"Mija—what are you doing here? Do you have any idea what's going on?" Miguel said as he grabs his daughter and pulls her into a hug, it had been a few weeks since her last visit and with what was going on the news, he had been worried. "The vampires—"

"The elections will be held," Santana promised though she had no idea if Quinn would hold situation right now was an on-going one, and she had no doubt that Quinn and the rest of the vampires were currently tearing the city apart looking for Emma. "I can't stay long papi, I need to get out of the city—"

"What happened?" Maribel said moving to hug her daughter as well. They had suggested that Santana leave a few times, but she hadn't. When the elections had been announced, she had understood why. Santana's place had been beside the vampires in charge. Suffering who knows what sort of indignities, but pushing forward a human agenda. It had taken a while but things were finally looking up.

"I did something stupid, and I may have pushed my luck." Santana says quickly, hoping that would put an end to the conversation but when her mother raises a brow and gives her that look, she knows she's absolutely going to need to make something more believable up. "It's partly my fault that this is happening now. Quinn told me that Artie needed to die, but he was my friend. We had been friends once, and I just—I didn't want him to be executed. I was the one who begged for him to have a second chance. And they gave it to him, despite the fact that Artie—he was talking about stuff like humanity first. Like another species war, and I know that will must make things worse for us. He was a thrall, and I didn't see it. I just thought he was angry, I mean I knew I would. He lost the ability to walk, he was thrown in prison, abused in prison—that sort of shit changes a person. I knew that, but I thought that I could change him."

"A thrall?" Miguel pushes. "What's a thrall?"

Santana paused she'd never managed to pin down what a thrall was, not from Quinn and Charlie would only give her vague answers. "I'll admit that I don't even think Quinn and Charlie know, things are happening that they've never seen before and they're like over five hundred years old. What I do know, what I've seen is that—a thrall is someone who is sort of hypnotized by a member of the Black Court, they're the ones that control the South. I mean anyone could be a thrall, and for the most part you wouldn't notice. They're like the exact same, but over time, it's like they slowly lose themselves and go insane. And right now, what's dangerous is that they can turn, after they're killed. It's how I nearly got killed."

"You nearly—"

"Charlie saved me. That's how we found out that they can turn, that's why they're out right now. That's why they've been out and about lately, that's why there have been more patrols. There's a member of the black court that's experimenting on the process I think. That's why they're doing what they're doing now. The terrorists they're probably turned and if they're killing themselves then—"

"Dios," Miguel said as the blood drained from his face.

Santana nods, "I—yeah. All this, it's containment. She was a therapist, Quinn has no idea how many people were infected."

"Should we be worried?" Maribel asks.

"Is it even safe to have the elections tomorrow?" Miguel prompted.

"Yeah—"

"Maybe we should leave too? I mean there are certainly better places than Canada but things haven't been right—another colony perhaps?"

Santana winces she hadn't wanted this. "No, you'll be fine, and there's so much that needs to be done papi, you can't just give up, this place could be the shining beacon that other vampire colonies emulate—"

"Mija, you're not thinking this through. If you disappear, who do you think they'll blame? Who do you think they'll say help you escaped? And they wouldn't be wrong. I thought with you there things would be safe for us and yet you're here."

Santana made a face, she was being stupid, she knew that, but she couldn't explain to her parents the reason why she was truly running away. "Quinn might bitch at you and rage at you, but I'm certain that you're not breaking any of their laws. Charlie certain wouldn't let anything happen to you, I mean she might poke at you and make some weird hand gestures but you'll be fine." At least she was sure that was all Charlie would do, she did seem to be in the mood.

Miguel narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at his wife, there was something that their daughter wasn't mentioning. "Santana, even if we wanted to there is no way that we could get you out of their territories tonight. Not with everything going on."

"Even if this wasn't going on—ever since your father announced that he was running for a position, there have been many in the community who have called him a sell-out, even though they are to scared to stand for the elections. They were worried that were compromised given your new position with the twins. There were spreading awful rumors about how you turned into a blood whore," Maribel says dropping her voice at the term.

