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Chapter 2: Blazing Fire

She felt nothing. Was she dead? She didn't feel dead. Could one really feel being dead? If you did, did it feel like being alive? She opened her eyes and saw the man looking at her in near horror. She looked down at her body where the bullet would've hit at saw a whole in her shirt where the stomach should be gapping open but that wasn't the case. She seemed untouched by the bullet otherwise. She looked back up at the man who was staring at her hands. She looked up and saw something she couldn't explain.

He palms were on fire. But surprisingly she wasn't burning. The fire was the red and orange flickering uncontrollable it seemed. Why wasn't she burning? Why didn't it hurt? She could tell that all the questions she had the man seemed to have the same ones.

"What the fuck are you?" He said still keeping the gun stead on her.

"I don't… I don't know." She said bring her hands down.

"Keep your hands above your head freak!" he ordered but the order fell on deaf ears. "I said…" Santana put her hand on him trying to get him to see her point of view forget momentarily that her hands were conducting a flame. The man began to catch on fire. He let out a scream as he was engulfed by flames. Santana face was in horror. What had she just done? She took off her coat and tried to smother the flame but her coat began to burn. The flames gulfed the man. Santana looked at the flames. She began to cry willing the fire to stop. The man had stopped moving. She was positive her had burn to death. The fire stopped. Santana looked at her palms that were now normal she picked up her phone and began to dial.

Brittany rushed to the store. There were barricades everywhere; people blocking the scene. She had been worried when she saw the news report about the robbery. She had heard someone was shot and another person was burned to death. They hadn't release much information but Brittany had run the three miles to get to her girlfriend forgetting she owned a car. "Santana," She screamed. Her heart was beating a mile a minute. "Santana," She pushed through the crowd. She got to the barricades and saw two body bags being carried out.

She face went pale she jumped the barricade and was immediately blocked and held back by the cops. "No, let me go," She screamed. "My girlfriend was in there!" She tried to pull away. "Santana," She yelled out. Santana ran away. She was sobbing. She saw a person coming from behind the ambulance. She sobbed harder as she saw Santana's beautiful face.

"Brittany," Santana questioned. She was happy to see Santana. Santana ran to Brittany and hugged her. The police let go of Brittany and Brittany was finally able to return the hug. Santana was a bit surprised when Brittany kissed her like no one was watching, and then hugged her like she would never let her go.

"When can I take her home?"

"Not yet, I'm sure the detectives have more questions for her." Santana frowned. "I told them what happened ten times already." Santana said. "They're not even questioning me anymore. I just want go home and forget about today." Santana pleaded.

"You can let her go." A man in a suit came behind them. "We have her information and she's a hero. She tried to save both victims from what I hear. Let the hero go home and get some food and some sleep. She deserves that." Santana smiled.

"I didn't bring my car." Brittany said. "I ran here."

"I'll give you two a ride." The man in the suit said. "I'm done with questioning." He said to the uniformed cops.

"Thank you detective." Santana said to the man. Brittany held tightly to Santana's hand as they followed the detective. Santana was scared to touch anymore she had just burned a man to death, though the police didn't know that. They though the man spontaneously combusted and she had tried to save him or at least that what the witnesses thought they saw. She went with a similar story or that's at least what the cop said. She wasn't in room when the other girls were interviewed.

Santana looked at Brittany afraid that she was going to fry her. What had happened in there? Had she really caught fire and not burned? She looked at her jacket that was slight burned at the sleeved and the shoulders. Some had occurred to make this happen.

"Santana," She heard Brittany which knocked her completely from her thought. Brittany held the door open for her. Santana nodded and slipped in the car as Brittany slid in next to her. The detective got in the driver's seat and began to drive off taking direction from Brittany. Santana looked at her palms again. They were normal now. No sign of any kind of malice that might have occurred, just her normal non-threatening hands. She sighed. Maybe the man really had just combusted and she had just hallucinated the fire she conducted due to fear.

Brittany lightly squeezed her hand. The blonde girl was so close to her and she knew that it would be like this for a while due to the fact that Santana should be dead. They reached Brittany's house soon enough but she still felt like it took forever. Brittany got out of the car and helped her girlfriend out of the car. As soon as the pulled into the driveway they saw Santana's mom running out of the house. As soon as Santana stepped out of the car, her mother's arms were arm her.

/I'm so glad you're okay./ Maribel said finding it hard to speak in English though it hadn't mattered. Santana understood her. /I was so scared./

/Mommy, I'm okay./ Santana responded.

