Tendrils wrapped around Santana's hands and feet and quickly yanked her backwards pinning her to the wall firmly as Charlie slowly got up and dragged her tongue along her lips. She flicks her eyes to Santana who struggled hopelessly against her bindings for a moment before turning to look at William Schuester's corpse. "A coffin, we're going to need something to seal this up," Charlie says speaking up looking at Santana for a moment, watching as she struggled.

"Charlie let me go."

Charlie flicks her eyes back at the body on the ground for a moment before moving to the metal doorway that separated the hall and banged on it loudly. Hopefully getting the attention of a guard that was paying attention. "I bit you, and I healed you at the same time. You've made it clear a million times that you don't want to be a blood whore. You'll be back to normal by the time we get back to the manor."

Even with her scratchy voice, Charlie's voice was brisk and to the point. It sounded like Quinn was in the room accessing the situation. "I'm not going to—"

"Thank you, for your blood. This is merely an unfortunate side-effect," Charlie explains. "Quinn's going to be pissed." Charlie grumbles mostly to herself as the door slides open and that weird looking muppet of a shifter pokes his head inside. She turns to Santana expecting her to say something.

"Please let me go?" Santana begged.

Charlie blinks twice before pinching the bridge of her nose for a moment and pointing at William's corpse. "I need a wooden coffin, and we're going to need to seal the remains just in case. Do not touch him, I will move the body."

The man blinks surprised at her scratchy voice. "You can talk?" When Charlie narrows her eyes at him he immediately takes a step back and takes off to do as she asks.

Charlie returns her attention back to Santana for a moment, "I'm going to let you go now. But I will tie you back up if you get too close. Normally I'd burn the remains but given the situation, we're going to need a body to show Quinn. This is far more serious than I thought it would be."

Santana slumps forward as Charlie lets her go and she rubs her wrists as she studied Charlie, had she always been that attractive. She had taken control of the room and she was even barking orders out at the guards. Her mind's still fuzzy, and it's hard not to approach Charlie who had turned her back on her and gently run her fingers along Charlie's back. When Charlie turns to look at her again she leans forward and kisses her, pressing her lips firmly against Charlie's ignoring the fangs that were out as she kisses the vampire deeply.

Charlie gently shoved her back firmly. "Santana."

"Quinn doesn't need to know," Santana mumbles as she pushes back kissing Charlie again. She groans into the kiss when she feels Charlie's hands gripping her thigh and for a moment she thinks Charlie is going to give in until Charlie pulls away from her once more. "Charlie," it's a whine but she doesn't quite care. She's never needed someone this badly before. Even Quinn had never made her feel like this.

"Turn around."

Santana shivers as she feels the hot breath in her ear, and looks up at Charlie only to realize that her eyes are black and does what she asks. She'd been with Quinn she knew how these things went. Charlie gently pushes her against the wall and she can feel Charlie rest her hands on her hips causing her to let out a small sigh.

Charlie gently pulls Santana's hair back revealing her neck and leans in and kisses it. "You headbutted me earlier. I could have taken you to such pleasure. You would have screamed my names to the heavens," Charlie murmurs against her neck. She listens to Santana's moan for a moment, and inhales deeply. "Now? You're going to have to learn patience," Charlie says as she pulls away suddenly and black tendrils suddenly wrap around Santana tightly causing her to fall backwards into her outstretched arms. With a bit of effort she tosses Santana over her shoulder as she looks at the guard who were struggling with a large coffin.

Santana struggles, but the binding is too tight and she's left hanging helplessly, her mouth covered with the black bindings that Charlie had wrapped her up in.

"Ignore her, she's been bitten, I need to keep her tied up for now, and my attention on that body. Now open the damn coffin," Charlie barks at the men.

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Santana glared at Charlie angrily from where she was currently laying on the seat, still bound by Charlie's shadow abilities. She couldn't even remember how long she'd been tied up, and Charlie seemed to enjoy her gagged which meant that she couldn't curse the vampire out.

As if Charlie was aware of what she was thinking the vampire flashes her a pleased smirk, "You were sexually harassing me, after I told you no. I feel violated," Charlie snorts at this and laughs at how ridiculous her words were. "You should be happy, I made sure you didn't become what you feared."

Her mind wasn't the fog it had been earlier and she'd be impressed by the string of curse words leaving her mouth if they didn't come out a muffled mess due to the gag. She was going to kick Charlie in the shin the moment that she was free from the binds. She lets out a loud groan and watches as Charlie smiles. And to think she had found Charlie attractive.

The car stops moving and Charlie hums at her for a moment before waving her hand slightly, causing her bindings to disappear, "I would continue this but given the situation—" Charlie stopped and looked down at her shin where Santana had kicked her hard, before looking up at Santana. "Ow."

