"You survived Santana, you need to look at the bigger picture, you stood in a room filled to the brim with vampires. Vampires that would tear you apart, and drink your blood if they could. Some of them have no problem with slavery, or watching animals tear themselves apart for their personal sick and twisted amusement. So, why don't you just be grateful that you got to witness something that I'm certain no human has ever got to witness," Sam groaned, he personally had no idea why Santana had summoned him to her room. Sure, they were sort of in the same place, they were both pets to the Regents but that didn't make them friends.

"The bigger picture is that I'm being used. You weren't there—I'm just a mascot, a way for them to convey that they're better than us. I can't believe that I didn't see it before!" Santana ranted trying to control her temper. She had thought that Charlie was the kind one, that Quinn was the cerebral one, but Charlie was just as dangerous as Quinn. She just hadn't seen it.

"You're not a mascot, you're their pet. You wouldn't have this killer room right down the hall from them if you were a mascot, they'd probably make you sleep in the basement or something. There are spiders down there. Also at this point, about seventy vampires, give or take. Which is why I have to go back to work—" Sam points out.

"You can't just be okay with them using you like you're disposable."

"I'm not disposable, I have a job. You know, I'm going to be head of their security forces. I may still be their pet, but I've got choices. I chose to pursue this and I thought it was going to be difficult, but they just let me do whatever it is I want. I'm okay with being their pet. I'm okay with occasionally having to shift every now and then and play a game of fetch when they need me. Because the alternative to that is that I would be dead, or worse." Sam snaps, growing irritated with the same back and forth that they had been having since Santana had arrived. He had thought that Santana was finally turning a corner, that she was finally going to simply let things go. But here they were having the same conversation that they had been having for months. "Look, if you're unhappy bitch to them. Don't bitch to me about it."

She opens her mouth to rebut, to point out that having a choice as long as that went along with what they wanted didn't amount to much of a choice at all. But Sam was right. Bitching to him wouldn't change anything. "You're right."

Sam's face falls. "Wait, I didn't mean—"

But Santana is already pushing herself past him and making her way to Charlie and Quinn's room.

"Santana, I really think you should wait. Cooler heads prevail or whatever the saying is, right?" He sighs, the moment he realizes that she's not going to actually listen to him. "Well, so you know, heading back to work. Bunch of vampires to guard." She would find out the hard way.

Taking a breath, she marches straight towards the large oak doors and tries the door handle, noting that it was open. Without much fuss, she opens the door pushing them open with as much force as she could muster and strolls in, keeping her head held high. She wasn't going to let them see her as anything other than human. "We need to talk."

Quinn arches her eyebrow, unimpressed at the intrusion. She makes no move to cover herself despite being completely naked Charlie sitting on top of her sister, her hands working on Quinn's shoulders. "I'm a little busy right now."

Santana stops, staring for a moment before deciding to let it go. It wasn't like they were in the middle of things. "I don't care," she insists. "I've spent the past week, being carted around like a doll. I've been disrespected, and you just admitted that I'm like some mascot, that you show off. Like humans are beneath you and the only thing that we're good for is to feed you or to be your pets."

Quinn frowns and tilts her head a bit, to look at her twin who seemed to be in the process of getting off her. "I never told you to stop." She hesitates when Charlie's brow quirks upward at the statement. "Please, I need it," it comes out as a whine and she relaxes when Charlie settles back down and begins to massage Quinn's back slowly. "Mm, right there."

Santana snaps angrily. "Come on, focus!"

Charlie smirks with a shrug.

"We are focused." Quinn answers for her. "Just a bit lower—oh!" Quinn moaned arching slightly when Charlie hits a sweet spot. Her fangs sliding out as she grips the bed.

"If you think you're going to scare me off, with your weird incestuous love. I'm not leaving until my concerns are heard and are dealt with. You lied to me. I thought that you killed everyone, Will, Artie, all the others." Santana insists crossing her arms. "You lied to me and you're using me. I'm just a puppet—my life isn't a game—"

Suddenly Charlie moves sliding off Quinn and giving herself enough room to flip her twin over as she suddenly grabs Quinn's wrists pinning them above her as she leans in and kisses Quinn deeply. Only to pull away and make a sucking noise as a bit of blood spills from her lip.

"We've talked about patience before Charlie. Foreplay is important," Quinn said sitting up and gently wiping away the blood with her thumb. She stops for a moment and drags her thumb against her tongue, tasting Charlie's blood. "Besides, we do have an unwanted guest, and you know how much I hate having sex in front of my pets."

Charlie grunts in annoyance at the lack of contact, but Santana doesn't pay her any mind, deciding to instead get on with it. She needed to stop being distracted by what was going on in front of her. "As I was saying, my life isn't some sick game that you get to toy with. You've been hiding things from me, like the fact that they're still alive. I thought you killed them, that my choices were this or death. I would have chosen to go to jail," Santana insisted.

