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"I didn't kill anyone." Blaine insisted. It was starting to get toasty in the interrogation room, it'd been hours, and still Dave didn't believe Blaine. Or at least he wouldn't. It was more about the principle, Blaine thought, more about the fact that he was the easy target for these charges. "Look whoever you talked to, they're lying. Someone's trying to pin this on me."
"Then tell me what did happen that night." Dave urged. He was on his last leg, he had nothing. Blaine was truly his only hope; there was little evidence, except the bite marks. But both women could've come from Fangtasia, and then Blaine could've caught up with them, that was the simple explanation.
"I don't know, I saw her leaving her Narcotics meeting, that's all. I might have seen her later, I don't know." Blaine was all mixed up, what really did happen that night.
"You saw her after she came from Fangtasia. You talked maybe you were looking for a quick fix, but she was holding out on you, and you got angry. You didn't mean to, things just happen." Dave rattled off, Blaine didn't like the sound of this. It seemed like Dave already had his idea of the events of that night.
"You're putting words in my mouth!" Blaine yelled. "You don't know shit."
"I do know that people saw you with her that night. I do know that you're a fuck up and I know that you're hiding something. So try again Blaine, and this time don't lie." Blaine had to get out of there, Dave was out to get him.
"Rachel!" Blaine exclaimed before jumping up to his feet.
"What?" Dave questioned.
"One call, I'm supposed to get one call, that's how things work. I need to call Rachel." Blaine stood firm, he wasn't going to let Dave try and stop him. Rachel would know how to get him out of here, and luckily Rachel would be at Sam's working right now.
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"The phone's ringing." Kurt yelled for the third time. Santana was leaning back on a chair behind the bar, she was filing her nails, without even registering what Kurt was saying.
"Do I look like your bitch? Get it yourself." Santana told him.
"It could be those girls from last night, remember you gave them the bar phone number instead of yours." Kurt told Santana who quickly rushed over to grab the phone.
"Yo Evan's Wasteland, what can I do ya for?" Santana asked chewing her gum loudly into the phone.
"Hey…wait Santana? Where's Rachel?" Oh fantastic, Santana thought, Blaine her little hobbit annoying pest, just great.
"Nobody knows…well I mean I know cause I'm basically a god. You on the other hand are-."
"I don't have time for this, Dave just arrested me, and I need Rachel to get me out!" Blaine yelled, he was running out of time, Santana needed to find Rachel and save him right now.
"You underestimate me, you see, while your sister is off prancing through the graveyard with her vampy friend, I'm gonna go down to the station and save your ass. It's funny how you'd even expect Rachel to have a care in the world other than Quinn." Santana said before waving Kurt over.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Blaine asked.
"I'll explain it all to you later." Santana chimed.
Just hurry, please." Santana gave him a quick will do before hanging up the phone and smiling at Kurt.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Kurt questioned.
"Cause you're my besty." Kurt stood there waiting for the punch line. "And as my besty, you're gonna take over. I've got to get down to the police station."
"Oh come on, I can't work this shift alone." Kurt groaned. "Do you know how hard it is to make burgers and mix a drink? Some costumers are gonna end up with lettuce in their drinks."
"You've got Kitty…and if you're very very lucky, then Rachel might show up this time next century." Santana kissed Kurt's forehead before dashing out the front door.
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I was confused, I'd been confused since last night, Quinn talking about connections, Marley going a little nuts over my blood, it was strange, all of it. I like to think back to a world, a world that existed a few days ago for me, where vampires were just a mystery. Now, after meeting Quinn, I was slowly starting to unravel a few things. Slowly but surely.
These murders though, there was something to them, something more at least. I could tell that every time we talked about them, Quinn was getting more and more worried, and even that Noah guy seemed concerned. If people were to find out that the two victims had bites on their necks, then the entire vampire race would be guilty in the public eye.
Quinn would be terrified.
"Are you going out?" Quinn asked from my couch. I was just putting on my nametag as she asked, and as much as I wanted to stay home for the night, I couldn't let Sam down. He was always pretty lenient about my work schedule, possibly because he was in love with me, also because he's just a nice guy, but Friday nights could get hectic, and I didn't want him to only rely on Kitty.
