Sorry for the wait. It takes me a while to write these chapters and I'm trying to write two at the same time. I definately won't be update in the next week but I will try to have a chapter up with the month. I hope you guys enjoy. Please review at the end of the chapter and tell me what you think. I love to hear your thoughts.
Chapter 3: Taming the Fire
Santana was utterly horrified. This woman knew her name she hadn't told her what her name was. She hadn't even said one thing about herself. Santana cowered away. First she starts a second fire, and then some super powered stranger comes and basically admits to stalking her. This night couldn't get any worse.
"How do you know my name?" Quinn smiled and approached Santana in a way one would approach a long lost companion and affectionately caressed Santana cheek with her pale hand. Her smile was so bright, so playful, Santana almost forget the position she was in.
"My dear, I have known you for centuries." Quinn said her green eyes ran over Santana necked form, which didn't go unnoticed by Santana. "Including the biblical sense," Santana blushed and pushed the woman's hand away. Quinn bitterly smiled. "You can't imagine how hurt I am that you don't remember me not that I can blame you." Quinn said.
"Listen, I don't know what kind of game you're trying to pull but I have a girlfriend." Quinn frowned and then smiled again.
"Of course you do," Quinn voice was unwaveringly calm. "Brittany, that's her name right?" Santana frowned. "I've been making sure you were safe. Someone with a gift like yours needs to be watch."
"Gift," Santana questioned. "This 'gift' made me kill someone, probably more people tonight. This isn't a gift it's a fucking curse." Quinn laughed. "You think this is funny?" Santana said getting angry. Quinn put her hand out and shook her head.
"Even if you're not you, you're still you. It's endearing and comforting to know that you'll always be as self-loathing as always." Quinn looked up to the sky. "Regardless of everything I'm afraid that after last night and that very sad showing of how you can't even control you're…curse even during a simple make up. I'm here to help you gain control." Quinn smiled.
"You were at the party." Quinn smiled.
"Sweetheart it was my party and my house that you burned down." Quinn said. "Disappointing but it's not like I can't buy another." Quinn shrugged.
"You had the party? How are you not concerned with what happened?" Quinn frowned.
"I had the party to gage your power. I could sense it but I wasn't expecting you to go all pyro." Quinn said. She seemed upset by the fact Santana went against her expectations. "The fact remains that if I don't show you how to use your power in a less…inconvenient way."
"Inconvenient," Santana questioned. "What keeps happening is tragic." Santana said knowingly. "You put people in danger just to conduct an observation!" Quinn frowned.
"I thought they would be safe." Quinn said. "And you need to learn to control those fuse in your body and since you can't. I'm going to have to ask you to calm down. Anger is a trigger." Santana took a breath knowing that the blond was most likely right. "Good,"
"Why do I have this power? Where do we come from?" Quinn smiled.
"Those are questions in which I do not know the answers." Quinn said. "All I can tell you is that I came first, then the earth, then water and then you." Santana shook her head.
"You're telling me that there are two more of us?" Quinn laughed again.
"Yes, but they, like me don't like to be found out."
"Why can't I remember what I am? I remember being a kid, growing, I'm human." Santana said. Quinn thought for a moment as if she were contemplate which pair of uses would look better on her but Santana could tell that wasn't the case. This Quinn girl seemed to get amusement in knowing what Santana didn't. There was a gust of wind that surrounded them.
"You are obviously a visual learner." Quinn took Santana and turned her around. Turning her attention to the wreckage of the demolished building, Quinn pointed a sharp protruding metal rod that may have been part of the plumbing at one point. "You seem that," Quinn sounded entertained. "That would kill a normal human being." Santana felt fear. She slowly nodded.
Then it happened. The wind hurled her towards the object she had no time to react. She was going to die. There was no other way she would live through this. No one would know what happened to her. She was sure Quinn would leave her there and tell everyone she perished in the fire if they hadn't assumed that already.
She hit the spear like object full force. It had surely impaled her. She closed her eyes as she impacted. However, she felt exactly what she felt when the man had shot her; nothing." She slowly opened her eyes to see the damage done and was surprised to felt the metal rod bent in two. She was fine. She examined her stomach in awe. There was what seemed to be a reddish orange scale pattern on her stomach. With slightly hesitation, she ran her fingers over them. They were hard, like armor or what she imagined armor felt like. It quickly disappeared seeming to fold over on itself retreating back to her normal skin. She almost screamed.
"What the hell?" Santana began freaking out. Quinn smiled.
