AN: AND here we are the night of the blood moon. Enjoy. Review. Let's leave the pitchforks and torches at home people.

Santana kissed along Charlotte's naked shoulder as she climbed into bed with the vampire, maybe after tonight they could just forgo having separate rooms. She was going to see Charlie's wolf tonight, she was going to be near her wolf. "Oi—Chuck." She shifted her body so she was on the opposite side of the bed and poked Charlotte's cheek. "Come on wake up," Santana grumbled. She was going to be late for Cheerios and even though Sue had been leaving them in the wind. She was practically going double duty and it was odd for any of the vampires to not be awake after the sun rose. She tapped Charlie's cheek again and immediately jumped back when Charlotte's eyes snapped open, black as night her fangs slipping out. Santana immediately had the sense to scramble back falling off the bed as Charlotte snapped into a sitting position and looked at her.

It her that she couldn't just flash away because the bond between them was closed and Quinn didn't believe in letting anyone into her mind. "Shit—" She was about to call Quinn when Charlotte's eyes snapped back to normal the veins receding and her fangs sliding in.

She turned to Santana and blinked at her, "You're on the floor why?" she questioned.

"Your face!" Charlotte quirked a brow at Santana who growled realizing how that sounded. "You were doing your freaky vampire face. I thought you were going to fucking attack me," Santana said keeping her voice down. Not that it was any use if any the other vampires were listening in on the conversation.

Charlotte grimaced, "I'm sorry if I scared you, I forgot where I was at for a moment." She looked at the clock and moved stumbling for a moment as she tried to flash to her wardrobe. She stumbled forward and caught herself.

"Are you—when was the last time you fed?" Santana frowned slightly as she scrambled up to help Charlotte, who immediately pushed her away.

"Yesterday." Charlotte answered truthfully, it was barely a mouthful. Just like she had been drinking for the past couple of weeks. It was enough, she was fine and it was enough. She straightened herself up and relaxed for a moment inhaling before flashing to her closet and grabbing her clothes to wear for today.

"Bullshit," Santana said taking a step and blocking the exit.

"You saw me have some blood," Charlotte reminded her, with a roll of her eyes.

"What I saw was you pour a blood bag into a cup, warm it up in the microwave and then take a sip and dump the rest away—" Santana trailed off. Charlotte had always done that in front of her, she hadn't thought anything of it. "You're starving yourself?"

"No I can't stand the taste of blood in this century. The blood is disgusting, and I can barely stomach it like Quinn and Sam have clearly gotten used to. It's what you eat, I can taste it and it makes me feel sick. I'm not starving myself, I'm just figuring out how to dine on a diet that tastes like chemicals and hormones and this terrible aftertaste. What you eat, what you put in your bodies I can taste it. Perhaps if I had gotten used to the slow change but it's like going from proper coffee to that instant stuff that tastes absolutely awful."

Santana frowned, "Why didn't you fucking tell me or someone?"

"Because there is nothing you or Quinn can do. I mean Rachel is probably the closest thing to a century ago, but if I even make the suggestion Quinn will have my head. I'm not going to bite into everyone's sweaty disgusting necks just so I can find another vegan. I figured the taste would grow on me. It hasn't." Charlotte waved her hand. She'd only been trying poorly for a month to get a mouthful down.

"So feed off me," Santana said stubbornly. "We're already having sex and—my blood tastes disgusting to you as well?"

Charlotte winced she hadn't wanted to have this conversation with Santana anytime soon. "Not as bad as most other people's. I imagine the wolf in you and the insane training you call Cheerios' practice cleans up most of it, but I can still taste some of the chemicals that they put in the meat and the preservatives that they put practically everywhere else. You can't go vegan, because you're a wolf. So there is—"

"I'll eat the organic grass fed—humane shit that is more expensive. Rachel's been going on about how I should switch. Tried to get me to watch a documentary about tortured chickens." she could eat better. Sue was always trying to get her to eat better anyway and Rachel. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because you're still uncomfortable with the vampires drink blood thing and I had it perfectly under control," Charlotte says stubbornly as she grabs a pair of jeans, and begins to slip them on. "I wasn't going to ask you to do something that you weren't ready for," and it was an intimate step that no one seemed to understand. Offering a vampire your blood was—it required trust and love, it was about the quickest way to win a vampire over. They really needed to explain it better.

Santana sighed and carefully approached Charlotte wrapping her arms around her waist tightly nipping at her shoulder gently. "You should still tell me that's what people do right? It doesn't bother me nearly as much anymore. I mean Sam fed off me, and Quinn gave me some of her blood. I want to help you. So I'm going to do it. You can't starve yourself, we'd figure something out."