"You asshole! I thought it was going to hurt! What did you do to me?" The words come tumbling out and Santana tries to ignore the fact that she still wants to lean forward and kiss Charlie, the vampire was a surprisingly good kisser. But she certainly wasn't going to be tied up again, so she focuses on her anger and rage.

Charlie rubs her shin and narrows her eyes for a moment studying Santana for a moment before leaning back into her seat. "I am not some young vampire, in the throes of blood lust. Bites are supposed to be pleasurable, it makes it simpler to drain someone dry if they aren't fighting you. Far cleaner as well. It's a skill you learn and I forgot to turn it off, given the circumstances I hope that you can forgive me. At least you now understand why it's banned. It's not banned for our benefit, it's banned for yours. The rush of hormones, the it's like drinking far too much and becoming intoxicated. Consent becomes blurry and the whole purpose of making it pleasurable is so that we as vampires can drain you dry with little effort on our part. Anyway, the way I see it, this is your fault."

"My fault?" Santana hisses glaring at Charlie.

"I'm not the one that got attacked by a thrall. You got to close, I saved you—unfortunately it seems that this conspiracy runs far deeper than we were aware of."

Santana swallows, her memory returning to the creepy image of Will approaching her with the fangs— "He was a vampire."

"Yes," Charlie agrees frowning slightly.

"How? Did you—"

"I didn't turn him, hence why I insisted that no one touch the body. This doesn't happen, he was human. If there had been a vampire there I would have smelled it, but I didn't smell anything that would have alerted me to something not being right." Charlie opens the door the car and steps out and reaches for the coffin that had been bound to the roof of the limo with her abilities.

Santana scrambled out. "What do you mean you don't know? You're like freakishly old haven't you seen everything?"

Charlie rolls her eyes and picks the coffin up with one hand holding it over her head as she walks to through the doors.

Blaine appeared a moment later looking at the coffin for a moment and then at Santana, "What happened? Quinn's in a budget meeting, she would prefer if there were no theatrics."

"We've been infiltrated."

Blaine's head whipped towards Charlie in shock.

"Yes, she talks now," Santana said with a shrug, still surprised that Charlie had broken her vows of silence in front of Blaine.

"I—what?" Blaine sputters. "What happened?"

Quinn suddenly appeared at the top of the stairs, "Charlie?" Confusion on her face as she narrowed her eyes at the coffin and then looked at Santana. "I said to cheer her up."

"This isn't my fault! Though you should totally be thanking me," Santana sniffed indignantly. "Apparently this is my fault."

Charlie tossed the coffin onto the ground and flicks her eyes at the people that were gathering around her. The shifters and the other vampires. "We've got another problem."

"She can talk?"

"Shut up Burt," Quinn snapped as she appeared in front the coffin. For Charlie to break her vow of silence, and stop waving her hands around like a maniac, something must have been dreadfully wrong. She peels back the top and takes a step back as she stares at the body for a moment before looking at Charlie. "What?"

"I know. He attacked Santana, I took his arm. He died, next thing I know his hand twitches and I was confused next thing I know there's a hole in my stomach and he's got fangs. Black court vampires don't turn that fast regardless, and their strain of vampirism doesn't stay in the body indefinitely. Vampirism doesn't stay in the body indefinitely. Otherwise we'd have a bigger problem in the south."

"What?" Quinn sputters. "How—"

"I don't know. I have no idea but this is a problem. One that I truly believe will only get worse. You need to go and tell her. Bring it with you. She's going to need to see it herself or she's going to think I'm making this up. There will be another meeting, but I need to be here. I don't think the Black Court is done in our territory."

"How do you not know?"

"That's what I said," Santana muttered ignoring the look on Quinn's face. She takes a step back when Quinn suddenly enters her space and tilts her head up.

"Charlie did you—"

"I had a hole in my stomach, she offered," Charlie answers immediately.

Santana swats Quinn's hand away when she sees a flash of jealousy, "There was a crazed vampire after me, damn right I offered. I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

"I see," Quinn says turning to look at Charlie for a moment, "Blaine, get my things packed, also we're putting the city on lockdown. Can you rule over the city without me?"

"I won't burn it down to the ground," Charlie promises.

Quinn frowned at this and sighed pinching the bridge of her nose, "That will have to do. Come on Santana—"

"If you take her I will burn the place to the ground, I need someone human to remind me not to kill Burt and the rest of the council," Charlie interrupts smirking at the gathered shifters.

Santana winced watching as the tension rose between them for a moment before Quinn smiled.

"Of course you do." Quinn said turning to look at her for a moment. "If Burt's dead I'll hold you personally responsible."

Santana scowled, "I'm going to my room. You're both assholes as far as I'm concerned. I'm not a bargaining chip." She is promptly ignored by both the twins and heads to her room. Sam was right she was so incredibly fucked if they ever found out.