Silence…. That is what followed as Santana relived the memory of Brittany's death.

The image slowed down in her thoughts until Brittany's body fell to the gravel… Brittany was dead. Puck had killed her…

"I'm sorry Santana" Puck whispered without turning to even look at Santana.

Sorry? He was sorry? Could they take any more from Santana than they already had? Her life…. Her Soul… Her friend… When would this madness end? Santana fell to her knees once more as her body turned to ice. Brittany's glassy blue eyes looked back at Santana. The smile in Brittany's eyes had disappeared… her laugh…. Her soul. Santana could feel how the switch inside of her snapped… leaving her mind broken and thoughts lost.

"You're sorry? That's your response?" Santana said… her voices as dead as her friend which laid in front of her.

Puck turned to looked at Santana with a sneer for a moment before his eyes went to Brittany once again. Was Santana being absolutely serious right now?

"Me? You're the one who killed her princess" Puck said, his irritation evident.

Silence followed as Santana's eyes fixated on the blonde in front of her.

"She's not dead" Puck finally growled out.

Santana naivety was starting to grate Puck's nerves as he saw Santana watching the human in front of her with desperation and sadness. Perhaps he was more angry at himself for not trying to stop his actions. Puck could've left Brittany to die. But… His emotions took over. He tried to heal Brittany with his blood and walked away… but Santana had drained Brittany too much. Brittany died while Puck fed her his blood. So infuriated by the fact that he had unknowingly turned Brittany he had snapped her throat, then apologized to Santana for his grievous mistake.

"You turned her?" Santana asked

Did Santana think her friend was dead?

"She died while I was trying to heal her" Puck defended before turning his back on Santana once more.

Puck hated himself for turning another individual…. Santana hated him… The new Fledgling will hate him. Would Puck ever get a break?

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"YOU DID WHAT?" Quinn shouted out

Puck clenched his hands into a fist as a soft growl escaped his lips. Quinn's disappointment and rage was almost tangible as Puck watched her shoulders tense. Quinn took a deep breath after a few moments as she watched the fire place then turned to look at Puck.

"I just sent the day trying to stop the Council from creating a Vampire Army and you decide to turn another vampire….. In another Vampires territory." Quinn continued, her voice more levelled than before.

"It was a mistake… I was trying to heal the human. Santana had drained to much blood and the blonde girl died while I fed her my blood." Puck tried to explain, but Quinn merely rubbed her temples with her fingers as though she had a headache.

"She must be punished Puck" Quinn finally said, her voice thick with an emotion Puck couldn't identify.

Puck shook his head before raising his chin with pride.

"It's my fault… Punish me"

A small smile appeared on Quinn's face before she shook her head.

"It was your stupidity… Her Fault." Quinn finally replied.

"IT WASN'T HER FAULT" Puck finally growled raising his fist.

Quinn turned around slowly, levelling Puck with a glare before her eyes moved to the door.

"You will bring her to me. I will punish her…. And I will tame her" Quinn merely stated. "I refuse to have a rouge vampire loose"

The commanding tone made Puck clench his jaw as he realized that Quinn was invoking the sire bond. The commands laid out to him were plain and simple. Quinn would punish Santana accordingly and Puck could do nothing about it except stand idly by….

"Be Gentle" Puck said softly.

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C'mon, baby, c'mon darling,

Santana whispered the words as she brushed Brittany fringe back, the trail of tears slowly drying.

Let me steal this moment from you now.

…..

C'mon, angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling,

Puck had bought her and Brittany home after the whole ordeal. Puck drove the vehicle while Santana cradled Brittany; whispering how sorry she was for everything.

Let's exchange the experience, oh...

Internally Santana knew that Puck had done all of this to help Santana, but Santana couldn't help but hate him for it. He had destroyed Brittany… Cursed Brittany to live like this. It wasn't fair

And if I only could,

I'd make a deal with god,

Santana sang softly once more as her fingers traced over Brittany's throat over the healed puncture wounds. Santana would never be able to forgive herself.

And I'd get him to swap our places,

Be running up that road,

Be running up that hill,

With no problems.

"I'm sorry to hear about your friend" A soft yet masculine voice said softly as the door creaked open.

By the smell Santana knew that it was the only and only Sam, but Santana didn't have the heart to fight right now… Santana just wanted to wake from this bad dream, drink coffee and go to school listening to the mundane noises of the world.

"Get out Sam" Santana tried to growl but it fell flat as another tear ran down her face.

"Let me atleast help you with something… " Sam continued before he sat down on the floor opposite Santana and Brittany.

Santana took a deep breath before she closed her burning eyes for a moment. Santana really didn't need this right now….

"I know how it is Santana…" Sam finally whispered after a few moments of silence. "The hunger… The aggression… the guilt. Puck and Quinn don't understand those feelings anymore. They identify it… but don't understand it… because they've learnt control"

Santana took another deep breath as Sam's words hit home, driving a burning sensation of heartbreak into her chest once again.

"We still feel human emotions… Intense human emotions. We can't control it like they do… They've had years of experience and practice. I mean… I didn't mean to attack you... I was just consumed with hunger and the rush." Sam continued….

Santana eyes suddenly found Sam's as she realized that's how she had felt just before she attacked Brittany. But if she had misjudged Sam so badly? What was the whole red-head fiasco?

"And the red-head?" Santana whispered, her voice thick from her earlier tears.

"Puck said you needed food… I bought food…. I wasn't thinking. I just wanted to keep him happy because I'm the reason Quinn punished him by turning you" Sam mumbled.

"This Quinn sounds like quite a character…." Santana said simply as she smiled crookedly.

"She has to be. She an elder and Beloved…. She was the iron-fisted Captain of the Beloveds before they became the monarchs. She personally killed thousands of rouges although she doesn't really fight fight…. It's hard to explain… But she's like Pow Bam and before you know it… you're dead" Sam rambled on making Santana laugh slightly.

"you make her sound like the boogie man" Santana jested.

Sam returned her smile for a moment before looking down at the floor.

"She is…" Sam finally said before looking back up at Santana seriously.