"I have to work; you can come to Sam's if you want to." I offered. "I mean I know it's not as cool as Fangtasia but-."
"I actually need to meet up with a few old friends." Quinn said. I looked at her for a moment before nodding, that sounded incredibly sketchy, but what was I going to do? Tie her up with silver? She had other things to do, I wasn't going to try and stop her. "Maybe I'll swing by if I have the time." She was acting different, it was plain as day to me.
"Quinn." I said, stopping her before she left.
"Hm?"
"These friends, they're good guys right?" Quinn smiled, like she was trying quell me of all my worries, but it wasn't that easy. After what happened the first time at Fangtasia I was worried about how much she could control herself. It wasn't like I was her mom, and we were only just becoming friends, I had to power over her. But I didn't want her going out and hurting anyone, but I also couldn't stop her.
"No vampires are completely good, but these guys are alright." Quinn hadn't had any Tru Blood tonight, she must have been starving, why would she go out without having some first? She left before I could ask, so I held my tongue, maybe she'd come by Sam's later and we'd be able to talk about it.
I got into my car and drove to Sam's. I was right about it being busy, the bar stools were filled, and Kurt was running around in the back kitchen, I could see Kitty walking around, waiting tables, and chatting with a few of her friends. Tonight was going to be crazy. "Hey Rachel, thank God you're here, we've got four groups that just walked in and Kitty can only take one of them." I rushed over to the other side of the bar and grabbed my apron.
"Wait, where's Santana?" I asked as was searching for my notepad.
"Down at the police station." Sam said nonchalantly.
"What do you mean? Oh God, what did Santana do this time?" I asked him, hoping whatever it was it wasn't that bad. Last two times I had to bail her out, both for fighting, she was basically family, and it's not like her real family ever stuck around much. I felt like I had to look out for her, and I wanted to, but I couldn't afford an expensive bond.
"No, Santana's down there to get your brother out, Dave picked him up last night or something. Didn't you hear?" What the hell was Sam talking about?
Serves Blaine right, always running with the wrong people, maybe they're finally gonna put him in prison for awhile.
"Blaine got arrested?" I said nervously. "I have to get down to the station."
"Wait, I need you here." Sam protested. "Plus Santana said she'd get him out, you should trust her on this." I trusted Santana about everything, which could be dumb on my part at times, but right now wasn't one of them. Santana knew what she was doing, and she'd get Blaine out.
"Okay." I said before giving Sam a small smile. "I'll stay." I walked over to the table where Mike was sitting alone. "Hi Mike." His facial expression changed immediately.
"I heard about Blaine, is he alright?" Mike asked with sincerity in his voice.
"I have no clue." I said. "Santana's going to take care of it though, can I get you something?"
"A bacon burger." I wrote down his order and just as I was turning to leave Mike grabbed onto my wrist. "So are the rumors true?" My face must have said what rumors for me because Mike continued. "About the vampire, the one hanging around your house."
"I didn't realize there were rumors." I replied.
"It's not a big deal we just want to make sure you're safe, that's all." I believed Mike because he was one of the real and true good guys around here. "And I've got to be honest, I'm just as curious about vampires as the next guy."
"She's so different." I told him. "You'd like her, I think."
"Maybe you can introduce me to your vampire friend sometime." Mike suggested with a smile.
"Maybe."
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Santana walked into the station like she owned the place, sometimes she wished she did. She'd fix up everything in this town if she had the chance.
"Hi Ms. Lopez, how can I help you?" The receptionist said with a cheerful smile.
"I'm here to see Blaine, he can have visitors right?" The receptionist nodded, and pointed back towards the interrogation rooms. Santana walked towards them, she could here Dave yelling before she saw him, and when she looked in and saw Blaine handcuffed to his chair looking like he was going to piss his pants she almost laughed. Santana didn't even knock, she just walked inside. "Can I talk to Blaine?"
"Not unless you're his attorney." Dave said.
