Okay guys I know you've all been wondering how the battle between the clans and the hybrids was gonna go down so here it is. I realize I haven't done this yet but I would like to thank everyone who reviewed. You guys helped me to keep on writing and I would like to apologize for traumatizing you with that last question. So here's the new chapter and I hope you guys like it. :)
It took David, Quinn and Puck to hold Brittany down as the blonde girl tried desperately to escape the house and get back to the gathering area. When she had seen Santana go down, Brittany had gone crazy. Attacking everyone that stood in her way. Somehow David, Quinn, and Puck managed to get the girl back to Quinn's house and inside where they now held her down.
Wade and Rachel stared at the scene before them with wide eyes.
"Let go of me, you assholes! We have to rescue Santana!" She snarled making another attempt to break free. The three restraining her only increased their pressure. Quinn tried to pass on an air of calm into the raging girl's mind, but Brittany was blocking out everyone else and mentally screaming Santana's name.
"Brittany, we can't go back there. Everyone in this room has mated with someone that isn't part of their own clan. Even David and Wade," Puck snarled from where he lay on the girl's legs, stopping her from kicking them all off. "If we go back there than I'm sure they'll kill us. If Santana made it, she knows what to do. We've prepared for this Brittany, but you running in there like a maniac and killing anyone that doesn't tell you where she is. We have to keep calm and figure this out, Brittany," he growled.
The blonde beneath them realized the truth in his words and stopped squirming. They slowly got off of her and saw that their Prima was in a fit of tears. Quinn stooped down and pulled the taller blonde into her arms.
"It'll be okay, B. Santana's a strong girl. She's probably making her way to you right now," she whispered. Brittany clung to Quinn's shirt letting off pathetic sobs. "She's not dead," she whispered again and again. David and Wade were off in a corner muttering something while Puck was on the couch with his head in his hands and for once Rachel was silent. Not knowing what to say.
They were all in a state of shock. Quinn kept sending out small messages to her Alpha begging her to not be dead and to come back to them. They needed her. They needed Santana to lead them. Without her they all seemed to be lost.
All of them sat there until the sun came up. That's when the battle cries began.
Santana awoke in a pool of blood. Her thoughts immediately shot to Brittany.
What happened? Where was she? Why did her arm hurt so badly?
Gradually, Santana got up from the ground and found that the blood was her own, pooling out from her arm. An arrow stuck out of it and her skin had healed around it.
Gritting her teeth, Santana quickly yanked the offending item from her skin. It came out easily and her skin slowly began to heal around it, but just as the wound was about to close, it turned a deep shade of purple and went back to being open.
Snarling, Santana put the arrow closer to her face to examine it and found that the entire thing was coated in dark magic. Magic that the elves would never use, even though it was in fact an elfish arrow. This was the work of something greater than anything Santana could fight alone.
She couldn't worry about any of that right now though. She needed to find Brittany. She needed to keep her mate safe. It had been stupid that Santana had gone down for something as small as an arrow. She was the alpha wolf. She could take on anything.
Shifting back into her wolf form, Santana took off for Quinn's house. That's their designated meeting place when a riot broke out. Her whole pack was supposed to meet there. She ran nonstop. She blocked out everyone. She didn't want to know who had made and who was morning others loss. She only wanted to focus on finding Brittany.
As Santana drew closer to Quinn's house she heard the loud battle cries and felt the energy crackling through the air.
Oh, dear God! No!
She pumped her legs faster. She stood at the top of the hill overlooking Quinn's house. What she saw was enough to chill her to the bone.
Members of every pack were fighting down below. Werewolves and vampires locked in arms. Witches and Elves were shooting off spells left and right along with arrows and potion bombs exploded everywhere. Getting onto her belly, Santana began to crawl through the dirt and towards Quinn's house.
Creatures were being struck down left and right. Santana had to get to the roof. She had to knock some sense into these idiots, before it was too late.
She got up and began to dodge and weave through the crowd, making her way towards the house. There was no way that she was going to find Brittany in all of this mess. If she could get all the fighting to stop than she could find her mate and get everyone to listen to the voice of reason.
Racing to the side of the house, she dug her claws into the wood and began to climb. A shot of purple light that must have been a spell from a witch whipped past Santana and burned a hole in Quinn's house.
She couldn't focus on that though. She had to keep climbing. Using all of her upper body strength Santana could feel the muscles in her shoulder bulge and relax as she continued to ascend. She saw the chimney top drawing closer and closer. Just as she reached it, a burst of energy shot the chimney making it crumble to pieces.
Using her back legs Santana managed to hoist herself up onto the roof, avoiding most of the ruble that fell below. She surveyed the ground below and saw a flash of silver through the mass of chaos. Than a coat of fur that stood out even more than the silver.
Brittany's blinding white frame was sprinting through the fighting masses and following Quinn, who seemed intent upon killing both Finn and Jesse. Brittany was a just a few steps behind the silver wolf. A few steps too many. A flash of blue light and the majestic white wolf fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.
NO! Santana voice boomed. All of the werewolves fell to the ground covering their ears and even the other members of the clans stopped and looked up at the snarling black wolf.
