hannah was used to her daughter's lack of a filter and she was aware that Brittany was sexually active. She'd walked in on Santana and Brittany before. The closed door policy was a joke, because she knew the moment that her back was turned Brittany would simply magic the door closed again. She'd given up policing her daughter and instead just focused on the safe sex aspect of it all. Brittany was going to have sex with or without her permission.
"You told her it was a good idea to sleep with a vampire?" Shelby hissed at Brittany.
"Yeah Quinn stares at Rachel all the time, and Rachel talks about Quinn all the time. I think it'd be good for her. I think they like each other and Quinn's better than Finn." She leans in and whispers like it's a secret, even though her whisper is rather loud. "I totally ship it."
Hannah snorted and coughed when Shelby turned to her and she gave her former friend a neutral look, "Shelby, Rachel's probably fine—"
Shelby didn't say anything instead thinking of Finn Hudson and how she was going to get her daughter back with him. A werewolf was better than a vampire. He had to be, sure Finn seemed to be a bit slow but Rachel would be safer in the wolf pack then she would be around a bunch of vampires.
Sue Sylvester put her binoculars away, it was clear that the wolves and the witches weren't coming back for another beat down. At least she hoped that they were intelligent enough to stay away. She'd been impressed at their restraint only one wolf had died, countless others injured. They were faster than she'd seen, it was like they flashed from place to the next. She hadn't even seen the fourth vampire until she struck. They had the strength and the speed, and they were excellent at blending in they really were at the very apex of predators. It had become clear that if she ever needed to simply put them down, she was going to have to catch them off guard. When they were on, it was clear that nothing could stop them if they wanted it to. But they hadn't done anything, which required her to intervene.
She'd watch them for now, she'd keep her eyes on them and keep her ears open. Though at the same time—she could probably use a vampire on the team. Competition was good and she couldn't wait to see what having some competition would do to Santana. A vampire cheerleader, a werewolf and a witch—she'd win another national championship for certain. Sue Sylvester grinned at the idea as she began to pack her things away. She picked up the last item and looked at it before looking at the vampire's house once more. A white oak stake, if the legend was true it was the only weapon in existence that could kill an original vampire. She wasn't sure if it was true or not, as far as she knew none of the six original vampires had been killed before. She was sure many had tried, she had watched Shelby stab Quinn with the dagger. That dagger had killed vampires before she had seen it do as much and yet Quinn hadn't turned to dust, she hadn't caught on fire.
Sue glanced at the old house once more, and down to the street. The scene could have been very different the vampires could have massacred everyone who had attacked them, and she still wouldn't have felt the urge to intervene. But they hadn't killed everyone and they had seemed to have some manner of honor amongst themselves. Quinn had protected Rachel while putting herself in danger. It was enough to leave them be for now but she'd keep her ears to the ground. She wasn't like those liberal hippies that thought that all vampires were evil because they were against nature. No she was smarter than that and she could reason—well at this moment she could still reason.
She wasn't sure how much time she had left and she fiddled with her ring again. She'd need to start looking for a successor and soon. The Sylvester line was dying with her. She still didn't know who would carry on the mantle. McKinley didn't offer the greatest selection most of the kids that went to the school were idiots, and the rest just simply didn't pass the test. There were two rings left which meant that she could train two people. It was a topic for another time, she wanted to go see her older sister Jean and tell her about what she had discovered. Jean always did like hearing about her adventures and now she had the perfect story to tell. The one of the original vampires.
Rachel kept her arm firmly around Quinn's waist she had helped Quinn up the stairs. For a family they didn't seem to be that big on helping if there wasn't fighting involved. Sebastian had wanted to keep the dagger in her chest to teach her a lesson. What type of family was like that? It baffled her mind completely. Quinn had a dagger in her heart and a gaping hole in her chest that was healing slowly and they were acting like it was no big deal. "You could have died," Rachel said causing Quinn to flick her attention to her.
"What?" For a moment Quinn had no idea what Rachel was talking about before she remembered the hole in her chest. It ached but it wasn't going to kill her. It bothered her to some extent how freely Rachel gave her care. From everyone in glee club to the witches and the wolves, she just simply cared. People like her usually ended up dead in their world. She believed Rachel when she said that she had no idea that it had been her mother who was trying to kill her. She didn't even know that Rachel and Shelby had been related.