Charlotte frowned a bit and rubbed her arm she should have said something to Santana. She had thought she had everything under control. "It wouldn't be forever—just so I can acclimatize to the taste—we'll go week by week? You adding something that you like to eat back into your diet slowly." She shifted for a moment the apology tasting foreign on her tongue. She was stubborn and usually denied any wrong doing, but she could have killed Santana. Accidentally before Quinn or Sam could have stopped her. "I'm sorry—I put you in danger and I thought I had it under control."

"We're supposed to be a team. So if something is bothering you tell me and I'll tell you." Charlotte nods at this and Santana smile for a moment. But Chuck not mentioning it bothers her a bit more than she wants to let on. As much as she wants to joke about it, she doesn't really want a cryptic vampire girlfriend. She likes what she sees underneath when Chuck shows it to her. "Hey Chuck, it's not just about sex right?" There's a hesitance in her voice, because she's unsure. They are still vampires and Chuck doesn't talk about the past nearly as often as she should. She has all these experiences and all these memories.

Charlotte glances at Santana, they don't even have nearly the amount of sex that either of them wants. They should have kept the apartment, but she kisses Santana's cheek. "No, it's not just about the sex between us."

"So no more cryptic vampire—hiding stuff that you think I can't handle?" Santana asks because she's already been with someone who is incredibly hard to follow at times, and she doesn't like not understanding or having all the information.

"I'll try, and if you don't understand something or I'm being cryptic then you need to ask me to explain, and I promise I will."

Puck didn't like Penny, it was just that simple of a fact. She followed Sam everywhere, interrupted their time together just so she could cling to him. She ignored the annoyed look on Sam's face and just kept up at it. She was rude to Quinn and Charlotte and he was surprised as hell that they hadn't said or done anything about he had finally asked Quinn about and she had told him quite bluntly that Penny was the witch sacrifice that they were going to use.

A part of him knew that he should be bothered. A huge part of him knew that he should care that they were basically tricking this girl into being a sacrifice. But he loathed her as did nearly everyone else in the house including Sam. It wasn't a great loss and he had been forced to the sidelines with Sam giving him apologetic looks all the time.

Truthfully Puck wasn't completely sure if the sorry looks were because Sam was being tortured by Penny or if it was because Sam was sorry for hurting his feelings. Which was weird he shouldn't give a damn if Penny had taken up residence in Sam's room. It wasn't as if Sam was having sex with her. The thought bothered him more than anything. Puck slammed his locker shut with a bang. This sucked these confusing feelings that he felt, were driving him up the wall. He knew he didn't like men, he'd looked at other guys and felt nothing and he couldn't figure out why Sam caused him to feel good. It's not like they had done anything since that night they hadn't even talked about it. It was almost as if it never happened. He had no idea if he should bring it up—or just let it die.

"You need to stop thinking," Quinn said as she approached him an annoyed expression on her face. She rarely monitored the bond—actually she never did unless it was actually an emergency. But since Puck had been kidnapped she had paid more attention to him, as had Charlotte. Always making sure they knew where he was. It was just to make sure he wasn't kidnapped again. She had felt his confusion, and she could feel how hard he was thinking. Puck was—simple, she liked that about him.

Puck flashed Quinn a grin and his thoughts finally quieted down, "Sorry," he said sheepishly.

"Do I want to know what you're thinking of—if the answer has something to do with how you want to have sex with a Cheerio or my sister, or me, or Santana—then the answer is no. No I don't want to know Puck." Quinn stated crossing her arms over her chest.

"I want to have sex with your brother," Puck stated giving Quinn a giant lopsided grin when she glared at him. "You told me that you didn't want to hear about me wanting to have sex with anyone in the pack or a Cheerio. I want to have—sex with Sam." He said keeping his voice low.

"Why?" Quinn hissed at him.

"Because he gives the best—" Quinn's hand shot out and covered his mouth interrupting him.

"I'm sure you were going to give me details that I don't want to hear. But let me clarify, why are you talking to me about this?" Quinn said. "I can make a list of the people who are far superior in dealing with this sort of thing than I am. My sister comes to mind, so does Rachel. I am not a matchmaker Puck and he's my brother. I promised him I would stay out of his love life." Puck shot her a quizzical look and Quinn shrugged. She may or may not have slept with one of Sam's girlfriends when they were still human. Sam had found out. Punches had been thrown, there had been some name-calling. They hadn't talked to each for months, with Charlotte and Sebastian as the go between. But never once had Sam gone to their father.

Puck took a step back, "I think I may like him," Puck admits to Quinn groans. "But I'm not—I'm not gay."

She isn't a matchmaker, she doesn't do this shit. She doesn't even care one way or another. "So tell him that you might like him. The end. Sam is incredibly open to a lot of things in his life, new people new ideas. He'll be open to dating you if that's what you want. Or you two can do whatever you two do when you're alone together. Apparently it's fiddling each other's joysticks." Quinn shrugged. "Do whatever you want, you hurt him I kill you," she said with a dismissive wave, there wasn't any bite to her voice when she said it. It was Puck. "Stop thinking so hard. It's just Sam."