Leaping down from the roof Santana raced over to Brittany. Her eyes were closed and her chest was barely rising and falling. Santana leaned down and nudged her white head with her snout.
Britt? Brittany? Please, baby. Please, wake up. For me. She whimpered. Brittany stirred slightly and than her sparkling blue eyes shot open.
San? She asked, her mental voice barely a whisper. Santana let off a long howl.
Yes, baby, I'm here. I'm right here.
The next thing Santana knew she was under Brittany as the white wolf covered her face in wolfy kisses.
I thought I'd never see you again. Don't you ever scare me like that again! We all thought you were dead! I'm so happy, San! Brittany said as she continued to kiss Santana who let off a bark like laugh.
I know, babe. I know. But I have to take care of these idiots and than we're going to go back home and crease the sheets. Fuck the bet.
Getting up Santana began to pace around the surrounding people. Halfway around her circle, she shifted so she was in her human form.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" She demanded as she paced. Everyone visibly cringed at her loud voice. "You are going to fight each other over a matter like love? I know for a fact that pretty much everyone in this clearing right now is mated with someone outside of his or her clan. Even our great and wonderful leaders. Every single one of us is in love with someone that doesn't belong to our own clan. So, why in the loving hell are all of you fighting each other when you yourselves are in love with someone who you shouldn't be. You're all hypocrites and I'm fucking sick and tired of this bullshit!" She snarled.
"Why is she talking again?" Jesse's voice snarled through the crowd. "Just because you're in love with a human doesn't mean that you can go around and say that everyone else is doing the wrong thing and bringing disgrace onto their clans."
Santana cocked an eyebrow at his statement.
Tell them. Puck said coming up beside her.
Are you sure, Noah?
They have a right to know. Quinn said with a nod of her big silver head.
"Really, Jesse? Do you really believe that your Queen is that perfect? Did you know that your Queen and Princess are in love with two members of my pack? That's why Rachel doesn't want to be with you. You disgusting slime ball."
That did it. Jesse charged. Racing towards her with his elfish spear raised and at the ready. Santana easily sidestepped his first attempt to strike her and with a clean right hook to the jaw the elfish man lay on the ground with a broken spear and jaw. Santana stood over him, fuming.
"Idiots like you are the reason why we can't move forward with our lives. You assume that anything that isn't normal is bad. News flash, smart one; being able to do spells and living in the woods isn't normal! We're all freaks and we need to come together, because there are people out there that hate people like you and they think that anyone that's part of a clan is just like you. They want to kill us and we're just making their job a hell of a lot easier!"
Quinn and Puck both growled to emphasize the point. A few people in the clearing looked guilty while others looked angry.
Letting off a sigh, Santana took her foot and scrapped it across the ground, forming a line.
"Alright, here's how this is going to work. Either you're with us or you're against us. There's no more in between. If you're not with us than we will count you as part of the enemy that are on their way as we speak."
"Who is this enemy you keep talking about, Santana?" Rory asked.
The Latina sighed. "Hybrids," she whispered. There was an auditable gasp from everyone. "The offspring of the people that we cast out. They're angry at the way their parents and possibly their grandparents were treated and so they have decided to seek revenge on those who have a system of their own. Meaning us."
People began to talk amongst themselves and Santana allowed it for a few moments. "Hey. Hey!" She called out.
A deep lion like roar split the air and everyone grew silent as Brittany stepped back and allowed Santana to continue with her speech.
"If you don't choose now than we will all die." There was silence and than Rory stepped forward. He stood next to Santana and gave her a sober nod. He was followed by Holly, Lindsey, Harmony, Mike, Tina, Mercedes, and ever Shelby. Although she gave Quinn and Rachel a pointed glare.
Almost everyone in the clearing was now on Santana's side of the line. Kurt and a few others of his clan like Azimio and Lauren still stood with him.
"Come on, Kurt. Now's not the time to let your anger blind you. We need you too. Think of Blaine," Santana whispered, begging her friend.
"I don't give a fuck about what you have to say, Lopez," Azimio snarled, "I'd rather die than let anyone marry outside of the clan." He jumped through the air, planning on attack Santana but a pale hand came out and caught him by the shirt. "Shut your fucking mouth, Azimio!" Kurt snarled, before snapping the bigger man's neck.
Everyone stared at the scene before them in a mix of horror and inspiration.
Stepping past the dead body Kurt came up and clasped hands with Santana. "Let's rock this bitch."
They all arrived at Santana's house and everyone surrounded the werewolf leader as one of the witches tended to her wound.
Brittany had yet to leave her side and would growl at anyone that got too close to the Latina. Only Rory seemed to be able to get close enough to clean Santana's wounds. When Brittany growled at him, he simply chuckled and patted her head. After a while Brittany had allowed him to work on Santana only growling when the Latina winced in pain.
The white wolf nuzzled into Santana as the Latina spoke to Kurt, Mercedes and Shelby. She began by telling them about the way Sebastian had attacked her and the words he had said and Jacob's warning, ending with the arrow.