/You're coming straight home,/

/Can Brittany come over then?/

/Okay but you two don't leave the house./ Maribel said. Santana and her mother turned to the detective.

"She was brave," The detective said. "The hero deserves a good night's sleep." Santana frowned.

"I'm not a hero." She said remembering how she killed the man…no hero should kill anyone…not even by accident. "I just want to go to bed and forget about today." Santana said. Brittany grabbed Santana's hand.

"Let's get you to bed," Brittany said. She took Santana across the street as the two adults spoke. When they got into the house Brittany quickly attached her lips to Santana. She let tears run down her cheeks. Santana knew why her girlfriend was crying.

"Brittany" she broke away,

"I was so scared," She hugged Santana. She was trembling violently. "When I saw the body bag…I thought it was you." Brittany said. "I don't know what I would do if something happened you." Santana hugged Brittany.

"I'm fine Britt, at little startled but it's nothing cuddling with you couldn't help." She said trying to give her a reassuring smile. Though, on the inside that wasn't case. She had just killed a guy and now she was kissing her girlfriend like nothing happened. She didn't understand how her heart wasn't racing. She was an emotional mess inside. But she had to act okay for Brittany. "Let's go upstairs and sleep, we've both had a night."

"Okay," Brittany smiled brightly. She linked her hand with Santana and led her up the stairs. Santana cautiously watched her hand afraid she would burn Brittany and she couldn't bare that. She began to run through the events of that night. What the hell had happened?

ONE WEEK LATER

"Santana great job," Santana was getting tired of hearing compliments from people didn't even know. She questioned whether she would be receiving all the compliments if they knew she had killed a man. Santana had wanted to forget the whole situation but going to school wasn't making that easy. Brittany was escorting her to the parking lot.

"You sure you don't want to do the therapy thing?" Santana sighed. She was a bit relieved that something's went back to normal. An over protective Brittany was the only Brittany she knew. Santana shook her hear.

"I'm fine Britt. I just want to go home and have our date night. I want everything to go back to normal." Brittany smiled brightly. "Which means, I want you yelling at me and worrying about my heart, that's it?" She said asked for her girlfriend's agreement.

"Okay San, let have our date night but tonight, we're going out." Santana looked confused. She had no clue what Brittany was planning. They hadn't talked about their date night in advance. They never really did but it was obvious Brittany had something planned.

"Okay," Santana said. "Where are we going if I may ask?"

"That's a secret, just wear something sexy." Santana shrugged.

"Alright," Brittany led Santana to her car and stared at her girlfriend.

"I'll see you later. Around 8," Brittany said then kissed Santana. Santana got into her mom's car that her mother let her bring to school. Santana turned on the car and pulled off as soon as Brittany cleared the car.

Santana looked at herself in the mirror. She assumed that what she was wearing would easily be considered sexy. She knew Brittany loved when she wore red. Brittany also had a fascination with her breast and butt, which was why Santana exposed her cleavage a bit and made sure the dress was tight fitting. She wondered where Brittany was taking her. Brittany never did anything spontaneous, not with her anyway. She was so worried about her heart condition. Wherever they were going, she wondered how it was going to go. The last few nights they had been together, Brittany had kissed her like she would never stop and much to Santana's surprise it was taking longer and longer for her heart monitor to go off.

Each make out session since the robbery, they had gotten further and further before Brittany would stop, since she couldn't completely give up worrying. If Brittany wanted her to wear something sexy, she wondered if they would finally have sex. Part of Santana hoped they would, the other part was afraid that whatever happened with the robbery would happen to Brittany.

She hadn't seen a flame, not even a spark since she last the Robbery. She began to think that she had imagined the whole thing. However the man catching fire had been weird. If he had spontaneously combusted, why had she seen the fire moments before he burned? Santana was so confused to her moments. "Santana," She turned to see her mother. Her mother gasped. "Oh Mija, you look beautiful."

"Gracias," She said quickly. "Brittany wants to go somewhere tonight."

"Brittany better keep her hands above the waist." Santana turned a dark shade of red. She couldn't believe her mother had just said that.

"Mom," Santana said.

/What/ her mother said. /She's the sweetest girl in the world but she's tends to undress you with her eyes when she thinks no one's looking./ Santana blushed harder.

"Mom" She said again.