Puck was about to say something but Quinn had turned her back on him and walked away. The conversation clearly over. He watched her leave and smiled, it was probably as much support he was going to get from her. He'd talk to Sam after this blood moon business was over. At least then Penny would be dead.

Hannah had banned Brittany from going to see the spell taking place, they had no idea what was going to happen and she didn't want to put her daughter in the line of fire. Which was stupid because she was sure that she could protect herself if push came to shove. She certainly had more skill, than Rachel who was going to go see the ritual magic. It was like she was being left out of all the fun, first the sex club and now this. It was unfair and she ran her finger along the ring that Frannie had given her. She understood though, why she needed to stay at home. It probably wasn't even safe for Rachel to be there, and she glanced at the ring on her finger. Rachel would need to be safe and she was sure Frannie wouldn't mind so long as she got the ring back.

"That's why I think you and Mike should do another dance routine that will completely blow the judges away," Rachel said as Brittany walked together in the halls.

Brittany blinked coming back to reality and leaving her own thoughts behind as she looked at Rachel. "I don't have time I'm becoming Buffy," she informs Rachel who turns to her a confused look on her face.

"The vampire slayer?" Rachel says and Brittany smiles and nods. "You do know that some of our friends are vampires right? And they probably won't like the fact that you're becoming a vampire." If Santana complained about how the vampires were cryptic, she was conveniently forgetting that Brittany rarely gave the full story.

"It's cool, I'm only supposed to hurt the bad vampires. You know the really bad ones. And I have my own Giles and I'm totally going to have sexy time with her even if she doesn'tknow that yet," Rachel was giving her that look which showed that she wasn't completely understanding what was going on. She sighed, and grabbed Rachel's hand after pulling off the ring on her hand. "I learned that I can be a kickass vampire slayer like Buffy and use my magic like Willow. I don't even want to be a slayer but I have to help Giles because she's going to need my help and she doesn't have anyone else right now. You're probably going to need this more than I do. My mom won't let me go tonight. Wear this and you'll be fine, that's what Giles' says. It will protect you from any supernatural attack. Promise me that you won't take it off even though it feels wrong Rachel."

Rachel paused as she felt the odd magic hit her and Brittany was right it did feel wrong. She wanted it off her finger. "Who is this Giles person?"

"My watcher duh, you watched Buffy you know who Giles is. I trust her, even though she's really cranky all the time. I know she needs my help more than she thinks," Brittany said looking at the ring on Rachel's hand. "Give it back tomorrow Rachel—it's important to her, and be careful. Please."

"It's going to be fine and I want to experience what a ritual is like at least once. Quinn doesn't want me there, but maybe I can be of some help, or at the very least learn something. Quinn and Charlotte are going to be busy with the ritual but I'm sure Sam, Santana and Puck will keep me safe."

Brittany sighed, and looked at the ring and then back at Rachel. "Please promise to keep the ring on no matter how gross it feels. Too many people have died lately, Kurt, Santana's dad, I don't want any more people to die or get hurt."

Rachel smiled at this, "I know but they've kept it quiet—and I want to see Quinn as a wolf. Santana and Puck are going to be remaining human just in case to help them, and then Sam's going to take me home and they're going for a run together. I almost wish I could go with them." Rachel admits, because it does sound like fun. It does sound like a good time. Really though she wanted to see Quinn as a wolf. Santana personally wanted to know if they were identical wolves, and she couldn't help wonder if it would be easy to tell them apart just by looking at them. "Maybe Quinn will let me pet her, Santana went out and purchased a squeaky ball. She plans to get Quinn back for all those dog jokes."

Brittany pouted, "Now I really want to go, maybe—they'll let me see later? Without my mom knowing. She never lets me have any fun. Or do anything remotely dangerous." Brittany said grumbling. "Take lots of pictures though before you have to go and text them to me tonight?"

Rachel nodded, "Of course, and maybe some video if they decided to play a bit of fetch. Santana doesn't think they'll be able control the wolf like instincts as well, but that's why she and Puck are going, and since my dad's aren't home—I think I'll just spend some time with Sam."

Shelby Cochran couldn't find Finn, it was like he had dropped off the face of the planet which was why she was at the Lopez residence knocking on Maribel's door. She had heard that the widower had been helping Finn and giving the new alpha as many lessons as she could. Which was why she was here, Maribel had retreated. Maribel was now attempting to get some peace, but at this moment Shelby couldn't let that happen. She understood Maribel's need an urge to get her daughter back right now with the vampires about to shatter the natural order of things, she couldn't let that happen.

