A/N: Suggested by a friend. Supernatural. In a world where Santana is a vampire hunter and Rachel...isn't. Enjoy.
"I think I wanna rethink the whole 'supportive best friend' thing. This is stupid and if you want to risk your life, I should just let you." Quinn says with a small shrug as she stuffs her hands into the pockets of her black pants.
Santana glances over at her friend and rolls her eyes as she takes in her outfit. Quinn is wearing a black skull cap, with a black sweatshirt and pants to match along with black leather gloves that expose her fingers and combat boots top it all off.
"You look like a fucking burglar." Santana says while crossing her arms as they walk behind a few buildings in an alley.
"You said dark clothes. You don't look any better." Quinn says, commenting on her attire. Santana is wearing a black leather jacket over a black tank top with black pants and boots similar to Quinn's, with her hair pulled back into a ponytail. There's also a katana strapped to her back, which in Quinn's opinion is not exactly inconspicuous.
"But the gloves? Really?" Quinn only shrugs.
"I thought they pulled everything together." Quinn says, tucking some of hair behind her ear.
"Plus, I wanted to be comfortable in case I have to fight tonight. I need space to move." She continues as Santana turns left into another alleyway.
"All I'm saying is, we can't really do anything if someone calls the cops on us." She says, wishing she'd never agreed to bring Quinn into this part of her life.
Santana has been hunting vampires since she was 13 after being trained by her mother as soon as she could walk. It's something her mother got involved in after witnessing a vampire kill Santana's father. Santana had been raised to hate vampires, seeing them as nothing but selfish monsters who took away her father before she could get to know him. A few days after Santana's 18th birthday last year, Quinn stumbled upon her killing a vampire and after her initial shock, she decided she wanted to help and wasn't going to take no for an answer.
Santana begrudgingly agreed to train Quinn but then Brittany found out and Santana refused to involve her other best friend. Brittany was to pure to be involved in something as dangerous as this...but Santana found a way for her to be an integral part of the team. Brittany had always been very tech savvy so Santana gave her the tools she needed become the eyes and ears Santana may need while in battle or when out patrolling. Brittany soon started developing weapons and armor for Santana to stay safe when fighting the undead and has been more involved in her hunting than Quinn.
Quinn began to become restless, not being able to hunt but constantly training with Santana and her mom for the last year, but now she's regretting her decision. Realizing how dangerous this could really be, Quinn isn't sure she wants to risk her life anymore...but she wouldn't be able to live with herself if something happened to Santana because she was a coward.
"Do you see that?" Santana asks, as she stops and moves behind a dumpster. Quinn quietly follows, remaining in the shadows.
"There's no cameras in that alley, I can't see past the street in front of you." Brittany says to Santana through her earpiece. Santana can hear the pout in Brittany's voice but ignores it as she continues to watch, what she thinks is a man and a woman walking towards them.
Quinn looks at the couple and can tell something is off. The man seems frantic, nervously trying to pick up his pace while the woman behind him is calm, just walking in the same direction. Quinn quickly pulls out her phone and opens the app Brittany developed to detect heat signals. Quinn zooms in on the couple and is only able to see heat from the man.
Quinn silently shows Santana the phone and Santana gives her a quick nod, signaling that she should find a good position. Santana quietly moves from behind the dumpster, hoping the couple can get closer to her before anything happens. Lifting her shirt, Santana grabs her knife from her holster as she continues to move forward. Quinn stays close to the buildings as she follows behind Santana. The duo can see the man nervously glance over his shoulder and that's when the woman attacks.
Having been at least 10 feet behind the man, the woman jumps towards him, quickly closing the distance between them as she lands on top of him. Quinn and Santana spring forward, Santana reaching them first. Santana tackles the woman off of the man as Quinn reaches them. Santana and the woman roll into the wall of the building next to them, Santana being on the bottom. The man stands and runs off as Quinn quickly grabs her stake from the waist band of her pants and runs over to stake the vampire, stopping when she realizes Santana isn't fighting the woman on top of her. Confused, Quinn watches on, unable to see the woman's face.
"No fucking way..." She hears Santana say as she exhales sharply. The woman on top of Santana has her dark hair surrounding her face as she looks down at Santana.
"I can explain!" Quinn hears her say frantically. Quinn knows that voice. They all know that voice.
"Is that Rachel?" Santana and Quinn hear Brittany question over their earpieces. Rachel sits back on her legs and gives Quinn a sheepish grin.
"Hello Quinn." Quinn's eyes widen in shock as she looks at her best friend's girlfriend, fangs bared with smeared blood on her chin.
