Part 21
'I don't understand, why she would keep this in her own journal? It literally is the key to her destruction.' Sam said, as Santana passed the small piece of paper around to let them all read it.
'Maybe that man put it in there? What did he say his name was?' Quinn asked Santana.
'Oh Robert?' She looked at the blonde. 'But why would he put it in there?'
'Maybe he's just as trapped as the rest of us? Hoping that one day someone would find it and destroyed her.' Puck held on to Lauren's hand.
'Sounds, plausible.' Kurt passed the note to Mercedes. 'But that's besides the point don't you think?'
'Yeah, in order for this to work, we need to find her actual body. Her corpse.' Rachel took the note back, slipping it under the cover.
'Which means we need to find her grave.' Santana sat on the floor painfully, her injured leg sticking out in front of her. 'In a forest.' She added.
'I think a woman like Isabelle would have been grander than just a grave. I think we should look for a tomb, or something like that?' Tina suggested, a few nods flying around.
'Still, has anyone seen anything resembling a tomb?' Santana made them all think back about what they had seen. Brittany fell down beside her, taking her right hand in her own and entwining their fingers. Santana then laid her head on the blonde's shoulder watching their hands mould together.
'Well,' Finn stepped up after a few moments of silence, 'we can't give up. Something tells me that we wont be able to get out of these woods until we kill her, or until Santana and Quinn…' he drifted off.
'Die.' Santana said, not lifting her head away from her girlfriend. 'Until we die right?' She looked at Quinn, who nodded, Sam coming in behind her and throwing his arms around her neck.
'No, come on, we're going.' Brittany stood up.
'B, what?' Santana looked up at her.
'We're not letting that happen so we are going, right now, and we'll walk around until we find her.' She looked like she was about to burst into tears. Santana gave her a weak smile as she stood up beside her, gripping onto her hand once more.
'Lets go then.' Sam agreed, taking Quinn by the hand and walking through the trees with the rest of the glee club in tow.
A few hours later and they were all getting tired, and frustrated. They hadn't seen any kind of structure that could have someone buried in it. But then Mercedes had a thought; 'if her body has been here all this time, shouldn't it have rotted away by now? I mean its been a really long time?' She looked at Kurt next to her who nodded.
'Maybe she found a way to preserve it or something?' Puck suggested, stepping over a large root, trying to kick it down for the girls to get past. Santana was helped over by Brittany, the Latina clearly struggling with her leg the way it was.
'She used magic.' Santana groaned out as she landed on the other side.
'Magic?' Sam looked at her as he and Quinn walked hand in hand next to the girls.
'Well come on, none of this is normal, she must have been a practitioner or something before she died. It was the 1800's or whenever.'
'I guess, this is all too fucked up for me I can tell you that.' Finn said, looking back at them from his position at the front of the group. But then something stopped him in his tracks.
'Finn, what?' Rachel asked, running over to him and grabbing his arm.
'I think we just found her.' He pointed straight ahead, a large concrete structure, the same grey of the tower, was a few hundred yards away.
'Now what?' Sam asked, motioning to Rachel and the book.
'Well like the paper said, we have to cut of her head and pierce her heart. It's the only way to separate the soul from the body, and should..' Santana cut in.
'Send that bitch straight to hell.' Brittany squeezed her hand tightly, Rachel nodding.
'Great, so how?' Quinn asked.
'I think we need to go and see what we have to work with first, then we can decide how to do it.' Puck motioned for them to walk forwards. But as he stepped into the clearing, something pushed him back. 'Woah, what the fuck!' He yelled, looking around at something invisible. He lifted his hand to the invisible wall and found that it was in fact, a wall. 'What is this?' All of the glee clubbers formed a line along it, each lifting a hand to feel the, force field?
'Shit, this is cool.' Tina said, getting a few odd looks from some glee members. 'What, it is!' Mike hugged her, and then they went back to inspecting the wall. As Quinn went to place her palm on it, she felt something coarse through her, making her shiver.
