I said it would take a while, but here I am again with another chapter. Seriously this time, chapters won't be updated this quickly, I'm just trying to get a quick start. If you're reading I hope you're reviewing, because if not I don't know how far I'll take this story.

Rachel was going to kill Kurt if she found out what he was doing. Well maybe not kill, maybe turn over to the vampire police probably or at least smack him a million times. This was serious shit, or at least dangerous, but pocket cash was hard to come by, and Kurt needed it badly.

Doing this stuff on the streets was trashy, it's also how a few people got seriously hurt, so addicts could come right to Kurt's house on the top of Mulberry Hill, or stump, as Kurt liked to call it.

Every time Kurt was looking to deal he'd keep mace nearby, addicts were what fueled his business, but they were also unpredictable. The knock at the door made Kurt jump, he got up quickly and went over to open the door. A very large looking kid, probably no older than he, stood in front of him. He was wearing a tattered Ravens jersey, with blue jeans, and boots on. He wasn't exactly jumpy, but he wasn't completely grounded either. "Hey." The guy said, he barely waited for Kurt to move over before he came marching in.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa I don't know you. Who sent you here?" Kurt asked the guy. Kurt was taking a chance, letting in a stranger, one that big no less, could prove to be deadly.

"A guy named Blaine, short…like a hobbit; he said you two were tight." Kurt rolled his eyes, of course Blaine was out giving open invitations to the public. Kurt would have to give him a piece of his mind later on. "I'm Finn." Kurt sat down and slowly crossed his legs; this guy could be here for everything. Blaine worked at the church sometimes and would talk to some of the addicts there. This Finn guy, could be hooked on anything. If he wanted something Kurt was going to make him outright ask for it.

"Are you here for cookies and Christmas cheer?" Kurt said snapping his fingers at the massive dumb fuck that was sitting in front of him.

"Huh..wha…oh that was a joke." Finn laughed. "I'm looking for uh…" Finn looked around like there were hidden cameras somewhere. "V."

"Oh the new drug of choice, pretty fancy for a corn feed cowboy like you." Kurt reached under his coffee table and pulled out one of the vials that was tapped up. He held it out, and Finn's eyes immediately lit up, but Kurt pulled the tube away not even a second later. "Aren't you gonna pay me?"

"Oh right." Finn dug into his pockets and pulled out two one hundred dollar bills. Kurt frowned.

"Do you know what this is? It's fucking vampire blood, do you have any idea how hard it is to get this shit? I'm not taking your pennies for this gold." Kurt stood up and crossed his arms over his chest. Finn looked devastated. "But you're kinda cute."

"I could get twenty more, maybe thirty." Finn offered.

"I'll tell you what, I'll take this two hundred right now and you can save yourself thirty bucks if you give me a blowjob." Kurt's bluntness threw Finn off, he didn't even know how to respond. "We'll make it a party if you bring a friend too."

"I'm not a queer." Finn spat out angrily. Kurt pretended to be hurt.

"I'm wounded, deeply, and saddened as well." Kurt shrugged. "Welp, I guess I'll keep all this V to myself, ta-ta BFG." Finn was pissed, but Kurt was far from afraid, he grew up in this town, and he didn't take shit from anyone. Finn got up and left, without even saying goodbye. Kurt took a drop of V and closed his eyes at the rush that shot through his body.

No one was happier that vampires had come out of the coffin, now he had a good source of revenue, and a wonderful new rush.

Kurt loved vampires now.

…

"Fuck vampires!" Blaine shouted as I peered up at him from the couch. He'd been going around ranting for the past hour, but I'd been trying to ignore him the entire time. He got like this, usually when he got fired from a job, or drank carbonated drinks before 10 in the morning.

But right now, he just seemed amped up for no reason. "Blaine, shut up!" I shouted at him, taking the pillow from behind my head and throwing it at his head. "Why are you such an ass?"

"Why are you so dumb?" Blaine replied. Today was not going to be a good day, with a start like this; I just knew it was not going to be fun. "Was Santana over last night?" Blaine asked as he jumped on the couch without first checking to see where my legs were. I tried to shift beneath his butt, but he wasn't moving at all.

"No, why?" I asked.

"Two cups in the sink, two chairs pulled out." Blaine said showing off his detective skills. "Oh you had a guy over." Blaine said trying not to get overly excited about the prospect.