"Am I...Is this real?" Quinn says, still in disbelief. Rachel looks at her girlfriend underneath her and sighs softly.
"Are you okay?" She asks as she stands. Rachel offers a hand to Santana, frowning when Santana disregards her and stands on her own.
"San -" Rachel stops as she reaches out to touch her arm but Santana quickly moves out of her reach.
"Do not fucking touch me!" Santana says angrily as she steps back from Rachel.
"Baby, please." Rachel says softly, tears stinging her eyes. Santana continues to glare at her before shaking her head.
"I can't deal with this." She says then turns and walks away. Quinn gives Rachel an apologetic smile before following Santana down the alleyway.
"I quit." Santana says as she sits her weapons down on the wood table in front of her. She, Quinn and Brittany are in the shelter underneath Santana's house. It's been 4 days since Santana found out who her girlfriend really is. Ever since then, she hasn't talked to Rachel or been patrolling. Today, she decided to call her friends to her house to give them the news.
"Don't be so dramatic. You've been doing this for way too long." Quinn says. Santana watches the short blonde curls bounce near Quinn's face as she speaks.
"I know what happened with Rachel was hard but people still need you San. Who's going to protect them now?" Brittany adds.
"I honestly don't give a damn. How the fuck can I help anyone when I didn't even know my fucking..." Santana takes a shaky breath, so angry with herself that she's on the verge of tears.
Santana doesn't understand how someone so close to her, could lie to her about who they were every single day for the past year. Brittany frowns, seeing the unshed tears in her friends eyes and pulls her into a hug. Santana stands there, frozen for a second before wrapping one arm around her friend's waist.
"B...I'm okay." She says as Brittany buries her head into her neck.
Inhaling the scent of her strawberry shampoo, Santana sighs as she feels a few tears drop from her eyes. Quinn moves closer to Santana and takes her hand, resting her head on her other shoulder letting her friend silently cry. All three women stand there for what feels like an eternity to Santana as she cries out of anger, sadness and confusion. Once Santana calms down enough, she takes her hand from Quinn and wipes her eyes. Both blondes lift their heads to look at their friend and she gives them a genuine smile.
"I'm okay...thanks." She says softly. Brittany smiles at her then presses a light kiss to her cheek.
"Anytime." Quinn says from beside Santana.
"I'm still quitting though." She says as she moves away from her friends.
"San, you're not just giving up because of this. If you do, I'll just go by myself." Quinn says defiantly. Santana rolls her eyes.
"Be my guest. You'll probably be better than I am. I fucking fell in..." Santana trails off angrily.
"Just...do what you want but I'm done." She says and with that she disappears upstairs.
Staring at her bedroom ceiling, Santana feels another wave of anger coming on. It's not that she's angry Rachel is a vampire, it's that she didn't tell her and what kind of a hunter can't see that their partner is a vampire? Santana just feels like she's been being lied to since day one and it hurts. It hurts so much that she can't find the words to describe them.
As much as Santana hates vampires, she could never hate Rachel for it but...what if she doesn't know Rachel at all? Santana hates that thought but she can't help but feel suspicious, what if Rachel only dated her to save herself? How could Santana be sure of anything now? As the time goes by, Santana continues to lie on her back staring at the ceiling until she hears something tap against her window.
Santana sits up and looks at the window perpendicular to her bed. Not seeing anything, she begins to lie back down when there's another tap. Santana quickly grabs the wooden stake she has stashed under her pillow then makes her way to the window. Glancing out of it to check her surroundings, she opens the window once she's sure she doesn't see anything. Santana cautiously sticks her head out of the window and looks up first. Seeing Rachel hovering above her with a smile she brings her body back into the window and closes it.
"Santana." She hears Rachel say as she hovers in front of her window now. Santana stands there, arms crossed with a scowl on her face.
"Can we just talk? You can't avoid me forever. I understand if you don't want to be with me. I just want to explain myself to you." Rachel says through the glass. Santana runs her fingers over the stake in her hand and sighs after thinking about what Rachel said. Rachel smiles as she watches Santana slowly walk towards the window and open it.
"Try anything I'll dust you." Santana say, pointing her stake towards Rachel. Rachel frowns, hurt that Santana thinks that little of her.
"Do you really think I'd hurt you?" Rachel asks sadly.
"I don't know! I don't even know if I know who you are!" Santana shouts angrily. Rachel sighs, understanding how hurt Santana is from her deception.
"Can I come in?" Rachel asks and Santana shakes her head.