'San, do you feel that?' The brunette shook her head, but then she was watching Brittany at the wall, she hadn't tried to touch it herself.
'What is it?' She asked, but before the blonde could respond, as she touched the wall, she was pulled through it. Sam and Puck who were closest to her tried to follow, as she landed on her stomach on the other side, but it was no use. They couldn't crack through the force. Santana was quick to run over, but then Quinn turned onto her back motioning for the brunette to stop.
'No! Santana don't touch it!' The Latina stopped before she laid her hand on it, the blond exhaling a sigh of relief.
'You okay?' Sam asked. She nodded and then looked around. 'Try and come back through.' She got up and walked back over to it, placing a hand onto the surface she felt it. Hard and immovable. She was stuck on this side indefinitely.
'Erm, Q?' Rachel said, her voice shaking somewhat as the blonde looked at her. 'Turn around.' The blonde did, and she was met by a terrifying sight. It was Isabelle. And Roger, or whatever his name was, they were both standing in front of the tomb.
'Silly little girl….' She grinned, many of the glee members flinching back at the saddened of it. And then Brittany felt Santana try to pull free of her grasp.
'Santana! No! you heard what Quinn said.' Brittany pulled her back, the rest of the kids all keeping one eye on Quinn as they watched the two girls argue.
'B, I have to.' Santana pleaded.
'Why? You don't Santana, please!' She had started to cry, which Santana thought was cheating, but she had to go through. 'You're leg,' She reasoned, 'You're hurt you cant….' Santana interrupted, moving her hands to hold the blonde.
'B honey, look at me. I'm fine.' She positioned the blonde's face in front of her own. 'And I am the only one who can go in there, and I will not leave Quinn to face them alone okay. This is my fight too.' Brittany sniffed, her eyes darting all over the place until Santana gripped her face with both hands. 'I promise we'll be okay, but I cannot stand here and watch this unfold when I know I could be in there helping.' Santana placed a deep kiss on her girlfriends lips, and then stepped away form her.
'You stay there Santana!' Quinn shouted, the brunette ignoring her.
'Okay,' Brittany said quietly, 'be careful.'
'Always.' She grinned, 'I love you, Brittany.' She said sweetly, kissing her one more time and then walked up to the wall. Letting out a long exhale, she pressed her hand against it.
'Santana! I swear to God if you come in here!' Quinn yelled again, but the brunette was already flat on her face by her side. 'Damn it S!'
'What? This is gonna be fun.' She said sarcastically, grinning at the blonde as she hauled herself up.
'Oh, fun? not the time for sarcasm.' Quinn looked back, Brittany and Sam were linked, the boy with his arms over her shoulders. Both girls looked back and smiled at them, before turning to face Isabelle.
'Come to play?' She asked, floating forwards slightly with Robert at her side. 'Come to die….'
'Come to kill you.' Santana spat back. But a smile and a wave of Isabelle's hand sent her flying backwards, crashing into the invisible force field. She fell to the ground in agony, hearing a terrified yelp from Brittany whilst Quinn helped her stand again. They could hear the rest of the glee club in the background, Brittany was crying now and everyone was letting out murmurs of worry, but they had to focus on the task at hand.
'Any ideas would be appreciated guys,' Quinn called back to them, because she had no idea how they were going to get out of this. Isabelle and Robert encroaching on them dangerously.
'Who's first then?' It was Robert, his voice cutting through them, making them shiver as they held each other's hand. 'I quite like blonde..' He laughed, winking at Quinn as Santana pulled her slightly to her back. Robert saw this and turned to the Latina; 'But then again, I'm not all that fussy.' He Laughed once more, Santana giving her best glare but it wasn't phasing him. He walked up to them, only a about ten feet away. Isabelle had stopped a while back so they thought this was just a warm up. They could kill this little freak, right? With no weapons, an injured Latina and an incredible amount of fear paralysing them slightly, no problem.