Santana swallowed as she felt both eyes on her as she entered the spacious dining room, she had hoped to avoid them for the time being. If she could go a few days without having to deal with a vampire that would be great. She immediately twists around Charlie and gently pushes her hand away as she narrows her eyes slightly, "Don't touch me," she hisses angrily.

Charlie blinked and looked at her outstretched hand then back at Quinn who was leaning against the counter sipping on a glass of blood. Charlie makes a gesture at her twin who takes another sip before placing the glass down.

"She's upset with you, perhaps because you got all handsy last night," Quinn informs Charlie who seemed to be surprised by this. "I have told you about foreplay, but you don't listen."

Santana scowled, "Are you kidding me? You think this is funny? You—" Santana turned to Charlie who blinked in surprise. "Assaulted me!" She ignored the surprised look on Charlie's face and turns back to Quinn. "Let's not forget that you humiliated me twice—"

Quinn held up her hand to stop Santana from speaking, she had grown bored with the conversation. "Yes, I know you're upset with us because of what we revealed at the meeting. I don't care. I personally don't understand why you're bringing this up now? You've been our pet for months. You enjoy the perks of being our pet."

Santana scowled, "That doesn't mean—"

"As for last night, there was a time and a place to bitch at us. The correct time is not when I'm in the process of getting pampered. It is not when we're having sex. Also, your annoyance is puzzling considering that you stayed and you watched. While there are times we like an audience you weren't invited, so excuse us for assuming that you wanted to join in. It's not as if we can't smell your arousal, or that we don't notice your lingering looks. We can certainly hear the increase in your heartbeat, we notice everything and it's flattering. But if you do not wish to send us mixed messages then I suggest that you stay out of our quarters especially when we're in the middle of things or things are just about to get started."

"I'm never going to be a blood whore," Santana spits defensively. "I don't care how attractive you two are, I will never be a blood whore, and I would rather die than turn into a vampire."

Charlie makes a gesture at Quinn who nods, "I agree, she is being rather dramatic. I blame you of course. You've been teaching our pet bad habits. You also haven't taught her to stay away from strange vampires, especially ones with a rather unhealthy obsession with her. It doesn't matter how nice they seem."

"At least she listens, and I thought Charlie was nice but she's just as manipulative as you are," Santana points out, only to take a step back as black tendril suddenly wrap around Charlie keeping her in her seat. She quickly turns to Quinn.

"Sit. I handled it," Quinn informs Charlie who struggles against the binding for a moment before slumping down in her seat. Quinn doesn't let Charlie go before turning to Santana. "As much as I want to blame my sister for your terrible spoilt behavior, I accept some of the blame. Correction is in order and since I have business that needs my attention you will be with me for the foreseeable future." Quinn doesn't even look as Charlie begins to struggle again against the bind. "You can get her back and she can play knight with you after and I do mean after you find a proper squire. Sue isn't in the mood for us to fuck around and I still need something to earn my title back." When Charlie shoots her a look, Quinn hums and stares at her sister before smirking and reaching for her glass. "I think I enjoy you like this dear sister, at my mercy. If you want to communicate with me you know how to use your words."

"Should I leave you two alone?" Santana interrupts causing the two of them to turn at her. "You do realize that I eat, here right?"

"I assure you, we haven't had sex in a kitchen in nearly a century," Quinn retorts. "We're not animals Santana, a bed is far more comfortable," Quinn replies with a sniff, ignoring Charlie's quick gestures and a puffed-out cheeks. "Now, do hurry up Santana and get dressed we have places to be. I actually care if you look presentable and this isn't presentable."

Santana stared blankly at Quinn in response and moved to grab a bowl before pouring some of Charlie's cereal into it and reaches for the milk that Charlie pushes towards her. She pours the milk and keeps her gaze on Quinn who doesn't look impressed by her actions. Without another word, she takes a bite of the cereal before making a face at the artificial sweetness that hits her taste-buds. She tears her eyes off Quinn for a moment and stares at the bowl. "You eat this? It's like—pure sugar!"

Quinn snorts when Charlie looks absolutely scandalized by her disapproval. "I've been making that comment for years."

Charlie made some quick gestures before stopping and flipping them off and taking the bowl from Santana. She immediately begins to shovel the cereal into her mouth, glaring at the two of them.

She may not have understood the odd gestures but she did understand the sentiment. With a sigh Santana reaches for an orange and begins to unpeel it, this would have to do. "Fine, whatever, as long as you don't smack my ass like she does." Santana nods towards Charlie who immediately flashes her fangs at her.

"Hurry up and get dressed—I'll have Blaine set something out for you—"

"I can dress myself," Santana interrupts. Narrowing her eyes at Quinn, she was done being bullied by vampires. After what had happened last night she wasn't going to be putting any faith in vampires for the time being. Brittany had seemed kind almost far too kind, and almost human, but they weren't—human. They were monsters that looked and could act human.

Quinn sighed and looked at her twin, "This is your fault."