It was hypocritical for a dark witch to even care about the natural order, she had turned her back on it for more power. She'd been tired of the confines that doing without magic had brought her, she had needed to save someone and she hadn't been able to. Normal magic had its limits but dark magic didn't, it was rumored you could even bring someone back from the other side, of course the cost of that type of magic would probably be another life. But this was beyond all that was natural in the world, even she couldn't forget her normal teachings. Even though she subverted the balance all the time she didn't use dark magic all the time, she only used it as a shortcut. But a hybrid—if vampires were abominations, then hybrids—well nature had simply determined they shouldn't exist. It wasn't as if people hadn't tried to create hybrids, from breeding, to the use of magic. Even vampires had attempted to subvert the rules by attempting to turn werewolves into vampires, and if this succeeded then there would be another race in the supernatural community. Hybrids. It wouldn't be long until they figured out a way for these hybrids to do magic. They'd be gods amongst men, they'd certainly overtake the vampire's apex predator status.

The door swung open and Maribel looked at Shelby and debated whether she should close the door on in her face. Ever since she had walked into their life things had gone wrong, her husband was dead, her daughter had left home far too early. She had met the vampires and they had been polite and well behaved, there hadn't been any blood drinking and watching Puck, Rachel and her daughter interact with them had shed some light on the situation. She'd even shared some of Santana's favorite dishes with her daughter's girlfriend. They had seemed like normal teenagers. They didn't attack unless they had a reason to defend themselves, and it seemed when they defended themselves they didn't believe in restraint. "Shelby?"

"Where is Finn? We need to be prepared for tonight," Shelby said briskly. He had been so much easier to manipulate than Miguel, it wasn't even intentional. The boy was simply an idiot at times. "They cannot be allowed to become hybrids Maribel."

Maribel sighed, "That very well maybe but I'm not going to be a part of this madness anymore. I've lost my husband and my daughter—I have a chance to mend the relationship. She wants to and I want to, and that means accepting that she's going to choose to remain a pack with the vampires. If we leave them alone they'll leave us alone. We're the threat, and they'll fight back and I'm tired. How long until one of the children get caught in the crossfire and they die? Quinn rescued your daughter she was willing to give up on a righteous kill to get to save your daughter."

"I'm trying to save my daughter and yours, if it isn't me then it'll be someone else. Someone more powerful, someone who hates them more than I do, at least this way I know where my loyalties lay. Now where is Finn?" Shelby said dismissively.

"He isn't here I haven't heard from him all day," Maribel said as she checked for her alpha—but it was radio silent and she paused tilting her head. "I can't hear his thoughts," it wasn't that difficult to hear Finn's thoughts. Many of them had to do with Rachel, when Santana had suggested that Finn was obsessed she hadn't thought that she was serious.

Shelby was quiet for a moment her mind racing, she didn't know what the curse was. She didn't know how to break it, but something that powerful probably required a sacrifice. "We need to find him now. The monsters that you so wanted to have peace with probably have him and plan to sacrifice him to break the curse that's been placed on them. How could you even think of peace with them, they don't have real feelings and beings that powerful don't think of the consequences."

Maribel stared and began to search actively for her alpha, touching nearly every mind in her pack, alerting to the fact that their alpha was missing. "What sacrifice?" Maribel demanded to know. "I thought you said you didn't know how they were supposed to break the curse."

"A curse that can prevent a werewolf from becoming a wolf? The magic that it must have took, the sacrifice—it's going to take some sacrifice to break the curse. We need to find your alpha before your pack loses two alphas in one month," Shelby said briskly. Maribel's hands were tied, losing Finn would tear the Lima pack apart splintering it. All of Miguel's hard work would have been gone and it wouldn't be the vampires who would be killing the wolves they'd self-destruct on their own.

Flashback Tenth Century (1 day after the birth of the twins):

Judy placed the black moonstone between her two new infants. The delivery had been difficult and she was weak, but she didn't have time. If she didn't do it tonight, before her husband came back there would never be anytime. She had no idea when their first transformation would be, but she needed to stop it before it happened. Before he knew, she had no doubt that in his rage that he would hurt her two precious children. It was to protect them, to keep them safe from a man who could possibly do the harm. She had spent her entire pregnancy working on the curse gathering ingredients.

It had been a moment of weakness for her, her husband had been distant. She had been terrified when she had found out that she was pregnant, but he had been so happy. Her husband was better when they had children. Happier and kinder, he loved his children and he would love his two twin girls. He could never know that they weren't his, she wouldn't destroy him like that. Destroy their family, she had sacrificed far too much for this family, to let it fall apart now. They were strong and healthy and alert, he would love them. They even sort of looked like him, he would never question it.

One of the children stirred, they hadn't been named yet, he would get the honor of doing it, but they were good quiet babies. She smiled at them, she hadn't let the others see them yet. Francesca was doing a good job of taking care of Samuel and Sebastian, she had become such a good little girl, doing whatever she asked. Her closest confidant. Everything she asked of her she did without hesitation, she finally had the power to change that memory to take it away from Frannie. It was a safety measure, but Frannie would never remember what she had done.