"It was clearly elfish, but I know that Shelby's people don't have that kind of magic. Only Mercedes' clan does and than they never use it," Santana explained. Kurt sat there tapping a finger to his chin. "There's one thing I don't get. Why would Sebastian attack you? What was his motive? He wasn't a hybrid."
"That's not true. Before you became clan leader his parents were thrown out of the clan's. His father was from my clan, while his mother was from your own. His mother begged the clan leaders of that time to keep the child. We agreed and he was allowed to stay as long as he never used his powers," Mercedes explained. "That's why he aged," Santana whispered, more so to herself than to anyone else. Mercedes nodded. "Yes. No one was supposed to notice. He was never allowed at the meetings until he was at least in his early twenties."
They all sat in silence, Brittany still nuzzling into Santana as the Latina absently stoked her mates white fur.
"All done, Santana," Rory said, giving her a huge smile. "Make sure that you keep the bandage on for a couple of days, because your powers won't help it heal." She nodded to him absently.
He nodded before walking over to one of the smaller groups with Harmony, Lindsey, Puck, Artie Sugar and Blaine.
San, what do these hybrids want from us? Brittany asked in a whimper.
I don't know, Britt-Britt. My guess is that they hate the fact that we kicked them out and they want revenge. That's usually what it boils down to.
"How do you suppose we defeat these hybrids?" Shelby demanded. Santana could see her glaring at where Quinn and Rachel both sat cuddled up to each other. "From what you assume it appears that they outmatch us at every turn."
Santana shook her head with a slight smile on her face. "Only if we don't work together. Alone we are weak but together we can watch each other's backs. Defend what weakens another. It is the only way that we can survive. If we come together than we can outmatch anything that they throw at us." Kurt and Mercedes were both nodding to her words.
"I think that you should lead us, Santana," Mercedes whispered. Shelby and Kurt nodded. "You are clearly the only one that knows what she doing and the people seem to listen to you. I think it's only fair that you take over the duties as leader," Shelby said. Santana rolled her eyes.
"Now I see where Rachel gets it from." The other's laughed while Shelby blushed deeply. "Why do you find amusement when there is such a serious matter surrounding us?" Santana shrugged. "Come on, Shelby. You got to enjoy the little things in life." She gave the elf Queen a beaming smile. After a few seconds, the older woman joined in on their merriment.
They all sat there laughing until their sides hurt.
"It's nice to see how much our leaders actually care about our safety," Jesse snarled. Apparently someone had fixed his jaw. It was too soon for Santana's liking. She opened her mouth to shoot out a smart remark when Holly and Will walked by hand in hand. "You should really pull that stick out of your ass, Jesse. It's getting in the way of everyone else's good time." Everyone howled with laughter while Jesse stormed away, red faced and muttering.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, Santana leaned a little bit more into Brittany who put her head in the Latina's lap.
"So, what's the battle plan, General?" Kurt asked as they all leaned back on Santana's extra large couch. "Well, it appears that they take prisoners. Hint why Sam is missing. Sorry, Cedes. I figure there's going to be a battle no matter what we do. We can't avoid them so we're going to have to fight them. We're going to have to get them back. In order to do that, someone's going to have to get into their camp. There'll be guards posted everywhere and it's going to be near impossible for us to get in there. So, I figure the fewer the better. We get a small group to go in and a larger group to stand outside ready to jump into action if anything goes wrong. In order for this plan to work, we're going to need a member from every clan."
I volunteer.
Santana froze.
"No," she said simply.
The others looked at the couple confused, but from the stern look Santana was giving no one in particular, they knew better than to butt in.
San, I'll be fine. I'm a werewolf now. You can't keep me out of this.
Just because you're a werewolf doesn't mean you're indestructible. Brittany. I don't want you anywhere near this fight. Santana snarled back.
Brittany let off an annoyed huff. No matter what you say, Santana, you're not going to keep me out of this. These hybrids not only threaten our people, but you as well. I'm not just going to sit by and let them destroy everything we stand for. I'm going to fight!
NO YOU ARE NOT BRITTANY SUSAN PIERCE! Santana snarled, making everyone in the room visibly jump as Santana stood glaring at her cowering mate. Everyone in her pack whimpered as her mental voice rang through all of their heads. You are going to stay in this house where no one can hurt you! You are going to do as I say, because I am your alpha and you do not outrank me! You are not going to fight in this battle! I will not loose you!
Santana stood there heaving as she glared down at the cowering white wolf. She immediately hated herself. She had used her alpha voice on Brittany, making it impossible for her to disobey her. She felt her inside twisted as she looked down at the trembling white frame that was her soon to be wife.
How could she do this to Brittany? How could she reduce her mate to this? She had to. It was the only way to keep her safe. If that's what it took than so be it.
Kurt could see the conflicted expression on Santana faces and quickly cleared his throat to draw her attention back to the matter at hand, while Quinn snuck over and managed to carry the shaking wolf to their bedroom. As Brittany left the room Santana's position visibly relaxed. Her shoulders slumped and her face grew tired.
"I think we should send Mike and Tina. They'll watch each other's backs and that's exactly what we need right now," Kurt said, trying to smooth over the awkward moment that had just passed before them.