"Every vampire story that I've read has said that a stake to the heart will destroy vampires. I simply assumed that it meant that if your heart was destroyed that you would simply burst into flames or turn to ash or something dramatic." Rachel informed Quinn. "You're ruining everything I know to be true about vampires. I did all this research and I've read a bunch of stories, and every single time it's not true when it comes to you." she complained.
Quinn raised a brow, "What type of stories have you been reading?" Rachel didn't answer so Quinn chose to give an answer of her own. "The erotica is my favorite," she offered a teasing smirk on her face as Rachel stumbled on the step.
"Quinn." Rachel huffed. She was worse than Santana at times and she could see that spark of amusement dancing in Quinn's eyes. "You have a hole in your chest and you're thinking about sex?"
Quinn's lips twitched upward, "I'm simply telling you what type of vampire fiction that I like to read. I have no idea why you keep bringing up sex in our conversations Rachel," she said in a completely serious tone as Rachel flushed. There was a quiet moment before them as Rachel opened the door to her room. "You're a witch." This changed things, it had been one thing if Rachel was human. But she wasn't she was quite probably a powerful witch. She didn't trust witches and yet she had drank from Rachel, trusting that her blood wasn't poisoned. The whole thing was confusing and she didn't want to examine the feelings too closely. She trusted a witch. Sebastian was right the world was being turned on its head.
"Your brother Sebastian says that all because my birth mother is a witch doesn't mean that I'm one. That sometimes it skips a generation—I might still be human." Rachel says. "I mean I always thought I was a bit psychic but who knows." If she was a witch then she'd like to learn.
Quinn studied Rachel for a moment she could see the excitement there was nothing that she could to stop Rachel from going down this path. The girl had offered to feed her and tried to set up a blood donation group so that they could feed. Her determination was admirable and truthfully it would simply be better if Rachel stayed away from the supernatural community all together but short of kidnapping and holding her hostage that wasn't going to work. "Are you going to see her?" Rachel looked at her. "Your mother."
Rachel hadn't given it much thought, "I don't know. I think it's something that I should talk to my dads about first. I tell them everything—and it feels like I've been hiding things from them ever since I found out about the supernatural community. We are very honest with each other. Perhaps it would be best if you demonstrated your vampire powers then they'd be more apt to believe me. They come back next week and I plan to make sure that they are kept in the loop." Rachel paused for a moment.
"You want me to give a demonstration of my vampire powers to your fathers," Quinn said giving Rachel a look. "What would you have me do? Turn into a bat?"
Rachel paused and looked at Quinn in awe, "You can do that? That would certainly convince them that vampires exist and there really is magic in this world." Rachel said excitedly. Rachel looked at Quinn to see that amused smirk on her face. "You were joking," she grouses mostly to herself, swatting Quinn's shoulder as the vampire began to laugh. "It's not funny. Santana says you get off on being all mysterious, and you don't ever give straight answers."
Quinn was quiet for a moment watching as Rachel sat on her bed beside she was close and that smell was back. She didn't know what it was and if her sister could smell it to, the thought bothered her and it was something she was going to have to look into. Though she had no idea how she would look into it. It's not like this had happened before. "Ask me a question then just one and I promise to give you a straight answer."
Rachel eyes widened and she thought of fifty different questions that she could ask Quinn. How old she was? Who turned her? If she had a favorite blood type? How strong was she? What was the deal between vampires and werewolves? Why she didn't trust witches. How many people she had killed? All of these were valid questions and she wanted to know them all. "Give me a moment." She had to ask the perfect question, she had no idea if Quinn was ever going to give her unfettered access again. How Quinn was able to walk in the sun was also a good one.
She watched as Quinn snorted before looking at her ruined shirt for a moment and grimacing before pulling the shirt over her head. Rachel flushed Quinn didn't seem to understand what it meant for decency but this was her room and she couldn't help but stare at Quinn's body for a moment taking it in as discretely as she could. If Quinn noticed that she was staring she didn't say anything instead she got up and headed to her closet tossing the ruined shirt in the trash and reaching for a new one. "What happened to your back?" The question was out before Rachel could censor herself. But there were scars deep ones crisscrossing her back. They looked painful, like they had hurt. She watched as Quinn froze for a moment as if she had just remembered that they were there. "I'm sorry I didn't mean—" What had Quinn been through when she was a human. All sorts of ideas popped into her head.
"Is that your question?" Quinn asked looking at Rachel for a moment studying her.
