It's the sound, that wakes her up. Like an animal in its death throes it sounded haunting and she can't help but curl closer to Quinn, who she was certain was awake. She couldn't sleep like this and she doubted that Quinn could either. "Please tell me that it was just an animal or something that got hit," she mumbles, knowing that Quinn can hear her.

"It was an animal that just got hit," Quinn says as she sits up.

Santana turns and flushes, "When did you—"

"I sleep in the nude. It's more comfortable that way and my sister isn't a patient lover. I grew tired of having the clothes ripped from my body whenever Charlie was in the mood." Quinn says. "Do not worry I did it after you fell asleep, and once I finished my book. I had hoped that Charlie would join us however it seems she's found a new favorite game." Another loud agonized moan fills the room and Quinn stands, moving towards her window. "You would think she would know better than to make a mess of the lawn but I think she's making a point to all the vampires that currently reside in the manor, no doubt that they can hear it too. They know that this isn't one of the things that they can push us on."

"You said it was an animal," Santana snaps at Quinn who shoots her an unamused look. "I don't want anyone being tortured in my name."

"A vampire who has no control is nothing more than a rabid dog that needs to be put down. My sister is being cruel, she won't kill him but hopefully he will learn. He will certainly remember not to touch you, though I do hope she's being careful. The last thing we need is for someone else to snap." Quinn tilted her head.

"Quinn—"

"You agree that Hunter needed to die?" Quinn interrupts looking at her. "You didn't have a problem with that then. And you are not a vampire, you do not get a say in how we choose to deal with our own. Exerting dominance through violence, is the only way that we keep them in line or would you like me to let them do whatever they want?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying."

"What are you saying then?" Quinn prompted.

"You think that this won't put me in more danger? You've admitted that Hunter had a very strong following and that you can't exactly murder them all. You think that they won't look at this and try to I don't know revolt? You're torturing him because of me, because he drank my blood."

"A vampire that has no control isn't welcome in our territory, and if they can't drink from humans without consent, then why should he get away with it. Most of them won't bat an eye at the punishment. And seeing what she's doing to him now? It will make them rethink any plans of rising up against us. Would you like to take a look?"

Santana swallowed, she didn't want to but she wasn't sure if Quinn would try and force the point. She could still remember the last time Quinn wanted to make a point. She inches towards the window and takes a look, immediately turning her head away, "What is she doing?"

"Charlie and I do not have the problem of going out in the sun, but others like Blaine simply can't without adequate protection. He will burst into flames, however fire needs oxygen to burn. There is no oxygen in that glass coffin. Those screams that you heard was when Charlie was being particularly cruel. She was igniting him by opening the coffin and closing it again. I hear its agony, the worst punishment that we have. It won't kill him, even if we leave him in that coffin all day which I imagine Charlie will once she's done toying with him. I've heard it described as having your skin burned off layer by layer, he'll be nothing more than muscle and bones for days until he finally heals."

"That sounds—horrifying." Santana says aghast. "He's—"

"Careful Santana," Quinn warns. "You might hurt Charlie's feelings. Isn't that right dear sister."

Santana wheels around to spot Charlie, she had just been down on the lawn with Noah. "How—you need to stop doing that!" She grimaces Charlie's hands and shirt were covered in dried blood and she smelled like ash. The top button on her shirt was undone showing the jagged scar on her neck. Charlie didn't quite seem to notice as she took a step towards her, causing her to take a step back. She notes the hurt in Charlie's eyes and she shakes her head. "You're covered in blood. You might be cool drinking it and bathing in it, but I think it's gross."

"We don't bathe in blood," Charlie says hoarse voice filling the air.

"One would think that the amount of time she spends with vampires would teach her that very important fact," Quinn says moving to her twin to start stripping her out of her bloody clothes. "You do owe Santana an apology, or have you forgotten he's your guy."

Charlie's eyes fall on Santana for a moment, and she's suddenly in front of her before Santana can get away as she envelopes the human in a hug. "It will not happen again," she says ignoring how Santana tries to squirm away.

"Charlie. You've covered her in blood," Quinn reminds her twin. "I'll have to give her a bath."

Santana finally manages to push herself away from the twins and glares at them, glad that things were returning to some normalcy. "I can wash myself thank you, I don't need you joining your sister in sexually harassing me," she sniffs indignantly. "How long do you plan on leaving him like that?" Santana asks nodding towards the window.

"Three days," Charlie's hoarse reply came. "He will heal at night and start again in the morning. He will stay in that box without blood until I decide to release him. He hurt you, he spilt blood in our home and it cannot stand. I won't stand for it."

There was a possessive note in Charlie's voice that made her slightly uncomfortable, and the look on her face was unlike anything she had ever seen. Charlie was the carefree one, to see the hard look on her face sent shivers down her spine. There was a dark fury in her eyes that she had never seen before and the smile on her lips didn't quite look like it was in the right place. "I'm not complaining about this, I am however complaining about the fact you got blood all over me," Santana says. "I'm going to go shower."

"I'll escort you," Quinn says flicking her eyes at Charlie. "Go take a soak, you'll feel better, and perhaps you'll stop scaring our pet."

"I got a promotion," Santana insists weakly. "And I'm not scared. Just all that blood—I can get diseases you know."

"The common cold is not a disease, now come along," Quinn said pulling Santana with her as Charlie dropped her pants and pulled off her shirt as she made her way to their bathroom. "Don't stare," she snips at Santana who looks at her.

"If she's going to sexually harass me and get naked in front of me, I get to stare. I mean you haven't put on any clothes either, so it's like a free show," Santana points out watching as Quinn looks down at herself and scowls at her. She can't help but laugh as she takes the moment to pull away from Quinn who is heading to her closet. She could walk down the hall herself. This was her home and she wasn't going to allow herself to be scared anymore.