"I need you to go over everything again." When Santana doesn't immediately answer she snaps her fingers in front of her face. "I know what happened was traumatic, I get it you were in an explosion, I'm honestly surprised that you can still hear—but you need to know that Sam will be okay, he's already seeing the best specialist that we have. Charlie will be fine, she's just blood deprived like usual and is taking her sweet ass time."
"There was a hole in her face," Santana snaps blinking when Quinn's brow raises at her tone. "I just—it all happened so fast. But you were right. You were right none of this would have happened if I had just let you kill him. Nancy—" the stinging sensation in her cheek caused her to stop and glare at Quinn. "Did you just—"
"Yes. I slapped you. Feel sorry for yourself later, right now I'm trying to stop the loss of life," Quinn said in a brisk tone. "I've already sent Brittany and Noah to the scene, Charlie would be better, but again down for the count."
Santana scowled at Quinn, "You're such a bitch."
Quinn leaned forward so that their faces were inches from each other. "A bitch who is wondering why my sister decided to follow you. Is there something I need to know?"
There was a dangerous note in Quinn's voice and Santana blinked. "I don't know why Charlie followed me, probably because she didn't want to deal with politics as usual. I do know that she entered the room because she heard the word cake. I'd be dead if Charlie hadn't followed me. So, excuse me if I'm eternally grateful that I had a vampire stalker for once."
"Focus," Quinn says pulling away from Santana. "The more information we have the better."
"I told you everything already, I went through it like four times Quinn. I just saw her and I thought she was just a human from behind until she turned to me and smiled and then it was like, I don't know I'm sure you vampires do something that lets everyone know you're an apex predator."
"She didn't say anything to you?"
"No, she just smiled and I ran back into the car. Flight or fight and thank god I wasn't stupid enough to try and take her," Santana says shaking her head.
"Are you certain that she didn't say anything to you?" Quinn repeats this time gripping Santana by the chin and checking her over.
"Yes, and will you stop touching me?" Santana says smacking Quinn's hands away. "What's with all the concern anyway? Shouldn't you be more worried about the people."
"How do you think a member of the black court creates a thrall?" Quinn says ignoring her attempts to push her off and gripping Santana's chin harder as she studied her neck. She leans in and inhales deeply. "It's certainly not through a bite. As far as we can tell it's done by their words. So, it's of the utmost importance that if you remember anything—"
"Talking?" Santana repeats, something Nancy had said stuck out to her. "I—Artie was seeing a therapist, Nancy said that he was doing better. Will was also seeing someone—I think. I can't really remember."
Quinn froze, "A therapist?"
"A counselor or something I don't really know—" Santana scowled when Quinn turned and began to walk away. Pulling herself up she follows Quinn. "Look, I know you may think about cancelling the elections tomorrow but—"
Quinn turns grabbing Santana as she nearly stumbles backwards. "You have two options, either there is an increased shifter and vampire presence or I postpone the elections for a week while we destroy every single therapist's office in this region."
Santana swats Quinn's hand away, "Look, I get you're angry but I didn't do anything wrong. You need to go on television and explain to the people what's going on. Also, I don't think I have to remind you that it's just Dr. Pillsbury that's the vampire, we shouldn't demonize all therapists—"
Quinn froze, "What was that?"
"Look, you guys are guilty for you know trying to kill a fly with a flamethrower. I mean in some cases it works, in other cases you just end up burning your house down. It's most cases Quinn, look I know that deep down inside you actually—"
Quinn rolled her eyes, "Seriously? Not that. I get it. You care about the plight of humans. I mean what did you say before that. The name?"
"Dr. Pillsbury that was the name that Nancy gave me," Santana explains watching as recognition flickers on Quinn's face. "You know her?"
"I've been alive for hundreds of years, there are plenty of things that I know." Quinn inhales deeply, closing her eyes. "Brittany is in danger," Quinn says pulling away from Santana and walking away.
