I know there are a few people who get confused about the change of POVs so I'll just explain it. The story is written in first person and 3rd person, Rachel is in first person. If it's still confusing after this chapter then I will just make the whole story 3rd person, if that helps.
Quinn moved fast, through the woods, down the street, back to Sam's bar. The feeling was overpowering, but it only got worse as she ran towards the bar. It wasn't until she heard the screams that she realized what was going on. Someone was hurting Rachel, and someone was going to pay.
Quinn saw them before they saw her; she could see Rachel lying on the ground under the woman. It took half a second at most for Quinn to throw the woman across the parking lot. The man looked up at Quinn, a look of horror in his eyes, this was the second time she's seen him, these were the people who tried to drain her.
Quinn should've killed him when she had the chance.
Quinn wrapped her hand around the man's throat, squeezing until she felt his bones cracking. Quinn tossed him aside and rushed over to Rachel's side. Lifting her off the ground and barging into Sam's. She bypassed all the curious costumers and went in the back, she could hear footsteps coming into the office behind her, but Quinn didn't have time to care.
Rachel's face was battered, cuts and bruises from what those people had done to her. Quinn was pissed, she wanted to go back outside and kill them, but she had to focus on helping Rachel. Healing her. "Jesus, what happened to her?" Sam yelled, he rushed over and lifted up Rachel's head, it wasn't long before Santana and Kurt came barging into the room too.
"Oh hell, what in the fuck is goin on here?" Kurt asked. Santana pulled out her phone and began dialing 911.
"Someone attacked her out in the parking lot." Quinn explained.
"Who? A vamp?" Santana snarled out. Quinn was really getting tired of Santana calling her kind out. It was insulting every single time. "Well go the hell on, what'd you see?"
"Those people from earlier, the ones who tried to drain me. I guess they came back for revenge." Quinn bite her wrist and she was about to heal Rachel's wounds when Sam grabbed her wrist and stopped her.
"Get away from her!" Sam pushed her back; in his mind he was strong enough to fight her off. In his mind, he was protecting Rachel from Quinn. "Get the hell out of here!"
"I can heal her you moron." Quinn said grabbing the front of Sam's shirt. Quinn thought about hitting him, throwing him across the room maybe, but she realized that violence would only prove his point. It would prove that Quinn was someone to fear, so she let him go. "You're right, I'll just wait for the paramedics…but I'm not leaving." Quinn crossed her arms over her chest, waiting was painful, but when Rachel opened her eyes a few seconds later Quinn was happy she stayed.
"Q-Quinn?" Rachel whispered.
"Yeah, hey I uh…I'm right here. Are you okay?" Quinn asked Rachel. "I mean those people, they really did a number on you. Is it just your face? Did they hurt you anywhere else?"
"My side is killing me." Rachel groaned. Rachel lifted her shirt up to look, the bruises were a dark purple color, Quinn could see what was going on.
"She's bleeding internally." Quinn said loud enough for everyone to hear.
"I called the ambulance, but you know how they can be slow as shit, your pet wants to heal you." Santana said waving her phone around.
"So do it." Rachel demanded. "Quinn, I want you to heal me."
"Okay, but it's a big deal, it's serious. If I heal you then our connection will grow stronger. I'll be able to feel when you're in danger, when you're happy, when you're sad, everything." Quinn explained.
"Okay ew and may I add vomit." Kurt muttered.
"Do it." Rachel urged. Quinn didn't hesitate, she pricked her wrist and held it to Rachel's mouth. Rachel began drinking, like it was second nature, Quinn didn't let her drink too much, she didn't want her to become rabid. She'd seen people when they were high on V and it was not pretty. "That was not what I was expecting." Rachel breathed out sitting up before standing to her feet.
"What the hell was that? Magic?" Sam questioned standing there with wide eyes.
"What…no, it's just a thing that I do. No use explaining I guess." Quinn said. "Look I'm really sorry about tonight, I shouldn't have left, I should've stayed."
