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I flipped the bacon in the pan and poured a glass of milk. It was morning, and even though my head was still throbbing from the stitches last night I found a little bit of solace in cooking. I wasn't nearly as good as Kurt, he was a homegrown pro, but I was decent. Or at least Blaine seemed to think so.

I looked over my shoulder at my older brother, he had half a pancake in his mouth, and his eyes were glued to the paper. I hated that he always had to rush off doing odd jobs all over town, I wish he'd just take my advice and come and work for Sam. Sam's a good guy, he'd give him a decent job.

I just couldn't keep my mind off of what happened last night. The fight, the back of my head…Quinn mostly. When would I see her again? Would I ever see her again? She seemed pretty kind for just a passerby, but she didn't belong here. She wasn't from here, and it wasn't just because she was a vampire. There was so much to learn about her, so much more to know.

I just had to see her.

"Were you at Sam's last night?" Blaine asked her in between bites.

"Yeah, it was…eventful." I had no idea how much he knew and at this point I wasn't willing to risk it. Blaine set down the paper and took a drink of his coffee. I put the bacon on a plate and moved to the table, sitting down across from him and sharing in delight of all the delicious treats I'd made this morning. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, hush puppies, and fruit salad.

"Apparently there was a vampire attack…well I guess a vampire was attacked, that's what's been going around." Blaine said eyeing me over the brim of his cup. "Did you see any vampires at Sam's?" She couldn't just out right lie to him, he was her brother.

"I um…talked to one." Blaine's face said it all, disappointment, fear, most of all anger. "But it's not a big deal, she was nice-."

"Nice, nu-uh, no vampire's nice. I don't care who it is I want you to stay away from them, they're only after one thing." Blaine told her, like he was the wisest being out there. I told myself to just let him speak, he really enjoyed hearing himself talk most of the time.

Just think about what those freak bloodsuckers did to Sugar. What if that was Rachel?

What the hell was Blaine talking about? No, wait…what was he thinking about? What happened to Sugar, was Blaine hiding something? Duh, of course he was, otherwise he would've outright said that. "What about Sugar?" I asked him. I could tell he felt trapped, and he stuffed half a pancake in his mouth before standing up and putting his plate in the sink.

"Nothin'." Blaine said trying to push everything under the rug.

Dammit, Rachel can't know about this.

"What can't I know about?" I asked him following him all the way out of the house. The porch door slammed and Blaine started running down the porch steps, he was trying to get away from me, but he knew how persistent I could be.

"Dammit Rachel get out of my head. I hate when you do that." Blaine snapped angrily.

"I can hardly help it, now can I? And furthermore, what the hell is this Sugar business?" Rachel asked. Blaine tried to open his truck door but I slammed it shut. "You don't even know Sugar that well, you just see her when you're cleaning the church. I thought you only waved hello when you saw her leaving the Narcotics Anonymous meetings."

"I do, I've barely said two words to the girl." Blaine insisted.

But that night was different.

"What the hell Blaine? If you're lying to me I'll figure it out, you know I will." I told him, he got in his car and waved goodbye before pulling out of our driveway. I kicked the ground in front of me, I hated when Blaine lied to me. Knowing him, it was some serious trouble he was in. But there wasn't really anything that I could do.

I was snapped out of my trance when Kurt honked his horn. He pulled up in his pink '97 Subaru legacy, with fading paint, and dinky windows. "Hey where's your phone?" He asked as he pulled up closer to where I was standing. I told him to hold on a second while I ran inside and grabbed my phone off my bed, and rushed back downstairs.

As I walked I noticed that I had a few missed calls from Santana, and one from Kurt. "Yeah Satan was trying to get a hold of you, it's cool, we'll just meet her at Sam's." I nodded and got in the car. I had to slam the door twice before it finally shut. "Listen to Santana's voicemail, I nearly shit a brick when I heard her blabbering on and on." I flipped open my phone and listened to the first voicemail.

The only words I could make out were fucking Nazis and nightmare on Edwards Street. Santana could be a little dramatic in all situations. When we pulled up to Sam's, the only cars there were Kitty's and Santana's. Sam was probably out back, but I had no idea if he was actually inside.

Kurt and I walked towards the bar and when we got inside, I could see Santana standing behind the bar with a shotgun in her hands and a bandanna wrapped around her neck. "Santana what the hell?" Kurt questioned motioning for either me to take cover or Santana to put the gun down.

