Chapter 11

Author: LexysCPD
Words: 2,266
Disclaimer: I only own the plot, not the show.
Author's notes: Warning: Child Abuse and Sexual Assault.

Updated: September 18, 2018


Rachel watched as Quinn played with her melted ice cream. School was finally over, and summer started. That allowed Rachel to hang around Quinn more and allowed her to protect her more. Jesse hadn't visited her in some time, and it worried her. She didn't know what he was planning.

Quinn looked up and smiled at Rachel. "What are you thinking about?"

Rachel shrugged. "Things."

"What kind of things?"

"Just thinking about what Jesse might do," Rachel answered, shaking her head.

Quinn frowned. "What has he done to you?"

"Kills the people I care about," Rachel whispered, looking at the puddle of melted ice cream.

"Who has he killed?" Quinn asked, frowning. She blinked a few times before shaking her head. "Sorry, that was insensitive."

"It's okay. He's killed my parents, uncles, aunts, cousins. Grandparents. He killed my baby sister while I watched," Rachel whispered, glaring at the ground.

"I'm sorry."

Rachel shrugged."It's been a few hundred years."

"It still hurts to lose family. I miss my parents all the time."

"I still remember her. My little sister."

"Does it get harder to remember?" Quinn questioned, her voice soft.

"No. I mean, you forget things, but you remember important events, especially when those events lead up to your change. I still remember all their birthdays, but I can't remember what we did those days."

"That must suck."

Rachel looked up at Quinn. "There are moments I wish I didn't remember. I wish our minds were like a human's and we'd forget as we get older. I wish I could forget the look on her face as she took her last breath."

"Do you think my moms are mad at me?" Quinn asked, changing the subject.

"No, why?"

Quinn shrugged. "I don't want to be like them, and they were hoping I did."

"They want you in their lives forever. No parent wants to lose their child."

"Do you think I'm making the right choice?"

Rachel gave her a small smile. "It's your choice, and as long as it's what you want to do, it'll be the right one."

Quinn gave her a smile.

Glee

One second Quinn was standing in front of her house, the next, she was in the middle of an unknown room. She looked around, before stopping, seeing a pair of brown eyes staring at her.

"Hello Quinn," he said, grinning.

"Who are you?"

"I believe you know of me. I'm Jesse."

He took a step towards her. Quinn took a step back, her back pressed against the wall. He stood in front of her, a smile on his face. "Oh, how we meet again."

Glee

Rachel looked at her phone. Quinn was supposed to text her she made it home safely. She stood up and quickly ran to Quinn's home.

Once she made it to the front of the house, her senses were hit with a familiar scent. Hoping she was wrong, she knocked on the door.

Santana opened it, frowning at Rachel.

"Hey, is Quinn home?" Rachel asked, her fingers twitching at her side.

Santana shook her head. "No." Worry painted her face.

"I think Jesse has her."

Glee

Quinn struggled, but his grip on her throat tightened.

"You know, I'm shocked your little family hasn't changed you. You could protect yourself more if you were a vampire," he said, releasing her throat.

Quinn coughed, as she tried to catch her breath. "What do you want?"

"You mean something to Rachel," he whispered, taking a step back.

"Why do you want to hurt her?"

He smiled, looking at her. "I love her. She'll be with me when she has nothing left."

"She's strong, she'll never go to you."

Laughing, Jesse shook his head. "No. You see, Rachel is ready to break. I can feel it. Killing you will snap her."

"Then kill me," she growled, glaring at him.

"You want that? You want to die? I'd want that, but I want it to hurt."

Quinn clenched her teeth as she waited for him to make his move.

He walked up to her until she was pressed against the wall. He leaned into her, his mouth next to her ear.

"I hear you like stories, would you like to hear mine?"

Glee

"We have to find her!" Rachel snapped, glaring at the mothers in front of her.

"Why don't you try? You know him, where would he take her?" Santana shot back, standing up.