"Fine I'm his attorney, now get the hell out of here." Dave got up and Santana took his seat across from Blaine. Dave muttered something about grabbing a cup of coffee, which Santana ignored, and once he left things got serious. "What the hell is going on here?"
"They think I killed Sugar and Terri, San you gotta get me out of here." Blaine pleaded.
"Dave doesn't have shit, just let it roll over he can only keep you for two days." Santana reminded Blaine, who as a repeat offender should know a few things about the law. "Why do you still look like you're gonna cry?"
"Dave didn't pat me down when he brought me in but he'll check now that he thinks this might be serious. I sort of have something I'm not really supposed to have on me." Blaine confessed.
"What the hell are you rambling on about?" Santana yelled at Blaine.
"In my pocket." Blaine shouted, nodding to his left front pocket, with his hands tied in front of him, he couldn't comfortably reach into his pockets so Santana did it for him. When she grabbed what was inside, a vial of a red substance was inside.
"What is this?" Santana questioned.
"V, you know vampire blood. Jesus fuck if I'm caught with this shit then I'm screwed." Blaine was panicking and Santana had no idea what to do. And frankly she hardly even knew exactly what vampire blood did to people. It was just rumors that she heard, things about humans selling vampire blood like it was cocaine or something.
"So I'll get rid of it." Santana offered.
"No, they'll check you as you leave to make sure you didn't take anything from me." Blaine said before smirking. "I'll drink it." Blaine said.
"Is that safe?" Santana asked curiously, examining the vial in the light.
"Who cares, if they pin two murders on me, then I don't give a fuck about them thinking I'm high. Go on give it to me." Blaine said. Santana opened the vial and dumped the liquid in Blaine's mouth. The vial was wiped clean of prints and tossed in the trashcan, Santana was nervous about the effects, but Blaine didn't seem worried at all.
Instead he seemed like he was in a different world. "Alright, I've got to get out of here before Dave starts listening in." Santana blurted out before rushing out of the door, she needed to speak to Dave right now. "Hey big man, a word please." Dave approached Santana, while a guard took Blaine from the restroom back to the interrogation room.
"What do you need Lopez?" Dave asked gruffly.
"I need you to let Blaine go." Santana said like it was the most simple thing in the world. "You've got nothing, sure Blaine was with Sugar for like three seconds, but then he and I were hanging out."
"Doing what?" Dave asked.
"Baking a cake, I don't have to tell you shit about it, except that he was with me." Santana informed Dave. "And besides, any good cop would know that Blaine isn't capable of murder. Dude's weak as hell, and he's too stupid to commit murder anyhow."
"I don't really have much to go on." Dave confessed.
"I know, which is why you're gonna uncuff Blaine and let him go with me." Santana patted Dave's shoulder and took his keys off his belt buckle. "Thanks champ." It took Santana all of thirty seconds to uncuff Blaine, make fun of Dave for good measure and leave the police station. Once they were in Santana car, Blaine spoke again.
"Is this heaven?" Blaine asked completely in a daze.
"Jesus, you look like hell. I knew you shouldn't have drank all that." Santana said as she waved her hand in front of Blaine's face. He was basically unresponsive. "Maybe you should go get some rest."
"No! I wanna go to Sam's!" Blaine screamed so loudly that Santana was forced to smack him across his face just to get him to shut up.
"For fuck's sake, if you don't keep your voice down then so help me." Blaine rolled down the window and hung his head out like a puppy. "This is gonna be a long night."
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I had 7 tables right now, it wasn't awful, but with helping Kurt in the back and helping Sam behind the bar I was getting exhausted. When I looked up and saw Santana walking in, I could've kissed her I was so happy. "The Queen hath arrived." She said before pushing both Sam and I out from behind the bar.
"Where's Blaine?" I asked her.
"Detoxing in my car, he'll be in when he's ready." I didn't exactly ask for an explanation, I didn't really need one, just the fact that Blaine was safe and free was enough for me. "Hello ladies." Santana said already on her mission to woo the three young women who each had sloppily made martinis courtesy of me. "You guys look like you could use something a little different. I've got all kinds of stuff for you three. Ever heard of a Screaming Orgasm?" Santana questioned.