The words seemed to have their intended effect and Quinn turns her attention towards her an unamused look on her face. "Fine, we'll have Sam take you to prison in the morning." It was clear from her tone that she was irritated, and it takes Charlie leaning in and nipping her ear before making a few gestures at her to get her to smile. "Is that what the smell is? I was wondering." Quinn turned to Santana once more, studying her carefully. "Well, I mean I suppose I wouldn't be opposed to seeing you with her. It has been awhile since we've played that game."

"What are you two—" Santana begins only for Charlie to appear in front of her, causing her to stumble backwards, tripping on her two feet. It takes a second for her to realize she's not fallen on her ass because Charlie is currently has an arm wrapped around her waist. She half expects to find a look of concern on Charlie's face, but there isn't. Instead Charlie looks irritated, probably because she had just been denied by Quinn for sex. So, when the vampire leans in for what she assumes to be a kiss Santana can't help but panic, she didn't know much about vampires, but she did know what sex entailed when it came to vampires. She had met with survivors, those who had become addicted to vampires, to giving blood and receiving blood. That was not going to be her. Even if she found them attractive sometimes, she wasn't going to become a victim let alone an addict who would eventually be thrown away. Immediately she places her hands on Charlie's shoulders and shoves her back. "What the hell are you doing?"

Charlie gives her a blank look and then turns to look at Quinn who sighs, "I imagine trying to kiss you, I've told you a million times that foreplay is important Charlie, see even your pet is horrified at your attempts to have sex with her," Quinn says, a slow lazy smile appears on her face as Charlie unceremoniously dumps Santana on the ground and heads back towards her.

Santana immediately scrambles backwards, ignoring the sharp pain in her lower back as she hits the wall and stares at the two vampires in front of her. They don't seem to be paying any attention to her, which causes her to immediately turn, she needed to get out of here, to get some air. This had not been her most amazing moment. It hadn't even been a good moment for her. The last thing she wanted was Sam to know that he had been right yet again. She would simply try again when they weren't—doing whatever weird mating dance that was.

~O~

Santana stormed down a corridor, fuming. It had been over an hour but she still felt the flames of Quinn's attempts to humiliate her. She wasn't some toy, some plaything for their enjoyment. What the hell was wrong with them?

"Little ducks shouldn't wander around a wolf's den, it generally ends badly for the duck," a voice spoke up from the darkness, startling Santana who immediately wheels around to spot Brittany, who smiled at her warmly, and laughs. It's an airy sound that causes Santana to relax for a moment. "What are you doing so far away from your owners?"

"They're not my owners," Santana snaps before recoiling after a moment. But Brittany doesn't pounce on her, she just nods at her words and Santana relaxes a little. "I'm just their prisoner, a mascot. They use me to remind all the humans to keep in line, that we're nothing more than glorified animals."

"Well, you are. We all are. Humans, shifters, vampires. We're nothing more than animals. The only real thing that separates us from the 'beasts' is that we actually manage our base desires. Some of us better than others. But you don't get mad at a lion for tearing apart a gazelle, I don't see why you hate us because we need to feed on you. We're apex predators little duck, we can't help some of our base desires."

"Yeah, but you can help being an asshole." Santana grumbled petulantly.

Brittany smirks at that, folding her arms over her chest. "True."

"I mean, is it a requirement that if you're over a hundred years old you have to be a maniacal demon hell-bent on making every person around you as miserable as fucking possible? Because it sure as hell seems like it."

"Not that I know of."

Santana looks up at Brittany, somewhat surprised to have actually received an answer. "That was a rhetorical question." When Brittany just smiles Santana relaxes for a moment, finally someone was listening to her. "I thought that they were different, that they valued what I said. That they took my opinions into consideration, I mean they certainly didn't act like it, but I'm just a toy to them. I mean I knew Quinn was a bitch but I thought that Charlie was different—" Santana looks up when Brittany giggles at that.

"Charlie has spent centuries playing the fool, it makes people underestimate her. What you saw today was an example of that. The mutism helps, but she's just as dangerous and just as cunning as Quinn is. Quinn simply doesn't hide what she is."

"A bitch?"

"Others have called her worse." Brittany shrugs. "Though not many are brave enough to insult either of the twins in their own home. So, you are either a very brave duck or a very foolish one."

"Yeah, well all because it's their home doesn't give Quinn the right to humiliate me in some weird incestuous sex game, just to turn Charlie on or whatever," Santana muttered under her breath.

"Well, they are very good at sex. The best really you should try it sometime," Brittany hums before smiling at Santana. "I'm very good at sex too."