/Okay, I'll stop making fun of you. Be good Mija, Brittany too,/ Santana blushed as she looked in the mirror. She put on her make up on attempting to look perfect. He mom knew very well that Brittany wouldn't go too far with her. Even though she hoped they would finally sleep together she knew it most likely wouldn't happen. Santana didn't know why she was primping. She just wanted to be hot for Brittany but maybe that would just be teasing her. It was her fault that they couldn't sleep together. Her heart problem put a damper on any hopes of ever having a sex life with Brittany.

She knew she could take having sex with Brittany but she knew Brittany had her worries. Brittany loved Santana; loved her way too much to hurt her or do anything she thought would hurt her. Santana loved her as well, and would never force Brittany not to worry. She heard the doorbell, She knew her mother would get it for her. She quickly put on her shoes. A pair of heels that Santana knew Brittany appreciated. She took one final look at herself in the mirror. One thing was for sure. Even if the fire thing was just a dream, she was definitely on fire that night.

"Okay, San," Brittany said. "You can take the blindfold off now." Santana reach for the knot behind her head. The blindfold fell from her eyes. She looked at where Brittany had brought her. She had been blindfolded from the moment they left. They had parked somewhere and Santana had been unable to see when they walked about three blocks to where they stood. They stood in front of a large house. Teenagers were everywhere, and the music could be heard even from where the stood.

"We're at a party?" Santana said.

"Yeah," Brittany said. "I wanted to be with the hottest girl at the party." Brittany said.

"But you won't be," Santana said nonchalantly. Brittany looked confused. "It seems I have that honor." Brittany smiled and lightly kissed Santana. "Whose party is this anyway?" Santana said before they ascended up the drive way.

"I don't know her, but it's some girl who goes to another school. Rachel invited me. She said she has a big party every weekend." Santana frowned. "It'll be fun and if you feel like you get too excited or your heart is giving problems. You can tell me and we can leave." Santana stopped.

"But once we go in there, you won't be able to hear my monitor." Brittany weakly smiled.

"This my way of trusting you," Brittany said. "If you can go through a bank robbery, I think you can take care of a little party." Santana smiled and held even tighter to Brittany's hand. Brittany guided Santana to the house there was a sign on the door that said, "Let yourself in," The music hit them like a wave. It was loud and people were everywhere. She recognized some of the people as classmates but not many. Santana clung to Brittany.

"You want a drink," Brittany shouted over the music. Santana shook her head yes in compliance. Brittany led her to the bar that seemed to have a make your own drinks clause. Santana admired the large house. She didn't understand why someone with an amazing house would want to ruin it every weekend. But she supposed if someone could afford a house this size, they probably had six more just like it. She saw a drink in front of her face.

"No alcohol," Brittany said as loudly as she could. Santana took the drink and sipped on it. It was just soda. She gave Brittany a look of thanks. The DJ was actually pretty good. People were dancing to mixes of some of her favorite songs. She knew Brittany wanted to dance and she would allow that. She put her drink down on a random surface and guided Brittany to the make-shift dance floor. Brittany smiled as Santana. She knew that Brittany was just nervous about her heart. However, Brittany brought her to have fun and she was going to make sure they had a good time. "Dance with me," She mouthed to Brittany hoping Brittany would read her lips. Santana grabbed Brittany's hand and dragged her towards the dance floor. Santana swayed against her blonde girlfriend. Brittany took the hint and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's waist pulling her close for the dance. It was already crowded on the dance floor and they were smashed pleasantly together; she grinded into Brittany, the rhythm of the music determining her every movement. She was enjoyed having her girlfriend close without the worry. Brittany's change of heart was welcomed. Brittany was having so much fun and so was she.

An hour into the party, and Brittany and Santana had found themselves in a corner kissing. Santana felt a strange calm feeling Brittany unwavering advances. It was odd but Santana remembered it was up to stop the make out session if it got too heated and in Santana's opinion there make out session hadn't gotten heated enough. She began to straddle her willing girlfriend. There were guys in the background staring and enjoying the free show but she didn't care. Santana had never been able to get this close to Brittany and she was going to take advantage of that. Brittany had a firm grip on her butt. Santana felt as if her body was on fire but in a good way. Brittany lightly pulled away which surprised Santana a bit. Brittany had a look of pure lust in her eyes. Santana could see that Brittany stopped so they wouldn't go any further. Brittany smiled. Santana laughed about how hard it was to stop.

