It all happened so fast, and she wasn't quite sure what to make of it. Charlie had moved to separate her arm from what used to be William's arm. Despite the fact that she had severed the limb, Will's hand clutched to her tightly, and she knew it was going to leave a large bruise. All she knew was that she was screaming in absolute terror as Charlie bent down in front of her and began to snap the fingers one by one to free her from Will's grip.

"Nothing is going to happen to you," Charlie said in a calm tone, as she gently ran her fingers over where Will's hand had been massaging it carefully as she stared at her.

Santana nods, still in slight shock. She hadn't even seen it, but the cut from the looks of it was clean, and she knew for a fact that Charlie didn't have a sword on her, and there was no blood on her hands either. She glances at Charlie who moved to pat her head and moved to hug her tightly. She could still feel her heart pounding loudly in her chest.

Charlie hesitates for a moment before gently patting her on the back, "You're okay. I won't let anything happen to you," Charlie promises.

Santana nods, as her heart starts to return to normal and she glances at Will, surprised that he seemed to have passed out from the pool of blood that was now pooling around his body. He was probably dead, it wasn't what she had wanted but given the circumstances she was glad that Charlie had chosen to save her. She looks at Charlie as she pulls away, and lets out a nervous laugh. "Thank you."

Charlie nods as she gets up helping Santana to her feet, she gently pats Santana's head and nods towards the door. There was no reason for them to stay any longer, Santana's little experiment to get her to feel something for the thrall had been a waste of time. They died just as easily as any other human and she was tired of all the killing. "We should go—" Charlie stops and tilts her head to where a small movement had caught her eye. She was certain that the fingers that she had just pried off Santana had twitched. She wasn't unused to the sight, sometimes the human body did that after it died. She'd killed more than enough people to be familiar with the sensation. The movements stop after a second and she's about to push Santana through the door when the bars to the cell suddenly flies off, crashing into her body which she uses to immediately step in front of Santana. She barely has any time to react as she feels a sharp pain burying itself into her gut.

Santana stumbles back, at the large crash and watches in horror as Will buries a hand into Charlie's stomach, his eyes were pitch black, and that blackness seemed to radiate under his veins as he bears his fangs at her, hissing loudly. "Fuck!" Thrall's were human. They'd always been human, William Schuester was very much not a human at this moment. He was a vampire, she didn't think they turned this fast and even Charlie had been caught unaware. Her back hits one of the cells and she immediately ducks inside and tries to close the door, to give her some time, as he drops Charlie's body onto the ground and begins to approach her. He's toying with her and with Charlie down for the count and all the guards being shifters, there was no way she was going to survive this encounter.

"Santana."

Santana shivers as she stares at what used to be William Schuester, the words that were coming from his mouth didn't sound human, they didn't even sound like Will. The smile that creeps on his face as he takes another step towards her, toying with her as she scrambles backwards. She couldn't take her eyes off him, even though she desperately wants to find a weapon to swing around. She tried to remember the training that Charlie had given her, she need to take him off guard, she needed to watch him, and she most certainly couldn't blink. She'd be dead if she did, he'd strike in that millisecond.

"Lopez. Traitor." The smile on his face looked like it didn't quite belong, like it was painted on instead of being a crazed sick smile.

Santana resists the urge to roll her eyes, she wasn't a damn traitor, she had never ever wanted to hurt people. As far as she was concerned Will was the fucking traitor, "You're nothing more than an unwitting pawn Will. Fight it. Fight it—we'll find the one that did this to you, we'll find her and we'll punish her." Santana said as Will grabbed the bars to the cell and yanked the bars away, it was like they were made out of Styrofoam.

"Em—ma. Emma. My—Em-ma," Will repeated slowly as he suddenly made a move to grab her with his good arm, his fangs extended as he pounced.

