*shuffles feet* Wow. So it has been a really long time, so I am the worst author ever. :( I am so sorry it took this long to update. Internet cookies if you even remember this story! It was too difficult to focus on this while dealing with school. I'm currently on break, hence the update. Again, sorry for the wait, and I hope you enjoy the chapter.
Gone. Santana was gone. The only movements of where the beautiful raven haired girl once stood were the long blades of grass swaying gently in the breeze, in a mocking serenity. Brittany clawed at the earth, desperate to hold onto anything to keep her grounded. She let out a pained sound of anguish. No. No, no, no. She's gone.
Body shaking, she crawled forward to the spot where Santana once stood, as if there would be an indicator of where her girlfriend was.
Just blades of swaying grass.
"Santana..." She whispered painfully. She squeezed her eyes shut, tears spilling over, staining her already dirt smudged cheeks. Her throat tightened, causing her breaths to come in the form of gasps. Her Santana was gone, and she was with the Titans. She was captured trying to keep her safe. Letting out another sob, she rested her forehead against the ground, slamming the earth with her fist in anger. Cracks lined the center of the hit, webbing around her hand. "Santana!"
Pushing herself off the ground, she broke into a run. Her eyes were wild as she searched past the trees. ''Santana!" Looking anywhere, because she certainly wasn't with her anymore. Shouts of protest sounded behind her, but she ignored them. Her limbs were shaking and she was pretty sure the wetness in her eyes was blood. Out of breath she stopped running, only to drop to her knees and begin to sob.
A pair of rough hands wrapped around her waist, gently pulling her up.
Anger flaring, Brittany began to twist out of the hold. The grip tightened, pulling her away from the ground. "No! Let me go! I need to find Santana! Let me go!"
"Puck, give her to me!" A feminine voice sounded. Who was it, Quinn? She felt soft arms replace the rough hands. She looked up to meet Quinn's teary eyes. "Oh, Brittany." She hoarsely whispered.
Brittany squeezed her eyes shut, and let herself be held in Quinn's embrace. "She's gone! Quinn, she's g-gone!"
A sob broke out of Quinn. "I know. I know. We'll find her. I promise you, we'll find her." She spoke with a conviction, trying to convince herself as well. She didn't want to think of the odds that Santana will survive. Her chest burned thinking of the possibilities. She craned her head over Brittany's looking for Christina. The older woman stood off to the side, a look of anguish on her face.
"Christina." Quinn stated, getting her attention. "Christina. What do we do?" Her voice cracked at the end.
Christina stepped quietly to the two blondes. She wrapped her arms around them and was silent for a moment. "We need to regroup and then we need to go to Council immediately." She let go of them and kicked at the ground hard. "Shit! Those fucking bastards!" She hunched over, rubbing at her forehead. "I need to tell her parents. Oh Goddess, I was supposed to protect her!"
Puck stood somberly next to them. "Don't blame yourself, she knew what she was getting into."
Brittany turned to him in fury. "Don't you dare blame Santana!"
Puck held his hands up. "Hey! I'm not blaming anyone! All I am saying is that she knew, we all knew, what the possible outcomes were when we faced Titans." His face became sympathetic and he placed his hand on Brittany's shoulder. "From what I hear, if anyone would be able to survive this, it would be her. Let's be thankful they didn't kill her on the spot."
Quinn grimaced at Puck's choice of words and Brittany let out another sob. "If she didn't have to protect me, she wouldn't have been in that situation!" She let go of Quinn and used her shirt to wipe at her eyes. She wasn't sure if they were burning from tears or the blood running down her forehead.
"It's not your fault, Britt." Quinn murmured. Brittany only shook her head.
"Honey, it is not your fault. It'll only hurt you to think that. Santana knew what she was doing. And she did it because she loves you. So much. Anyone could see that. I'm sure you would have done the same." Christina said gently.
"Yeah. I would do anything for her." Brittany wiped at her face once more and stood up straighter. "Which is why we need to find her! We can't be standing around. We need to go! Now!"
Christina held her shoulders. "Hold your horses, Poseidon! We are leaving once we all get bandaged up and find the others. We can't leave without them. And we certainly cannot walk into town looking like this."
Brittany looked up at the small group and saw they all had similar blood stains and bruises. Looking down, she saw her clothes were torn as well.
Quinn scanned the area. "Speaking of Rachel and Finn, where are they?"
"I'm sure they are around here somewhere." Christina held out her palms and sent out a shadow. It swirled in a circle for a moment before shooting off in one direction. "They're that way. Come on."
They followed Christina's lead and trudged towards the shadow. After a few minutes, they reached a rocky terrain where the shadow hovered and promptly disappeared.
"Rachel! Finn!" Puck's voice boomed out. "Titan's aren't here. Come out!"
After a moment, Finn's head popped out behind a rock, and a look of relief washed over his face seeing them. He jumped out, Rachel close behind.
"Holy hell guys, are you okay?" Finn asked, taking in their beaten appearance.
Brittany clenched her jaw. The entire time they were fighting, dodging burning walls and blown car bits, he was here sitting behind a rock? They were busting their asses and he sat here safe and sound. She saw red. "You would know if you actually helped! You're a damn coward!" She launched herself forward slamming into Finn, knocking him down.
"Brittany!" Rachel cried. "Stop! What is wrong with you! He was keeping me safe! I don't know how to fight!"
