"You're a vampire, stop being a baby about it!" Santana insists watching Charlie rub her forehead. She was certain the vampire was exaggerating. Her own head still throbbed and she certainly wasn't acting like a wounded bird, and she was certain she would feel a bump tomorrow. Charlie had accelerated healing, she was fine.

Charlie bares her fangs and shoots her an annoyed look before continuing to rub her head and walk alongside the correctional officer.

Santana rolled her eyes and adjusts the notepad in her arm for a moment, Charlie was being a child. "How have the tests been going?" She asks the correctional officer.

"He's getting worse. That's to be expected. Though the doctors think it won't be long now."

"Long? As in a breakthrough?" Santana asks looking at Charlie excitedly.

"Until his body gives out, he's barely eating, he's not sleeping—he's a human, his body will eventually give out. I mean one of the vamps that came by said he's lasted far longer than any thrall that he's ever seen. Doesn't mean he's not dangerous," the correctional officer replied.

Santana's shoulders slump at this information, but she looks at Charlie, "I know that they might have been innocent but maybe killing them was the nicest thing that you could have done for them. I mean Will's not there, anymore is he? And if he is, and he's just trapped in his own mind—I think that's a fate worse than death."

Charlie turns to look at her studying her for a moment and then makes a gesture, and a look.

"You're here because I want you to feel better. I mean yeah, they may have started out as innocent people, but something happened to them and I mean I guess they're already dead. So, you were just putting down bodies." Santana says before frowning, it sounded like something Quinn would say. It sounded like a justification that she wasn't quite thrilled with. "You didn't do anything wrong."

Charlie makes a face as they enter the solitary confinement wing, before finally shrugging.

Santana blinks, it wasn't what she was expecting, Charlie didn't seem happy. She moves closer to the vampire, and gently takes her hand. "I don't think you're a bad person. I think the person who did this to them, that turned them into those mindless beast is a monster. You don't kill people that don't deserve it—I mean now. I don't know about your past, but I'm certain that back then it was the same. You didn't go around killing innocent people." Charlie still doesn't say anything and she looks at the officer, "You can leave us now."

The officer hesitated for a moment but one cold look from Charlie was enough to send him scurrying as he closed the door to the corridor behind him to give them privacy.

"Okay he's gone now, you can say words, right? You can actually talk because you know this isn't attractive. You pouting, you're not scary like this. You don't look like the knight of the red court, you just look like a sad human. So why are you upset?"

Charlie studies Santana for a moment before heading to the only cell that was being used and looks inside at William Schuester. What's left of him looks up at her from where he's crouching at the corner and bares his teeth at her. She frowns slightly, before looking at Santana. "I don't think you should believe in me. In us," she says finally her voice just as scratchy and as hoarse as it had always been.

Santana swallows. "I don't understand, I mean you're real, you're right there in front of me, right? Or is this one of your vampire tricks?"

"No, but the vampires, the shifters—we're just human." Charlie explains and then laughs at the idea. "We're all just human, and I'm so fucking tired." She runs a hand through her hair and shakes her head. She doesn't flinch when Will begins to shuffle towards the bars and reaches for her. "I killed my first-born son. Did Quinn tell you that?" Charlie asks turning to her.

Santana shakes her head wordlessly. "I—I mean she mentioned she had children but she never told me about you."

Charlie nods at this statement and goes back to studying Will. "She probably would never admit to you, that she understands more than you think. Once upon a time we were terrorists ourselves. We were young, Quinn wanted vengeance more than anything, and I—well I just wanted to be free Santana. So, we stole what we could and we created an army. I learned how to fight and I was good at it—I learned quickly and Quinn she was like fire and ice, she wasn't a fighter but she planned everything out. We were gaining power, gaining respect." Charlie taps her throat. "They tried to kill me while I slept. But I lived. And they died horrible agonizing deaths. I had a taste for death back then. Perhaps I was just as angry as Quinn was, but one day we weren't human anymore."

"You were bitten?"

"No. We don't have a sire, not like every other vampire. We didn't know that vampires existed till much later. But we thirsted for blood, we couldn't be killed. This change scared our little army and it was then that we knew that we couldn't trust anyone. So, it was just me and Quinn and that's how it's been for centuries. We killed so many people together, took on entire armies. The people feared us, we were blood drunk, there was no end to our excess," Charlie said inhaling sharply, her eyes had dilated and her fangs were extended for just a moment, as if she was relieving the memory. "I can't count the years, but my son had turned into a man. I wanted to spare him, a mother knows. Even if he might not have known who I was. But he called me a monster, and he wouldn't stay down. I begged him to, I didn't want to kill him. I don't think I did, but he didn't get a clean death. I broke him, and then I took his head."

Santana's eyes widen as Charlie looks at her, she didn't know what to say to such an admission. "I'm—"

"You weren't there. Don't apologize. I never looked for my second son. He could have gone on to have a family, I could have a human family out there," Charlie says but shrugs. "It doesn't matter now, Sue took us in. She brought us back down from our feral state. But it's five hundred years Santana, of killing, of snapping back whenever they snap at us, and all I want is to eat my cake and watch my cartoons and just be happy."

"Oh."

Charlie shrugs. "Killing him isn't going to make me feel better."

Santana shook her head, and moved towards Charlie. "I didn't bring you here to come kill him. I brought you here to see if you could fix him. If maybe there was a way to bring him back. I mean yeah it's far easier to kill them but maybe—"

"My powers don't heal."

"Bullshit, you two heal fast. What if you could, I mean undo damage."

"You think we haven't tried? Even if this was a normal wound. That—isn't a normal wound. It's like a tear of the mind. Something's broken in his head, and there is no fix to that. There are no drugs, there is nothing, he will burn himself out Santana, and he will die. Whether I kill him now or he dies on his own it makes no difference to me."

"Oh. Quinn said that I should kill him."

"If you don't have to take a life you shouldn't," Charlie says looking at her carefully.

"Don't kill him, I just—he was a friend once," Santana said looking at Will carefully, he looked gaunt, and there was an empty look in his eyes. He almost looked harmless like a zombie. She takes a step closer to him, he looked pitiful and she raises her hand towards him before Charlie could stop her, realizing her mistake as Will latches on and yanks her hard against the bars. She screams in shock, which only grows louder when she suddenly falls backwards, Will's severed hand still around her wrist. She looks up at Will who was currently missing a hand and thrashing about and looks at Charlie in shock.