"You wanna show me?" One of the girls husked as she leaned forward, revealing enough of her cleavage to cause Santana to pause for a brief second.
"Maybe later baby, but for now, you're gonna get some vodka, Bailey's Irish cream and some Kahlua." Santana mixed the drink for the three girls and served them, she may be off her rocker sometimes but she was a damn good bartender.
"Uh-oh, Sam said, here comes trouble." I spun around and Quinn was walking in with two others. I assumed they were vampires, one a thin guy with dreadlocks , and the other was a thin brunette woman with terrifyingly purple eyes.
"Can I get you guys something?" I asked politely. Quinn looked totally uncomfortable, and I assumed it was because she was craving a Tru Blood but she didn't want to ask for it.
"Two Tru Bloods please." So the woman knew that Quinn wouldn't drink anything not out in the open, how did she know Quinn so well? Santana went ahead and got the Tru Bloods for the man and the woman on either side of Quinn.
"Anything for you?" I asked Quinn. Her eyes were downcast, focused on my wrist, the exact spot that she'd healed me yesterday. She reached out and touched my wrist, running her finger up and down my vein. "Follow me." I whispered in her ear. I grabbed her hand and ushered her back to Sam's office, where he kept the overstock. I managed to finger the Tru Blood underneath everything, and I put it in the microwave for her. "What's wrong? Are your friends making you nervous?"
"They don't usually come to places like this, I'm nervous about what they might do." She said hungrily waiting for her Tru Blood to finish heating up. "I don't know, it was all strange, I didn't understand why they wanted to meet up in the first place. I guess they're looking into those murders too."
"Why?" I questioned. The microwave beeped and Quinn flashed over, opened the door, grabbed her Tru Blood and downed it in a matter of seconds. Once she was finished she tossed it in the recycling bin.
"Because we've got a lot more to lose in this than anybody."
"But why do you seem so nervous around them?" I asked her, hoping and expecting a truthful answer. I wasn't trying to trick her, I just wanted to understand her better.
"Because they aren't mainstreamers and they always give me shit about it. When they come over to my place they bring their human friends, the ones they use to feed off of and it's damn tempting." I guess I didn't fully understand the struggle of mainstreaming, but it almost seemed like abstaining from sex, drugs, and alcohol throughout your life while everyone around you indulged in it, it must be nearly impossible. "We shouldn't have come here."
"Who are they? Where'd you meet them?" I asked Quinn.
"The man's Joe, we met a couple of years ago, we were trouble, stealing blood from the Red Cross, getting girls drunk so we could…" Quinn had shame written all over her face. "The woman, her name is Teague, she's kind of…scary. I don't know, she's very strict about certain things, and she's so specific about the humans she feeds off of, it's weird. She like asks them about their diets and stuff."
"What were you like back when you were first made?" I asked eagerly.
"The same."
"You're an awful liar." I told her. "You're also so pretty." I could tell she was battling between a smile and a frown.
"I'm dead." She said coldly, I could practically feel the disdain in the air. "So you really don't know what you are?" There was more intensity behind that question than before.
"I'm Rachel." It was the only answer I had.
"I've never met someone so…irresistible." She looked over my shoulder at the door behind me, like she was thinking about leaving right now. "I think maybe my friends and I should go, tonight feels different."
"Well they haven't started any trouble yet so-." Just then I heard a glass shatter on the ground and then shouting. I guess I spoke to soon. Quinn zipped past me and made it out to the bar before I did, but when I saw what was going on I wish I would've been quicker.
Quinn was standing in between Teague and Blaine, and Santana was holding up a bat, like she was 100% ready to hit someone with it. "I can smell it on that meatbag." Teague shouted pointing at Blaine. I could safely say that I had no clue what was going on.
"Whoa hold on what are you talking about?" Santana questioned.
"Blood, your brother is using vampire blood." Quinn snapped, looking straight at me. "If I catch you using that stuff again…" Quinn growled at Blaine like some kind of animal, her fangs bolding standing out. It was the second time she'd scared me, I was becoming more and more uncertain about getting to know her. There was so much there, so many things that I didn't exactly understand.
