It was the loud crunch that got her eyes open, as she sits up only to spot Charlie sitting at the foot of her bed eating a bowl of cereal as she stared at her. It takes her a moment for her brain to kick into gear and she screams loudly, scrambling backwards. "Holy shit! Charlie! What the hell are you doing in here?"
Charlie took another bite of her cereal, as she stared at her with her creepy unblinking gaze. "Watching you sleep."
"Why?" Santana hisses throwing her pillow at Charlie's face.
"Quinn left last night, I was bored. Do you know you snore a bit when you sleep? Anyway, since you're awake we can start the day."
Santana blinks as Charlie hops off her bed still eating her cereal as she begins to root through her things, she scrambles up and smacks Charlie away from the bottom drawer, before she can open it and glares at her. "That's not a reason for you to invade my privacy! Why are you really here?"
"To make sure you aren't going to sexually harass me any more, it makes me feel incredibly violated," Charlie responded flatly.
"I was high, because you bit me! I don't actually want to have sex with you," Santana insists loudly watching as Charlie suddenly enters her private space. She stiffens for a moment at the intrusion into her personal space, but shrugs it off after a moment. She was too tired to deal with Charlie's weirdness.
"Oh?"
Santana frowned, "I know what you're going to do, string together some words that you hope will get me all hot and bothered, but I'm not interested," Santana crosses her arms over her chest pleased with herself for standing up to Charlie.
Charlie blinks slowly, and then smiles. "Okay."
"Okay?" Santana frowns, this had to be some vampire fuckery, they never just let things go. "What do you mean okay?"
Charlie laughs at this, "If you're fine using your imagination of me tying you up and slowly having my way with you, rather than experiencing it firsthand that's perfectly acceptable Santana. I was curious to see how quickly you'd scream my name, your fingers in my hair as I took you to the stars and back with my tongue."
Santana's eyes widen as she stares at Charlie who seemed amused by her reaction. "Yeah well—maybe that doesn't sound appealing to me."
"Oh? You'd rather be on your knees serving me then? Who knew you were so submissive," Charlie smirked watching as Santana sputtered. She inhales deeply smelling Santana's rush of hormones and arousal. Her skin was flushed, her pupils were slightly dilated, and heart had picked up speed.
The haziness was back and she swallowed, that actually didn't seem that bad. The last time she'd kissed Charlie it had left her breathless, the feeling of Charlie's breath on her skin watching her, writhe in the sheets—Santana swallows again and looks at Charlie who had a knowing look on her face. "I—"
"Anyway, I plan on giving you quite a workout, I'm not even sure how you'll manage it."
"Fine—you win!"
Charlie tilts her head to the side slightly before smirking her fangs showing, Santana was flushed and her eyes were dilated and she could smell the arousal. "Excellent, hurry up and get dressed. You have a lot of catching up to do. I didn't realize how much of a disaster you were when it comes to defending yourself."
Santana blinks as Charlie takes another bite of her cereal and heads out. "What?"
"I'd take a cold shower if I were you, being aroused right now probably isn't the best idea. You're going to need to focus, because I'm not going to take it easy on you."
Santana sputtered that had not been what she'd expected. Quinn had stalked her, Charlie seemed perfectly content to fuck with her. "That's not what I wanted." She manages to stand her ground as Charlie enters her space.
"It's not about what you want Santana. I don't even think you know what you want. What I want and need is for you to have some basic survival instinct. I didn't have to teach Sam how to stay alive. I suggest you remember to breathe."
Santana scowls and shoves Charlie away from her. "You're a dick."
"If you want to see how big it is, then I suggest you move it." Charlie said before she was gone leaving her alone to her thoughts.
Santana grunts as she feels the pleasure radiate through her body, she hated that they could fuck with her like that. She wasn't going to just do whatever Charlie demanded that she do. Today she was going to take it back, her dignity, she'd make Charlie respect her. The thought of the vampire serving her like that was something she didn't mind. Quinn hadn't allowed her that privilege, she'd just need to turn the tables on Charlie somehow. She looks at her closet for a moment, she'd just need to do something that even Charlie couldn't predict.
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"How am I supposed to learn anything if you're moving faster than my eyes can track, you need to teach me the basics," Santana said looking at Charlie who was hanging upside down from a tree. She keeps her face neutral as Charlie studies her carefully. She doesn't take a step back as Charlie suddenly appears in front of her. "I can't see you, and that means I can't protect myself. So, teach me what I'm supposed to do before you start turning up the speed so I can get used to it."
Charlie tilts her head, before appearing behind Santana and placing her hand on her shoulder and lower back.
Santana reacts quickly grabbing Charlie's wrist tightly and shifting her hip, like she'd seen Charlie do every single time she'd watched her training with Puckerman and twists her body using all that momentum to throw Charlie over her shoulder and into the ground. She's about to take a step back and see the damage when her feet are swept out from under her and she crashes into the ground.
Charlie's on top of her in that second pinning her to the ground. She tilts her head again a thoughtful expression on her face. "What was the plan here? You get me on my back and then—" Charlie reels back as Santana's head collides into face, causing her to let go.
Despite the pain radiating in her face she pushes Charlie off and tackles her to the ground in a swift movement, it was her time to pin Charlie. This wouldn't have happened without Charlie holding herself back and even though she's tempted to rub it in, she's on a mission. "The person on top is in charge, right?" Santana says not letting Charlie respond before kissing her deeply.
Charlie nips at her lip with her fang and looks at Santana carefully. "I need to know that you're not doing this because you want me to bite you again."
"Shut up," Santana hisses kissing Charlie again making sure to mind her fangs. It didn't matter that they were outside or that they were probably being watched by several vampires. Right now, she wanted to finally wanted a win. She wanted to have a damn vampire moan her name in pleasure and beg her for more. The rush of power only lasts for a moment before she's suddenly pinned by Charlie who looks at her an amused smirk on her face. "Fuck—come on!"
"We'll take this to my room," Charlie says nipping at Santana's lip.
It takes her a moment to realize that Charlie's no longer on top of her and she groans, but scrambles up herself and heads towards their room. Doing this, fucking the two of them—it was stupid. But she couldn't help it, Charlie was just as fascinating as Quinn was, and just as talented as her twin it seemed when it came to sex. If she was going to die at least she'd go out happy and sexually satisfied.
