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"Blaine! What the hell is your-." I thought about screaming, or hitting him, or maybe calling the police, but before I could even finish my sentence Quinn had raced over and tossed Blaine's gun aside, grabbing on to the front of his shirt and lifting him in the air with one hand.
"Do you have a death wish? Because I might be able to help you out with that." Quinn was serious and it worried me, I knew there was nothing I could do physically, her strength was incredible and I was just a waitress. I was furious at Blaine for shooting Quinn, but Blaine was my brother, my idiot brother at that, and I couldn't let Quinn hurt him.
"Please, just let him down Quinn, I'll take care of him." Quinn did so and turned away from us, crossing her arms over her chest while I took Blaine's hand forcefully and pulled him into the kitchen.
"I've heard those fanger freaks have crazy hearing so you pulling us in here doesn't mean she can't hear us." Blaine said angrily. "And what the fuck? She attacked you, and you're trying to calm me down?"
"She didn't attack me." I assured him. "I wanted her to bite me, I asked, and you would've known that if you didn't go off your darn handle all the time. Quinn's a really nice girl, and I like her, and you shot her." Blaine had this grin on his face that I just wanted to wipe off more than anything.
"Yeah that was pretty badass huh?" Blaine said.
"You weren't even supposed to be home." I said.
"Yeah and imagine if I wasn't. You think you can trust that vamp out there but you know nothing about her. Jesus, I don't trust them, they're only after one thing and they'll do anything to get it." Blaine stormed off, I saw him flick off Quinn before he left, but Quinn didn't seem to care. Her eyes were glued to the blood splattered all over the wall.
"Quinn I'm so sorry." I told her quietly approaching.
"It's cool, I just feel awful about that." She pointed to the blood. "It's gonna be kinda hard to get out. And your brother, I know he's kind of hard headed, but…he's looking out for you, and he was right, it looks like I attacked you."
"But you didn't."
"And no one knows that. Maybe you should cover it up, if you don't want me to heal it. Especially if you're planning on being around Santana because she probably has wooden bullets and that wouldn't work out as well for me." Quinn grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs towards my bedroom.
"What are you doing?" I asked her. I was so curious about everything she did, I loved the way she could be so shy yet take over at any moment. With the way she man handled my brother, I wonder exactly what she would do to me if we ended up doing anything more than kissing.
"I just wanted to see your room." Quinn said with a shrug.
"Oh right, I forgot you've only seen the first floor and the cellar. But it's not like my room is that exciting." I told her as I sat down on my bed. "What was your room like?"
"When I was…younger?" Quinn ran her fingers through her hair before smiling, like I'd just opened up her memory and fondness came seeping out. "My room was kinda small but I had posters everywhere. My bed was this little tiny thing, my parents wouldn't get me something bigger even when I grew out of my old one. I had this sweet record player too, cherry finish and played like a dream. It was nothing special I always was kind of average."
"Until you became a vampire, right? That made you a little above average." I assure her.
"Just a little." Quinn said. "So this is stupid, and I'm going to sound like a dork but…I really want to kiss you again."
"So what's stopping you?" Quinn sat down next to me, and pushed a strand of hair behind my ear and smiled. "What?"
"What's stopping me is that if I kiss you right now, in here…on your bed, then…well yeah I think you get it." I figured that if Quinn was human she'd be blushing right now, but I could settle for a bashful smile. "And it's getting late…I should probably get in the cellar soon."
"Oh right I-." My doorbell began ringing. The loud banging on the door made us both jump up and run down the stairs. I flung open the door, I could say that I didn't know who I was expecting at 4 in the morning, but I certainly wasn't expecting Noah and Marley to be standing there. "Why can't normal things happen around here?" I said to myself.
"You want to let us in princess?" Marley asked.
"How about we just wait about an hour and let you two burn?" Quinn snarled. "Or maybe I could just kill you two myself."
"Just because you get to eat the yummiest treat in all of Louisiana doesn't mean you also get to be a bitch." Marley replied.
"Hey can we just stop with the sass, this is important. Damn important." Noah assured us. I still didn't trust either of them in the slightest. "Look are you ready for a fucking war because that's what's going to happen if you morons don't let us in."
"Calling us morons isn't exactly a way to persuade me to welcome you in." I thought about slamming the door in their faces but I was also slightly curious about why they were here. It couldn't be just to torment me, there was no way.
"Have you two heard of The Fellowship of the Sun?" Noah asked, Quinn and I exchanged looks before I took a step back.
"Come in." They both rushed in and while Marley started closing all of the blinds. "So what do you guys know? Have you heard things? Do you know what they're doing?"