"Let's go." Teague said, but not before eyeing me as she walked out. Quinn and Joe were gone a second later.
"Your girlfriend left without saying goodbye." Santana said as she rolled the bat between her hands.
"She's pissed." I said before angrily turning towards Blaine. "What did she mean you were using vampire blood?"
"Hm did you hear that Sam, Rachel and the pretty blonde are dating." I decided to just ignore Santana for the time being, Blaine was the real issue right now.
"It was an accident." If Blaine thought he was going to get away with that b.s. excuse then he had another thing coming. "And I can't believe you know that fanger."
"Dude you can't use V and pretend like you're above it all, crash land dumb ass, you're drinking their blood that make you a reverse vampire an eripmav if you will." Only Kurt laughed from the back, seemingly getting a kick from the whole thing. The rest of us just looked at Santana like she was crazy.
"Blaine, I can't believe you, you're gonna apologize to Quinn later." I assured him. "But until then, I need to go find her myself, so that I can try and save a friendship. I'll see you all tomorrow." I took off my apron and tossed it to Sam, he's be able to handle things especially since Santana was there. Blaine could hold his own for the night, and that was the end of my worry list.
I held my head high and left, hoping that I'd be able to find Quinn, and soon.
I was walking out of Sam's when I heard the first noise, it sounded like nothing, a few pieces of gravel moving and shuffling of feet. It could have been anything, or anyone, so I paid it no attention. The second time I heard the noises I turned around and the only thing I saw was bright lights, no headlights point straight at me.
I shielded my eyes and tried to get a better look, it was a truck, which would've been normal except I could see the man driving it. He had a distinguishable face, that or I just recognized him from being throw thirty feet in the woods by Quinn. It wasn't like it was something I was going to forget, ever.
The truck stopped just as I was about to reach my car, I could practically smell the trouble as the couple got out. Neither one of them had healed, and I had no idea what to say as they continued to walk towards me.
The issue wasn't that, it was the fact that they didn't look like they wanted to talk, they looked like they wanted to hurt me. And from the look of the crowbar in the woman's hand, they were going to do just that.
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Quinn hated this, she hated being around when Teague and Joe were all over their humans. Those people were like pets, they've probably been glamoured a million times, well Joe's girl at least. Teague's little girl toy was apparently a willing participant in all of this. "I'm going upstairs." Quinn said as she started moving towards her room. She'd have to figure out a way to cover up the windows in the master bedroom so that she could actually sleep up here at some point in the future.
"Hey." Teague said grabbing onto Quinn's shoulder. "Chrissy wants you to taste her, she says that she's been watching you for awhile, and she wants to know how you feel."
"I'm mainstreaming and you know that, why do you always have to tempt me?" Quinn asked.
"Mainstreaming is a joke Quinn, no one can do it. You're proving it to yourself, deep down you only want to get close to that waitress so you can taste her, and boy does she smell amazing." Teague should've become a politician, Quinn thought, she was so full of shit. "Look at you Quinn, how have you remained so innocent? You're a paradox." Teague kissed Quinn's forehead and smiled. Chrissy, Teague's girl, came into the room Quinn took a step back like she was going to leave, but then Teague sunk her teeth into Chrissys neck, and Quinn couldn't walk away. The smell of her blood became overpowering, to the point where Quinn found herself moving towards Chrissy. A part of her just wanted a taste just to see why Teague kept her around for so long.
"Go ahead, I don't bite." Chrissy said biting her lip and exposing her neck to Quinn.
"No, um I don't-." Quinn started but never finished, she felt something, just a small feeling, one she couldn't ignore. It was Rachel; she had to make sure she was okay.
"What's wrong?" Teague yelled after me, I could barely hear her; I was already running towards Sam's.
For those of you asking, I am not making Quinn like Bill is on the show because, frankly, he's an asshole. I'm also not following the show exactly, like the species of the characters might change from what you think they'll be, but there will be plot overlap. Review please.