Santana's P.O.V.
Fuck! I knew this shit would happen! She wasn't ready! She wasn't fucking ready! Damn it! I don't know what to do...Fuck!
"Santana maybe you should sit down." Emily says and she touches my arm but I brush her off.
"She'll be fine." Tina says but that isn't going to stop my pacing. We're in some woman's basement right now. Puck claims she's a healer or a witch or something. All I know is that she'd better help Quinn.
It all happened so fast and... I saw the whole thing.
~1 hour earlier~
Everyone is stationed in a different area. Some in alleys, some on roofs and some in buildings or houses. S's men, or troops are here. Their scent completely fills the air and they are easy to spot. They always are dressed in red and black. Emily, Rachel and I are on top of a building, waiting, and Quinn is on the ground with Puck and his pack is surrounding her. I've never been happier that she got close to them. We're all watching them as they make their way to our trap. One of our humans decided to be bait and is just walking down the street because that's all he has to do.
Once they close in on him we strike. The first thing I see is one of the troops head being ripped off by one of the people on my side. After that everyone makes their move. After I get to the ground, a troop comes towards me, fangs bared and he tries to kick me but I grab his leg, flipping him over and I watch as he hits the ground. I don't waste time so I quickly straddle him and drive my fist straight through his chest, completely crushing his heart. As I pull my hand back I'm tackled to the ground by another troop and I can hear them hissing in my ear. I elbow them in the stomach and flip them from my back to the ground. I pull my wooden stake from my jacket and drive it into her heart. As she turns to ash, I stand and see one of Pucks wolves attack another troop. In all the blood shed and fighting I try to find Quinn but I can't see her. I move into an alley so that I can look for Quinn and not have someone sneak up on me.
As I look, I finally spot Quinn and she is seriously kicking ass. She just kicked one vamp in the chest, staked one in the heart and punched another in the face almost all at the same time. I'm surprised she can move that well with all the armor she has on. It's a black full body suit. It's thin but it's just how technology advanced over time, the suit is virtually bulletproof but is made more ineffective once damaged. Set back of modern armor. I made her put on my motorcycle helmet to be safe but she took that off before we started fighting. Quinn roundhouse kicks two vamps in the face and then shoots them. I feel a lot better now so I guess Rachel was right. Quinn can handle herself. As I leave the alley I grab a troop by the back of the neck and rips his head off. That's when I feel someone kick me in the back. I fall forward and when I look up...my heart stops. Down the street, Quinn has her back against the wall of a building and troop who has to be 6'5, maybe almost 300 pounds is towering over her. Quinn's face is scratched and a piece of her armor seems to be ripped.
Before I can see more I feel myself being lifted from the ground and being suspended in the air. I knee the troop in the face and he drops me and then I hear a gun shot. Quinn must have gotten that fucker. I can't help the smirk that takes over my face and I smile as I stake the troop I was fighting. I look back
to where Quinn is and I see the big troop still standing, he's about to take a bite out of her neck when he's tackled and ripped to shreds by Puck. I quickly run over to where Quinn is unconscious on the ground and I see the blood...Fuck!
"Quinn." I say as I kneel down to her. I get no response. I feel her neck for a pulse and it's there. I scoop her up into my arms and stand. I see Puck transform back into a human and he runs towards me.
"Is she okay?" He asks and I shake my head.
"I don't know. I have to take her some where." I say and Puck nods.
"Follow me." He shifts back into a wolf and takes off running. I follow right behind him, holding Quinn's wound tight until we stop in front of an old house. Puck shifts again and walks up to the door with me following behind.
"She'll be able to get help here." Puck says and knocks on the door.
"What?!" A blonde woman says as she opens the door.
"We need your help." He says and she sighs and says fine. We come in and she tells me to bring Quinn into a room in the basement. I lie her on a table and her eyes flutter open.
"Santana?" She says weakly. I shake my head and hold back some tears. I don't know why I felt like I was going to cry but...I couldn't help it.
"Yeah."
"Are you okay?" She asks and I can't help but chuckle a little.
"I'm fine. You just relax okay?" I say and she nods. She closes her eyes again then grabs my hand. The blonde woman goes around the room collecting bottles and things then comes over to Quinn. She pulls Quinn's armor off and I see the bullet wound in her shoulder.
"Move back." The woman says and I reluctantly move. I get a call and move back to answer it. It's Emily wanting to know where I am and what happened. I tell her and she says she'll be there soon. While I was on the phone I heard a few whimpers of pain come from Quinn but her scream put me over the edge. I walk back over to Quinn and yell at the woman.