"No. Whatever you have to say, you say from there." Rachel nods her head with a sad sigh.
"I wanted to tell you. I really did, I just didn't know how. When you told me about what happened to your father...I just didn't want you to look at me like a monster." Rachel looks away from Santana as she tries to keep her nerves at bay.
"You shouldn't have had to tell me. I'm a fucking hunter and couldn't piece together than my fucking girlfriend was a blood sucker." Santana shakes her head at herself.
"I wouldn't blame yourself so much. I've been very careful to hide it from you. I shouldn't have lied to you but that's the only thing I ever hid from you. You just...you have this perception of vampires...that we're all bad, but we're not." Rachel says and Santana scoffs.
"Do you think I'm really that bad?" Rachel asks quietly, fearing Santana's answer.
"I did just catch you trying to kill a man." Rachel's eyes widen with shock.
"What?! I've never killed anyone! That man was a criminal, he'd just robbed a man. I only wanted to feed from him, not murder him!" Santana quirks an eyebrow at her.
"So had I not shown up, he would've just walked away from that?" She asks, receiving a nod in response.
"Yes. Since feeding on human hosts is...painful, I try to target people who may...deserve it in some way or another." Rachel says with a light shrug. Santana sighs and leans on the window sill.
"Why did you choose me?" Rachel furrows her eyebrows so Santana continues.
"To date. Why were you interested in me?" Santana's eyes narrow suspiciously.
"Well I'd always found you attractive and I saw how sweet you could be so I wanted to see if we'd be compatible." Rachel says and Santana rolls her eyes.
"I know how dating works Rachel. You had to know I was a hunter. Did you seek me out for your own gain?" Santana asks.
"Of course not!" Rachel answers, stunned Santana would even think such a thing.
"I didn't know you were a hunter until you told me. I genuinely liked you and wanted to get to know you. I'd hoped that us being together could skew your view of my kind but that's all. I love you for who you are. I never had an ulterior motive." Santana sighs and looks down at the window sill, feeling silly that she actually thought Rachel was just using her.
"Come in." Santana says, standing and moving away from the window as Rachel climbs inside.
"Thank you." She says with her eyes downcast.
"I was just tired of the draft." Santana says dryly as closes the window. Rachel watches as Santana walks back to her bed and sits down.
"With all of this...where does that leave us? I wasn't the only one with secrets." Rachel says and Santana sighs. Santana told Rachel about her...extracurricular activities after they'd been together 6 months. Rachel's reaction seemed genuine to Santana but Rachel is much more forgiving than Santana.
"How didn't you know I was a hunter?" Santana asks out of pure curiosity.
"Well, I had my suspicions but it wasn't confirmed until you told me. There wouldn't have been anyway we'd cross paths. I normally get my blood from animals so I don't have to hurt anyone. Recently is when I decided to turn more towards humans. I should have known we'd run into each other sooner than later." Santana tilts her head to the side before nodding slowly.
"To answer your question...I don't know where that puts us. I love you...I do but I don't know how to look past this." Rachel nods sadly as she listens to Santana speak.
"Would you like some space?" Rachel asks and Santana shrugs with a sigh.
"I don't know..." Santana collapses back on her bed with a huff and Rachel makes slow steps towards her.
"Maybe...let's just take a step back? And see where it goes?" Rachel offers. Santana closes her eyes and groans.
"I guess that's better than nothing."
Over the next few months, Santana and Rachel maintained their friendship. Rachel convinced Santana to continue hunting and was able to show her that all vampires weren't bad just like all people aren't good or bad. Rachel also showed Santana ways that vampires disguise themselves to blend in better among the living and before either of them knew it, Rachel had become apart of the team.
Santana found herself appreciating the fact that Rachel was a vampire because not only was she helpful in battle, she could get inside information on things going on in the vampire world that Santana would have never been able to get with interrogation alone. Both women quickly realized they worked great together.
"You look really good on your back Quinnie." Santana taunts, having just flipped Quinn on her back and pinning her to the mat. Quinn rolls her eyes as she struggles to get out of Santana's grip.
"I seriously need a break." Quinn says, letting her body go limp.
"There's no breaks when some vamp is trying to snack on your arteries." Santana says but stands and holds her hand out for Quinn to take. Quinn takes the offer and gets to her feet, letting go of Santana and walking to the edge of the mat where Rachel is holding a water bottle out towards her.
"Thanks." She says with a small smile as she opens her water bottle.