"Check this out." Santana took out one of the bullets and held it up. "This thing's got silver pieces all packed inside, hits a vamp in the heart and bang bang mutha fucka." Santana laughed and Kitty came walking out from the back of the restaurant.

"What are you doing?" Kitty asked Santana who was spinning the shotgun around like it was a play toy.

"Why do you have that thing?" I asked Santana.

"Didn't you hear?" She asked arching her eyebrows. Kitty, Kurt, and I curiously waited for Santana to continue. "Sugar got axed by a vamp, Dave is going around town looking for the doer, as if his low level sheriff ass is going to find anything. Which is why I'm gonna take care of this myself." Santana's grin was so odd considering she was talking about killing vampires.

"You're crazy, you can't go on a vendetta against vampires." Kurt explained to her.

"You know what I think is weird? How that Quinn girl just showed up out of nowhere, right around the time that Sugar got killed-." I didn't like what Santana was saying. Usually she never really got to me, but right now she was.

"Fuck off Santana." I told her angrily. I was so ready to get out of here now. I started for the door, but Santana called out and stopped me.

"Hey I just need you to come with me. Think of it as…curious minds ought to fucking know." Santana said with a grin. "Look, to be fair I don't think Quinn's the one who killed Sugar, I was just messing with you."

"Well where are we going?" I asked Santana. Even though I didn't exactly like the whole idea of Santana trying to play detective, I was curious as to how she planned on going about this whole thing.

"Fangtasia." Santana explained.

"What?" Kurt shrieked. "The place with all those fangbangers, no way. You guys can't go there." Maybe Kurt was just being careful, and maybe meeting Quinn first had skewed my view of vampires as a race, but I wasn't very afraid of them. If Santana was just looking for answers, then I didn't mind tagging along.

"Hey let me hang with you guys tonight then." Kitty said with a grin.

"Sure thing Tabby cat, but first, give me one good reason." Santana demanded. Kitty looked at Santana for a moment before turning to me.

"Let me tag along, I didn't get to meet the bloodsucker yesterday." Kitty said with a pleading pout.

"Her name's Quinn-."

"Watch it Wilde, Rachel's got it bad for the dead soul." Santana tossed the gun up in the air and before catching it. "You can come Kit, just make sure you don't say something moronic that'll get our heads bitten off."

"They're vampires not monsters." I assured Santana who only replied by smiling.

"Same thing princess."

…

Fangtasia was a lot louder than I anticipated, I didn't realize that vampires liked loud and ragging grunge music, but apparently they did. The real struggle was figuring out what to wear, it was hot, but I didn't want to overexpose my body. Kitty and Santana didn't seem to care, Kitty with her short dress on, and Santana with a rugged tank top and jean shorts, but I was a little more cautious. V-neck and skinny jeans, simple and plain, I didn't exactly want to stick out.

At least I got Santana to leave her shotgun in the car, that would've been a good first impression, but she kept a pair of silver brass knuckles on, like some kind of rogue special agent. I wondered why she didn't just become a cop in the first place, she explained that she wasn't exactly one for rules.

"That looks like the guy in charge." Santana started moving towards the tan looking, mohawk wearing punk who was sitting in what appeared to be some kind of throne. Talk about a strong sense of entitlement, I thought to myself. "I'm gonna go talk to him-." I grabbed on to Santana's arm to stop her. She could be so impulsive at times, it was ridiculous.

"And say what? You can't threaten these people-." I started.

"Vampires." Kitty corrected before walking off towards the bar.

"Yes vampires, whatever, just be patient. People come here to fulfill their fantasies about vampires, all kinds of weird stuff…but if you want to talk to one, just wait, they'll come up to you." Santana seemed to see things my way rather quickly, because she grabbed my hand and we sat down at a table in the middle of the bar.

"This place is giving me hives." Santana said scratching her arms and pouting.

"You're adorable when you're trying to be a menace to society." I told her. She gave me a tight lipped smile.

"I'm not adorable I'm a sexbot and also, there are two vamps on their way over, stand tall soldier." Santana grinned as the pair walked over to us. It was the man from the throne, I recognized the way he carried himself, but I hadn't seen the brunette next to him before. I was sure he was a vampire, but I had no idea if she was or not. There wasn't exactly a radar to tell for sure.