Santana couldn't help but close her eyes when he did, thinking for a moment that it was the end. Instead she feels someone stumble back into her and a low thud, before she opens her eyes and looks at Will's head rolling on the ground before coming to a stop against the door. His body on the ground. Charlie was clutching her stomach as she leaned against her, her breathing haggard a black shadow sword in her hand, one which was quickly disappearing in a puff of eerie black smoke in Charlie's hand. "Charlie—"

Charlie stumbled forward and kicked William's body out of the cell, flipping the body over as she drove another shadow sword deep into his chest, where his heart was. She grunts as she pitches forward her knees hitting the ground, as she clutches her stomach and grits her teeth, her fangs popping out as she looked at her blood-soaked hand.

Santana watches in awe as a shadow tendril wraps around what was Will's head and brings it out of the cell, a shadow dagger appearing, which Charlie buries into his head before grunting and rolling over so she can stare at the ceiling. Her body was already beginning to repair itself. But nothing hurt more than trauma to the abdomen. Stomach acid was eating at her muscles, and her back causing her to burn through quite a bit more blood. "Find a guard, need blood," she mumbles. She could taste her own blood at the back of her throat, the thought of blood right now didn't sound appealing but it would speed up the process.

Santana stared at Charlie, the hole in her stomach wasn't closing quickly, like she'd seen Quinn's wounds heal. They were in a prison, with shifter guards and no vampires. They probably didn't have any blood bags in stock. Which meant that Charlie would be forced to drink from someone, possibly unwilling. She moves quickly without thinking Charlie had gotten hurt protecting her from a vampire—a thrall—whatever the fuck Will was and had been. "Drink from me," Santana insists immediately. "You need it now and by the time that they get it for you, you might have gone berserk or something. So just—I don't know take what you need, and be gentle about it. I'd also appreciate if you didn't—" Santana lets out a small shout as she's suddenly pulled towards Charlie, by black shadowy tendrils. She'd half-expected Charlie to refuse her offer, and she can't help but yelp as Charlie pulls her closer till she's practically on top of the prone vampire. "Seriously though—"

Charlie reaches forward and gently places her hand on the back of Santana's head, pushing her forward so that her neck is inches from her mouth and adjusts herself as best as she can as her fangs pierce skin and she begins to drink hungrily. Santana tasted how she always imagined. Sweet, like candy, perhaps it was the earlier cookie. She didn't quite care as she continues to drink messily, taking what she needed. She could already feel her body beginning to stitch itself back together at a much quicker pace.

She had half-expected the mind-numbing pain that she'd felt when Noah had bitten her. But apart from the pinch that she felt when Charlie's fangs had entered her, she'd only felt pleasure. Pure bliss, that filled her entire body down to her core, which pulsed in anticipation. She let out a small mewl of disappointment when Charlie suddenly stopped and flopped back down on the ground staring at the ceiling and she stared at the vampire who was licking her lips and trying to capture as much blood and swallow it as her body would allow. She stares at Charlie for a moment, her mind a fuzzy haze and she could immediately feel this longing. Her mind clears after a moment and the dizziness passes and she touches her neck but it's as if Charlie hadn't just been fangs deep in her neck. There was no puncture wound and apart from the drop of blood that had managed to escape, her neck was as smooth as it had always been. But what had remained was her pulsating core, and the desperation to be touched. She could feel how wet she was becoming and it was confusing, this situation wasn't sexy, in fact she'd never been more terrified. But she tries to bury it and she gently touches Charlie's stomach, which had just finally closed up. "Are you going to be okay?"

Charlie grunts at the question but nods her head once. She just needed a few more moments to heal and she'd be fine.

Santana nods and gently runs her hand along Charlie's abdomen again, the spark that she felt was hitting her in waves, and she rubs her legs together. And Quinn had sworn that they didn't have any fucking pheromones, that was clearly bullshit, and at this point she didn't quite care, as she leans forward and kisses Charlie deeply, ignoring the bitter iron taste that hits her mouth and Charlie's fangs. She needed this, it had been a very stressful day and it wasn't as if Quinn gave a shit about her anyway. Screw vampires and their stupid pheromones and their weird bodies. It had felt good, far better than sex and she wanted it again, she wanted Charlie to make her feel just as good.