She looked at the sky, a full moon. Tonight was the night, and she began to chant. Ignoring how tired she was. Ignoring the cost, she needed to strip her children of what they were, of their birthright. To make them human. She knew that she didn't had that much power, she was still so weak. But she needed to get stronger, she needed to become the strongest witch there ever was so she could protect her children. She would keep them safe. She would need to change the spell and make sure they never transformed, she poured the blood over the moonstone as she chanted.

The magic in the air crackled and she could tell that the spirits were not pleased with her, this was dark magic, and it was cruel. But she didn't have a choice, she looked at her daughters and poured the vial of blood onto the stone, using it as a sealing agent. The blood pooled around the stone and began to stretch out touching both children. Almost immediately they began to fuss, their eyes opening as the sound of babies crying out filled the room. She could hear a wolves howl in the background, it sounded distraught but she kept on going, the words slipping from her lips. It was at that moment that one of the children opened her eyes and looked at Judy and for that moment she hesitated, stumbling over the words that she had practiced. It was only for a moment, she caught herself afterwards finishing the curse. As the baby began to fuss louder her hands touching the blood.

Judy nearly collapsed, the magic had left her exhausted, and she nearly blacked out right then and there, her vision blurred and she looked at her two babies. She couldn't get to the one of the twins in time as she placed the bloody hand in her mouth after settling down after a few more minutes of crying. At that moment the other twin moved her hand splashing in the blood and Judy dragged herself and managed to stop that twin from ingesting the blood. She had no idea if the curse worked, if her stumble had caused something to go wrong, but her children seemed fine. She could only pray that it had worked, they were both beautiful. Her beautiful children.

End Flashback

Hannah had finished setting everything up when she heard the crunching of the branches and she turned. It was close to sunset, and once the spell began she couldn't stop it. This wasn't an all or nothing, if the spell was stopped before she could complete it she imagined that a disaster would occur. You didn't play with powerful magic like this and doing it out in the open while she could commune with nature would only enhance her general magic. Standing beside Sam was Finn, and two other people that she didn't know. "They are your sacrifices?" Hannah asked immediately.

"Quinn—you can't just sacrifice Finn!" Rachel said in an annoyed tone they'd been having this argument for the entire drive over. She'd been horrified when she had found out that Quinn was just going to kill Finn.

"Yes I can, he's been a pain in my ass since day one. I know you don't like it Rachel but he's a danger to you and well—everyone," Quinn responded simply.

Santana turned to Charlotte who seemed indifferent to the whole thing, "Look I hate Finn but you can't just kill him Chuck, the wolves aren't going to take this lying down. Even if you are doing them a favor. We don't have any more alphas and the pack will be weakened. The pack will splinter Chuck—"

"And there will be a war with the wolves, if we side with one wolf over the other we can finally bring the wolves into the table and have some form of peace. It's good for your pack, because he's just going to keep on getting manipulated by Shelby, they're just going to keep on coming after us," Sam said. He hadn't been pleased with Quinn dragging Finn into this, but the problem would arise no matter which of the wolves they had taken. Even if they had taken someone at the bottom of the pack. At least this way they were cutting the head off the beast.

Rachel grumbled and was about to say something when Puck spoke up. "He's the one that lead me to get tortured by your mother—he was my bro Rachel and he betrayed me. I was tortured because of him. I say just let them get rid of Finn and Penny and whoever that guy is. I'm not going to miss that asshat."

Quinn smirked delighted that she was going to get her way with this. The end of some little dipshit who thought that he stood a chance. He was an eyesore—always lumbering around panting over Rachel. She could deal with Rachel's disappointment later. Finn was a danger and by sending this message it might finally make the wolves more reasonable.

Hannah decides to interrupt before the teenagers can get into an argument, "I'm going to be using a lot of magic, in this. You two will each have a moonstone. You're going to need to kill the vampire first and then the wolf, followed by the witch, let their blood mix with the stone and then drink from it. The blood needs to be fresh. I need to focus, and I have practiced the spell a hundred times but I shouldn't be interrupted. I don't know what will happen if I am and something could go wrong," Hannah informed them briskly.

"What happens if something goes wrong?" Rachel asked curiously while she watched Sam start setting them up the sacrifices in the circles.

"The whole point of this is to integrate the wolf and the vampire, it won't kill them but I imagine suddenly having another presence in your mind will make them go mad, or worse. They might get stuck if they transform. The wolves have been separate beings for the past thousand years I don't even know what's going to happen if something goes wrong. This type of thing has never been done before," she admits and looks at Sam. "You need to keep me safe once the spell starts, away from any distractions. I can get it done, but if someone enters into my pentagram—well I don't know what will happen."

Sam nods and points to Santana and Puck, "We'll make sure no one interrupts you or this ceremony. I'm sure Rachel can help—but if there is danger. Puck will take you to safety, before coming back to help," Sam said. "I'm sure Santana and I can handle anything that comes up."

Quinn looks at her twin, "Are you ready for this?" She asks holding her hand out for her baby sister.

