Chapter 6: Tell Me Everything is Alright

Song: Alright by Hot Chelle Rae

A.N. Because I finished Chapter 8 before I thought I would here you go.

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The pack house was more of a mansion than an actual house. It housed five families, and whatever those families owned.

Quinn met her mother in the doorway. She cradled Santana's body in her arms as she walked through the building.

The rest of her pack followed behind her. Jasmine and Blaine had healed almost completely by now. They felt guilty, Quinn told them it wasn't their fault. It was hers. They didn't exactly believe her.

The group trekked through the large building entering the living room in Quinn's wing of the house.

Quinn went to her room setting Santana gently on her bed before returning to the living room.

"Sit." She instructed her pack, they immediately did as if on autopilot. She wiped her face with her hands, then furiously stuffed them in her pockets.

"I refuse to let her live like that. She will not become a leech. How long do I have before she turns?" Quinn covered her face again while she waited for her answer.

Sam fumbled through a book he was holding, "Um, 2 hours." Quinn pressed the palms of her hands into her eyes.

"2 hours. 2 HUMAN MAN HOURS!" The pack collectively whimpered at the sound of their alpha's booming voice. Some even dropping their head slightly in submission.

"I'm sorry, Q." The alpha took a few calming breathes. She tried to breathe deeply for Ramsey traumatized sake. She couldn't deal with his howls of agony so she tuned him out as best she could.

"I think I know someone who can help. She owes me a favor anyway." Quinn immediately ran to her phone to make a call.

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Rachel Barbara Berry. The first Angel Quinn had ever met. And unfortunately not the last.

As a child, the werewolf was constantly getting into trouble. Her mother had friends in high places. For some reason Angels always got her on edge, they scared her into behaving, all except for Rachel. It's probably because she's so tiny.

Rachel smiled, she flew gracefully into the open window of the pack house. She landed directly next to Quinn, her eyes immediately traveling to Brittany of all people.

Brittany gasped and rubbed the birthmark on her shoulder. Quinn growled at them to focus. Of course she knew what was happening but it could wait.

"Everybody, this is Rachel. Rachel, this is Everybody." Rachel waved as she stared into Brittany's eyes.

Quinn moved to stand in her line of sight. Mainly because she wanted everyone focused. Partly because she was petty and if she couldn't have her mate, than know one could have theirs either. It was petty, but hey, she's grieving.

"Rachel. Focus. Can you help my mate?" Rachel blinked in realization. Quinn hadn't given much information for her to go on over the phone. She just kept frantically saying that it was an "emergency" so Rachel got here as soon as she could.

"Um, I can try. What exactly is going on with her?" Quinn ushered the angel back into the bedroom. Santana's body lay proned on the lavish bed. The color was still draining slowly from her skin.

Rachel pressed two fingers to the girl's neck. She waited until she felt a slow pulse.

"She's not dead. Yet. I can sense the change slowly creeping up her. I don't think I'm going to prevent her from turning. I'm sorry, Quinn. You know I can't mess with Fate, I can't mess with His Plan. At least not like this." Rachel slowly turned to look at her long time friend sadly.

Quinn let out a pained whimper. Her thoughts were moving faster than a mile a minute. It was becoming increasingly hard to concentrate, especially because she was still in heat. That was the least of her problems however.

"After she turns, do you think you can turn her back?" Quinn asks softly.

Rachel's smile grew optimistic, "I might not be able to, but if you think you've got friends in high places. I know someone in an even higher one. It's a long shot, 'cause like I said, He's very particular about His Plan, but once I tell Him who you are, what you'll do, what she is, not that He doesn't already know, He'll be happy to help." Rachel jumped up and down excitedly. Quinn didn't have time to inquire further about half the ominous things she said.

Quinn's head snapped over to her mate. Santana writhed in pain. An ear splitting scream leaving her lips.

The rest of the pack rushed into the master bedroom to investigate the commotion.

"It's happening already?! What the hell, Sam! You said two hours." He whimpered before gaining his composure. He flipped through his dusty, brown book before reading a passage out loud.

"Vampire venom inserted into an human via neck puncture takes 2-3 hours to take over said human. Times may vary if victim is not human. For example, a Werewolf victim can take up to a week, while an Angel can take anywhere from ten minutes to an hour. Even then, times may vary for humans in some extreme cases." The group groaned collectively while Brittany consoles her little brother. "You didn't know, Sam. Quinn's not mad at you. Right, Quinn?" The werewolf in question petulantly nodded. She wasn't mad at him per say. She's just pissed in general.

The pack winced as Santana's back arched and her neck craned. Her veins popped out of her skin, and her nose bled. Quinn closed her eyes and tried to breathe. Ramsey still howling and whimpering in the back of her head.

Rachel pressed her fingers to her neck again. Smiling sadly when she felt nothing. "She's gone."

Quinn lets out a gut wrenching howl. The sheer energy enough to bring even Brittany to her knees in submission.

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The room was dark and dank. It smelled of the dead and sulfuric. Just they way he liked it.

The old mirror stood by itself but barely held together. The glass was cracked and worn, but he could still use it. He was always one for the lost and broken.

He inhaled the stench deeply as he buttoned the last few buttons on his suit, getting ready for his eventful evening out.

He smirked into the mirror, "Oh, Quinn. I hope you kiss your mate goodbye tonight,"

He vanished suddenly, shortly appearing in the vast, red halls of the Victorian like castle. He hummed along to the sounds of the screaming souls he stepped on as he walked.

"Because your life is about to get so much worse," He passed by another mirror hanging on the wall, he turned to it just in time to smirk.

"I know you thought you'd seen the last of me. Oh no, I'm back baby. And I'm on fire."

With that he vanishes into the night.

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Quinn had long since sent the pack to their various parts of the house, their presence was beginning to make her anxious.

So here she was. Sitting alone in her dark living room. She was staring straight into her bedroom so she could see her mate. Make sure she was okay.

Quinn swore she only took her eyes off the bed for no more than a nano second. In fact, she didnt even take her eyes off of it. She fucking blinked.

If Quinn were anyone else, she would've jumped out of her skin. The woman popping out of nowhere and seemingly just appearing directly in front her.

She'd been waiting for this moment too long to be scared of anything. At this point she was practically numb.

They smiled at each other. Each meaning very different things. Quinn laughs despite herself when her mate unceremoniously sits onto her lap.

"I missed you. It's weird being dead." Santana explained as snuggled into Quinn's neck, she closed her eyes. Quinn doesn't have the wherewithal to tell her she didn't technically die.

She does however take in a deep breath and release it unsteadily, "I missed you, too. You have no idea."

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A.N. Who do you think the mystery man in the suit is?