"I don't care! He could have helped!" Brittany snarled.
Finn jumped up and glared. "I was helping! I kept Rachel safe!"
"Well Santana isn't safe!" Brittany fired back, chest heaving. The clouds above them began to turn dark. The sound of thunder rumbled through their chests. Christina placed her arm in front of her, preventing Brittany from causing more damage.
Rachel's face paled. "What do you mean Santana isn't safe?" She glanced around, looking for the raven haired girl. "Where is she?"
This set Brittany into another round of tears. Christina pulled her into a side hug.
"Santana was kidnapped." Quinn said quietly.
"Brittany. I-I don't know what to say. I know how it feels. I'm so sorry." Rachel said sadly.
"Stop talking about her like she's dead. She's not." Brittany muttered through her tears.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply that!" Rachel backtracked.
Brittany just shook her head and walked off. Rachel began to follow, but Christina stopped her. "Let her be."
Rachel bit her lip, and looked down at her feet. "I am so sorry for what happened."
"We know." Quinn said quietly. "And Brittany knows. She's just really upset. We all are. Santana is my best friend and a sister to me. I just really need her to be okay, because I won't be if she isn't."
Rachel pulled Quinn into a hug. "I'll do whatever I can to help."
"Thank you." Quinn replied quietly.
"Let's get cleaned up. The sooner we look more alive then dead, the sooner we can get into town." Christina ordered. "I think we can salvage some supplies from the cabin. Not to mention some damage control."
"I'll take care of the bodies." Puck grumbled.
"Keep an eye on Brittany. We don't want her doing anything unreasonable. Bring her back to the cabin after she calms down." Christina said gently to Quinn.
Quinn raised an eyebrow. "Calm down? She just lost her soulmate. I doubt she will calm down."
Christina sighed and looked into Quinn's eyes. "I know, Quinn. I promise I will do whatever it takes to get Santana back. I promise. Santana is like a daughter to me. Please keep an eye on Brittany. When we get Santana back, she will be furious if she hears Brittany wasn't looked after."
Quinn almost smiled, because she knew it was so true. "I'll bring her up in a few minutes."
"Thanks, Q." Christina gave one more sad look to Brittany, who was sitting in the distance against a tree, her head in her heads. The older Lopez sighed again before turning to follow the others to the burnt building.
Quinn gingerly walked Brittany and sat down next to her. They sat there for a few moments as Brittany concentrated on her breathing.
"Why did they take her?" Brittany asked quietly, breaking the silence.
Quinn frowned. "I don't know. Christina kept talking about how they used Hades descendants. Maybe they want to convert her to their side. Use her for her powers."
"She would never help them."
"I know."
"I just want her to be okay."
"Me too, Britt. Christina said herself we'll save her." She stood up and extended her hand for Brittany to take. "Let's head back up. The sooner we take care of the fires, the sooner we can leave."
Brittany nodded with determination, and took Quinn's hand, allowing herself to be pulled up.
Santana felt something hard and cold against her cheek. Scrunching her face at the discomfort, she turned her face to the other side, wincing at the hard surface. Her head was throbbing to the beat of her heart, shooting sharp pains down her neck, radiating through her body.
Groaning, she cracked an eye open. Seeing nothing but darkness, she closed her eye, sighing. She stretched her fingertips out slowly, feeling the gritty surface she was lying on and bits of grit dig against her skin. Why was she lying on the ground? And why did it feel like she got the worst beating of her life? She tried lifting her head up, but a spell of nausea coursed through her body, quickly halting the action, her head setting back on the stone.
She ran her tongue along her dry cracked lips. What the hell was going on, and where was she? She breathed out trying to remember what landed her in this position, lying on a stone floor. Maybe she could ask Brittany. Santana's eyes snapped open at the thought of her girlfriend. "No.." She whispered. Memories of the fight, although a bit clouded, raced through her mind. She felt sick to her stomach remembering the battle, and how Brittany was hurt last time she remembered.
Santana let out a cry of frustration. She was taken by Titans, and for some reason, they haven't killed her. "Not yet at least." She hoarsely whispered to herself. She needed to get out of wherever she was. Slowly pushing her weight off the stone floor, she moved into a sitting position, leaning her weight against the cool wall ignoring the spinning sensations. Her body protested the movements, and she had to close her eyes in attempt to block the pain. "Fuck."
She sat like that for a few moments, regaining her strength. She prayed Brittany and her friends were safe, wherever they were. Maybe they only got her, she could only hope. As long as Brittany was okay. She is safe with Christina and Quinn, she attempted to convince herself.
Taking a deep breath, she peered around the room, taking in her surroundings. It was dark, but nothing Santana wasn't used to. She let her eyes adjust to the point she was able to see her body relatively clearly. Examining closer, she saw her torn clothes, sticking to her body from blood and sweat. Lifting a shaking hand, she attempted to draw up some fire to illuminate the place a bit more. She waited for the familiar flames to lick up her hand, but felt dread when nothing happened. Dropping her arm in defeat, she closed her eyes. Confusion clouded her thoughts, and the pain in her head wasn't helping either. Why weren't her powers working? She sucked in a deep breath, and used the little energy she felt to try and draw dark spirit. Nothing.
She let out a weak sigh of frustration and held her head in her hands. The pain was getting worse, and it was getting hard to focus on escaping wherever she was. Feeling her energy spent, she slumped back to the ground, darkness taking over once again.
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