Charlotte looked at Quinn's extended hand and then at Santana, before taking Quinn's hand. "I am." Who knows? There might be some benefit into being able to turn into a wolf.

Quinn nods, suddenly glad for Santana's presence, she doubted that she would have been able to convince Charlotte that this was a good idea. She can feel the doubt in their bond. She would have forced her twin into this if it had come down to it. They had been loud and if Frannie had found them then their father—the man who they had believed to be their father was probably not that far behind. She wasn't going to be weaker than him anymore. She wasn't going to be afraid anymore, she wasn't going to fucking run anymore. She was going to end this. "Then let this ritual begin," Quinn announced as Hannah handed them the moonstones. She looked over at Rachel who had a worried expression on her face. "I'll be fine Rachel." Quinn said before smirking, "But if I'm not, a kiss for good luck?"

Rachel shook her head, "Friends don't kiss," she said crossing her arms over her head.

"Brittany." Quinn said smugly.

Rachel opened her mouth to protest that Brittany was a very special case, and most people didn't kiss their friends. "Puck can give you one then," she said with a smile.

Quinn crinkles her nose, "I don't know where his mouth has been. I imagine very close to my brother's dick or on it. Santana's mouth has been very close to—"

"Quinn," Charlotte hissed at her sister as Santana grinned.

Rachel rolled her eyes, Quinn would think of a way, and she glanced at Puck for a moment before leaning in to press a quick kiss to Quinn's cheek. Quinn moved quickly and pressed her lips against Rachel's. Rachel didn't pull back right away, she had missed this, even if Quinn wasn't trying to dominate the kiss like she normally did. Quinn's lips were surprisingly soft. Why couldn't Quinn just admit it? Just admit that she liked her. "Quinn," Rachel murmured against Quinn's lips.

Quinn pulled away and looked at Rachel for a moment. "I couldn't help myself," Quinn admits and straightens up. She's beginning to have that odd sensation in her stomach again and she doesn't like it. "Be safe, and make sure you listen to Sam and Santana. I don't know if I'll have any control when I turn."

Rachel nods and she watches as Quinn turns back to her twin, she wonders if she should put the ring back on. She knew she had promised Brittany but it had felt so foreign, and odd and she hadn't been able to concentrate after a while. She takes a step back and stands beside Sam, who looks worried and she gently squeezes his hand to comfort him, as Hannah explains to the twins when to kill each sacrifice. The sun's starting to set and she hears the cracking of bones as Finn begins to shift. Both Santana and Puck barely notice him as their own eyes begin to glow. Immediately Sam moves a bit closer to her, when Quinn turns to look at her again.

It's a waiting game till the moon is high in the sky, an orange-red color and Hannah begins to chant, the ritual starting. Rachel exhales because it seems that for once something is going right without some horrible disaster about to happen. She closes her eyes as Quinn and Charlotte immediately move forward striking the vampire together. She is so focused on what's going on that she doesn't notice that Sam has shifted and he's looking around.

"We're surrounded," Sam says and looks at Santana as the two of them immediately go to protect Hannah as she continues to chant. He pulls off his jacket and his eyes turn black, the fury in his eyes and his voice evident. He had known this was coming but still couldn't they just leave them alone? Hannah doesn't stop chanting, she doesn't even look up at them, a focused look on her face. He can smell the fur, hear the panting the low growls. They've come for their alpha he knows it, it doesn't matter if it was Finn or some Omega this was always going to happen. "Rachel keep close when Puck gets a free shot he's going to carry you out of here and to safety."

Quinn's fangs are out as she keeps looking at Rachel—letting her come was a shitty idea from the get go, but she had wanted her here, to be there for her. Charlotte had Santana comforting her and perhaps she wanted the same. The thoughts were confusing the emotions confused her, even more but she couldn't leave Charlotte to do this on her own. The spell had already started and it couldn't pause now—magic didn't work like that. She flicks her attention back to Hannah and then Finn, hopefully the wolves would clear out once they're alpha was dead. Hannah says the phrase that she's been looking for and her hand flashes toward Finn who is knocked out of the way at the very last moment by a black wolf with grey, Quinn's hand ripping through flesh and bone the warm blood coating her hand. She hears a scream, it's torn between anger and sorrow as the wolf drops dead at her feet and she feels her twin immediately move getting some of the blood from the wolf. She looks over at Finn's wolf who seems to be coming to again and she looks at Santana who looks like she's about to cross over the line to get to the wolf. It's Sam who grabs her by the waist and holds her back, it looks like she's struggling and Quinn whips around and grabs her twin's arm to keep her from breaking the circle to go to Santana.

It's only then that the smell hits her, she's been distracted and it had happened so fast. She had just killed Santana's mother—in front of her. It had been an accident, she had been trying to kill Finn. The bastard had to have some cat in him, he had escaped death so many times. He was supposed to be the one lying dead at her feet not Maribel Lopez. "Charlotte we have to stay, we need to finish this. No matter what the cost is," she reminds her twin. "She needs to gain something from this—so stay."