"Well for starters they have my maker." Noah said.
"What?" Quinn asked. "How? Why?"
"If I knew that then you'd think I'd resort to speaking with you." Noah questioned.
"See there's the thing, why are you talking to us? I mean like you said or seem to think, Quinn is a baby vamp and I'm just a waitress." It's odd to think that my life suddenly became so complex as soon as I met Quinn.
"Not from what we heard. Rumor is that you can read minds." Marley said. "Which is would help us figure out what the hell those cult Nazis want."
"No, not a chance. We aren't putting Rachel in danger, she's not going to some place were there are so many unknown variables. And especially not to save your stupid maker." Quinn smirked and took a step closer to Noah. "Why don't you save him yourself?"
"Because I've been to their base, it's a couple of counties over and they've got at least fifty men there guarding the place it's not like we could just walk in there and kill them all. Plus they've got weapons, the wooden bullet kind. We need a human to infiltrate, and baby you're it."
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Santana carried the two boxes from her car towards Sam's bar. She was about to push open the door when someone tapped her on the shoulder. Santana turned around and was met with the smiling face of Brittany. "Oh hi." Santana said with a smile. "The bar isn't actually open, but if you're hungry I'm not a terrible cook."
"I'm starving." Brittany said. "Here, let me take those in for you." Brittany took the boxes out of Santana hands walking inside first with Santana close behind. As soon as they walked past one another they glanced at each other, there was something there, neither of them were really sure about what, but they knew it was something.
"So Sam, the owner, isn't here. I've got a key so for the next few hours I own the place." Santana bit her bottom lip and checked out the blonde in front of her. "So where are you from? No way you're from around here." Brittany set the boxes down on the bar.
"I'm from everywhere basically, I've moved around so much I'm not even sure where I'd call home." Brittany sat down on a stool and looked at Santana with a smile.
"So you are a nomad?"
"Some would say. And you?" Brittany asked.
"I've been calling Bon Temps my home since I was a youngin, sorta a nothing gained nothing lost kind of deal. This place is kind of boring though, don't know how you ended up here." Santana grabbed a bottle of vodka and sat down at the bar next to Brittany.
"Yeah but you aren't boring." Brittany said reaching over and grabbing Santana's hand. "Is this too forward?"
"Is what to-?" Brittany leaned over and kissed Santana gently, it was quick, but sweet. Santana tasted the fruity lip gloss as an after taste, opening her eyes up to look at Brittany. She was dumbstruck, no one had ever been that forward with her. She was usually sitting in the other seat kissing the shy or curious girls. She was the player; she'd never been charmed into a kiss like that. "Damn, that's my move."
"Sorry, maybe you could do that next time." Brittany's confidence was unwavering and Santana had never met a girl like her. "If I give you the chance."
"I gotta say you are my kind of woman, fucking sexy as hell." Santana ran her eyes over Brittany's body, stopping just at her chest. "My place isn't too far away from here, wanna take a drive?"
"Are you trying to get a nooner in with someone you just met?" Brittany asked with a smile.
"Hell yeah, how I see it you would give me the ride of my life. And I work most nights, it's feelin like a win win situation." Santana stood up and so did Brittany, it was just a matter of who would make the first move. Santana pushed Brittany against the bar, feeling a sense of overwhelming power as she did so. It'd become evident over the past few minutes that there was something special about Brittany, and Santana was curious about every little detail, but right now she just wanted to get in the girl's pants. She was a horn dog, what could she say? "Or I could give you a ride if want."
"You're too cocky for your own good. It's gonna get you in trouble one day." Brittany said playfully.
"Maybe some day it will, but today is not that day." Santana was going to kiss her, that was until Kurt barged through the front door screaming about hiding before running into the kitchen. "Um…wait here." Santana rushed into the kitchen looking for Kurt so she could first of all, yell at him for ruining her moment, and secondly ask him what the hell was wrong with him.
"Didn't you hear me? I said fucking hide!" Kurt tried to run into the pantry but Santana grabbed him by his pants and yanked him back.
"I'm gonna need some kind of explanation for your insanity. Because I was about to bang the shit out of that girl out there until your sissy ass came running in here." Santana scoffed. "Explain before I knock your teeth out."
"Some costumers are a little upset." Kurt said with a shrug.
"Customers? What customers? Are you talking about those whackos that tried to kill Rachel? The same ones who did that whole draining thing?"
"No, other customers. My customers, you know my side business." Kurt looked out towards Brittany and waved, just to show her that nothing was wrong. Kurt hoped that if those two guys had followed him here that they'd see Brittany and forget all about why they were so upset. Apparently ripping people off was frowned upon down here.