Santana bit the inside of her lip, before narrowing her eyes. "I'm not a blood whore," she says forcibly. She sighs deciding to change the subject before her parents could press her on the issue, "It's okay though. I think I'll be able to find my way out, I've got some money in my bag and some supplies, I'll be fine. If I can I'll write to you."

"From Canada?" Maribel points out.

"I'll get word that I'm safe. I promise," Santana says leaning in to hug her mother tightly. She grabs her bag, she shouldn't have stopped here at all, she should have just sent her parents a message once she was out of Ohio. She had been caught unaware that her capture had been such a hardship on her parents, but she should have known. No amount of goods that she ransacked from the twins private kitchen would make up for it. It probably had made other people jealous. Now she had wasted valuable time where the twins weren't aware of her whereabouts to see her parents. "I love you, mami, papi. But I should go now." Santana says reaching for the door and pulling it open.

Santana pokes her head out of the doorway and upon seeing that the coast was clear she takes a step onto the broken down porch. She moves to adjust the bag that's slung on her shoulder when she feels something cold suddenly wrap around them. She looks in horror as she realizes that there's a black shadowy tendril wrapped around her wrist, which slowly takes the shape of a manacle. "Shit." She tries to pull herself back inside the house only to trip unceremoniously as she feels that cool sensation around her ankles.

"Mija!"

Santana swore and rolled over onto her back, struggling to get up. Only to find herself chained to the ground, she squirms, in her bindings, as she hears the sharp heels on the pavement that causes a chill to run down her spine. Charlie was just weird, but Quinn—

Quinn leaned forward so her face was the only thing that Santana could see, an unimpressed look on her face. "I thought when you actually tried to leave you'd be far smarter than this. I don't exactly have time to go looking for a lost pet, but I don't really want to deal with my sister throwing one of her tantrums."

Santana feels something cold wrapping around her neck and flushes in annoyance and anger as a leash appears in Quinn's hand. "Are you fucking serious?" She's suddenly hauled up and pinned against the wall, with enough force to leave her breathless. She struggles and winces when she sees that Quinn's baring her fangs and her eyes are black. "How did you even know I was gone?"

"Do you think, that we didn't know about the hidden duffle bag?" Quinn prompts before dropping Santana unceremoniously on the ground and tugging on the leash. "I realized that I left you unsupervised and Blaine is hardly a fighter, so I sent him back and he informed me that you were missing. You are far too predictable."

Santana yanks on the leash, and glares at Quinn. "Look my parents—"

Quinn flicked her eyes to Santana's parents and suddenly moved, appearing in front of them. "Don't worry, I'm not going to punish her, I've dealt with precocious pets. Have my early congratulations on your win Miguel, I heard you were running unopposed." With that Quinn turns around and yanks on Santana's leash causing her to stumble forward.

"I'm not your pet—"

"Well then stop acting like one," Quinn interrupts. "Why did you run, because I confronted you about your dalliance with my sister?"

Santana's mouth immediately snapped shut and her sheeks flamed up, she couldn't be having this conversation in front of her parents. "Just take me home," she mumbles.

Quinn rolled her eyes, and tugged Santana along, "You should be thanking me, the last thing you wanted was for Charlie to come looking for you in her current state." Quinn sniffed and opened the car door for Santana.

"Shouldn't you be out saving the city?"

"You're here, and we still haven't found Emma yet. Well that's not accurate, from what I understand Brittany and Noah engaged her. Noah unfortunately met a rather untimely death and Brittany's down for the count. The little intelligence I have suggests that she was long gone by the time Charlie arrived." Quinn took a seat across from her and knocked on the window. "Now, when were you going to admit to me that you were sleeping with the two of us?"

Santana leans back in her seat, "I don't see how it's any of your business what I do with Charlie. We never said we'd be exclusive, and I like sex. You know Charlie's better at it than—" She didn't flinch this time when Quinn suddenly appears before her. She does however smirk, despite the fact that she was aware how idiotic she was being, but she enjoyed getting under Quinn's skin far more than she should. "Hit a nerve?" Quinn smirked at her in a way that sent a cold shiver down her spine. She was fucked.