Charlie flicks her eyes to Quinn for a moment before turning her attention to Santana, before shrugging her shoulders and going back to her cereal.

~O~

Santana shifted uncomfortably in her seat, as she glanced up at Quinn who was sitting quietly in her seat watching the trees whip by, with a razor focus that unnerved her. It was when the twins were like this, unmoving and quiet, that made her nervous. It was like they exuded danger, and they had been in the car for at least two hours. It was mostly forest now and she hadn't seen any houses in a while. "So—" she says after a moment only for Quinn to tilt her head slightly towards her. "Are you taking me to the middle of nowhere to kill me?"

Quinn exhaled slowly before turning to look out the window once more. "If I wanted you dead, I would have left you at home, where you could have another conversation with Brittany. Though Rachel might have also decided to take a bite, you were quite popular even if you weren't aware of it. There are many of them who would stop at nothing to hurt you and we surprisingly can't be everywhere at the same time. You are lucky I came after you last night, and intervened when I did."

"Why did you come after me last night? I thought you and your sister were getting your weird incestual love affair going," Santana asks and looks at Quinn.

"It's very hard to enjoy yourself when there are other things on your mind," Quinn answers after a moment.

"You were worried."

"That Brittany was going to kill you? Of course, all the effort would have been for nothing if Charlie had then killed Brittany, which of course is still a very real possibility. Hopefully Charlie knows better." Quinn is quiet for a moment before she pinches the bridge of her nose, "What am I saying? Of course, my twin doesn't know any better."

Santana was quiet for a moment, "So all of this—it's just about your position?"

"My position was very important. I know you have never left our lands, you've never left Ohio, but things are different outside of our control. There are egos, and the bickering as many different kingdoms have of course, but the way they treat other humans is unsustainable. You may think we're cruel, but you have your freedom."

"We're not free. We disappear when we speak out, torture is common amongst your kind to get confessions. This isn't the utopia that you think it is," Santana retorts quickly, frowning when Quinn finally turns to look at her.

"It's not the dystopia that you believe it to be either," Quinn says after a moment. "New York, once a beacon is now ruled poorly by my wife who insists on playing at being a leader forcing others to worship her on the stage. All while it's filled with crumbling infrastructure. The only reason that she hasn't lost complete control is because she invokes my name on a near daily basis. Eventually I will either need to show up and remind people that the boogeyman is very real, or my name will lose any real power that she can lean on."

"It's not like our infrastructure is amazing, it's breaking down as well. In some areas the water is brown, and let's not talk about the blackouts that we get. Or the busted-up roads, especially in the poorer neighborhoods. So, it's not that great here either." When she notices a flash of surprise on Quinn's face she decides to push the point home. "You need to leave your perfect little garden and actually venture out into your lands. I think if you need to see what can be made better. If you really want to make this place a shining beacon then I think you can if you put in the effort."

"Perhaps, but let's not pretend that there will never be poor people, or disabled people or people who simply don't want to work, asking me to solve everyone's problems is unreasonable and I'd never get anything done. People are free to make their own choices, the only thing that I can do is create opportunity you are free to fail or succeed on your own. As for the crumbling infrastructure, perhaps it's time to cull the shifters and remind them that they only have their position in my society because I will it," Quinn says after a moment, money was given for these public works. An audit would have to be done and then heads would roll for forcing her to do more work.

Santana smiled, and relaxed in her seat, baby steps. She was making a difference, she just needed to keep on working on Quinn. Maybe she could make an actual difference. Next, she would talk to Quinn about a free press, till she could finally convince her to talk to the people she ruled. "So where are we going?"

Quinn flicks her gaze back to Santana for a moment, "You're inquisitive today," Quinn states adjusting in her seat. "I've already told you we have business to attend to."

"We've been driving for a few hours now, and I mean as interesting as a bunch of trees are—you're the only here I can talk to."

"You can always speak to the driver," Quinn points out, "though of course he won't actually tell you where we're going."

Santana frowns, "I mean I thought you were the talkative twin is all."

"Careful now Santana, you're dangerously close to insulting my dear twin, and she adores you for whatever reason," Quinn warned.

Santana swallows, she could hear the threat in Quinn's voice, "I just—she can speak I don't know why she doesn't. Wouldn't it be easier?"

Quinn sighs and picks a piece of lint off her pant leg, it was unacceptable of course. "My sister, Charlotte, cares very little of what people think of her. She cares what I think, she perhaps cares what Sue thinks, though I think that's waning to some degree. That being said she is incredibly self-conscious about that scar and her voice. I do not quite understand why, I like her voice and she has plenty of scars, that she doesn't care if people see. She speaks in front of me, she speaks in front of Sue when the need calls for it, but to others she plays the mute fool. You should be honored, that she chose to speak in front of you. Though I personally suggest it's not something you push."

Santana nods and decides to leave it at that for now instead turning her head to notice that the scenery had changed. "Where are we?"

Quinn's lips twitched for a moment, "Prison."