"Neat ring you have there doll face." The man said. Santana put on her most dashing smile.

"Touch it." Santana urged. The man's expression changed quickly, I could tell that he felt insulted. Santana didn't show an ounce of remorse. "Is this your place?" She asked.

"I'm Noah, the owner." He held out his hand for Santana to shake, but she didn't budge. Instead Santana nodded to the girl standing next to him.

"And who's this?" She asked.

"Marley, she's my muse, and I'm her maker." This Noah character said before snapping his fingers. Marley went to the bar, grabbed two vodka tonics and walked back over giving Santana and me the drinks. "Are you two here for pleasure or…pleasure?"

"More like business." Santana said before downing the vodka in one fluid motion. "Do you know a Sugar?"

"We don't serve coffee here." Noah remarked with a wicked grin. He looked powerful, but I don't know how well powerful will stand against Santana's rage. Santana wasn't exactly one to ever back down.

"Stop playing games, I know the cops were here asking about her. I've got a couple of reporter friends who would love love love to here a story about a poor sweet innocent little girl who got viciously attacked by a vampire in here." Santana threatened. "Maybe it was that guy." Santana pointed to a man covered completely by tattoos, with piercings all over his body. "Or her." Santana nodded towards a woman who was dancing on a pole. "Hm…" Santana chuckled darkly. "Better yet, maybe it was you. Do you think that'd make for a good story?"

"No one who comes here is innocent or sweet." Noah said calmly. "And I told the police everything I know, she was here a few nights about, only for a couple of minutes, and then she left."

"And she was here alone?" I don't know what got into me. Maybe it was the countless reruns of Law and Order, but I felt the need to speak up. Even Santana was a little surprised that I said something. Noah turned to me like he was just noticing me for the first time.

"What…" He took a step closer to me and ran his finger down the side of my face. "…are you?" I moved away from his touch and Santana jumped up and pressed her hand against his chest.

"You okay?" She asked over her shoulder.

"I'm fine." I told her before standing up and heading for the bathroom. I just needed to wash my face off, rid my body of his touch. I pushed open the bathroom door and immediately regretted it, there was already someone in there. Two someones. And it sounded like some sort of…sexual encounter.

Whatever, people could live their lives however they wanted to, it was none of my business. I walked over to the sink and turned on the faucet, and just as I put my hands under the water I heard something.

"Stop." It was a girls voice, that was for sure, she sounded scared. "Stop it!" There is was again only louder, I knew if I looked up and into the mirror I would see what was going on. But this was none of my business.

I shouldn't have looked up, then I wouldn't have seen Quinn pressing that poor girls body against the bathroom stall. I wouldn't have seen her holding onto her wrist so she couldn't move, her mouth latched on to the girl's neck, draining her of her life. I must have gasped, I must have shrieked, or yelled or something, because Quinn pulled back from the girl and looked right at me. Fangs still protruding, blood dripping from my mouth.

Santana was right, vampires were monsters.

I ran out of the bathroom, I ran right for Santana who wrapped her arms around me, before she even spoke. "Hey what happened?"

"Q-Quinn…" I managed to stutter out before Santana grabbed me and pulled me behind her. I only noticed then that Quinn was approaching us.

"Hey Soul Sucker, back the fuck up. What'd you do to my girl?" Santana asked. She was holding onto my wrist to keep me from moving, not that I was in any mood to speak to Quinn.

"Your girl?" Quinn questioned like that was the pressing matter here.

"Did you hurt her?" Santana snapped at Quinn. Santana turned and looked me in the eyes. "Did that little twat hurt you?" I shook my head no.

"San, I just want to get out of here." I pleaded with her. Santana waved Kitty over, and we started moving towards the exit, Quinn didn't follow, not right away at least. We made it to the car, Kitty was already sitting inside, Santana was trying to get me to spill my guts about why I'd suddenly flipped on Quinn.

"I can explain what happened." Quinn shouted. I noticed that she'd kept a safe distance between us, she was trying to prove that she wasn't a threat to us, I wasn't so sure.

"What are you even doing here? I thought you were a mainstreamer." Santana challenged.

"I am-."

"Then why the hell did I catch you sucking that girl dry in the bathroom?" I yelled at her. Kitty rolled down the window so that she could listen in, but not be in the way. Quinn stood there for a moment, her fangs had retracted, her eyes reverted back to their normal color.