Charlotte is about to say something, and from the look on her face it is probably not going to be something she wants to hear, but there is a loud crack and the twins turn to look at Shelby who is walking past the wolves and almost immediately waves her hand throwing Penny out of the circle. The wolves immediately surround her tearing the witch to pieces. "Fuck," Charlotte says.

Rachel stares in horror, and immediately feels the bile rise to the back of her throat, as she hears the sound of a woman being torn apart by wolves. It's cannibalism but there's a more pressing issue at hand and she needs to make sure that the spell is done correctly. "Puck." The wolf turns to her from where he's just slammed his foot into a wolf that's gotten to close. There's a violent and angry look in his eyes. "I need you to trust me."

Puck frowns at Rachel, but nods. She's one of his friends and he trusts her, he's known her since they were kids and she's never been anything but nice to him. Even after his dad left. "What do you need? Jew babe?" Rachel moves to him and he bends over so she can tell him and he looks at her like she's lost her damn mind. "Fuck no."

"Puck trust me," Rachel demands. She's not even sure if it will work, it's not that she doubts Brittany but she has no idea who this Giles is. She doesn't trust Giles and Brittany is going to have to answer some very serious questions if she has to drag Brittany's mother into this she most certainly would.

"Sam—we need a witch in like thirty seconds. Knock her the fuck out so I can fucking rip her head off," Quinn snarls at her brother who has been struggling to hold off a pack of wolves and Santana to keep her from lunging at Quinn. She'll deal with Santana's rage and anger later, but right now she feels it. She feels this presence in her mind, something foreign and yet not. They are so close."

"Santana—you can beat the shit out of Quinn later, but you need to put it aside right now, because Charlotte is in danger and she needs you to keep it together for her. I need your help to bring Shelby to justice," Sam says quickly as he tears open is flesh and brings the blood to Santana's lips. "Drink." He feels the hesitance for a moment but Santana begins to drink. "Puck keep Rachel safe." Sam orders as he flashes to Shelby his arm which is healing outstretched. His eyes black and his fangs out.

Shelby's reaction was instantaneous as she immediately focused on bringing him down, as Sam hit the ground his body wracked with pain. She glanced at Santana who was moving towards her and flicked her wrist sending the werewolf flying into some trees. Now it was finally time to end this farce. She could feel the magic moving in the air and she turned to Hannah, a former friend who had left her in the cold when she had needed her the most. She had been trying to bring back a friend from the undead. She had been Hannah's friend to, and she had needed the power. The power that dark magic had given her. But Hannah had turned on her, the friendship since childhood ending coming crashing to an end. Dreams of New York, the dreams that they had made together had come crashing to the ground. She'd been kicked out of her home, she'd been left penniless and destitute, and she had made a deal with the Berry men. Hannah had been the one to ruin her life, she had been trying to help her friend to free her from this curse. They were more powerful together than apart. She was about to strike at Hannah interrupting the when Santana attempted to move at her again she flicks Santana away again and the wolves immediately attack her and she begins to struggle to get them off, Sam is struggling to get to his feet and she narrows her eyes at him, doubling the magic she's using on him. He lets out a groan of pain and Shelby turns to give Quinn a look, she's won this one. She's about to turn to Hannah again when she sees Puck who is holding Rachel move her to where that witch had been. "Rachel—what are you doing?" Shelby asks loudly.

Quinn turns to Puck and Rachel, and it's like in slow motion as she watches as Rachel extends her arms and Puck tears them open. She doesn't hear the scream that comes out of her throat as she watches as the blood flows from Rachel's wrist. Rachel looks up at her, the look of pain on her face fades and she shoots Quinn a smile and mouths some words as she collapses. Puck looks at her guilt on his face before flashing away. Its shock and she feels numb as she drops to her knees but her twin grabs her by the shoulder and drags her to Rachel's body. She can hear her heartbeat slowing as Charlotte touches Rachel blood and forces her own hand to touch it. It's like getting hit by electricity as the magic jumps into her body. She can't hear Hannah's chanting anymore, and the shock starts to wear off. She crawls to Rachel tearing open her wrist, she doesn't hear a heartbeat anymore and there is a pool of Rachel's blood, but she doesn't care she needs to bring her back. She shakes Rachel gently, "Rachel—it's not funny anymore. Wake up," she still can't hear a heartbeat and she can't see her chest moving. She's dead—she can't be dead. She was supposed to protect her and she was going to convince Rachel to resume their relationship—a relationship. That's what they had, a relationship. "I like you remember—and you can't leave me alone with these lunatics or I'll end up slaughtering everyone," Quinn says quietly cradling Rachel's head. "Please—just come back—please Rachel."