Rachel exhaled deeply. "I don't know. I don't know his plan this time. I don't know what he's going to do. What he's planning."

Jesse had been around for a long time. He had mastered his powers and his planning. He was able to mask his scent and Quinn, making it impossible to find where he took Rachel's mate.

"Is he going to hurt her?" Brittany asked, worry in her voice.

Rachel looked at Brittany. "I don't know. He's been unstable for as long as I've known him."

"Well, sitting around here isn't going to help find her," Santana told them, standing up. "Think Berry, where would he take her?"

Glee

"Years ago, when I was 19, I was in love," he said, while Quinn held him, her hand running through his hair. They were sitting on the ground. Quinn was sitting against the wall, with Jesse sitting between her legs, leaning back against her.

"What happened?" Quinn asked, her pupils dilated.

Jesse laughed, as he pulled her close. He reached over and pressed his lips against hers. "I love you."

Grinning, she kissed him back. "And I love you too."

"Father says you are to marry someone else?" he asked, pulling her close.

The girl sighed. "Yes. My Father says my husband will be able to support me."

"Why can't you marry me?"

"Because you are a bastard. You will amount to nothing," she whispered, pulling him to her.

"Why does Father hate me?" Jesse asked, staring at the ground.

"He does not know you. Your Father is blind. Anyone would be lucky to call you their son."

"Harmony," he whispered, tears in his eyes.

"It's okay. You are going to be okay. We'll get through this together. You and me against the world."

"Always?"

"And forever."

"She was everything to me," he whispered, staring at nothing. "A few days later, Father stormed into my room."

"I heard you plan to run away with that whore," his father shouted, glaring at Jesse.

"Father, where did you hear that?"

"That does not matter. You are to never see her again," he told Jesse.

The nineteen year old walked to his father. "What did you do?"

His father looked down at him, a glare on his face. He raised his hand and slapped Jesse.

"Father," Jesse whispered, his eyes wide.

"You do not question me, do you understand?" he asked, glaring at the child.

"P-please, tell me," Jesse begged, not bothering to sooth the throbbing cheek. He had been used to the physical pain.

His father smirked. "Rebecca has chosen to marry. Just as I told you. You were not worth to be loved by her, or anyone else."

His father left, leaving Jesse heartbroken.

"I searched for her and asked her. She told me that she did love me, but it wasn't going to be enough. She said he'd be a better match," Jesse said threw his teeth, his body trembling with the anger.

Quinn pulled him close. "You are worth it," she said in a monotone voice.

"I know I am," he said, a growl in his voice.

Glee

Santana grabbed the pillow and tossed it across the room. Her daughter was missing, and no one knew where to look for her. She was in trouble, and Santana couldn't help her.

She looked around, before sitting on Quinn's bed and sighed.

"Mama!" Three year old Quinn shouted as she ran to her mother. She giggled when Santana picked her up.

"And how is my little girl."

"Good! Mama, I good!"

Santana laughed and kissed the girl's cheek. "Do you know what day it is?"

Quinn shook her head.

"It's the day you came into our family."

"Mama, we 'eleb'ate?"

"We are going to celebrate," Santana told the girl.

Quinn giggled, and kissed her mother's cheek. "Mama, we see Mommy?"

"We go see Mommy," Santana said, letting Quinn stand on the ground and allowed her to lead her away.

Santana glared at the photograph of herself with Brittany and Quinn. (Vampires were able to photograph themselves.)

Santana's glare slowly turned into a tearless sob.

Glee

"I was out one day, at our spot, when it happened."

Jesse stared at the pond. Harmony had just been married to him. And they were probably trying to procreate.

Jesse turned when he heard footsteps. He frowned, seeing his father standing there.

"What are you doing here?"

His father shrugged. "I wanted to know where my son goes."

Jesse stood up and looked at his father. He could see the man holding wood (the size of a bat).

