"So, this entire time I thought I was sneaking around with the two of you, you both not only knew you were probably laughing at me behind my back!" Santana hissed tugging on the leash trying desperately to get free from Charlie who was currently dragging her to her room. "I am not having sex with one of the two people who seem to get off on fucking with me and terrorizing me," Santana said crossing her arms over her chest and digging her heels deep, so she wouldn't be pulled along like a lamb to the slaughter.

Charlie stops walking and turns to look at Santana entering her personal space before flicking her hard in the forehead.

"Ow! I was scared you were going to kill me! Well I thought Quinn was going to kill me, I mean you're not exactly reasonable when you're both jealous, "Santana grumbles and pulls at the leash again. "Case in point. I am not a slave, I am not a pet, I could barely be considered your squire."

"Why would Quinn kill you?"

She was always surprised when she heard the scratchy voice from Charlie and she shivers and looks into her eyes and crossing her arms. "She thinks you're in love with me, and she got jealous. Like you're only supposed to love her or something. Which is ridiculous, you do love Quinn and I'm the infatuation, because I'm new." Charlie doesn't say anything and she really does hate that unblinking stare of hers. It's unnerving because she doesn't know what's going through her mind. "I'm just saying that Quinn's being a hypocrite. I don't want to marry you and I don't want to turn into a vampire. You both have shown your disdain for members of your own kind with your extreme violence, hell I'm not even sure Quinn likes Rachel anymore!'

Charlie blinks once, tilting her head to the other side as Santana continues to work herself up, and ramble on.

"And I like having sex with both of you like I said, though Quinn never lets me touch her like you do, and she always has to force me to bottom out to her which I honestly think is just speciest, which is why I told her that you're better than her in sex. It's give and take."

Charlie's lips quirked upward at that and she pats Santana's head absentmindedly. "You can't go running off when there is a member of the black court here. We're not sure if she's the only one or not, and they might grab you and turn you into a thrall, then I would have to kill you."

"Good." Santana said firmly. "If there is no solution to becoming a thrall, then you need to kill me if it ever happens to me. I don't want to become Will, I don't want to become Artie. I am not and will not be a pawn in some stupid game between vampires."

"This isn't a game." Quinn said causing Santana to jump and wheel around. "This isn't about territory, this isn't about winners and losers. It's not about any of that, we are merely attempting to hold up our end of the bargain. Humans came to us and begged us to protect them, and that is what we're doing. The responsibility that you entrusted upon us. People are dying, innocent people who just wish to live their lives and provide for their families. You put yourself in danger, you put your family in danger, you put the driver in danger because you thought we were going to kill you?"

"Not we, you. She thought you were going to murder her or something because I'm better at sex," Charlie corrected, a pleased smile on her face.

Quinn inhaled and moved towards her twin. "Is that what you truly believe? As far as I'm concerned you refusing to discipline her, is what led to this situation. You refuse to push her, she needs to learn."

"Learn what? The world is a dangerous place? I know that. I'm constantly in danger, you two constantly torture and hurt people in front of me. You—" Santana says turning to Quinn. "Have made it very clear, that I'm not equipped to handle myself. Are you happy now? I've killed someone. I killed someone who was supposed to be my friend." When Charlie smirks pleased with herself, she rounds on her as well. "And you? You may be tired of killing humans, but you enjoy hurting people. Every time I have seen extreme violence it has come from you."

Quinn shot Charlie a smug grin, "See, I told you she needed to learn to respect her betters—"

"You're not better than me. You're both physically stronger, and faster than me. But better than me? Bullshit, you're not better than anyone. They're all just scared to piss you off because of the whole fact that you both enjoy reminding everyone that they're weaker than you. Half of your problems in court are from your own making. So, you're both awful, and you both need to learn respect." Santana exhaled and glared at the two of them. "I'm going to my room."

"We didn't—" Quinn begins but Charlie tugs on her arm as they let her storm out.

Santana stops at the doorway and points to the collar and leash around her neck. "For the last time I'm not your pet. Take it off!" Quinn raised her hand the collar and leash that had been forged from their shadows disappeared and she turns back around and storms to her room, making sure to slam her door loudly. She glances at the collar that she had left behind and pushes it off her desk and lets it fall to the floor. Stupid vampires she couldn't ever go home and look her parents in the eye. They probably thought she was some blood whore or something, and maybe she was.

The twins had known she was sleeping with them both and she felt stupid for even believing that she had been sneaky. "Fuck," she mumbles under her breath. Which probably meant that every decision that they had made was probably meant to get into her pants. Sure, the sex had been phenomenal, but she still felt dirty. Especially now since she knew what they thought of her. This wasn't a home, it was a prison. A very nice prison, and sure most of the people here were annoyingly irritating, and most people gave her a wide berth due to her position but being the reagents plaything wasn't the position she wanted.

~O~

"Sam if you don't stop picking at it, they're going to put you in the cone of shame," Santana paused and then grinned at him, "So keep doing it."

Sam glared at Santana, "Putting me in the cone of shame only works if I'm in my dog-form."

"You're a golden retriever—"

"Shut-up," Sam growled at her, his cheeks turning a rosy red. He wasn't embarrassed by what he was, but today he wasn't in the mood for Santana to mock him and how non-threatening he was. He huffs and picks at his hand only to get swatted by Santana in the arm. "It itches!"

"Sam. Your paw—I could see the bone and it was fractured, it was like it was hanging on by the skin. You don't want your hand to fall off do you?"

Sam sighed and put his arm down, the cast around his hand prevented most of the poking, but he was worried. They hadn't been the most hopeful when he had woken up. "Yeah," there's a note of sadness in his voice before he grins. "But that means that they'll totally spoil me, like they did when I was sick as a kid."

"Even Quinn?"

Sam nods, "When no one was looking, she has a reputation to protect of course, I know Charlie was aware of it." He huffs and glares at the injured limb. "Blaine told me you ran away."

Santana made a face, "Did you know that they knew?"

"Santana, everyone knew. That's why Josh and his ilk have been giving you more space than usual. The last thing that they wanted to do is piss you off and have you send the twins after them," Sam began to scratch at the cast only to be swatted hard by Santana. "That doesn't explain why you ran away."

"I thought that they would be mad."

"They weren't."

"They weren't, I thought that they were going to fight over me or something dramatic, and they'd force me to choose. But they haven't, I don't think I would choose. Though at this point the two of them can go get bent. They're both assholes."

"Who went looking for you instead of securing the scene," Sam pointed out. "They do care about you, I mean just like they care about me. Sure, Charlie occasionally still waves a stick in my face and Quinn makes comments about wet dog, but they still care about me."

Santana rolled her eyes, "It's not the same, Quinn told my parents that I had a dalliance with her sister. My parents probably think I'm a blood whore now."

"But you're not. You've got the two most powerful vampires in existence eating out of your palm. They didn't even punish you for running away. If I tried that Charlie would find a newspaper to smack me over the head with."

Santana wrinkled her nose at the image, her lips quirking upward. "Really?"

"Quinn went through a water bottle phase," Sam said sullenly.

Santana snorted at this before swatting Sam again. "Maybe I should get one of them for the two of them when they're being violent again," Santana mused.

Sam opened his mouth to say something but then decided against it. Deciding to go back to picking at his hand.