Rachel closed her mouth and looked away as Quinn pulled on a shirt, her tone was indifferent but there was something else there as well. "I'm sorry—it just caught me by surprise. You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to—I think I was just going to ask you how old you were—"
"I have been a vampire for over a thousand years," Quinn stated simply. "I was turned when I turned seventeen." She watched as Rachel nodded. "As for the scars my father believed that it was his duty to make sure that his children were strong. It's a mother's job to care for a child and a father's duty to make his children strong. Though in my case he believed that there was something wrong with me and that by beating me it would change me. It would make me more submissive. It didn't." Quinn said with a shrug of her shoulders. She looked around the room for a moment suddenly feeling very uncomfortable at the silence. Rachel didn't know what to say and she didn't know what to say to change the topic. "Would you like to see my—" She felt arms wrap around her tightly and she blinked as she glanced down Rachel was hugging her tightly. "Rachel?" But Rachel didn't let go and Quinn didn't know what to do she wasn't a hugger. She wasn't big on this touchy feely things that human had grown accustomed to. Quinn stared at Rachel for a moment more before wrapping her own arm around her in an awkward hug.
She had no idea what Quinn had been through or what any of her family had been through but she knew one thing, her fathers had never laid a hand on her. They had managed to instill strength and that drive without hurting her. A father's duty was to protect his children.
Losing a member of the pack hurt, it was felt throughout by everyone. It called for blood, it demanded retribution. But for the first time since he had taken over the Lima Pack his pack was injured. Dislocated shoulders, torn ligaments, broken jaws, broken bones, not to mention the various bumps and bruises people had received. Some of the injuries had carried over to their human selves and he'd have a tremendously busy day at the hospital. Not to mention there were funeral arrangements that needed to be made. Not only was morale down but he could hear the grumbling. That this had been a fool's errand. That he had let his hatred of vampires cloud his judgment. Everything that he had done was to protect his pack. Their kind had been hunted to near extinction by the vampires. There was a very real war that was going on between their species.
He could expect the challenges any moment, people who wished to be alpha to have the power that came along with it. There wouldn't be any more rocking the boat, the rules would have to be followed no exceptions. He'd need to run a tight ship. The broken jaw was serious, "We're going to have to wire your jaw shut Jim—I don't know how that's going to work when you have to transform again tonight." Miguel said with a shake of his head. If it didn't heal by tonight then he shuddered to think what the transformation was going to be like. Miguel turned to his daughter who was helping with the dislocated shoulders and smiled, she would make a fine alpha one day.
Finn on the other hand was acting like his favorite toy got taken away, he was easier to control when he burnt off some steam with Santana, and the humiliation of every defeat didn't bother him. Miguel had to cut the boy some slack, he was determined. But Santana would have to learn there would always be some idiot trying to challenge her, if it wasn't Finn then it'd be someone else. In his first few years as alpha he had fought nearly every full moon after he had taken up the mantle of alpha till finally they had finally learned their lessons. As irritated and as annoyed as Santana would get by this it would only get worse when she took the mantle and Santana couldn't ever refuse a challenge. She also couldn't go killing pack members that pissed her off. Finn was excellent practice for the future and he simply didn't stand a chance against Santana and if he was challenging her then no one else was. "I heard you put up a good try again this time," Miguel said taking a seat on the ground beside Finn and he heard Santana snort.
Finn growled at Santana before looking at Miguel for a moment, "I nearly had her this time," he said glumly. It had been once again another humiliating turn of events and he had thought that by taking her off guard something would change but it had ended the same with him submitting to Santana. "It's not fair though—she can't even be the next alpha."
Miguel flicked his eyes upward and grimaced as he noticed that everyone was now paying attention to Finn freaking Hudson, he had really just been attempting to be nice. "What are you talking about?"
"She can't be the alpha because she's a lesbian." Finn said stubbornly turning to Santana a smug look on his face. If he couldn't win the normal way then, he'd have to use underhanded methods. It wasn't as if Santana hadn't used underhanded methods to get what she wanted. Besides it served her right for constantly interfering with his life and humiliating him with her words.
Puck turned to Finn horrified by his best friend's actions, "Dude! Not cool." Puck turned to Santana who was standing there stunned by Finn's betrayal. They weren't even friends not really but she hadn't expected Finn to out her, she probably didn't even know how he found out.
Miguel immediately heard the whispers and the grumbling, he had known. He had been the one to insist that she break it off with Brittany. That there was nothing that he could do about this, some of the pack members were already upset that a Latino man was heading the pack, but he had proved his mettle. It had been a hard enough sell to set the stage for a woman leading the pack, this was too much. He could only change so much at a time and he didn't have the current power structure to protect his daughter. "Santana?"