"Not exactly." Rachel said, deciding to leave it at that. The quicker Blaine left the quicker I could go and check on Quinn. I hope she's okay down there, I didn't exactly check on her after I put her down there. She was probably uncomfortable, she probably hated it down there. "Don't you have work?" Blaine nodded his head and hopped up to his feet. "What time will you be back, or are you staying at your apartment?"

"Yeah I'm gonna stay at my place tonight, if you don't mind." I really didn't mind at all. Blaine gave me a salute before heading out of the house. As soon as I was sure that he was gone, I rushed over to the cellar. I opened the trapped door and ran down the steps, when I reached the bottle Quinn was looking right at me with a frightened expression on her face.

"Is everything okay with your brother? He doesn't really seem to like vampires very much." Quinn said with a hint of worry in her voice.

"He doesn't even know you, once you meet him, he'll change." I assured her. "Oh no!"

"What?" Quinn got up to her feet and frowned.

"I woke you up." I bent over and grabbed the pillows and blankets that I had laid out for her at night. I fluffed the pillows and set them back down hoping it would be comfortable enough. "I'm so sorry-."

"I normally sleep on a very damp space under a floorboard in a closet; this is like heaven for me." She said with a big grin. "I just got up to make sure everything was okay up there. I didn't know if you were in trouble or not."

"Blaine's no trouble." I assured her. "Now go back to bed." She laid back down on top of the blanket. I watched her for a moment, no wrapping her arms around her body, no curled up position, just laying there. Vampires were fascinating, but also just plain weird.

I rushed up the steps and went into the kitchen to get my wallet. I promised Quinn Tru Blood and I would deliver.

I knew of a place where I could buy it, some gas stations carried it now, but the only relatively safe place I knew of was Rookie's. It was some kind of inventory place, it was filled to the brim with drinks of all kinds, it was where Sam got all of his stuff, and I assumed that's where he got his Tru Blood.

I got into my yellow 81 Honda Civic, thinking about how ridiculous and childish it probably looked to Quinn, but I decided to ignore it. I drove slowly down the street, I had plenty of time to waste, Quinn wouldn't be up until at least 8 or 9, I assumed.

I pulled into Rookie's parking lot and got out of my car. Everyone who came here was either having a party or owned a bar, so they wouldn't really look at me that strangely if I asked for Tru Blood, would they?

It didn't matter, I promised Quinn I'd get her some, and I had to stay true to my word. I walked in slowly, it was quiet, that's the first thing I noticed, the second thing I noticed was that finding anything was like some sort of maze. I grabbed a bottle of vodka, and then one of tequila, I needed something else to guise the true blood when I found it. If I found it.

Which I didn't.

I mustered up enough courage to walk up to the front counter where a tan skinned dreadlocked guy smiled at me as I approached. "Hi." I said as I set the items down on the counter. He scanned the two bottles, and looked worried when I didn't pull out my wallet. "Yeah um…do you have any…" I leaned towards him, I didn't exactly want this to be broadcasts to the entire store. "Tru Blood?" He arched an eyebrow; he clearly wasn't expecting that from me.

"You're no vampire." I looked over quickly, the woman standing next to me came out of nowhere. Wait I knew her from somewhere. Fangtasia, I think. She was the woman who was with Noah, he was her maker wasn't he?

"It's daytime." I blurted out, staring at her with wide eyes, she was a vampire.

"Take a look around sweetheart." My eyes wandered the store curiously until it hit me, there were no windows around, just a front door, that was through another room. "I came in through the back garage, my driver Tina, she took me here to stock up. I hope there's enough Tru Blood to share." I nodded before turning back to the cashier. "Oh don't worry, I'll get it for you, it's in the back, follow me." Luckily there were no other customers waiting in line so I did follow her back to another room.

Marley, that was her name. She was quiet when we met, she didn't say a word.

"So who's the lucky little vamp?" She questioned as she pulled down a case of Tru Blood and handed it to me. She was incredibly strong, she could carry three cases while I was struggling with one.

"Lucky vamp?" I questioned as we started walking towards the counter.

"Yeah." She said with a smirk. I paid for all of my items and stopped, waiting for her to explain to me what she meant. "The one who gets to taste you." Vampires could be so blunt, they had no filters at all apparently.

"No one's tasting-."

"That one you left with. The blond, even she doesn't get to taste you?" I didn't understand where this was going. Couldn't she go and bother someone else? "You're…" She pushed my hair back behind my ear. "Different, I bet you taste so good." I was afraid, she could do anything she wanted to me, I didn't stand a chance.

"I'm sorry I have to go." I headed towards the front door as quickly as possible; once I was out in the sun she wouldn't be able to follow me.