"Oh valiant one, would you two shut the hell up? Look we need to get our asses back out there because Kitty couldn't hold down the fort if we gave her nuclear weapons and full access to the U.S. Army. Ciao and thanks your undead-ness."
"You're welcome." Quinn said reluctantly.
"Can we go back to my house? I'm exhausted." Rachel said as she grabbed on to Quinn's hand. "And I kinda want a midnight snack."
"Yeah of course." Quinn said. They began walking towards the door and just as they were walking out of the room, the paramedics barged in. Rachel and Quinn stepped past them, but Santana had a few words to say.
"Um the fuck paramedic bros, what's your deal? We call and you show up eons later? Shit you know you took a long ass time because I just used the word eon." Santana complained. "Oh and also ya'll bitches better fix your shit, because if my ass gets hurt then you'd better show up on time."
"You two better listen to her." Kurt told them.
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I couldn't believe how easy it was, how easily she'd healed me, how quickly she came to my rescue. According to Sam two cars were wreaked in the parking lot last night, one of them happened to be Kurt's car and apparently, he was more than a little upset. Quinn felt bad about it all, I could tell, but when she went to sleep early today, she seemed to be content that I was all right.
Blaine came into the kitchen, wearing his work clothes, tattered jeans, run down t-shirt, and John Deere hat. "Hey baby sis, what's the word?" Blaine asked with a smile. I figured no one informed him about the attack last night, and I was certainly okay with keeping it that way. He'd go overboard and find some way of blaming Quinn. I wasn't naïve to the vampire hate he'd been spewing around.
"Nada, what's with you? Come home for a dinner break?" I asked him.
"Just a snack, I'm meeting with some of the guys for a couple of beers. You wanna join?" He asked hopefully.
"As much as I love some good ol fashioned country boy fun…I don't, sorry. Plus I have plans tonight." I explained to Blaine. He grabbed a leftover sandwich out of the refrigerator and sat down at the table in front of me.
"Plans? It better not be with that vampire freak-."
"She is not a freak, Blaine stop being so narrow minded. She's really nice; you just need to get to know her." I assured him. "All those times that you dated those trashy girls, I never said one word against them, so you should do the same here."
"You're dating a fucking vampire?!"
"No, but if I was, I'd want to know that you have my back." I told him. I heard the cellar door open and I walked over to greet Quinn. "Hi." I said giving her a warm smile. She looked over my shoulder and rested her hands on my shoulders.
"Is everything okay?" She asked.
"Oh yeah, everything's okay, my brother is just being an ass." I explained. "Wanna go out tonight?"
"Sure if you want." Quinn said giving me that little half smile, that's really grown on me.
"You aren't taking my sister out!" Blaine snapped.
"Relax macho man, I have work, I just wanted to take Quinn to Sam's." I told Blaine, not that it was any of his business. I grabbed my apron and my nametag and then Quinn's hand. "Let's go." I said.
"Sure." As we walked past Blaine Quinn stopped. "Bye Blaine." She said even though he rolled his eyes in response, he'd get used to her sooner or later, I hoped. Out of nowhere, Quinn's friend Teague from last night showed up.
"Quinn we need to talk." I stood there with my keys in my hand looking between them. "Could you maybe tell your dinner to go somewhere else, this is important." I got into the driver's seat, annoyed and most certainly pissed at Quinn's friend. Quinn got into the car a second later.
"Sorry about her." Quinn said. I was about to back the car up when Teague got into the backseat, I figured this wasn't worth being late for work so I drove, without any regard to what Teague wanted. "What is it?"
"You ever heard of The Fellowship of the Sun?" Teague asked.
"Sounds like a children's daycare or something." Quinn said.
"I don't know if you're aware of this, but there are small pocket organizations sprouting up all over the country trying to kill vampires. The Fellowship of the Sun is located in Texas, and I saw some of them recruiting people in Bon Temps." This did not sound good. Was this fellowship some sort of religious organization? I didn't understand.