"What the fuck are you doing to her?!"
"Shut it sandbags and let me work. She's conscious and I can't help that so I'm doing what I have to do." She keeps working and Quinn arches her back and screams in agony again.
"Stop fucking hurting her!"
"San relax." Puck says as I feel the rage build in my chest.
"No! I know you have to have something that can knock her out." I say trying to calm myself. I know that shit has to hurt because this lady is fucking digging the bullet out of Quinn's shoulder.
"Get her out of here." The woman says and I glare at her.
"I'm not going anywhere." She looks up at me with her own glare and I feel my fangs extend, they usually do that when I'm pissed.
"Santana. Let's go." Puck says calmly.
"No." I say sternly as I glare at this woman. Puck sighs and then picks me up.
"Put me the fuck down Puck!" I stick my nails into his neck and he cringes but doesn't put me down until we're in another room on the other side of the basement. The second he puts me down I try to get back to Quinn but he gets in my way.
"Move Puck."
"No. Sit the hell down and wait. Quinn will be fine, Sue knows what she's doing."
"Fuck sue." I say and Puck shakes his head.
"Seriously. Relax alright?" He says and I sigh. Ugh. I walk over to the side of the room and lean against the wall. Damn it.
Soon everyone is here and it's been an hour. Nothing has changed and I'm really getting restless. I need to know if she's okay. Damn it.
"Just relax San." Brittany says and grabs my arm, effectively stopping my pacing.
"She shouldn't have gone. Why would we even let her join us knowing shit like this could happen? What the fuck was I thinking?" I say to Britt and she gives me this sympathetic look that makes me look down and shake my head.
"It was her choice Santana. She'll be fine I promise." I sigh and Brittany hugs me. I loosely wrap my arms around her and sue comes into the room.
"Is she okay?" I ask as I move away from Brittany. Sue rolls her eyes and says
"She's fine you whiny baby. The wound has been dressed and right now she's unconscious. It's probably from the pain but other than that she's fine." I walk past her and go straight to see Quinn. She's now lying on a couch and there's a bandage on her arm. I sit on the ground next to the couch and take her hand in mine. I lay my head against the couch and her leg and watch her.
Quinn's P.O.V.
Fuck my arm hurts. I try to shift but the pain completely wakes me up. I open my eyes and I'm in some really unfamiliar room. Where the hell am I? I try to move my hand but I feel a weight on it. I look down and see Santana on the floor, lying against the couch with my hand in hers. I think she's sleep though because her eyes are closed and she looks very calm and peaceful.
"Don't stare at me you freak." I hear her say and I crack a smile.
"Don't sleep next to me then weirdo." She opens her eyes and cracks a small smile at me.
"How are you feeling?"
"Sore." She nods and runs her thumb over the back of my hand.
"You had a slight concussion but I guess she got rid of it. Your arm should heal in about a few days. She gave me a recipe to a potion that'll help your arm heal quickly." I nod and she sighs.
"You shouldn't have gone out there. It was too dangerous."
"I was fine. He just over powered me."
"What happened?" She asks.
"I was fighting a different vampire. She was on the ground and I just killed her when I got knocked down. I lost my stake and I turned around with my gun ready but he grabbed it and pointed towards me and pulled the trigger. I hit my head against the wall when the gun went off and I don't remember anything after that. Where are we?" I ask.
"Some witches house I guess. She's a real bitch. We can leave whenever you're ready."
"How long have I been asleep? Where is everyone?"
"I told them to go home but Emily is still here. I needed someone with a car to stay so you could get home. You've been sleep for about an hour."
"And you've been sitting here?" I ask.
"It's not like I had anything better to do." She says with a shrug.
"Are you okay enough to leave?" She asks and I nod. She stands and tells me she'll be right back before she leaves the room. I carefully stand up and fix my suit of armor. Luckily I have a tank top on so I don't need to put it back on. I push it down until it's around my waist and I stand up. I look at the bandage and sigh.
My first fight and I get shot. I knew there were risks and I could die but I didn't think to much about it. There are plenty of other humans that fight with us and they risk their lives as well. This isn't going to stop me from wanting to fight but I think I will be a lot more cautious. Santana comes back and we leave the witches house. Emily asks me if I'm okay and I nod my head. I sit in the backseat and watch Santana in the passenger's seat. It's the first time I've really looked at her since I woke up. She's covered in blood and sweat, her eyes are red like she's tired or has been crying. Her hair is in a matted mess on the top of her head but her facial expression is hard. It's hard but I can still see the worry when she looks at me and the anger when she turns away.