"I'll see you around." She shouted after me. I ignored her; I was going to avoid Fangtasia like the plague from now on.

…

The knock at the front door confused me, Blaine said he was going to stay at his place tonight, and I wasn't exactly expecting any guests tonight. I got up from the kitchen table and walked over to answer it. Sheriff Karofsky was standing there, trying to look through the house from over my head. "Can I help you?" I questioned. I didn't exactly want to be talking to someone when Quinn woke up.

"I'm looking for your brother." He'd have to be a little more specific than that. Blaine was always getting in trouble; many people have been standing in that exact spot saying those exact words, neighbors, friends, parents, so just because Dave had a badge and a gun, it didn't make him that special.

"What for?" I asked.

"Never mind what for, just get him out here." Dave could be a little over the top sometimes. It was like he thought he was in New York City or Los Angeles, this was Louisiana, not exactly the same thing.

"You got a warrant?" I asked, I loved messing with him, he was going to flip out in a moment anyway. "I'm kidding Sheriff. I don't know where Blaine is, sorry."

Well you better fucking find him because this time it's serious.

"What's serious?" I asked him, I could see him mentally kicking himself, he did not want to explain everything to me.

Goddammit Dave get it together, don't you remember that she does that freaky mind reading shit! Oh hell she probably just heard that. Quick, think of something funny, like elves or chickens.

"Nothing, I'll be by soon if I can't find him." Dave said before rushing off down the stairs. I shrugged and closed the door, I've known that I made Dave uncomfortable, but it didn't really ever bother me enough to care.

"Hey." For the second time today a vampire has scared the crap out of me. I didn't even hear movement from down in the cellar, how did she sneak up on me like that? "Is everything alright with your brother?"

"Who knows?" I said without much thought. "Check the fridge." I told her, biting my lip as I watched her go into the kitchen. I stuck my head into the kitchen and she was holding a bottle of Tru Blood in her hands with a grin. "I went out and got you a little something." I opened the bottom compartment of the refrigerator. "Well…" I eyed the 23 bottle of Tru Blood that were in there. "A lotta something actually."

"You didn't have to." She said as she put the bottle into the microwave , 1 minute 30. "I would've gotten it myself."

"It was an interesting trip actually." I told her. "I ran into the own of Fangtasia's right hand girl." I explained. "She was very…" I didn't quite know how to say it. "Out there."

"How so?" She asked. She took out the bottle and unscrewed the cap, taking a big gulp of the liquid, before licking her lips, and now visible fangs.

"I dunno, she started talking about tasting me and stuff." Quinn's eyes darkened. "She said I was different, like come on that line wouldn't work on me in a thousand years. Maybe she's really old, maybe that's why she doesn't know how to speak to me."

"You are different." Quinn asserted. She finished her Tru Blood a moment later, she got so hungry so quickly. "I meant like…" Quinn lightly tapped her fingers against the table, a confusing rhythm, a nervous rhythm.

"Like…"

"Smell." Quinn said her nose twitching as the word came out of her mouth.

"I smell?" I questioned, lifting my arms up and smelling under my arms. Maybe not like a fresh garden, but I didn't smell bad. At least I didn't think so.

"No…well yes." Quinn was fumbling with her words. She wasn't like other vampires, confident, commanding, she was just like any other girl. "What I'm trying to say is that vampires have a good sense of smell, better than humans, and there's something about you that's different."

"Should I be worried? Like should I build a bomb shelter to protect myself?" I questioned.

"No, of course not. Any vampire would be an idiot to bite a human without their consent. It's kind of tense, we don't want humans thinking we'll kill them off, we need humans to survive." Quinn told me.

"Do you want to bite me?" I asked Quinn. She looked surprised by the question, but I really did want to know. She drank that Tru Blood like it was nothing; she was still hungry, she was very respectful, but that could go down the drain when she's hungry. I needed to know if I was in some kind of danger.

"No I-I wouldn't." That was a lie, because of course she would if she could. I'm not upset with her, I just want to know. "Someone coming to your door." Quinn said she stood up and peeked out the kitchen window to check who it was. "It's your friend, the barkeeper." Santana was here, unexpected and unannounced, which meant trouble.

I went to the front door and opened it, Santana came flying in rattling off something about a body, but I had no clue what was going on. "What are you saying?" I asked her. Clearly she was unaware that Quinn was standing by the window in the kitchen, that or Santana was just being flat out rude, which was just as possible.