Santana scowls and reaches for Quinn's arm, "Right, you're back to being a bitch. You can't just walk away after saying something like that. Being all mysterious and shit, Charlie doesn't talk but you have full use of your voice. You know something. Is this some ancient enemy?"
Quinn yanks the doors to her bedroom open, walking inside and ignoring Santana as she walks to the body that is just laying on the bed. "You've slept enough, Charlotte."
Santana jumps back as a shadowy tendril shoots past her grabbing a nearby bottle that she was certain was filled with blood, another tendril appears that pushes the door closed with a loud bang. "Quinn, what are you—"
Quinn doesn't turn as she places a hand firmly on Charlie's chest, more shadowy tendrils appearing wrapping around Quinn's body and writhing about as she looks at her twin. "I am sorry," Quinn whispers leaning forward and gently kissing Charlie's lips before pulling back and allowing the tendrils to fly forward digging and tearing past Charlie's skin.
The sound that escapes Charlie's lip as her eyes snap open, is inhuman, and Santana's certain that she'll be having nightmares about it as Quinn's shadowy tendrils start tearing at Charlie's skin. She looks at Quinn, noting the concentration on her face and also the sorrow, as Charlie screams and struggles, her blood flying everywhere.
"I am so sorry," Quinn whispers in a soothing voice as she pulls open the bottle of blood and brings it to Charlie's lips, forcing it down Charlie's throat, as she continued to work. "We can't lose anyone anymore, so I need you to breathe and wake the fuck up."
Santana reaches for the door, she needed to get the fuck out of here, it was to much. This was to intimate, and she just needed to—Quinn's body slams into the thick oak doors, send it flying open as the wood splinters. She freezes completely, as she feels the breeze and she doesn't even need to look at the bed to know that Charlie was up. She turns her head slowly as she watches as Charlie's fingers dig deeply into Quinn's neck, her eyes were black and she was covered in a layer of blood, the holes in her body were quickly closing as she shook Quinn.
A feral inhuman noise comes from Charlie's throat as she opens her mouth revealing that her fangs had grown in size and for a moment Santana's certain that she's about to tear out Quinn's throat. Which is why she had no idea what possesses her to try and break it up. She only takes one step towards the vampires only to stop when Charlie turns to her, she had always thought that the black eye thing that they did was creepy, sure she had gotten used to it, but that was gone and now Charlie's irises were a blood red, whereas the rest of her eyes were dark as night. She would have pissed herself in fear, but she knew Charlie and she knew Quinn probably better than anyone else in the damn building. When Charlie growls at her, she reaches up and flicks the vampire on the nose. "Oh, knock it off, you know very well that I'm not afraid of you."
It's a complete and utter lie at this moment, and she knows it and she's aware that Charlie's aware of it as the vampire stares at her. "She hurt Sam, she hurt you and she wants to hurt everyone that you care about," Santana says calmly as she slips to her knees in front of Charlie and gently cups her face. "You can go play with Quinn after you do this. And I'm certain that Blaine will make you your favorite treats, so just go. Find her and end it." Charlie doesn't say anything as she slowly fades into the shadows, melting away in her hands before turning into an inky shadow on the ground that moves quickly passing under Quinn and disappearing. She shudders and looks at her hands for a moment before turning to Quinn and moving to help her. She grips Quinn's arm tightly and attempts to pulls her up, only for Quinn to pull her arm away from her.
Quinn stands on her own, dusting off her ruined shirt and looking at Santana, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"I'm not going to tell anyone that Charlie kicked your ass," Santana muttered under her breath. So, Quinn wanted to be seen as strong all the time she could deal with that. She wasn't going to talk about this nightmare scenario if she could help it. When Quinn doesn't respond she sighs, and heads to her room, she needed to decompress and her room was her safe-space. She just needed a few vampire free hours and—
"When did you fall in love with my sister?"