"I didn't mean to." Quinn said looking directly at me.

"Then tell me what you meant. Explain, because if you don't start speaking right now then we're leaving." I warned her. Santana gave Quinn three more seconds before she started walking towards the driver's seat.

"You know what, you can save it." Santana said.

"I am a mainstreamer." Quinn said before walking towards me, I took a step back, and Santana pulled out her shotgun, pointing it right at Quinn's heart. "Look I…last night, when I met you it was…different. You looked so…you smelled so…" She looked down like she was ashamed. "The Tru Blood wasn't enough, after seeing you, I held out all day, but I relapsed. I needed real blood…I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt that girl, she said she wanted to." Quinn shoved her hands in her pocket. "I went to far, I-I know I shouldn't have come here, but I'm not perfect."

"Damn straight you ain't perfect." Santana said before lowering the gun.

"Is she okay?" I asked Quinn.

"I saw her go into the men's room with another guy just a few moments ago. I asked the owner about her, she's a regular that's the only reason I approached her." Quinn explained.

"Excuse me while I go vomit." Santana said as she got into the car. I thought about everything Quinn had said. Sure my view of her had changed, just slightly, she was only human. Well a vampire, but she made mistakes like any person would. At least she owned up to it, and she was apologizing.

"Do you like tea?" I asked her.

"Tea?" She questioned.

"Yeah, like sweet tea, or green tea, or chi?" A smile spread across her face. "I'm only asking because I don't have any Tru Blood at home, and us southern folks usually drink tea when we want to talk to someone."

"Yeah I'll drink it, are you inviting me over?" She asked.

"Yes, do you want to drive with us or-."

"I'll run." She told me.

"Do you need my address?" I asked, reaching into my pockets for a pen. Quinn shook her head no.

"I already asked around, I'll meet you there."

…...

The whole drive back home was filled mostly with Santana tell me that inviting Quinn over was an awful idea. Kitty thought it was hilarious, taking a vampire home for tea. I didn't let them get to me, instead I pestered Santana to drive faster, and when I finally arrived home a permanent grin was plastered on my face. "Be careful." Santana warned me. "You want these silver knuckles?" She asked holding them out for me.

"No thanks, I prefer words over violence." I waved goodbye to them and walked up my porch. I looked around, where was she? I assumed she'd make it here well before we would. Maybe she chickened out. Oh god, was I that stupid, did I fall fro some sort of trick? Was she just trying to get me alone so she could-

"Hi." I spun around and was face to face with Quinn.

"Oh hey." I used my key to unlock my front door, and walked inside. "The place is sort of a mess, blame my brother for that." I said before picking up a t-shirt and tossing it on the couch. I was headed right for the kitchen when I noticed that there were no footsteps following me. I turned around and Quinn wasn't standing there. "Quinn?" I walked back over to the open doorway, Quinn was standing there with her hands behind her back, looking nervous.

"I uh…" She laughed. "You have to invite me in." She explained.

"I do? Like will you explode or something if you try and come in?" I asked her.

"Or something." She replied playfully.

"Come in." She took a step forward, but then I quickly pushed her back outside. "Wait, that was all wrong. I have to say something better than that." She scratched the back of her head and waited. "I welcome you into my home." I said and she walked in with a laugh.

"Like that was even better." She mumbled under her breath. While she was looking around, admiring every photo, book, or piece of furniture, I went into the kitchen and poured us too large glasses of sweet tea with lemon. Quinn walked into the kitchen and sat across from me at the table.

"Sweet tea at 2 in the morning, yum." Quinn said before taking a sip. I smiled and drank some too.

"What does it taste like?" I asked her curiously.

"Like…nothing." She said with a shrug. "What does it taste like for you?"

"Cool, sweet, tangy but not in a gross way. I drink it all the time, it's like a southern thing, with every meal, it's nice to have something to cool me down I guess." Quinn watched me as I talked, I liked that about her. She wasn't talkative, just attentive.

"Sometimes I'll go to places, order a full meal, like a burger…no pickles, extra mustard, and just go to town. I don't taste anything, but it's nice to pretend." She rattled off.

"Where are you from? Originally I mean."

"Nevada."

"Where's your maker?" I asked. I'd only just heard the term from that Noah guy, but Santana explained what it meant on the way home. Apparently, she'd been reading up on vampires recently, and she knows all kinds of cool stuff.

