It had been nearly half a year, and the only thing that she knew for certain was that not all vampires were created equal. Cruel vampires that showed no regard for human life, like Hunter, seemed to be both the exception and the rule. Brittany certainly didn't seem cruel in the traditional sense but it was clear that Brittany didn't respect her autonomy. She had felt even more foolish because she had truly believed that Brittany was an exception, she seemed to listen to her and believe her. But she was just as cruel as Hunter was just in a different way.

Then there were the twins. They were the closest to the exception that she had seen, and while she was certain that they enjoyed fucking with her, they were different. Quinn was cold and cruel, when duty called for it but—she didn't view humans as some subhuman class. She just thought that Charlie was her only equal. Then there was Charlie, who at the very least seemed to prefer humanity to all the other players, but she probably had no problem with killing humans. In fact, she was certain that Charlie enjoyed the act far too much.

Santana sighs and flops onto her bed, maybe Artie was right about her. Maybe she was a traitor. She lived in the big fancy manor, and she ate wonderful food and at the very least rubbed elbows with the most powerful people in society and nothing had changed. The twins still thought that they were better than everyone else, humanity was still at the bottom of the ladder. She was beginning to doubt that anything she said or did could change how the system worked.

Maybe she should ask to go back home, maybe she'd be labelled a traitor and a blood whore, but that was probably better than this helpless feeling that she felt. She certainly didn't belong in this world, not with the kingmakers and the powerbrokers. She didn't have anything of value to offer them.

There's a knock on the door and she flicks her eyes to it for a moment before sighing, at least they were knocking. This time. She opens the door and spots Sam who was carrying what appeared to be a tray of tea and some freshly made cookies. "Man, you're so lucky, whenever I threw a tantrum they just stared at me. Charlie made Blaine make this for you, and Quinn sent me because I'm not a vampire."

"If they think that food is going to make me feel better—"

"They don't apologize. They never apologize. They don't do this either, but I think they are sorry. I mean it's completely up to you if you want to forgive them. All I know is that I get to sit here with you and eat cookies and drink some tea. I'm not allowed to have the ones that contain chocolate though," Sam said cheerfully. The bacon flavored cookies were for him.

"I'm not a vampire. I'm not an animal person, I'm just some lowly human, stuck in a place filled with vampires that enjoy feeding on humans. I'm already seen as a traitor, the last thing I need is to be seen as a blood whore as well."

"A blood whore?" Sam repeats as he eats his bacon cookies, a confused look on his face. "Because you live with a bunch of vampires?"

"Please I know the stories, humans that become addicted to being fed upon. They do anything to have a vampire suck their blood, sell their body, they lose themselves."

"Yeah, that doesn't happen."

"You're not human, and why are there strict laws about it?"

"It's not the giving of blood that gets you, they aren't addicted to that. They're addicted to the sex. The one thing every fucking vampire is really good at it's sex. Think about it Santana, you're having sex, your body is flooded with all sorts of hormones that make you feel good, and then they bite you at just the right moment and it's the most euphoric thing you've ever felt. Some humans can handle it, others can not. Not going to lie, best sex that I've ever had."

"You've had sex with a vampire? The twins—"

"No—of course not Santana! They raised me from childhood, if anything it's like having two parents. The fun one and the one that makes you eat the vegetables on your plate," Sam makes a face and shakes his head. "I had sex with Blaine, it was only once but trust me best experience ever. Like I haven't had sex that good since." Sam informs Santana who is just staring at him. "What?"

"Did he—"

"He didn't force me, he didn't trick me, I was sober, and I wanted to. For some of the vampires the age difference is a bit of a turnoff. I pursued Blaine though till he gave in." Sam interrupts as he studies Santana who seems to be thinking this over. "Nearly every vampire that you see was turned. They were once human and most have had a sexual relationship with their sire."

"I figured. Brittany suggested as much," Santana mumbled. "Is that what it's going to take then?"

"What do you mean?" Sam asked as he reached for one of the chocolate chip cookies only for Santana to swat his hand away. He scowls a bit and rubs his hand.

"I can't go back, as much as I want to. I'm different and I don't think that I would fit in with the humans anymore. I was at the prison and Artie made it very clear that I'm sort of race traitor. Maybe they should just turn me and get it over with."

Sam crinkled his nose at the statement and leaned in to whisper what he said next, hoping that the twins weren't listening in. "I don't think they can. They haven't sired any vampires at least none that I know of. I'm sure with Sue as King that she would have insisted. An army of vampires like Charlie and Quinn? But I don't quite think it's possible."

Santana blinked, that actually explained a lot. Though Quinn had mentioned it in passing and it was also likely that Sue had forbidden it. Vampires like Brittany and Sue could be killed and no one could control the twins when they didn't want to listen. It was probably a safety measure. "I just—I'm no good to anyone here. I can't help humanity, and I can't speak for them, because it's bad optics. So, what am I good for Sam?"

"I have no clue," Sam says with a shrug.

"Thanks," Santana mutters under her breath. She didn't know why she even complained to him,

"You'll figure something out. I personally wouldn't put too much stock on what a convicted terrorist says. I mean I know you were once friends and all, but he resorted to violence something that you're obviously against," Sam reminded her. "His opinion is worthless."

"He wasn't always like that. In fact, none of the guys that did it were like that." Santana sighed as she curled up into herself. "He was so angry and there was this like deranged look in his eyes. I mean if they hadn't been locked up for that long I'd think that he was a thrall. But I mean he's in prison and he's the prison cripple—and a terrorist. I can't imagine that the other men are taking it lightly on him."

"Weird," Sam says taking a sip of his tea. "People in that situation after that much time are generally broken. Most of the time, I doubt there's been any real reprieve for him since he got there, and with his body being how it is—well that helplessness—deranged isn't quite the word I'd use."

Santana pauses, "Is it possible that he's a thrall as well? The vampires can't tell the difference, right?"

"He's been there for six months, if he hasn't begun to tear people apart, or self-destructing, then probably not."

"But he was with Will—he worshiped Will, and Will didn't believe in violence either. In fact, Artie began to change after Will did. I mean maybe he knows something. Or knows about who was in Will's life that was new. I mean has anyone asked Artie?"

Sam frowns, ever since it was clear that William Schuester was a thrall, they hadn't gone back to talk to Artie about anything, in fact maybe it was time that they went back to everyone that they had picked up that day, and question them. "Okay, I'll look into it—"

"Hell no. You're not leaving me in vampire central to go and be the hero. He probably won't even talk to you, and I don't want him tortured. If he is a thrall, if he does know something then I'm going to save him," Santana insists.

"You're not going to the prison, if anything were to happen to you they would skin me alive. I'm no longer a cute puppy!" Sam hisses.

"If you don't take me, I'll just find someone else to take me," Santana points out. "Or I'll borrow one of the vehicles and drive there myself."

There was a determined look that he knew he could only break if he went straight to the twins, but doing so would violate Santana's trust. He sighed, Quinn or Charlie was definitely going to take his head and he wasn't looking forward to the chewing out he was going to receive. "Fine but you do whatever I say. If I say you're done, you're done."

"Yeah, whatever," Santana says. If Artie was a thrall and if he wasn't too far gone she was going to make Quinn do something for him. He didn't deserve it, if he was just some pawn in a game between warring vampire factions.