Santana was on fire. She smiled at Brittany and glanced at her fingertips. Her mood quickly changed. Her finger looked like they were igniting. They were glowing and orange red color. She got off of Brittany and hid her hands. "I'm going to the bathroom." Santana yelled over the music for Brittany to hear and then ran to the bathroom. She was careful not to touch anything or anyone on her way there but the restroom was backed up. She found an empty room and looked the door quickly hoping it wouldn't a fire. She looked at her hands. They were still glowing the glowing had travelled to her hands.

"No," she said aloud. As if to spite her, her heart monitor began to go off. "Shut up," She said angrily. Her hands caught fire. She almost screamed. It was happening again. She blew on her hands trying to put out the fire. She tried to smother her hand in the nearby bed sheet but they quickly went up in flames. This was worst then last time the bed was burning and spreading. The more the fire spread, the more panicked Santana became. There were people downstairs, Brittany was downstairs. Santana felt the fire spreading on her own body.

"Fire," She heard someone yell from the outside of the room. Santana began to cry. This couldn't be happening. She was beginning to look like a ball of flames. She screamed as her dress began to burn and when she screamed it was like she was breathing fire. The room was engulfed in flames and she could hear screaming from everywhere. She cried but the tears were like gasoline and simply ignited the flames on her face. She curled up in to a ball against a wall. What was happening to her? She was fire. She cried harder. She hoped Brittany didn't come looking for her.

It took time and Santana heard sirens going off; must have been the fire trucks. Santana was too afraid to look. Would she always be this way? What was happening to her? Her hand went her face. Everything was going crazy. She was sure if her heart monitor hadn't burned it would be going crazy.

Santana felt someone touching her shoulders. She looked up. It wasn't someone. It was a figure, a white feminine figure. The figure smiled. Santana quivered away not wanting the figure to catch fire. It was beautiful. The figure didn't seem concerned. The figure lifted her off the ground as if she were a helpless child. Santana was surprised she didn't burn. "What are you?"

The figure's smiled brightly and Santana could've sworn it laughed. Then the figure did something that was amazing.

It flew.

Right out the window, catching the attention of the crowd below; Santana glanced down and Saw Brittany how looked like she was fight to get back into the burning house but that hadn't stopped her from looking above at them. The white figure carried her away quickly. Everything became a blur below her within seconds they were in an old construction yard. It was empty and there was no one around. The figure landed placing Santana on her feet. Santana forgot her amazement and remembered her fear.

"Stay away," Santana stepped back. The figure got closer.

"If you don't calm down, you'll burn everything down." Santana began to cry. "You can do it." The figure sounded human. It's voice calming. "You must keep calm if you expect to go back to normal." Her voice was a bit taunting but not in a particularly mean way. Santana cried hard.

"I can't," the figure grabbed Santana's hand.

"Breathe and clear that mind of yours, you control the fire. The fire doesn't control you." The figure squeezed Santana's shaking hand. The figure took in a breath and Santana did the same. She followed the girls breathing patterns and closed her eyes. She felt her heartbeat calm. She was relaxing she kept her breathe even.

"Well, there you go beautiful." Santana opened her eyes and saw a girl were the figure once stood. The girl was beautiful. She looked very similar to Brittany, only her hair was shorter her face looked more cat like than Brittany's. She wasn't as tall as Brittany either but she was still just as awe striking. Santana looked down and realized they were both nude. Santana made a futile attempt to cover herself.

"How are you?" Santana asked looking at the confident blond. "What are you?" The girl smiled.

"My name is Quinn." She smiled. "And I'm the same thing you are."

"Human," Santana questioned still trying to conceal herself.

"Oh sweetie, you can't be that naïve." Santana looked at her in disbelief.

"Then what are you?" The Quinn girl thought.

"Over the centuries we've had many names: demons, angel, witches, monsters, but suppose none of those really work. I suppose the closet human word for what I am is dragon."

"You've got to be kidding, a dragon?" Santana gave up on conceal herself. "Aren't dragon's supposed to fire breathing snake like monsters? Last time, I checked I looked human." Quinn laughed.

"Yeah, I said the closest thing to what we are. We're not completely dragon and we're not mortal." Santana felt anger surge through her. "I guess we can easily say we're elementals as well." Quinn didn't seem quite sure. "We were never really given a title. I just know we were created when the earth was created. We've been around since the beginning of the earth. We might be alien, I'm not really sure."

"You're crazy,"

"You can believe that but it doesn't help the fact that I know more about you than you would guess, Santana Lopez."