Mercedes nodded. "Sugar and Harmony as well," she added. Shelby's brow furrowed. "Why those two? I mean isn't Sugar a bit ditzy. No offense to you Santana." The Latina didn't even acknowledge her words. Mercedes gave the Elf Queen a devilish smile. "Haven't you seen the way those two act around each other? They're definitely mates." They all glanced over to where the two girls were sitting. Sugar was curled up in Harmony's lap, nuzzling the taller girl's neck.
"So, that's two witches, werewolf, and a vampire," Kurt said counting them off on his fingers.
"I think we should send Will and H-"
"No. I'll go," Santana said, her voice void of any emotions. Everyone turned to look at her. "Do you really think that would be wise, Santana?" Shelby asked cautiously. "I think your assistance would best be placed on the battlefield. You could lead our forces to victory." Santana was already shaking her head before Shelby had finished her sentence. "Puck and Quinn are my standing generals. They are the ones that will lead our forces into battle. I have to go rescue Sam and whoever else they've kidnapped."
Kurt leaned forward and placed a hand to the Latina's shoulder. "Look, Santana, I'm all about for the heat of the moment, but actually think about what you're saying. What about Brittany? What if you don't make it out of there? What if you get caught? Who's going to take care of her? You two haven't even gotten married yet."
Santana sighed but shook her head again. "I have to do this, Kurt. If anyone is going to get rid of those hybrids, it's going to be me. I have to." The pale man leaned back with a nod.
"Okay than. So, Santana and Sugar are going with Harmony, Holly, Mike and Tina," he said, "We still need one more vampire and an elf."
A wicked smile spread across Santana's face. It was the first emotion she had shown since her falling out with Brittany and no one in the circle seemed to like it. "Let's send Jesse," she said triumphantly. Smiles broke out all around the circle. "Do you think you can handle him, Santana?" Shelby asked with her own mischievous smile. "Oh, I can handle St. James. The real question is if he has the balls to stay and fight or if he'll run like a little girl at the first sign of danger."
They all howled with laughter as said man walked past just as she said these words. "Okay, that still doesn't solve our vampire problem," Kurt said. They all nodded. "Are there any vampires in your clan that you would trust with your life, Kurt?" Santana asked seriously.
The pale man shook his head. "No. Sebastian was the only one but he turned out to be a traitor so we see how well my judgment is." Santana rubbed her jaw in concentration.
"What about that man that was standing guard that day I came to warn you about the corruption in your clan?" She asked. "Which one? Matt or Rick?" He asked. "The one that came and told you that we had come to see you. Matt I think." Kurt nodded at the memory. "Yes, he's an honorable man. Send him." They all nodded in agreement.
Santana stood. "Good, now that that's settled I must confer with Puck and Quinn to go over battle strategies." They all nodded, dismissing her.
It wasn't hard to find Puck. He sat laid out on the couch talking to David while his eyeballs stayed glued to Shelby. As Santana approached he turned his attention to her immediately.
"Where's Quinn?" She demanded.
"Still in there with Brittany. You hurt her pretty bad Santana. She's not use to the Alpha's command. You got to ease the new ones into it."
A snarl split the air and Puck and David visibly cowered. "Don't tell me what I need to do. I know what I did. Now, get your head in the game and quit oggoling Shelby. We have to go over battle plans." He nodded furiously while David snuck away silently.
Two hours later everyone from all the clans laid out either in or around Santana's house. It was deadly silent and the Latina sat in one of the guest rooms with her head in her hands. She hadn't bothered to go check on Brittany. From the glare that Quinn had given her when she left the master bedroom, Santana assumed that Brittany had no wish to see her.
It was only an hour before the sun would rise and she paced the room. Scenes from battles passed flashed through her mind as she walked. All of her parent's friends and even some of her own had died in those battles. People like David a family friend for some time. He had died protecting her from a crazed vampire.
Sitting back down on the bed she felt the cold space beside her and not for the first time that night she wished that Brittany were sleeping beside her.
Deciding that she had faked sleep long enough Santana went downstairs to the kitchen where someone was already cooking. Peeking around the doorway she saw a head of long blonde hair at the stove cooking eggs. She tried to back away slowly but Brittany's voice froze her in place.
"You might as well come out I already know you're there." Suppressing a groan Santana walked towards the kitchen table and looked over at her mate's cooking frame. "How did you know I was there?" Santana asked as she looked over the paper just in case Brittany turned around and tried to make eye contact with her. "I'm a werewolf now, San. It comes with the territory. You always knew when I tried to sneak up on you."
Santana winced inwardly as the memories of last night came back fresh in her mind.
"What do you want for breakfast?" Brittany asked, her voice sounding almost pleasant, but Santana could hear the strain in it. "Whatever you're cooking is fine, dear."
Brittany grabbed a plate and piled it high with eggs, bacon and toast before bringing it over to the Latina along with her usual cup of coffee. She didn't give Santana her usual kiss on the cheek but instead walked back to the stove silently and prepared her own breakfast.
With a sigh Santana began to eat the food before her. Not really tasting it. A bad taste already occupied her mouth.