"What I'm saying is, they found another body." Santana shouted. She took a step back as soon as she saw Quinn and her hand went to her heart. "Jesu Cristo you undead mother fucker, you scared the holy ghost out of me."

"They found a body?" Quinn questioned.

"Yeah guess who." Quinn and I exchanged glances, we had no clue who the body might belong to. "You guys give up easily, anyhow Terri, that whackjob, you know she used to steal shopping carts. Apparently that loony tune was found on her bed." Santana told us.

"It's not nice to speak ill of the dead." I warned Santana who did nothing but roll her eyes. She began to slowly approach Quinn.

"Double guess what." Santana started, she rested her hand on Quinn's shoulder. "They found two bite marks in her neck, know anything about that?"

"No." Quinn snapped. "I know nothing about that."

"Just ignore Santana she's always trying to get under people's skin." I told Quinn, she seemed to calm down. "Are the police involved? Do they think Sugar and Terri's murders are connected?"

"Hell if I know, I ain't no cop. But my guess is yeah they're connected. Both found with bite marks, both women…who knows, we might have a rogue vampire on our hands." Santana exclaimed.

Rachel doesn't even know this vamp. I mean who just shows up in Bon Temps? Maybe she's been around, maybe she really did kill Terri and Sugar. Rachel's probably next.

"I am so not next!" I told Santana, who crossed her arms over her chest.

"Get out of my head Berry."

"What?" Quinn questioned, she looked so confused. That, of course, would be happening a lot, to an outsider half the things that we say seem confusing.

"Rachel can hear people's thoughts, fucking crazy right." Santana seemed oddly impressed with herself right now.

"But I can't hear yours." I said, Quinn ran her fingers through her hair.

"That's cuz she's dead, no brainwaves. Now let's boogie on down to Fangtasia, my guess is that we'll find that Terri was there before. Then we'll have some sort of reason to kick that Noah punk's ass."

"What are we vampire hunters?" I questioned.

"We'll be vampire slayers if that guy pisses me off again. I'll be Buffy." Santana said with a grin. "You can be Willow."

…

I was back at Fangtasia after all, never turned into a mere couple of hours, but it was nice to think that I'd never come back here. This time was different, for starters there weren't as many people packed into the club, and for seconds Quinn came in with us. I wasn't much of a detective, but I was worried about the two recent murders.

"I don't see the undead twosome anywhere." Santana said.

"Maybe the bartender knows where they are." Quinn suggested. She led the way over to the bar. Tina handed Quinn a hot Tru Blood without Quinn even needing to ask. "Excuse me, can I talk to you for a moment." Tina looked up at Quinn and as soon as they locked eyes, Quinn reached out and grabbed her wrist, holding her in place. "You are going to tell me where the owner is."

"Downstairs in the basement." Tina said her eyes boring into Quinn's.

"Is the owner alone?" Quinn asked.

"He's with Marley. Their storing their Tru Blood down there." Quinn let go of Tina's wrist, and Santana and I followed her downstairs.

The basement was unfurnished, probably unfinished too, it was wet and smelled like mold, not to mention how creepy and dark it was down there. We didn't even have the element of surprise, what Santana and I considered stealthy was loud to the two vampires who were standing in front of us. "Why hello, we weren't expecting guests." Noah said with a toothy grin.

"We're not here for pleasantries." Santana said. "I'll bet we're gonna tell you some pretty bad news."

"Oh yeah, and what's that?" Marley questioned still standing just behind Noah.

"That they found another body, two bite marks in her neck. Now as much as I know you guys don't give a flying shit about them as people, you might start caring when you lose all of your customers." Santana was singlehandedly scaring them both with just her words. "You see, the police have been holding some information back, one that the last two places those women were seen was at this joint, and two that they both had bite marks. Do you know what would happen if the public found out? Fucking war, that's what. I bet this small town doesn't seem so comfortable for you right now."

"The police wouldn't release that information, and as much as I love having you two down here, I'm not really a big fan of that runt you have following you around." Noah was staring right at Quinn, and she was glaring right back.

"Hey-!" Santana gripped my arm tightly, to stop me from lashing out at that mohawked asshole that was standing in front of me. She scratched me in the process, it felt like nothing but when Marley charged at me and pulled my wrist out of Santana's grasp, I could see in her eyes that she wanted to bite me.

"Oh god, you smell so fucking good." She went to bite me, and I closed my eyes, I knew it was going to hurt, I also knew that I was terrified.

Then nothing.