"I don't know." Quinn said quietly. "That's my problem, I was made and then abandoned, I never learned how to control myself." I nodded my head, that was awful, I couldn't imagine how scared she must have been. "Who's Sugar?" She asked out of the blue.

"A girl, she grew up around here, kinda bad news but…apparently she was found dead a few days ago. The last place anyone saw her was at Fangtasia. That's why Santana, Kitty, and I were there in the first place." Quinn seemed perplexed by the whole thing, to be honest so was I. There were plenty of questions, and I wasn't sure I wanted to know half of the answers. "Santana sort of got into it with the owner, Noah…I think he was a…um, do you know him?"

"I know of him." Quinn started. "I don't know what to make of him, he seems sketchy, but I don't know if he had anything to do with that girl's death. I just don't understand why you're investigating it. Shouldn't the cops do that?"

"I'll admit it was sort of dumb to go in there without a true plan, but Santana typically knows what she's doing, and she'll get results when the cops don't." I assured Quinn who still looked skeptical about the whole thing.

"I could dig around too if you want." Quinn offered.

"No, it's not safe." I told her as I finished my tea. Quinn's glass was still practically full. Tea, what on earth was I thinking?

"As opposed to you going into a vampire bar?" Quinn was smooth, not witty or overbearing like Santana, she kept her words to a minimum, and she was quietly crafty. "That was ballsy, all those vampires ogling at you, wanting to taste you." Her eyes travelled down to my lips and I bit down on my bottom lip at the thought.

"That Noah guy really creeped me out. The only thing he said to me was what are you…like who says that?" I questioned.

"What did he mean by that?" I grabbed both of our glasses and cleaned them while Quinn leaned back in her chair. I shrugged. "Well maybe I'll go and find out."

"No, no way. You're just a little baby vamp, he could hurt you." I could fell Quinn's glare on my back.

"I'm stronger than I look, my maker was strong too. I'm not afraid of fighting him if I have to." Quinn said. I finished with the dishes and waved Quinn over to the couch in the living room, she sat down and I followed.

"Guess what." I exclaimed.

"What?" She sounded so serious that I had to laugh. She really wasn't used to someone being playful with her, we'd just have to be around one another more often then.

"I'm going to buy some Tru Blood, just to stash it away, maybe so you won't have to go to Sam's or that place to…you know with that girl." Quinn looked down, I could tell that she was still ashamed. "What did she taste like?" Did blood taste the same for them? I mean it was just this iron-like thick liquid, how could that be good for anyone. Quinn looked at me, and her fangs protruded out quickly, I found myself moving back for a brief moment, anticipating her attack.

She didn't even move, she just covered her mouth. "Oh Jesus I'm sorry." She said trying to hide her fangs from me. I reached out and tried to pull her hand away, but she wouldn't budge. "It's embarrassing."

"It's cute, you're like a puppy or something." I think that comment actually made it worse. "When they pop out like that I mean…it means you're…horny?" I think my word choice was making her extremely uncomfortable at this point. "Or turned on I guess." She just nodded. "That's really really…"

"Really what?" She asked.

"Sexy." I breathed out. "Does it only happen when you're turned on?"

"Or when I'm angry." She said, her hand dropped to her lap, and now I could see that her fangs had retracted. I wonder how much true control she had over that.

"Hm." I said. "Vampires are very sexual beings aren't they?"

"Indulgent is a better word. Older vampires should know how to regulate themselves, young vampires can be reckless with their food, but now everyone's gone crazy. Since we came out, some have forgotten all about regulation and indulge any time they want to." Quinn didn't look very happy about this fact, I can't say that I was either.

"Did you just call humans food?" Quinn didn't answer for fear of saying something wrong. "Do you want to eat me?" There those fangs go again, with Quinn's eyes undressing me, I knew her answer was yes. "I wonder how I taste."

"You're testing me." Quinn said breaking our intense gaze.

"What am I testing for?" I questioned curious as to what exactly she thought I was doing.

"I dunno, to see if I'll hurt you. Which I won't by the way." She assured me. "Actually maybe I should head home-."

"No." I blurted out. "You can stay here." I suggested.

"Here?"

"Yes here." I grabbed her hand and started moving her towards the trap door near the fireplace. "We have a cellar."

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