The sound of someone throwing up made her look around to find Brittany bent over the sink and throwing her guts up. Rushing forward she quickly held back her lover's blonde locks, rubbing her back comfortingly.
When Brittany had emptied her stomach she rinsed her mouth out in the sink. "You okay?" Santana whispered. She shrugged. "I don't know. I feel okay now. That's never happed before."
"It's called morning sickness," Quinn's voice butted in, "You're pregnant, B." Said blonde's eyes widened at the shorter girl's words, while Santana froze. "Pregnant?" She whispered. "Pregnant?" The Latina echoed still frozen in her spot next to the sink. Quinn nodded to the both of them.
Brittany's arms wrapped around Santana's neck and she stuck between a mixture of laughing and crying. "You hear that, Sanny, we're going to have a baby." Santana was still frozen in shock.
"But how could you be pregnant? We never had se-" The words died in her throat as she thought back to two days ago. "The dance studio," she whispered and Brittany nodded into her shoulder. Quinn was looking at them in wonder until comprehension dawn on her face. She looked at Santana and saw the Latina had the same look on her face as Finn when Quinn had lied to him and told the idiot that Beth was his.
"You okay there, boss?" She called from the doorway. Santana's eyes didn't leave the floor. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just need a minute." Working her way out of Brittany's arms she went upstairs to the bathroom closing the door to the sound of Brittany sobbing out, "She hates our baby!"
She sat down on the lid of the toilet and out her hands in her face.
How could this be happening right now? How could she have been so careless? They had no idea how long it was going to take for them to defeat the hybrids. In the past wars had take weeks even months. How was she going to keep Brittany safe for months on end while trying to defeat the hybrids? Having to get whatever her mate craved. Running back and forth from the store was something the Latina anticipated but not while trying to stop a horde of pissed off half vampire half whatever's from killing half of her people.
She couldn't do both and the stress of their situation was slowly leaking into her brain.
With a sigh Santana got up splashed her face with a lot of cold water before opening the door and walking back downstairs to find Quinn sitting at the kitchen table with a sniffling Brittany.
Just as Santana was going to reach them she felt a hand grab her and pull her into another room. Looking down at the person before her she stopped whatever argument she was about to make when she saw a rather pissed off looking Rachel before her.
"What do you want, Hobbit? Don't you see my mate is in distress?" Santana snapped, her patience worn to thin for the day. Rachel rolled her eyes at the Latina's usual snarky remark and crossed her arms over her chest giving the Latina another of her death glares.
"Your mate's in distress because you keep putting her in that state. Why don't you talk to her about what's bothering you instead of keeping it locked up?" She demanded. Santana sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. Rachel's expression visibly softened as she saw just how much stress the Latina was under. Fighting back tears Santana looked anywhere but at the shorter girl before her.
"I wish I could…I really do, but she wouldn't understand most of what I'm talking about."
"I bet if you gave her chance than you would see that she knows more than you give her credit for," Rachel said, putting a reassuring hand on the Latina's arm.
"That's what scares me most. What if she knows more than I think and she realizes that I'm not good enough for her? Look, Rachel, I want to have kids. I really do. But not at this present moment. There is too much going on for me to raise a family. I wouldn't want my child raised in conditions like this anyway."
A chuckle filled the air and Santana glared down at the laughing girl. "Well, you've got a good nine months right. And knowing you, you won't be away from Brittany for more than two days at most."
Santana let off a pain filled moan as she fell to the floor. "What's wrong, S?" The Latina looked at the elf girl through her fingers. "Werewolf babies mature quicker than normal children. We just had sex two days ago and now she's already having morning sickness. I figure it'll take about two weeks for her to start showing and the baby will be her in about three or four months."
Rachel's jaw dropped. "Oh, dear god," she whispered.
"And we have no idea what kind of force we're going up against. Since you're from royal blood you've never seen a battlefield. We could very well be out there for months on end. Even if I do manage to get Sam and the others from the hybrids camp we still have to fight off the ones that will attack us and than the ones that will have been left behind at camp," Santana continued.
Rachel slid down next to Santana. "Well, fuck me than."
The Latina was surprised by the shorter girl's vulgar language. She let off a deep humorless chuckle. "Fuck me's right," she growled.
They sat there leaning into each other for the better part of half an hour when the door burst open and there stood a seething Quinn. She opened her mouth to yell at them when she saw the state that her mate and Alpha were in.
"What's wrong?" She asked her voice barely above a whisper. Santana looked over at Rachel to explain. She quickly told Quinn of their situation and She leaned past her mate and took the Latina by the arm. Pulling Santana to her feet. "The only thing for you to do is to get this bullshit over with!" She snarled, as she dragged the girl from the room. "Don't just sit around and mope. Talk to her and than get your sorry ass out there and kick some hybrid ass."
She practically threw Santana into the kitchen where Brittany still sat clutching a tissue and sniffling into it softly. It broke Santana's heart and she moved into the room slowly.
Brittany's eyes shot up and found the Latina gluing her to the spot.
"Hey," Santana whispered.
"Hi," Brittany sniffled.