I opened my eyes when Marley was lying on the ground, and Quinn had her hand around Noah's neck. He wasn't fighting back, he didn't seem to want a big commotion. "You're just a baby vamp, how the hell are you so strong?" Noah seemed more curious than angry as Quinn pulled her hand back and let him go.

"I'm not a baby." Quinn said darkly.

"But how? Who was your maker?" Noah asked like he wasn't going to let her leave until she answered him.

"I don't know." Quinn told him, before looking over at me. Her eyes were fixed on the small cut on my wrist, she was able to control herself more than Marley was clearly.

"What is she?" Noah asked nodding over to me. "I want her." Quinn grabbed onto Noah's shirt and shoved his back against the wall.

"She's mine." Quinn said glaring at Noah until he got the hint. "We should get out of here." Santana and I were more than willing and we ran up the steps with Quinn following us closely. We made it outside, and Santana started laughing hysterically. Doubled over and holding onto her stomach.

"She's mine." Santana mimicked much to Quinn's mortification. "You sounded like a six year old with a little pet gerbil."

"I did not." Quinn said, but Santana continued to insist that she did. I was more focused on the reaction of the three vampires, when I got cut they all acted like they couldn't resist me. There was something wrong with me.

"Why did you all freak out about it, everyone's blood is like the same right?" Quinn just shrugged and opened the car door for me to get in, before she got in the back seat. "Santana I think we should just let the police take care of this from now on. Let's go to Sam's a get a drink, he's usually pretty good about remaining the voice of reason." Santana nodded, for once she agreed with out protesting.

The truth was, I think she was worried about what happened at Fangtasia. Not just with my blood enticing them, but with the fact that there was a killer out there, and no one had any idea as to who it was.

…

"For you beautiful ladies, it's on the house." Sam said as he poured two shots of vodka and slid them over to Santana and I. Quinn sat beside me, but I could tell she was trying to lay low. "What can I do you for?"

"Nothing, thanks." Quinn said. Sam looked at her for a second longer, like he noticed something, but he didn't say a word about it.

"So what's been goin on, do I have to lock you ladies up in my house or what? Someone's goin around and killing women?" Sam asked, luckily there were more people at tables than at the bar. And even the two girls who were sitting at the bar were too drunk to pay much attention to what we were saying.

"Not someone, something." Santana corrected.

"No thanks Sam, I'd feel safe enough with Quinn." I told him with a smile.

"In a disgustingly odd way, I'd actually feel pretty safe with blondie too. You crashing at Rachel's tonight?" Santana asked Quinn.

"Sure, if she wants." Quinn said smiling at me.

"Oh she wants, trust me." Santana winked at Quinn. "Seriously though Quinn, do you think that Noah character might be involved?"

"No." Quinn shook her head. "It's just…not his style. I mean if he was going to kill someone, he'd cover it up, maybe bury the body, not leave their bodies out like that. It seems so pedestrian, so-."

"Human." I finished for her.

"So we'll let the sheriff take care of things." Sam said with a shrug. "Until then I've got plenty of guns, you welcome to a few."

Maybe Rachel would want to come over to see some of them. I could protect her, not this fanger, I know I could.

I was annoyed by Sam, I never understood why he liked me so damn much. I never showed much interest in him, I just wanted to be his friend. And we made really good friends, nothing more. "Whoa Rachel, two blonds to choose from." Santana whispered in my ear. "At least they both want to eat you." She added before sliding over to the other side of the counter top, forcing Sam to jump back.

I looked down at the cut on my wrist, every time I bent it, it reopened. I'd need a bandage. "Does it hurt?" Quinn asked.

"A little." I told her truthfully. She held out her hand and I took it, she led me out to the side of the bar. My back was pressed against the brick wall, and Quinn was just looking at me.

"I'll fix it." She said quietly. She gently kissed my hand and then ran her tongue over the cut, I could practically feel the sharpness of her intake of air. "Jesus." She breathed out before he fangs shot out. She pricked her finger with her fangs and then ran her bloodied finger over my cut, in a matter of moments it disappeared. "Better?"

"How did you do that? Is that like a thing?" I asked.

"Yeah." She said with a laugh. "But I don't usually do that."

"Why not?" I asked her.

"Because it forms a connection kind of." She kissed my wrist again. "But I don't mind being connected to you."

…

"Blaine Anderson." Blaine turned around at the sound of the voice. He knew this meant trouble right away, Dave was standing there with handcuffs in his hand.

"Oh please tell me you're just bein kinky." Blaine said.

"Nope, you're under arrest." Dave said before turning Blaine around.

"What for?"

"The murder of Sugar Motta."

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