"You might want to not freak out. That's ten times worst then anger." Santana sat down on the ground trying not to freak out. "Do you believe me now?" Santana saw the girl standing above her. Santana began to cry not able to hold it any more. Quinn looked at her in a somewhat sympathetic way. She knelt down.
"Calm down Santana," Quinn said. "If you want me too, I can show you how to control your gift. So you don't hurt anyone else, my little fire starter." Santana cried too hard to argue. Quinn smiled. "Let's get you some clothes,"
Quinn seemed to have had everything planned because she had a car with a change of clothes nearby. Santana inquired about that but Quinn deflected. She said it was where she came to think and often kept a car and change of clothes near. Santana found it was way too convenient. However she let it go. After her night, it was all she could do. Quinn hadn't explained much after that. Santana finally remember the events prior to the realization. She asked Quinn to borrow her phone and immediately called Brittany who had picked up in tears. Santana explained that she was fine and came up with some bogus story about where she was and why she didn't have her phone. Her explanation had been that some girl spilled a drink on her at the party and it short circuited her phone and that the host of the party lent her some clothes. She said she had left for some air and went for a walk and when she had gotten back there were cops everywhere. She said she would be home as soon as possible and that she had gotten a ride.
"We're here," Quinn said pulling up in front of Santana's house. Santana got out of the car but not before Quinn had grabbed her. "I will see you again. Until then, watch your emotions." Santana looked at her and shook her head in sad agreement." Santana watched away from the car and into her house as Quinn left. She subtly knocked on the door since everything she had on her burned in the fire.
The door flew open and Santana saw her mother in tears in front of her. Her mother hugged her tightly. Brittany must have worried her. It was Santana's fault though everything was. This was worse than the robbery. On her way home she heard over the radio that two people had died in the fire and 15 were in critical condition. It made her want to cry but Quinn hand told her not to get emotional; it would be bad if she did.
"Santana, you can't keep scaring me!" Her mother's arms engulfed her tightly. Her mother was squeezing her for life.
"Mom," Santana said. "You have to let me in the house," Santana mother let her in. When she walked in the door she saw Brittany who ran to her and hugged her. "Britt, I'm okay," Santana said trying to sound light hearted.
"I'm sorry," Brittany began crying. "I take you to a party and a fire breaks out." Santana felt bad. She was putting Brittany and her mother through all this.
"It's not your fault," Santana said hugging her back. "I'm sorry I worried you." Santana said. "Don't blame yourself it's not like you started the fire she said guiltily." She said.
"They said the fire took about 40 minutes to become noticeable," Brittany said. "I was so scared something happened to you." Brittany said.
"I'm fine," Santana said. "I was scared something happened to you." She said remember when she was burning in the room. "I glad you're okay too." She said honestly. "I'm glad you got out." Santana mother place a hand on her shoulder.
"I think it's time you go to bed." her mother said. Santana knew that Brittany want to stay over but Santana was scared.
"Maybe you should go home," Santana suggested. Brittany looked at her with disbelief. Santana knew Brittany was disappointed but after the fire she was scared she could hurt Brittany and she could never live with herself if she did.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah," Santana said. "Fuego's over there," She said. "You've spent every day over here, I'm sure he's feeling neglected. Brittany frowned again.
"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow." She said. Santana gave her a light peek on the check. "I love you." Brittany said holding tightly to Santana. "If you need me to come over later, I can be here in seconds, just call." Santana smiled and hugged her girlfriend.
"Love you too Britt," Santana gave her a light peck. "I'll see you in the morning if we're not completely in trouble for being at an unsupervised party." She whispered. "Get some sleep."
"How grounded were you this weekend?" Santana asked finally seeing her girlfriend for the first time since that Friday before. Brittany sighed dramatically.
"Super grounded, my mom would even let me text you to see if you were okay." Santana laughed.
"Not like I would've gotten it. I just got my replacement phone in the mail." Santana laced their hands together while they walked in the school. Santana hadn't wanted to leave the house she wanted to remain a recluse in her own home. Ever since the fire, she had been scared to leave the safety of her room. She couldn't get stressed and school was sure to be just that. "Sorry our weekend was messed up."
"I should be the one that apologizes. Next time I'll take you some where fun and safe." Santana smiled.
"You don't have to. I'm perfect content with our movie night Friday's with our fights and you being over protective." Brittany looked at her and smiled.
"Did you get your replacement heart monitor? When you hugged me I felt that it was gone." She said. Santana frowned and subtly lifted her shirt to show Brittany the new device.