Santana felt all eyes on her and she shrugged putting on a nonchalant face. She wasn't going to give Finn Hudson the satisfaction of knowing that he had gotten to her. She was going to make sure she ripped out his throat the next time she saw him. "So what if I do, I still kicked Finn's ass last night. I've still won all of my fucking fights, it shouldn't matter if I like women. All that matters is that I'd make a better alpha then nearly everyone here."
"An alpha is supposed to be a role model. I don't want my children looking up to you! It's a sin," Someone shouted loudly and Santana flinched a bit.
Miguel closed his eyes and looked for his wife, he couldn't make a unilateral decision to just tell people to deal with it. The pack would splinter, he had hoped that Santana would have the decency to deny it, for now. It was something that he could have dealt with in the future but not at this moment. "Santana—"
"You've got to be fucking me. I earned it, you didn't just hand it to me I fought I bled for this. You can't just take it away because some shitty rednecks don't like the fact that I'm gay." Santana interrupted.
All eyes were on him and his daughter and Miguel sighed, "You are still a member of this pack but Finn is—right." He nearly choked on the words the urge to simply beat on the boy grew but he couldn't make that move the politics alone. "You can't be the next alpha."
Santana stared at her father, she hadn't been given anything, and he had made sure she earned it. That she had fought for everything she had. Fought to keep everything she had. He had promised that no one could take away the things that she had worked for. And here he was taking it away, putting her as part of the crowd. It wasn't going to be possible for her to operate as just a member of the pack. "Are you fucking kidding me? Why the fuck would I want to be on the same levels as Honey Boo-boo over there? I earned it and you said you couldn't just take that away from someone. Finn hasn't earned shit, he's an overgrown man child who wanted to force a mate bond on my best friend. He nearly got half of the glee club killed with his stupidity. He just fucking betrayed me. We weren't even friends and he fucking just outed me and this is the piece of shit that you want running the pack?" Her anger was spiraling out of control.
Miguel understood the rage, "Mija we'll talk about this at home—" Miguel said attempting to soothe the anger. They'd plan how to get her back to where she belonged together.
Santana snarled at him. She wasn't going to deal with this right now. "No. Fuck this, and fuck you. You told me the job of alpha was to protect everyone, from the omegas to the fucking betas and to keep them safe. Fine fucking job you did there, and I have done everything you asked. I have lied to my best friend, I have watched as you went on this stupid suicide mission and the only reason that there aren't more wolves dead is because I went to Quinn, who by the way is a fucking bitch, and I asked her not to kill anyone. To not decimate this pack. I have tried to tell you that antagonizing them was a shitty idea and that we didn't stand a chance. But you didn't listen, you insisted that you knew best. You didn't protect them—and you aren't protecting me. I'm your daughter screw the fucking hicks and protect me." The last bit came off as a plea. He was her father and he was her alpha. She had done everything right.
"My hands are tied. The rules are the rules Santana and you knew this was part of the rules," Miguel said swallowing. He should have dealt with this ages ago, but he had hoped that this was just a phase that Santana was going through that she'd outgrow it or at the very least put her duty to the pack first.
"Then I don't want to be a member of this fucking pack anymore," Santana snarled at him.
He believed that this was simply Santana throwing a temper tantrum that once she calmed down that they'd talk about it and he'd wait a few months for this disaster to die down before returning to it and figuring out a way to change the rules for her. She had earned it. But he felt her pull at the pack bond and everyone turned to her sharply. His eyes widened, "Santana don't—!" But it was too late Santana had severed her pack bond. She was no longer a member of the Lima pack. "What have you done?" Miguel hissed.
Santana didn't bother to answer instead storming off, she wasn't thinking of the consequences and she wasn't going to come crawling back to be made a member of this pack again. She'd figure it out, she could always stay with Rachel or Brittany. But not tonight—she shouldn't have done it when there was a full moon in the sky and she could no longer run and hunt with the Lima pack. She was alone. Truly alone.
AN: Santana looks for a haven before the full moon hits the sky again. Drama as people begin to find out what Finn did. Kurt confronts goes over to Vampire central to see if it's true. Shelby tries to contact Rachel, other stuff, some Samcedes. Might be a flashback or two though that depends. It's okay to hate Finn, he should have gotten more hate in the show for what he did to Santana. Please take the time to review.