"So what? What are we gonna do about it? So some humans are upset, it's not like they're out of line." Quinn said.
"It's like a fucking militia group Quinn, if you think that's not a problem then you're an idiot. They'll come after you, they're not exactly gonna ask you how many people you killed before they shoot you with a wooden bullet." The thought of someone killing Quinn frightened me, especially if things were completely out of our control.
"So why are you bringing this up?" Quinn asked.
"Because I think we should do something about it." Teague said poking her head between our seats and looking at Quinn.
"Like what?" Quinn questioned.
"Kill them." I pulled over the car and unlocked the doors.
"I'm not going to let you talk about murdering humans when I'm right here, so how about you get out of my car." Teague groaned and left, speeding off before I could say anything else. "What a bitch." I mumbled before putting the car in drive.
"Hey um…you don't think that I would do any of those things she was talking about, do you? Because I wouldn't, since vampires came out of the coffin there were bound to be some groups against us. I'm not too worried about it." Quinn assured me.
"Well maybe you should just make sure you hang around with someone else when you're out. Even if it's that Teague person, I want to make sure that you're safe."
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Quinn sat at the bar, as much as she sometimes thought Santana was crazy, she also enjoyed her rants most of the time. She was funny and not afraid to speak her mind, that's why Quinn enjoyed her company so much. "So what are your intentions Blondie? Cause I gotta be honest, you've got some serious competition." Quinn's interested peaked.
"Competition? With who?" Quinn questioned.
"It's with whom you uneducated punk." Santana ridiculed.
"Fine…with whom?" Quinn asked.
"Sam Evans, he's been all over Rachel since like the 3rd grade. Which means you've got a lot to catch up on." Santana told Quinn. "But seriously one time in high school Rachel dated a captain of a chess team, so you're at least slightly more cool than he was, so you've got a pretty good chance."
"So she's only dated boys in the past?" Quinn asked.
"Yep, so you've really got to work for her. It helped that you healed her yesterday." Santana finished cleaning a cup and gave Quinn a genuine smile. "Thanks for that by the way, even though it was weird and gross, you helped my friend so that's kinda a big deal." Quinn smiled as Rachel came over and rested her hand on Quinn's leg.
"Hi, are you having fun? I mean even though you're like sitting around. I know watching me work can be boring." Rachel said shyly.
"Actually I kind of like watching you work." Quinn said, watching as Rachel walked back into the kitchen where Kurt worked. Quinn's fangs popped out which Santana noticed right away.
"What the hell is that? You hungry or something?" Quinn covered her mouth, the last thing she wanted to do was explain why that had happened.
"Um yeah I just…" Quinn stood up and walked towards the back bathrooms in a decent attempt to get away from Santana. When Rachel returned to the bar, Santana gave her a tap on the shoulder.
"Your vamp girl when to the bathroom, do her fangs normally just pop out randomly?" Santana asked curiously.
"No, only when she's angry or…never mind." The door opened and in came someone no one had seen before. Santana assumed the blonde girl was just passing through, the way she was dressed didn't exactly scream deep south. The blonde walked over and sat down on a stool, taking off her leather jacket and setting it down on the ground below her. Rachel and Santana were curious about the stranger, Santana more so than Rachel this time.
"Hi, sweetheart I haven't seen you around here." Santana said pouring the girl a drink and handing it to her. The blonde took the shot glass and downed it like it was nothing. "Whoa there baby looks like you're no stranger to a bar."
"Santana keep it in your pants." Rachel teased.
"No thanks, this girl looks like she knows how to party." Santana said. "What's your name?"
"Brittany, and you?" Santana grabbed Brittany's hand and kissed it.
"I'm Santana, but that's not important, I wish that I wasn't even working tonight cause you and I we could have some fun at my place." Rachel rolled her eyes and waved as Quinn walked back over. "Wait you aren't a vampire right? Cause as much as I love women, I don't exactly want someone's cold ass fingers all over me…or inside me for that matter."