Santana can't put her finger on what it is, but the hairs on the back of her neck stand on edge. The way she looks at her is downright predatory, but that probably doesn't mean anything. She's seen worse looks from other humans and if anything, it is familiar. Internally, she rolls her eyes at herself. Sure, she needs to be on guard, but Brittany seems harmless. "Why do you call me duck?" Santana asks deciding she had already had enough about bitching about the twins.

"I like ducks. There's a little pond where I live, and the ducks swim around and I feed them. It relaxes me. I like you, and you're tiny so you're my little duck," Brittany shrugs at this and leans back her blue eyes still focused on Santana.

"That sounds nice—it sounds normal," Santana says after a moment.

"Perhaps you'd like to feed the ducks with me," Brittany offers.

A little voice in the back of her head tells Santana that everything will be fine. Feeding the ducks doesn't seem too bad after all, especially not after the day she's had. But there's something else that holds her back. "I probably shouldn't."

"Should and shouldn't." Brittany frowns. "You think too much, you should probably get in touch with your baser instincts. Do you want to feed the ducks with me? It's a yes or no."

Santana hesitates for a moment, there was an edge to Brittany's voice that made her want to runaway and hide but she shakes her head. "I mean I—"

Brittany hums and adjusts her body so she's in front of Santana, "The twins, are special. They are different and they are dangerous and they don't listen to anyone but Sue and each other. But I would listen to you, little duck."

Something about the promises and repeated insistence has the warning bells in Santana's mind blaring. She is probably overreacting. It's probably just the result of Quinn and Charlie being them and the fact that she's tired. But whatever it is helps her make the decision. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm going to my room and have a nice long bath."

Brittany smirks and Santana swears her eyes start to glow. "Little duck swimming in her pond? Are you sure you don't want company?"

Santana swallows, suddenly realizing she's in far more danger than she realized. "I'm sure. It was nice talking to you Brittany, but I really should go back to my room." Santana stands up and begins to pull away, trying to keep her pace even so it didn't look like she was fleeing only to feel a firm grip around her wrist, stopping her. She inhales deeply and turns to Brittany, "Let me go, please."

Brittany tugs her back and inhales deeply, "I think you'd make a fine squire, and I'm sure that your blood will be lovely little duck," Brittany hums smiling as her fangs extend slowly.

Her blood runs cold at the thought. After all of this, is this her final destiny? To become one of them? Because of her own stubbornness and pride? No. She shakes her head, resolutely. "I'd die before I become one of you."

"Don't be so hasty, I can be very persuasive." Brittany purrs. "Immortality can be a very beautiful thing."

All those training sessions with Charlie, where she had been beat and humiliated have sharpened her instincts. It is something she hasn't even been aware of until she instinctively kicks out, sweeping Brittany's legs out from under her.

Santana scrambles away, putting as much distance between herself and the new threat as possible, not even noticing the hazel eyes that watched the entire exchange. "Yeah, no thanks," Santana insists immediately. There was no way she was turning into a blood sucking vampire. She glances back and nearly freezes when she realizes that Brittany was no longer there. She comes skidding to a halt, and turns back only to see Brittany in front of her.

"So, full of surprises little duck—" Brittany smiles only for the smile to slowly fade from her face as a black shadowy tendril suddenly wraps around her extended hand. Brittany tugs on the limb to try and free herself but she can't. Instead she turns to stare at Quinn who seemingly stepped out of the shadows. "I'm simply making my case," Brittany says tilting her head and smiling.

"I never knew you to be so pushy Brittany. I thought we made it clear that she was under our protection," Quinn said her voice quiet, a cold look on her face. "She turned you down, she doesn't want to be another in your long line of broken toys. Now, I suggest you go back to your room and you stay there before I am forced to get my hands dirty."

Brittany turned to look at her wrist for a moment before shrugging her shoulders and smiled once more at Santana who had immediately scampered off to be beside Quinn. "I'll be seeing you little duck," Brittany says with a simple wink before Quinn frees her and she turns to head back to her room. "But don't forget what I said, we really can't help but give in to our base desires. They might pretend to be above it but they're just as bad and just as guilty."

Santana watches as Brittany leaves and exhales slightly and turns to look at Quinn who seemed to be making sure that Brittany had indeed left. "I—"

"When did my sister teach you that move?" Quinn asked immediately turning her attention to Santana.

"She didn't. She just sexually harasses me with her sword," Santana responds flushing slightly.

Quinn scoffs at this, "Of course that's what she does. Come along, and stop talking to strange vampires. Didn't your parents teach you better?" Quinn sniffed.

"Well, maybe if you weren't such a bitch," Santana mutters under her breath only for Quinn to flick her ear. "Ow."

"I heard that," Quinn retorts and smirks when Santana flips her off. "I see spending time around my twin has been disastrous for your manners. You'll be attending to me for the next few weeks while I break you out of the habits that you've developed with her."