Santana moved across the room and towards her mate. She got down on one knee so that she was looking up at her mate.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. Brittany cupped Santana's face with one hand. "It's not your fault. I'm probably just being hormonal." The Latina shook her head at the excuse her mate was already making for her. "No you're not. I'm not handling this situation well," she growled in frustration. She was mad at herself for making Brittany cry.
Brittany didn't know how to respond to this so she remained silent as the Latina continued.
"I shouldn't be worrying about myself. I should be asking how are you handling this whole situation. You're the one that got turned into a werewolf and is now carrying my spawn like child."
A flash of anger through Brittany's blue eyes made Santana stop.
"If it's your spawn than it's my spawn as well. You weren't the one who topped me. If anything it's my fault that we're having this baby. I know we should have waited and if I had better control of my wolf side than we could have avoided this whole situation and we could be in peace. I'm sorry, Sanny."
Leaning forward Santana kissed Brittany lightly. Brittany's hand on her jaw added a little pressure deepening the kiss.
"I told you they'd make up," Quinn's loud whisper reached them. Santana bit back the growl of annoyance that reached her lips. "You really are a pain in my ass, Fabray," she muttered against Brittany's lips. A light chuckle escaped Brittany, brushing against Santana's own lips.
Quinn and Rachel slowly walked into the kitchen looking like two children caught with their hands in the cookie jar.
"Hey, Santana, Brittany," Rachel whispered with her hands behind her back and her head down in shame. Santana had to fight back the laughter that was bubbling up inside of her.
Brittany stood before both girls with her arms crossed over her chest. "You both know that it's impolite to eavesdrop," she growled playfully. Both girls nodded. "What do you say we do to them, Sanny?" Brittany asked. The Latina put her index finger to her chin, deep in thought.
"Well, I suppose not letting them see each other for a week would be cruel and unusual punishment," she mused, chuckling when she noticed both girls stiffen.
Santana turned back to Brittany. "What do you suppose we do with them?" The blonde shrugged. "Maybe we should make them run patrols till they dropped." Quinn couldn't stop the smirk that spread across her face.
Clearly Brittany had yet to learn that patrols for a werewolf were nothing and that would just give her and Rachel some more time to be alone.
Santana shook her head. "No. No. That won't work. How would we even punish them? God, we're already off to a bad start." They all laughed at her comment before both Rachel and Quinn pulled the two girls in for a group hug. All of them let off a content sigh.
"You guys act like we're never going to see each other again," Santana remarked as they pulled back and Quinn wrapped an arm around Rachel's waist.
They all turned to the Latina. "You never know, Santana. They say to live your days like they're your last." Santana chuckled. "If I did that than Britt and I would never leave the bedroom." Again everyone laughed at Santana's vulgar remark.
"Come on, Q, we should go out there and start looking for these hybrids," Santana said. Brittany and Rachel both stiffened and the blonde quickly stepped back to the stove.
Grabbing her toast Santana piled the eggs and bacon onto one piece before closing the whole thing up and making a sandwich. They walked out the door and began to walk towards the woods. Santana finished her sandwich in two bites before they both morphed and took off.
Joe, Will, I want you two to patrol from the east over. Get two of Kurt's members and two of Shelby's to help with the patrol. Artie I want you to round everyone who's in the search party. They all agreed and Santana and Quinn took a seat, waiting for the others to arrive.
Quinn turned to Santana. I meant to speak to you Santana. About what you did to Brittany. You used the Aloha command on your Prima and it almost destroyed her. I had to explain to her that you only did it out of love. She thought that you hated her and it almost killed her. I could actually feel our Prima dying before me.
Santana stiffened and her eyes remained locked on the horizon.
I know what I did, Q. I know what I had to do as well. I hurt her and it hurt me as well, but I only hurt her so that she could live. She's carrying my child and even before I knew that I couldn't let her go into battle. What if she died, Quinn? Santana howled.
What if you died? Not only will Brittany loose you but I'll loose you too. The whole pack will loose you. We can't function without you, Santana. You can't smoother Brittany like this. I'm not stopping Rachel from fighting. Maybe it's because she wouldn't listen to me anyways and I can't make her stay, but still I won't stop her from fighting if that's what she truly wants. Quinn said.
Santana looked over at the silver wolf.
If I loose her now…now that I know she's carrying my child I would never be able to live with myself. I'm sorry, Q, I know you're right, but this time I can't take your advice. I will not allow Brittany to fight in this war.
One by one the members of the search party quickly assembled. Santana didn't even bother to explain she simply let off a huff and began to walk deeper into the woods. Sugar and Quinn shared a glance but didn't comment only followed the black wolf.
Sugar took up her place beside Santana with Holly and a grumbling Jesse in the middle, Mike and Tina coming in behind them and Matt and Harmony bringing up the rear.
Sug, why don't you go back there with Harmony? I know you fancy her. Santana joked, giving the brown wolf a playful nudge. If she could have Sugar would be beat red.
I think I should stay by you. You are my Alpha after all. Besides she seems to be enjoying Matt's company. She snarled the last part and threw a glare over her shoulder to where Matt and Harmony were laughing at some stupid joke Matt had made.
Santana nudged the smaller girl.
If it were me I'd snap at his heels till he backed off my woman.