Charlotte looks at Hannah who has finished the spell and Sam's down and Quinn is—a quick glance at her twin let's her know that Quinn is to out of it, not that she can blame her. And she can feel it just under the surface her skin prickling. She loathes fighting but she needs to move, everything smells and sounds louder than before and she can barely concentrate. All her senses are heightened and it feels like what happened when she turned. She moves grabbing Santana and helping her to her feet. "You need to leave—you need to go Santana. Take Brittany's mom and go. Take Sam with you and tell him to take Puck and run," she hisses.

Santana stares at the golden eyes and she can see it, the wolf, the wolf is in pain and discomfort and she wants to comfort it. She wants to stay and protect it. "Chuck—"

"Santana you promised you'd listen when I told you to run," Charlotte snaps at her and her voice shifts and Santana takes a step back surprised by the primal energy she's emitting. "Run." She demands and Santana flashes away grabbing Brittany's mom and grabbing Sam who was getting up.

"We need to go and I need to kill Puck," Santana snarls as she runs through the wolves in her way knocking them to the side.

Quinn keeps shaking Rachel, it hurt just like when her brother's had died and she feels sick because she's unsure what it means—it can't mean that she actually has feeling for Rachel can it? That Rachel was right and everyone was right and she was in love with Rachel. The tears slip out and she touches her cheek the rapidly coagulating blood drying but she knows that she's crying and she looks at Rachel again. Not hearing Shelby screaming at her, not hearing the thunder and lightning paint the sky. She has feelings for Rachel—she has feelings for Rachel and it hurts. It hurts that she's gone, the sob rips from her throat. How can Rachel be gone? How could she have been so weak? The diva who had slipped past her defenses so easily, she hadn't even noticed. She had been blind and she had lost her—Rachel had died not knowing. This is how her brother must have felt when Sebastian had died. That he hadn't known how he felt. "I think I love you—so please come back so I can tell you. Please." She begs, her voice cracking.

Shelby doesn't even notice that the wolves had all abandoned ship and are running away from her. As her own anger spikes, how dare Quinn touch her daughter. This was her fault. Rachel had been killed because of these vicious immoral abominations. The lightning she calls down is meant to hit Quinn to force her away from her daughter. She was going to make the blonde vampire hurt. She had been trying to prevent this. Her daughter's death and yet it had happened. She doesn't mean to hit the other vampire but she needed to be punished to. As the lightning hits her full on in the chest sending her flying back, past her twin into some trees.

Charlotte's head slamming against the trunk of the tree hard as a branch suddenly sprouts from the tree tearing through her chest and she slumps over, the blood pouring out of her chest.

Santana drops Sam and Hannah as she clutches her head, the bond with Charlotte blinking out. She had felt the pain, the immense pain and then nothing—she couldn't feel Charlotte anymore. "I need to go back—she's hurt."

Sam who had recovered enough stood, "Who?" he demands.

"Chuck—she's down, I need to go back Sam—she's hurt."

Sam frowned Santana wasn't immortal and judging from the strange weather patterns Santana could very well die. "Charlotte will be fine we can't die—you need to go with Brittany's mom. I need to go save my sisters." His true face was on, he was going to murder Shelby. He wouldn't feel remorse, he wouldn't feel guilt this needed to be done.

"I can't feel her anymore," Santana said and she moved to turn back to go help when Sam grabbed her.

"I apologize for the headache you're going to feel tomorrow," Sam said before he knocked Santana out, he wasn't going to let her kill herself. Sam turned, "Puck. Get them both to safety," he said coolly. He could smell Puck's scent and he didn't have to wait long as Puck moved to his side.

"She told me—" Puck said immediately trying to defend himself to let Sam know.

"Not now." Sam snapped at him, he needed to become that monster that he had prided himself in managing to bury. "Go. Now." With that he flashed away leaving Puck with an unconscious Santana and Hannah Pierce.

Puck looked at Hannah for a moment before he grabbed her and flashed away, he'd get them to the vampire's house, it was safe there and then he was going to run away. He knew that Santana and Quinn would find him and he was sure they'd murder him slowly. He really needed to stop being so trusting.

Quinn had felt the searing pain and the bond between her and sister blinking out and she turned to Shelby, her eyes glowing yellow, the anger didn't bubble over. It exploded and she let out a loud growl which caught Shelby's attention from where she had turned to look at the impaled body of Charlotte Fabray. Her face felt odd and so did her hands but she didn't care. Right now all she wanted to do was tear Shelby's face, and rip her head off. She had done this and she was going to pay. She didn't give a damn about how crazy Shelby was or the fact that she seemed to be bending nature to her will. She was going to fucking kill her.

AN: I'm sorry Katherine. Truly I am. Rachel dead, Charlie dead, Shelby's lost her mind. Next time on The Original Family—well if I say anything right now. Well—spoilers. Review people. I will tell you that—oh crap I can't say that it's a spoiler. So just hang on to your seats.