"You are so insensitive." Rachel said. Quinn and Brittany sized one another up for a moment before Quinn held out her hand.
"I'm Quinn." She said, Brittany shook her hand firmly.
"Brittany, and as for your question, no I'm not a vampire." Brittany said. "Actually I've never meet a vampire."
"You just did." Quinn said with a smirk. Rachel was about to walk over and greet Dave when he came into the room, but he had two other cops behind him and they looked serious.
"Dave and other low budget cops, can I get you guys a drink?" Santana said with a hint of sincerity in her voice. "It's on the house."
"We're not here for a drink; we're here to ask a few questions." Dave whistled loudly getting the attention of everyone in the bar. "Alright here's how things are gonna work, all vampires in this establishment are gonna come with us." Quinn didn't move, in fact Rachel stood in front of her, hoping Dave would just go away.
"Dave." Sam said moving out from behind the bar. "Please, I have a business to run, and I don't need my customers freaking out about vampires. Why do you need to take them in?" Sam questioned. Dave walked over by the bar and leaned against it.
"Because there's a lot of pressure coming from the captain, we don't get homicides around here and then suddenly one after another. I suspect vampires, and if I can talk to them then I can clear their name." Dave explained.
"So then why can't you just have a conversation with them? Why do you have to bring them to the station?" Rachel asked.
"Because I don't want one of those fuckers ripping off my face. We've got silver handcuffs." Dave told them.
"Fine, I'll go with you." Quinn said. She stood up and Dave took a step back.
"Quinn you don't have to go." Rachel started. "Seriously, we know it wasn't you-."
"Oh and how do you know that?" Dave questioned.
"Because she was with me the night that Sugar was killed, all night, and plus Quinn's not a bad person you should be checking out actual bad guys, not persecuting all vampires." Rachel grabbed Quinn's hand and pulled her back behind her.
"Fine, we believe you, but you ladies better watch your backs, there is a killer on the loose and whoever it is, they aren't gonna stop any time soon."
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Santana walked side by side with Quinn, they were checking outside, it was Santana's idea actually. She wanted to catch the person who was responsible for the murders just as much as the police did. It was sort of her thing, her father was murdered, and when she was 14 her cousin tried to assault her and in desperation she stabbed him. It was just something in her blood, murder was personal.
Quinn didn't mind tagging along, Rachel was still inside working and Quinn felt like Sam was giving her the evil eye the whole time. It probably had to do with what Rachel said, she'd guessed that he was jealous. "So should I back off Rachel? That Sam guy hates me and I don't want to ruin any of Rachel's relationships…I can already see that starting to happen with her brother."
"Hey look, no worries. I'm Rachel's friend…best friend, and if you want to be more than friends with her then you don't have to walk on eggshells around her. You're a good person thingy so just go for it." Santana advised. "Plus I'm trying to get me some of that Brittany action, which means I don't have time to be babysitting anyone."
"Rachel's just…irresistible, and I don't know if I can trust myself around her. That's the true issue." Quinn explained.
"That's the sappiest fucking thing I've ever heard." Santana laughed and nudged Quinn.
"I have a question for you." Quinn grabbed Santana's arm tightly. "What are you?"
"Okay weirdo, are you drunk on insanity. I'm human…unlike you." Santana shoved Quinn away and went back into Sam's bar.
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I was happy that work was finally over, it was a long night, only a couple of hours but at least I still had at least two more hours with Quinn. Once we'd made it back to my house Quinn's silence had finally gotten to me. "Okay, what's the problem?" I asked her. She was sitting on the couch looking down at her feet like a sick puppy.
"What? Oh…nothing, just long day. The cop thing kind of scared me." She said with a frown.
"Yeah, but you were about to go with them, what was with that? The noble action thing is overrated I promise." I scooted close to her and pushed her hair back behind her ear.
"I wanted to clear my name, I just want this all to go away, this is a nice quiet town, or at least it was supposed to be. This thing with the murders, it worries me." She confessed.