"Alright, come Rach. You're next." Santana says and Rachel nods her head, running her hand over the top of her head, letting her fingers trail to her ponytail before walking over to the mat.
"Are you sure about this? I don't want to hurt you again." Rachel says in reference to their last sparring session.
Santana had been feeling like Rachel was taking it easy on her when they fought and Santana didn't find that productive, so to make Rachel give her all, Santana attacked her a fake wooden stake. Rachel had no idea it was fake so she fought as if her life depended on it and punched Santana in the face, knocking her out cold. Santana wasn't even mad when she came to, just happy Rachel stopped being soft on her.
"The point of this is for me to get better and stay in shape. Can't do that if you're going to be a pussy about it." Santana says, bouncing on her toes as she waits for Rachel.
"I am not a- you don't have to be so vulgar!" Rachel says as she reaches the other side of the mat.
"I don't recall you commenting on my vulgarity when we were in the bedroom." Rachel shakes her head as her cheeks flush and Santana smirks.
"Come on Rach, you're not the first to knock me out but you will be the last. I'll introduce you to the mat soon enough." Rachel watches Santana continue bouncing on her toes in her purple sports bra and black shorts.
"Go ahead Rachel, kick her ass. Last time you knocked her out was the most peace I've had in years." Rachel giggles at Quinn's comment while Santana glares at her.
"Let's make it more interesting." Santana says, looking back at Rachel.
"Loser takes the winner out on a date of her choosing." Rachel smiles, seeing this as a win no matter what.
"If that's what you want." Rachel takes a fighting stance and Santana copies her movements, smirking all the while.
"I'm going to check on B. I expect both of you to be alive...or mostly alive, when I get back." Quinn says then walks away from them.
"Ready?" Santana asks and Rachel nods her head.
Santana throws a few jabs towards Rachel's chest with barely any power, knowing Rachel would be able to dodge them.
"I thought we were supposed to give our all?" Rachel asks playfully and Santana shrugs lightly as the begin to circle each other.
"Maybe I just want to take you out?" Santana watches as Rachel's face lights up, using the opportunity to connect a right hook with Rachel's ribs. Rachel winces and quickly moves away before she land another.
"Do you always hurt the women you want to ask out?" Rachel asks jokingly.
"Only the ones I'm really into." Santana winks at Rachel and takes a step forward to land another punch but Rachel quickly dodges her and kicks her leg out from under her. Santana is able to catch herself with her hands, somersaulting to her feet.
"This isn't just another trick to get me to give maximum effort again, is it?" Rachel asks as she kicks her leg out towards Santana's stomach.
Santana is able to move away in time and Rachel spins, giving Santana the opportunity to send an elbow into her shoulder. Santana isn't able to retract her arm quick enough so Rachel grabs her elbow and flips her over her shoulder, fully expecting Santana to land on the mat, but pleasantly surprised when Santana backflips onto her feet.
"You're definitely improving." Rachel compliments then decides to rush Santana, sending punches to any open area. Santana stumbles back from Rachel's strength as she blocks or dodges her punches. When Rachel stops, she quickly moves backwards, giving Santana time to recover.
"Thanks and no, this is not a trick. Damn, I'm going to be sore as hell tomorrow." Santana says, catching her breath and advancing towards Rachel.
"I give excellent full body massages, if you're interested." Santana smirks.
"I know exactly how talented those hands are." Santana says biting her bottom lip.
Rachel throws a jab at Santana who grabs her wrist and flips her. Rachel lands on her feet, a few feet from Santana. Attempting to catch her off guard, Santana rushes towards Rachel. Rachel sees Santana coming towards her so she crouches down at the exact right moment, grips Santana's leg and lifts her into the air slightly before dropping her on her back. Seeing Santana beginning to struggle, Rachel straddles her hips then grabs both her wrists, pinning them above her head. Both women breathe hard, becoming tired as they look at each other.
"It looks like I won." Rachel says with a smirk.
"Way I see it...we both won." Rachel's eyes flicker from Santana's lips to her eyes, her heart rate increasing from something other than the exercise.
Feeling bold, Rachel leans in close and loosening her grip around Santana's wrists. Santana closes the remaining distance and presses a sweet, loving kiss to Rachel's lips. Rachel's hands cup Santana's face as Santana's hands come to rest on her hips. The kiss is slow but conveys every feeling neither woman could express with words. They eventually break apart for air and Rachel rests her forehead against Santana.
"I'm not sure if this is appropriate but...I love you." Rachel says and Santana smiles.
"I love you too." Rachel returns the smile and presses another kiss to Santana's lips.