We all aren't Alpha's with Brittany as our mate. Sugar defended as they continued on through the woods.
I still think that you should go back there and take your woman away from all of these ruffians. The Latina continued.
A gleam appeared in Sugar's eyes and she nodded to Santana, before dropping back to walk beside Harmony. She shifted back into her human form and when Harmony wasn't looking gave Matt an evil snarl.
Santana chuckled darkly as Holly came up beside her and Matt went to stand beside Jesse.
Holly looked slightly ticked off which could only mean that Jesse was being a major ass today. It took a lot to piss mellow Holly Holiday off. She came up beside Santana and took note of the Latina's tense shoulders.
"I heard that you took over Will's position for this search," she commented offhandedly. Santana knew that she had a point to make with this conversation. Holly always did. Santana shifted into her human form so that she and Holly could speak freely.
"Would you prefer that I put his life in danger on a mission like this?" She demanded without taking her eyes away from the surrounding woods, looking for any sign that would lead them to the hybrids trail.
"No, I'm glad that you took his place. No offense but better you than him."
Santana chuckled darkly. "None taken. I would say the same thing if they tried to volunteer Brittany."
"I heard that she volunteered herself and that you snapped and went all Alpha on her," Holly said with her same carefree voice. "Jesus, does everyone know about that?" Santana demanded. Holly chuckled at the fiery Latina's temper.
"No only those who are mated to a werewolf." Santana huffed and they walked in silence for a while.
When they were about an hour into the woods Holly asked the question that had been burning on everyone's mind. "How exactly are we going to find these hybrids?"
Santana was quick to explain. "When they shot me with that arrow there was a certain scent to it that didn't match anything I had ever smelled before. It was a mix of all our scents put together."
"So, what we're just suppose to blindly follow your nose into these woods?" Jesse snarled from the back. Everyone gave him an evil glare.
"I would lower my voice if I were you, St. James. We're close. The smell's getting stronger," Santana growled, before shifting into her wolf form. Sugar was quick to do the same. Holly pulled her bow from her back and Harmony and Mike's hands crackled with magic.
Dropping down to her belly. Santana made the other's stop while she and Holly slowly snuck forward. Sticking low to the ground they rested atop a hill high enough for them to look down upon the hybrids camp. What they saw made Santana's jaw drop.
Thousands of hybrids littered the ground all of them gearing up and falling into line. "They look like soldiers," Holly muttered. In the middle of the camp was Sam tied up to a few other people. Santana couldn't tell what clan they were from, but they all looked pretty beaten up.
"What's the plan boss?" Holly asked. Santana opened her mouth to growl out a response when the troops bellow began to move out of the camp. One line after another until the only thing left were the guards watching over Sam's still unmoving frame. They waited a few more minutes until the sound of footsteps had disappeared before they made there way back to the others.
As soon as Santana and Holly came into view a mountain of questions bombarded them.
"What was that?"
"It sounded like an army!"
"What's the plan, Santana?"
"What are we going to do?"
"How many of them are there?"
Shifting back into her human form the Latina waited until they had finished interviewing her before she spoke.
"What you just heard was their main group. It's on its way over to our troops now. Sug, send Quinn and Puck a message. Let them know that the hybrids are on their way. Now, they have Sam and a few others tied up in the center of the camp with guards pacing back and forth at every two intervals. So, that means that we're going to have to kill the guards on this side so we can get."
They all nodded in understanding. "Alright, let's go," Santana growled before shifting and racing towards the top of the hill.
Looking down at the camp below they all waited before Santana's paw tapped the ground twice before Tina and Matt sprang into action.
Racing down the hill they appeared behind the two guards pacing the front of the camp, snapping their necks. Santana waved for the others to go ahead. Holly took point while Santana brought up the rear, watching everyone's back to make sure that none of the other guards had heard their companions fall to the ground.
Once they were inside the camp Holly took them around the side, sticking to the shadows. One of the hybrids happened to be coming back to camp with a kill attached to his back. He made the mistake of noticing Holly and the elf quickly put an arrow in his chest. He hit the ground with a soft thud and they continued on their way without a second thought.
When they were far enough into the camp that Santana could clearly see the extent of the damage done. His face was swollen almost beyond recognition and she could see almost all of his ribs sticking out. Where his abs use to be was now just loose skin hanging from his body. The parts of his body that weren't bruised pale almost to the point that he was transparent.
"Oh, Sammy," Holly whispered. They continued to move though. They still had to take out the other six guards standing around the camp.
"This is stupid," Jesse snarled, "Can't you see they're suffering. Why are we wasting time? We could get them and be out of here before anyone noticed. Santana had to fight back a snarl, but it wasn't necessary. Matt turned to face Jesse, making everyone stop.
"Shut the fuck up, St. James!" He snarled. They all stood there in shock. Matt never spoke in front of anyone. Not even Kurt. To hear him go off on Jesse was like a nuclear bomb had exploded.
They turned to continue when a bolt of black light shot through the air and struck Matt. He fell to the ground dead. "Shit!" Holly screamed as hybrids raced towards them. Santana and Sugar stood side by side with Tina standing to Sugar's right and Holly to Santana's left. Harmony and Mike stood behind them casting protective spells over their group and doing an almost mind battle with the half witches on the other side.