"And The Fellowship of the Sun, right? That scares you too?" I asked her.
"Yeah, Teague never gets scared about anything, so I know this is serious. I want to figure out what they're doing, but I don't know how, killing is out of the question though." Quinn assured me.
"What about kissing?" I blurted out.
"Kissing?" She questioned, turning to look at me.
"I mean…I want to kiss you." I told her. "So I'm gonna…" I leaned close to her, I was about to pull her in for a kiss, when she grabbed me instead, pressing our lips together. There was no heat, but there was a spark. I wanted more of her, I'd never felt this way about anyone. I never knew that anyone's lips could be so sweet and soft, and her grip on my waist so demanding. Quinn pulled back fast, her eyes dark, her fangs out, I'd never been so turned on in my life.
"We really shouldn't be doing this." She said breathing at least 10 times harder than she had been before.
"Why not? I want this, I want you." I told her.
"I want you too. A lot…too much." Quinn's hands were still holding my waist, it was obvious that she wanted me.
"Can we try something?" I asked her. I pushed my hair back and over my right shoulder. "I want you to bite me." Quinn's eyes widened.
"No, you don't want that. You're just saying that." Quinn told me.
"I'm not. I'm serious, I just want to see what it feels like. If you don't do it then I'll go down to Fangtasia and get someone else to do it." That of course was a bluff, but Quinn didn't have to know that.
"Do you have anything silver?" Quinn asked me. I reached into the drawer next to the couch and pulled out an old bracelet that I used to wear when I was in high school. I held it up and showed Quinn. "That'll do."
"What do you want me to do with it?" I asked her.
"It's so that you can stop me. If I hurt you, then touch me with that." Quinn told me. "Are you sure about this?"
"Yeah." I promised her. She touched my neck, gently running her fingers over a vein before leaning forward and kissing me. "Just do it before I lose my guts." She ran her tongue up from my collar bone to my jawline before I felt a small prick against my neck. I jumped against her touch, it didn't hurt but it startled me.
"You okay?" She asked. "I mean I didn't even…"
"Sorry, I just…go for it." And she did. The feeling was unexplainable, a mix of pain and pleasure shot through my body. I didn't know it would feel like this, like I was giving my everything to her, like I was offering up myself so completely. It was intimate, now I understood why people went to places like Fangtasia to get their fix, it all made sense to me now.
I held the bracelet tightly in my hands, gripping it till the last minute, before I pressed it to Quinn's neck, pushing her away. She jumped back off the couch, standing there staring at me like she was seeing me for the first time. "What?" I asked her curiously.
"I have never tasted anything…anyone…so…" Quinn rushed into the kitchen, coming out a second later with a pack of cookies and a glass of orange juice. "Here, I got you something, the last thing I want is for you to faint or something."
"You're so sweet." I said as I bit into a cookie. "So what's the verdict?"
"Hm?"
"How did I taste?" I asked.
"Um this sounds really…stupid, but your blood it's like heaven." Quinn's cheer was contagious, I was happy that she was happy "Are you okay? You fainting isn't really on my wish list." I laughed and pulled her down onto the couch next to me. She glanced at my neck.
"Admiring your artwork?" I joked.
"Do you want me to heal you?" Quinn asked.
"No, I kinda like it." I ran my fingers over the bite marks and smiled. "I really like you, you're the sweetest vampire I've ever known."
"I'm the only vampire you've ever known." Quinn crossed her legs Indian style. The front door opened and I turned around just in time to see Blaine walk into the room.
"Hey baby sis and…what the hell did you do?!" Blaine's eyes were trained on my neck and he did not look happy. "Fuckin vampire I'm gonna kill you!" I didn't know where it came from, I didn't even know Blaine had a gun but when he pulled it out and pointed it at Quinn I was terrified.
"Blaine don't!" It was too late, he'd already pulled the trigger, blood splattered everywhere, and Quinn fell to the floor.
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