"Aw shit. See I told you to stop fucking around with those folks. One of them was bound to get pissed and snap. You never listen to me, that's the problem." Santana looked towards the door again before grabbing Kurt's arm and pulling his away from the pantry. "Well it looks like you lost them, now get out of here. If you still need a place to crash try Rachel's, my place might be occupied." Santana and Kurt walked out of the kitchen and back towards the bar. Brittany grinned when she saw them mostly at Santana, but she was happy that whatever Kurt had freaked out about earlier seemed to have been resolved.
"Hey everything okay?" Brittany asked them.
"Sweet as pecan pie doll." Kurt said before walking over and admiring Brittany's face. "You are…stunning."
"Kurt you'd better back off before I hit you." Santana warned. "And besides homegirl knows she's sexy as hell, she looks in a mirror everyday, don't she?" For the first time since Santana had met her Brittany blushed a dark crimson.
"Hey Brittany wanna…get out of here?" Santana asked.
"Yeah totally." Brittany said with a grin.
"Kurt." Santana tossed him the keys. "You can lock up, I'm out of here." Just as Santana grabbed her hand and was about to leave Rachel burst through the front door. "Um drama queen much."
"Santana I need your help!" Rachel said before she'd even began walking towards them.
"Oh Jesus, come on you have the worst fucking timing. Please tell me your big issue is car trouble or something like that." Santana was hopeful but with the way Rachel's eyes had managed to be even bigger than they usually were, Santana began expecting the worst.
"Well this is sort of a weaponry sort of situation." Rachel said slowly. "Oh and also does the back of Sam's have a door big enough to fit oh…say a…coffin?"
…
"See this is why we shouldn't have gotten wrapped up in this vampire bullshit. In fact, they can keep their bullshit. And what the fuck is with this Fellowship of the Sun? They sound like a bunch of rednecks with too many bibles on their hands. Why is it that I have to give my time to them? Did I mention I was about to hook up with Brittany?" Santana questioned.
"Only about 30 times. Look Santana I know you're upset, and really if I knew where to find this stuff without your help then I would have but I don't." I needed Santana to understand, she was as much a part of this as I was. "I don't even know where to get a taser."
"Okay why the fuck are you getting a taser?" Santana asked me.
"Just in case. It's a precautionary measure." I explained. "Can we go now? They're probably getting restless."
"Alright let's go." Santana said as we got into the large coffin wielding vehicle. Santana and I managed to get in the back, where there was absolutely no light, while Tina drove. "Fucking vampires." Santana mumbled as she looked over at the coffins. Noah pushed open his coffin and popped his head out.
"What did you just say about vampires?" He asked angrily.
"I said fuck them, meaning fuck you too." Santana was never afraid to back down. Not to humans and not to vampires, her gusty attitude was her trademark. "And why are you guys in those things? It's pitch fucking black in here." Noah climbed out of the coffin just as Quinn was lifting hers up.
"It's just so we can get some rest." Quinn said as she climbed out completely.
"What happens if you don't get your beauty sleep? Your fangs don't pop out properly?" Santana joked.
"We actually bleed from our noses and ears, and if it persists then we'd die of blood loss. It's not a pretty sight." It would be horrible if that were to happen to Quinn, I thought to myself.
"Well fuck me sideways take that off my bucket list." Santana mumbled.
"Santana we're getting close to the place, do you know what we need to get?" I asked her, hoping she had the list memorized by now.
"I hate entrusting a human with this." Noah complained.
"Oh yeah I've got the list memorized. A few tasers and a giant bottle of fuck you Noah." Santana said with a smirk. "Quinn why do you hang out with these assholes? They're so not your style."
"Trust me when I say we're not friends." Quinn assured us. Marley got out of her coffin and sat down next to Noah.
"The feeling's mutual blondie." Marley said. "The only reason you're even here with us is because you decided to tag along, no one actually needs your help." It was dark but I could still see Quinn roll her eyes.
"Actually Blondie is a lot stronger than she looks." Noah said. "Looks like we're here, here's the cash." Santana snatched the money out of Noah's hand. We waited for them to get back in their coffins before getting out of the car. It took us a moment to adjust to the blistering heat before we walked into the gun store.
"So this is kinda fun. Even though those two vampires are assholes." Santana said as we walked through the doors. "We could've done this by ourselves you know? Seriously we could've just booked it out to the Fellowship of the Sun and fucked them up."
"I don't get it, do you like vampires or not?" I asked Santana.
"It's a love hate kind of thing. But you know me, I fucking hate discrimination, even if it is of the undead. No one gets to just go around trying to exterminate them." Santana said before grabbing two tasers.