Santana roared and they charged forward. Sugar flipped through the air landing on an unsuspecting hybrids shoulder she bit into his jugular vein and leapt away before even a drop of his blood hit the ground.
Santana couldn't focus on the smaller wolf's attacks when three of the hybrids were charging towards her at that very moment. With a sly smirk Santana began to quicken her pace until she turned invisible. She expected to run circles around the hybrids but apparently she had been stuck with the half werewolf half vampire group and so they were a lot faster than she was.
One of them appeared directly in front of her and she was moving to fast to avoid him so she barreled into the man before her. It felt like she hit a brick wall and she felt her jaw dislocate.
He laughed and picked her up by the scruff of her neck. A pitiful whimper escaped Santana's lips before she could check herself. He laughed grimly before throwing her into one of the near by trees. She went through that one and at least five more before she came to a stop.
She had definitely broken some major bones. Santana didn't even bother trying to get up. She didn't have to, the same hybrid that threw her through all those trees came out of nowhere and picked her up once again by the scruff of her neck before tossing her back into the hybrids camp. She lay with her face pressed into the ground, letting off a steady stream of whimpers.
The hybrid put his foot on Santana's back and slowly began to apply pressure, when all of his weight was gone. Using all of her will power Santana looked up to find Holly standing a few feet away her bow still humming from the vibrations of a freshly released arrow. The hybrid lay off to the side, dead.
"What would you do with out us?" Holly called with her usual smile in place, before she raced off to help Harmony fend off some of the advancing hybrids. Santana could feel her bones healing and she looked around the camp. She had heavily underestimated the amount of hybrids there were left in the camp. Sugar seemed to be in the most trouble so Santana raced forward to help her. She killed two of them before something collided with her.
She turned around ready for a fight but instead found something she didn't expect. Jesse lying on the ground with an arrow sticking out of his chest. Across the field a hybrid stood with a triumphant smirk on his face and her bow still vibrating from the release.
Roaring in rage Santana jumped across the clearing she came down on top of the terrified girl and quickly silenced her screams by tearing her throat out.
Satisfied with her work Santana quickly jumped off the dead girl and raced back to where Jesse lay sputtering and coughing. She shifted back into her human form and kneeled down beside the wounded man.
"Come on! Hang in there, Jesse. If you were strong enough to take on that big oaf Finn than you're strong enough to survive this!" Santana yelled, pulling the man's head into her lap. He gave her a weak smile. "You called me Jesse. No one ever calls me that anymore except for Rachel," he mused, his voice extremely weak.
Ragged coughs racked his body and when his hand came away from covering his mouth it was covered in blood.
"I had a good run, Santana. Now you have to keep moving. Get the others out of here and make sure you stop those hybrids." He coughed again. "You always were the strongest of us all. That was one of the things I admired most about you." He coughed twice before his breathing stopped and his body went still.
Tears clouded Santana's vision but she did nothing to stop them from spilling out. "Santana, we have to keep moving," Mike said, putting a hand to her shoulder. "We're not leaving without them!" She snarled, looking between Jesse and Matt. The others all shared a look debating her words. "If you won't help me than I'll carry them myself, but we're not leaving them to die in this god forsaken place."
Holly nodded and Mike did a quick spell that had both Jesse and Matt's bodies suspended in the air while Santana and the others quickly went over to where Sam and the other captives sat. Breaking the chain Santana looked deep into Sam's bruised face.
"Alright there, Sammy boy?" She asked as he looked up at her as if she were some angel come and set him free. Shifting back into her human form Santana waited while Holly and Tina helped the injured people onto Santana and Sugar's backs while Tina and Holly carried Harmony and Mike.
Risking one last glance at the wreckage behind them the search party took off back into the woods and towards the sound of battle cries. That's when the full gravity of their situation crashed down on Santana and her legs nearly gave out on her. They were fighting for their lives and two of them had already died in their small group. Who knew how many others were dead.
Quickening their pace they smelled the smoke before they saw it. Than Santana was flying through the trees. No one could keep up with her. She didn't even think about the passengers on her back. Her only thought was of Brittany. She had to get back. Something was burning and she knew it wasn't the trees.
Coming to the top of the hill she looked down at a sight that tore her heart to pieces.
Bodies lay face down everywhere. Blood was running in great rivers throughout the field. Figures were still fighting below, but what really made Santana freeze was the burning house in the middle of it all. The house that she had ordered Brittany to stay in. The house that her fiancé was still trapped in. That's what Santana was focused on. That's what made her see red.
BOOM! Another chapter done. What did you guys think? Are you liking all these cliffhangers where one of them almost dies. I'm probably gonna write maybe two more chapters for this and I'm also contemplating a sequel. Should I? Or should I just leave it alone and let the story end.
Oh P.S. If I do write a sequel it will be all about Santana and Brittany's kids. Possibly with Beth in there too and the baby that Rachel and Quinn might be making.
P.S.S. I only continue the story with reviews so if you wanna know what happens to Britt-Britt you better leave me some opinions.