Charlie looked absolutely miserable, not that Santana could blame her. She'd woken up to Quinn bitching at her twin sister before throwing her out of the manor until she was back to 'normal', whatever that meant. Charlie wasn't a normal vampire, by any stretch of the imagination. She had an unhealthy fascination with sweet things, which was why she had made sure to bring along Charlie's favorite cereal and some baked goods courtesy of Blaine. Hopefully this time Charlie wouldn't run away. Though she was certain that if the vampire wanted she could steal the food and disappear.
"Alright, look. Quinn says you're upset because you killed a bunch of innocent people," Santana begins watching as Charlie finally looks at her. "You weren't sure if they were thralls or not, you're upset that you didn't catch the monster that forced you to stain your hands," Santana continues looking at Charlie. She couldn't quite read the expression on her face and sighs and hands her the box of cereal.
Charlie stares at it before reaching for the bag of treats that Blaine had packed only to have her hand swatted by Santana, she scowls at her and bares her fangs but it doesn't actually seem to work on Santana anymore. Which only made her feel ridiculous doing it.
"Since it's a long trip to the prison, how about you read my proposal?" Santana suggests.
Charlie scowled at this and made a few quick gestures.
Santana smirked, if Quinn could fuck with Charlie's refusal to speak then she'd totally use it to her advantage for now. "Thank you, I mean Quinn rejected most of everything I suggested, but you're co-rulers, and I think Burt's fucking terrified of you so maybe—" Santana pulls out her proposal and offers it to Charlie who stares at her blankly. "Oh, come on. You're co-rulers and Quinn is doing her best, but you need to present a united front."
Charlie blinked at this and exhaled before taking the document from Santana who seemed pleased with herself. She puts it down beside her and reaches to take the bag of treats from Santana, smacking her hand to make her let go. She opens it and pulls out a cookie that's nearly as big as her head and begins to nibble on it.
Santana rubs her hand and glares at Charlie, "You know that was meant for the both of us, right?"
Charlie looks at the cookie and then at Santana before licking it and offering it to Santana.
Santana grimaces and looks at the cookie and the pleased look on Charlie's face. "You're a child."
Charlie grins and continues to eat her cookie, without having to share it with Santana. She smacks Santana's hand when she reaches for the bag of goodies and this time makes sure that her eyes turn black as she extends her fangs.
"Okay. I get it. You like treats. Treats are good. Treats are the fucking best." Santana grumbles rubbing her hand she was certain Charlie wasn't going to bite her but she was clearly in a mood that didn't bode well for anyone involved. She watches as Charlie munches on the cookie for a moment. "I didn't even know about thralls last year. I mean I thought you just sat on your golden chairs and ruled over us without a care in the world. But you do protect us, and honestly, it's a fate worse than death. I know you're upset about their not being any choice but I've seen what it could do. You gave them a mercy. If I ever become a thrall, I want you to make it quick and painless."
Charlie finished her cookie, and reaches to gently pet Santana's head.
"I'm not a pet," Santana reminds her reaching to snatch the bag of treats from Charlie and placing her hand on Charlie's chest to stop her from getting the bag back. "It's for both of us."
Charlie puffs out her cheeks and makes a half-hearted attempt to reach for the cookies but when Santana pushes her back she grips her by the arm and pulls her towards her, watching as Santana lands in her lap.
"God damnit! Charlie, sexual harassment is wrong!" Santana said as she tried to scramble off Charlie's lap, she couldn't possibly think that this was a good idea. I mean she was sort of occasionally sleeping with Quinn, when Charlie simply wasn't around. But sleeping with Charlie would be the stupidest idea she'd ever had. Just like Quinn had been—
Charlie raises a brow and leaned in, inhaling deeply and smirking at her.
Santana rolls her eyes and pushes Charlie back as she returns to her seat and glares at Charlie. "It's still sexual harassment. Do you generally go around pulling people into your lap?"
Charlie points at her and then nods with a small smile on her face.
Santana scoffs, Charlie was a dick. Quinn was a dick, all vampires were dicks, just in varying degrees. "I don't like you."
Charlie only reaches over to pet her head again, before snatching the bag of treats back as dark tendrils appeared and wrapped around Santana's legs and arms keeping her pinned down to the chair as she opens the bag and picks up the paper.
Santana wiggles in her binds and glares at Charlie, who had pulled out another cookie and was currently eating another cookie while placing her feet on the car seat and begins to read her paper. "Charlie. Let me go."
Charlie shakes her head and continues to read the paper.
Santana glares at Charlie for a moment, there binding was tight but it wasn't uncomfortable. There was no way that she was getting out of these binds unless Charlie let her out, or her attention dropped for a moment. She glances at Charlie once more before grinning at her. "So, you're on top when you're with Quinn huh?"
Charlie slowly puts the paper down and looks at her.
"I'm just saying you like to tie her up and shit, it makes sense that Quinn likes to get fucked. Though she could be a power bottom—oh god is Quinn a power-bottom? That's actually kind of—" A black tendrils suddenly wrap around her mouth gagging her causing Santana to look at Charlie who grins at her. The look causes her to slump back in her seat. She wasn't defeated she just needed to rethink her strategy. A strategy which would make Charlie uncomfortable enough to let her go. She rubs her thighs together first and she knows that Charlie is watching her from where she's currently reading over her proposal. She lets out a low groan after a moment, and wiggles around some more. Charlie dropped the paper giving up all pretense of pretending to read over her proposal. She seemed mildly intrigued by this turn of events.
Slapping on the most pitiful look she can muster and suddenly she can move her mouth as the gag disappears. "Charlie—please. Let me go?" she whines. When Charlie doesn't budge she continues to rub her legs together and licks her lips, she hadn't noticed the slow dilation of her pupils until this moment, Charlie was turned on. Which meant she could use this to her advantage. "Fine, if we're going to do this then I need a kiss, and you can't bite me. I don't want to become a blood whore—please Charlie."
Charlie nodded as she put the bag of treats down and moved towards Santana leaning forward to give her a kiss. Her lips press against Santana's lips for a moment and she's almost surprised that Santana responds eagerly. It's enough to get her to pull back slightly confused over this turn of events.
Santana waits until Charlie leans forward again to kiss her before moving her head forward as fast as she could, slamming it into Charlie's face. Pain explodes in her vision, but she can feel the binds around her body disappear. She opens her eyes to see Charlie clutching at her face and she moves to grab the treats back from Charlie and leans back in her chair, pulling out a cookie of her own and licking it just like Charlie had done. The vampire glares at her, from behind where she's cupping her face, and Santana laughs triumphantly. "You did say to catch them off guard!" She reminds Charlie who finally removes her hands from her face. She had finally won an exchange between the two of them. But she knew that when Charlie eventually struck back she would be in deep shit.