"I will miss you," his father told him.

Jesse took a step back. His father was faster. He was able to shorten the distance between the two and swing the bat, hitting Jesse's legs. The boy screamed, as his father didn't stop hitting him.

Suddenly, his father stopped.

Jesse, who was sobbing, looked at his father. "What are you doing?"

His father looked down at the boy. "I am tired of raising a disappointed. When this is over, I will tell everyone I lost my son in an animal attack."

He raised the weapon and continued to hit his son.

Jesse could feel his bones break at different impacts.

Jesse couldn't breath. He couldn't see. He laid there, as he father walked away, leaving him to die.

Jesse tried to push himself up, but his body was too weak.

He just let himself fall, giving up. He looked up when he heard footsteps getting closer. Thinking it was his father, he tried to make eye contact so his father could see what he was doing

But it wasn't his father. It was another woman. She knelt down in front of him.

"Have I died?" Jesse asked, looking at the woman.

She laughed. "Do you want to die?"

Jesse let out a sob. "No."

"Are you willing to do anything to live?"

"Please. I don't want to die."

She knelt down and bit him. Jesse groaned as he went unconscious.

"After I changed, I visited my father and killed him. I made sure he watched me as I stuck my hand into his chest and taking out his heart."

"Did you kill Harmony?"

"I wanted to. I wish I did. But I loved her too much to kill her."

"Why didn't you change her?"

Jesse sighed. "I wanted her to be happy. I was a naive boy back then."

"Stop!" he exclaimed, as his sire climbed onto his lap.

"I saved your life. You owe me yours."

Jesse tried to push her away, but she wouldn't budge.

"Please stop," Jesse begged.

"I can kill you right now. I can end you. Stop fighting," she snarled, holding his hands above his head and used the other one to push his pants down.

Jesse closed his eyes while she did what she wanted with his body.

"She taught me the truth. No one will love you unless you force it," he snarled, standing up. He grabbed Quinn by the shirt and pushed her against the wall. He looked into his eyes. "You are going to call Rachel."

Glee

Rachel was sitting outside the house, thinking of a way to find Jesse's new hideout when her phone rang. She grabbed it, seeing an unknown number. She answered it.

"Quinn?"

"Rae?"

"It's me. Where are you? Are you okay?"

"I-I don't know. I'm scared," Quinn said, her voice shaking.

"It's going to be okay. I'm going to get you and we are going to be okay," Rachel said, closing her eyes.

"Rae" Quinn was unable to finish. She let out a gasp.

"Quinn? Quinn!"

"It hurts," Quinn whispered. Rachel could hear the tears in her voice.

"Talk to me, do you know where you are? Please."

Rachel heard some shuffling. "We're at the house Rachel."

Jesse hung up, and Rachel ran off.

She made it to the house in no time and rushed inside. The scent of Quinn's blood was strong. She ran towards the scene, freezing when she sees Quinn sitting in a corner, alone. Her hands were over her stomach, blood leaking through her fingers.

Quinn looked up. "Rachel?"

That took Rachel out of her daze. She ran to the girl and pressed against her stomach. "Quinn, it's going to be okay."

"It hurts," Quinn whispered, a small frown on her face. "Am I going to die?"

Rachel shook her head. "No, I'm going to take you to the hospital."

Quinn looked into Rachel's eyes. "Your eyes are like my Mama's."

Rachel smiled, "Really?" She picked Quinn up.

Quinn nodded. "Mama had the same eyes as the person who killed my parents."

Rachel carried Quinn out of the room. "Close your eyes. We'll get you help soon."

And with that, Rachel took Quinn to the hospital.

Quinn was taken away from her. As much as Rachel wanted to, she knew she had to stay.

She sat down and called Brittany. She leaned back, and wondered how Quinn could remember her parents' deaths. The girl was at least few months old. That girl was special, and she was going to be okay.

She just had to be okay.