Chapter 3: This Doesn't Look Like Home, Quick Tap Your Shoes Together

A.N. Last update for the day. After this chapter shit really picks up. Also read the whole chapter even if it looks the same. I promise it's not.

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Running. That's all they'd been doing for what seemed like hours.The vampires were still chasing them, and Santana was still holding on tight. She hadn't opened her eyes either. If Quinn hadn't told her not to, she probably would've been scared out of her wits ages ago.

Quinn sighed loudly. Ramsey was still leading, so nobody heard it except for him. Quinn paced back and forth. Her hands locked into her hair. Ramsey grimaced, 'Could you please stop thinking so loudly. It's distracting.'The leeches were still chasing them, she could smell them. Figuring out how to get away from them was proving to be difficult.Her main priority was to keep Santana safe. Whatever that may take was worth it. That calmed the girl down enough to think. She took a deep breath.

She had been to these woods before with Brittany. She was about eight years old, Brittany was ten. They were on a trip with the pack, and some of the older kids had ditched them, so they decided to explore.Quinn vaguely remembered an oddly placed vegetable patch. She could use part of the fence as a stake. The only downside of that idea is she would need to take over again. She would also have to put Santana down.

'Do it.' Quinn started at Ramsey's voice, 'Do it. I've been close to her long enough that I can sense her. I'll set her somewhere safe and you can fight those undead heathens.' Quinn furrowed her brows, 'How do you have a connection already. We haven't mated yet.' 'I don't need to. You do. Hurry up, I see a cove I can set San in.'

Quinn did as she was told. Ramsey gently shook Santana off his back. He licked her cheek happily. Her eyes were still closed as he set her down. He was grateful for that, he didn't exactly look his Sunday best at the moment.

'Did you use Alpha charm on her?' Ramsey asked. Quinn and Ramsey phased quickly. Quinn visibly shook her head, 'No, why?' 'Her eyes are still locked shut. She's obedient. I like that.' Quinn smirked realizing what he was insinuating. 'Whatever. Let's destroy some bloodsuckers.'

Quinn set off running towards the vegetable garden. It, fortunately, wasn't far, she leaped over the patch, ripping up a wooden stake as she went.Quinn landed and waited for the Vampires to catch up. Her nostrils flared as they approached. She stood in a fighting stance.

"That's a good puppy. You stopped running just for us. I can tell you don't make good decisions often." The man leech taunted, Quinn growled. 'Is San still doing okay?' Ramsey purred in affirmative.Quinn charged at the woman. She had a slight speed disadvantage, overall she was fine.

"Don't you puppies train for battle? I know you train to use the bathroom outside. You suck, maybe that mate of yours will fend better. I'll go ask her." Quinn took a sharp intake of breath, her heart rate sped drastically. The thing disappeared in a flash.

'Quinn! Quinn!' Ramsey howled. Quinn sped towards her mate. The thing stalked towards an alarmed Santana. Quinn screamed. As the undead man reached out, Quinn tried to grabbed his arm. She twisted it until she heard a satisfying crack. The thing kicked the back of her knee. Quinn fell to the ground.

"No, no. Dad, please don't hurt her." Quinn cried as she slowly turned. She tried contacting Ramsey, he didn't respond. Quinn's dad stood with a smirk on his face. The twisted arm effecting him little. His hands were clutched around Santana's throat, his palms glowed an eerie green.

Tears silently fell down Santana's cheeks as the life was choked out of her. "Quinn, why? I trusted you." Her body fell limp in the griffin's hands. He dropped her to the forest floor.The griffin stood over the downed wolf with her stake raised."You're next." The griffin entertained the werewolf's pleas for a moment."No no no, Daddy. Please don't. I'm sorry, but it had to be done. You were hurting people. I-I had to-." Before the wolf could finish the dark figure slammed Quinn's own stake through her heart.

He watched the body curl, shrivel, and burn until all movement stopped. The griffin smiled and wiped the bead of sweat off his forehead."Suck on that, Wolf." The griffin threw the stake on the ground and set off into the night.

Quinn awoke with a start. Her body was drenched and slumped onto a large rock. She looked around with a horrified look on her face. What had she gotten herself into?

Santana peered from behind the tree she was standing behind. She looked at her traveling companion curiously.

"You talk in your sleep, weirdo." She said with a smirk on her face. Sitting down next to Quinn, she waited for her response.

"Yeah, well you would to if-" Quinn quickly stopped talking.

"If what?" The human girl watched as Quinn's jaw clenched and unclenched. She swallowed, "Nothing. Where are we anyway?"