"Can I help you two sexy ladies with something?" I glanced over and saw the guy behind the counter smiling at us. He had at least two silver teeth, and he looked like exactly the kind of hick that I hated. Dirty and intolerable.
"Yeah you can help me." Santana walked over towards the counter and I followed her closely. "You can…go fuck yourself." Santana and subtlety didn't coexist. I heard a few people walk in behind us, and I watched them closely for a second before they got to close for me to be discrete.
"Hey man you got some wooden bullets?" One of the guys asked. That was a red flag, and Santana and I knew it.
"What do you guys need wooden bullets for?" Santana asked out right.
"For vampires girl, don't you know nothin'?" The shop owner said with a grin. "And hell yeah I've got your stuff. Wooden bullets, wooden stakes, wooden crosses, anything you boys need."
"You know killing vampires isn't the smartest thing." Santana said.
"We're a part of the Fellowship of the Sun, heard of it? We're not killing anyone because they're already dead. We're doing God's Will protecting our race." I felt like vomiting, they didn't realize what they were truly doing.
"You guys have no idea what you're doing. You can't kill whenever you think it's convenient, you can't say it's God's Will when you have no right to do so. You're making a big mistake." I told them, but none of them seemed to want to listen.
"Yeah well next week when we make that powerful ass vampire, Everett, face the true death, it'll only be the beginning. I won't forget you, when we're stopping all those fangers, I'll remember that you want to protect them." Santana stepped in between us and stared the man down until he backed away. Santana and I paid for the tasers, Santana bought two guns, and a shotgun too, even though I protested the whole time. When we returned to the back of the vehicle everyone got out of their coffins again.
"We've got a problem." Santana said.
"Does it have to do with the ridiculous amount of weapons you bought even though you promised not to?" Quinn questioned sardonically.
"Look I need to protect myself and Rachel." Santana started. "But Rachel over here just made enemies with the good ol folks of the Fellowship, so we're gonna need a plan B and fast."
"Frankly that's a good thing; I didn't want Rachel going in there anyway." Quinn said. I smiled because I knew she only wanted to protect me, but I'd hoped she knew that I could try and protect her too.
" Alright stop with the sappiness. Noah we need to hurry up because Everett, your maker Noah, is about to die in a week. So as much as I love the small talk you don't have much time." Santana explained.
"So what do we do? I can't go in there, and you guys aren't going to kill them all…we don't have any more options." I said quietly.
"I've got a really fucking bad idea." Santana said. "And it just might work."
…
"Hey Blaine." I said with a smile. I placed his dinner in front of him and sat down at the table. He began digging into his meal, nonstop, he hardly stopped to breathe in between bites. "You remember that time when I sold all of my jewelry to bond you out of prison even though I was saving money up for a Barbra Streisand concert in Istanbul?"
"Yeah that was really cool of you. You're the best sister ever." Blaine said genuinely. "I'd do anything for you."
"Well hopefully you won't forget that you said that." I mumbled as Quinn, Marley, Noah, and Santana walked into the room.
"Whoa what is this? Is it an intervention? Wait…you brought a vampire to my intervention?!" Blaine stood up and backed towards the counter.
"Actually she brought vampires, plural, and we don't have time for this." Noah said with a groan.
"Why are we wasting our time on convincing him? Why don't we just glamour him into doing it?" Marley questioned.
"Because Blaine is my brother and I won't let you do that. He has his own free will." I told Marley.
Explaining the whole situation to Blaine was hard. He had about a million questions, but once we finally got through it I could still tell he was just as reluctant as before. Which I understood, this was a complex situation, and the only investment he had in it was me. "Look I can tell that you don't want to do this, and you don't have to. I'll do it, I'll go there and pretend I had a big change of heart or something. Maybe I'll tell them I got attacked by a vampire."
"Yeah those bites on your neck will help." Noah said. Santana rushed over and pushed my face to the side, looking at the marks with awe.
"No one thought to inform me of this? Well shit Blondie, good going." Santana crossed her arms over her chest.
"Why doesn't Santana infiltrate?" Blaine questioned.
"Cause I'm smart as hell and they only take dumb fucks like you which Rachel and I found out today. And plus they think they're on a mission for God. Do I look like a God fearin woman? Hell no." Santana explained.
"What's in it for me?" Blaine asked.
"How about…" Noah rushed over and wrapped his hand around Blaine's throat. "Your life." Quinn grabbed Noah and pulled him off Blaine quicker than I could even open my mouth to speak.
"Or you could do it because your sister said so." I personally liked that reasoning best.
"Okay, fine…I'm in."
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