Santana side-eyed the girl, she shrugged her shoulders, "How am I supposed to know? I woke up ten minutes before you did, and you walked us here."

Quinn frowned. She didn't remember stopping. Come to think of it the last thing she did remember was telling Ramsey to sleep. Quinn's frown deepened.

"Ramsey!"

The guilty wolf whimpered, "Q, I'm sorry I took over your body. I just really wanted to hold her." He whimpered again for good measure.

Quinn sighed, 'It's alright, buddy.' He barked loudly. She could feel his tail wag and flutter in her chest. She smiled wispily.

The girl next to her interrupted the silence. "You're cute when you talk to Ramsey." Quinn and Ramsey blushed. "Your eyes glaze and turn color, and your nose gets red."

Quinn laughed nervously, "Sounds like I'm sick." Santana just smiled and shook her head in disagreement.

"Okay. Enough of this sitting and talking, let's get a move on."

Santana grabbed her things and scrambled after the wolf. "To where, exactly?" Quinn shrugged, "Out of this forest."

Somehow it skipped Quinn's mind that that idea could be potentially dangerous for her mate. They marched ahead anyway.

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Quinn walked steadily as Santana dragged her feet tiredly. Quinn smiled at her. She stopped in front of her and gestured for the human to get on her back.

Santana immediately did. Her legs were on fire, they had been aimlessly walking for the better part of the day. She couldn't take it anymore.

Quinn adjusted her mate and kept going. They had been walking in the new position for ten minutes before Quinn picked up a rustle in the distance. She tensed slightly.

She still hasn't told Santana absolutely everything. Neither of them were ready for that yet. Or at least that's what she's telling herself.

Quinn stopped walking altogether when she heard it again, closer. She briefly remembered how her mom was far more concerned than normal. She wondered if someone was chasing her.

She'd get it. She completely deserves it with all that stuff she did last year, but right now was not the time.

Quinn subtly started to jog. Santana looked at the girl she had climbed onto. She knew something was wrong, but judging from last time. She knew she shouldn't ask, instead, she started to occupy herself with her natural curiosity. She had a vague knowledge of werewolf lore, enough to know that they were potentially dangerous and you should stay away from them. She sighed as Quinn slowed her pace again, but hey, you only live once.

"Q-tip, let's play a game." Quinn blushed at the nick name, " Um, okay. Did you have one in mind?" Santana smirked, Quinn missed it as she walked ahead.

"As a matter a fact, I do. Its called twenty questions. I get to ask you whatever I want and you have to answer no matter what." Quinn came to a stop next to a big oak tree. It seemed they had evaded danger for now so a break was due.

Santana hopped off of Quinn's back and got comfortable with an eager grin. Quinn settled next to her. "Alright, hit me." Santana sat criss-cross and faced Quinn, "How old are you?" Quinn arched an eyebrow at the lame question, " I'm twenty. How old are you?"

Santana looked away shyly, "uh, eighteen." Quinn's eyes widened in surprise, "Really! You look at least twenty-one!" Santana gulped and continued her questioning.

"Where are you from? Your voice is like super husky." The human girl mumbled that last part, Quinn heard it anyway.

"I'm from Ohio. No where fancy." Quinn smirked as her mate pouted, it was nothing against Santana. Quinn just got asked that all the time.

Santana rolled her brown eyes, "Do you have a pack?" Quinn blanched and swallowed. That was sort of a sore subject. "Um, yeah. I'm Alpha, actually." Santana bit her lip, she knew what that meant.

"Where are they?"

"If they know what's good for them, right where I left them." Quinn's voice had taken on a deeper, raspier tone. It was so authoritative. Santana gulped and subtly shifted closer to the wolf.

Some amount of questions later found them even closer, completely enraptured by each other. Quinn kept glancing at the other girl's lips as she talked. Ramsey was restless. He wanted to jump on the poor girl the minute they sat down, Quinn's sure the short proximity isn't helping. As the game went on, Quinn became rudely aware of just how smart and intuitive the girl in front of her was. She had pretty much figured out all of what Quinn wasn't telling her. And Quinn has a feeling the rest is on its way.

"Do you have a mate?" Surprisingly Quinn didn't blanch.

"Yep." Quinn slowly leaned towards Santana. The human's eyes glanced at the wolf's lips then flickered back up quickly.

"Have you met them?"

"Uh-huh." Quinn leaned in closer. Santana's heart rate rapidly increased,

"Kiss me."

Quinn smirked, "You're all out of questions."

"Good thing I wasn't asking."

Quinn leaned in the rest of the way.