"My mom took me to get it Saturday," Brittany escorted Santana to class.
"You need a ride home today?" Brittany questioned.
"Yeah, my mom dropped me off today." Santana said. "She lectured me about healthy choices the whole way here."
"I got the riot act all weekend." Brittany frowned. "I'm just glad you're okay." They walked up to Santana's class and Brittany smiled. "Well, I'll see you at lunch we can talk then," Santana pecked her on the lips.
"Have a good day Britt,"
"You too San," Santana walked into her classroom and took a seat in the back like she always did. Euro history, the most boring and time consuming class on her schedule with most monotone teacher on the planet and she had to endure it. She supposed that normality was what she needed to keep relaxed. Relaxation was the only thing she could do or else she could probably engulf the entire in school flames. She kept calm. She even controlled her temper which had been hard with her mother breathing down her neck every moment she was home. She would concentrate on her school work and little on her feelings.
She looked at the clock and as soon as she did the bell rang and her teacher strolled in the classroom, his stomach entering the room first.
"Good morning class," Santana sneered at his voice. "Today we will be going over the wonder world of trench warfare in WWI." He said. "But before we do, I will like to introduce our new student." Santana looked at the door and her eyes widened as a pretty blond girl pranced in.
Quinn
What was she doing at her school? What was she doing in her class?
"This is Quinn Fabray, our new student." He introduced her. She waved and smiled mostly in Santana's direction.
"You can't sit in the back next to Santana." Quinn smiled in her direction. "It's the only empty seat," the teacher said. Quinn nearly skipped to the back of the room. She took her seat next to Santana. Santana looked at her confused.
"What are you doing here?" Quinn smiled.
"To make sure you're taken care of my dear fire starter." She whispered before turning her attention to the front of the class.
It was at the end of the school day. Santana knew she was going to have to wait for Brittany to finish her swimming practice. However, she had one objective on her mind at the moment and that was talking to Quinn. She found Quinn waiting for her on the football stadium bleachers and of course she would be at the top. She looked down at the approaching Santana with a long fingered wave. Santana sneered. When she finally reached the top, she was greeted by a smiling Quinn. She seemed always amused. Santana frowned.
"My little fire starter," She said.
"Stop calling me that!" Santana ordered. Quinn's smile went bitter.
"You used to love when I called you that." Santana sighed.
"I don't even know you and quite honestly that nickname under these circumstances isn't one I find endearing." Santana sighed. "Why are you even here?" Santana asked in frustration. The grin on her face grew.
"To train you on how to use your little power," The blonde answered. "I can't have you burning shit down at your leisure." Her hand went to Santana's bare arm. "You have a lot of pent up sexual energy. That's probably why you're so on edge." Santana's big brown eyes opened in surprise. She blushed. "You're a sexual creature and you would have such a problem with control if you were getting it on the regular." Santana snatched her arm away.
"How dare you?"
"What," Quinn's face was on of complete innocence. "I'm just stating the obvious. You're radiating heat. The only way to build it up this much is if…" Quinn looked more amused. "You're a virgin aren't you…well to your knowledge." Her amusement increased by the red of the girl's face. "Oh that's precious,"
"Fuck you," Santana said.
"Seems like you need to," Santana kept her distance.
"Did you just come here to mock me?" Quinn laughed.
"No, I'm here to keep you out of trouble," Santana found that hard to believe. "Believe it or not but I wanted you to be able to control yourself." Santana looked towards the steel bleachers.
"How do you want to teach me?" Santana asked submitting to the fact that Quinn was the only one that seemed to know what was going on with her.
"Meet me tonight at 11 at the building I brought you to." Quinn stood up. "I'll help you learn how to establish control." She leaned to Santana's ear. "See you at eleven,"
Santana sat quietly next to Brittany as Brittany chattered on about her day. She attempted to listen but she was so set on her meeting that was supposed to be that night. Quinn was a bitch but she was the only person with an idea of what she was. "Santana," Brittany said catching her attention. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah Britt," Santana answered.
"You sure," She asked.
"I'm just a bit tired." Santana said lightly drumming her finger again the car door. "I wish you could come over we're both still grounded." Santana said.
"Yeah, hopefully we can still do our Friday date night. I was thinking maybe we should just stay in by ourselves, maybe at the tree house." Santana smiled.
"If my mom will let me out of the house," Santana said. "Two near death experiences in two weeks," She frowned. "I'm lucky my mom even lets me go to school." There was a sad look on Brittany's face. She immediately knew what was wrong. "Britt what happened wasn't your fault, it was just a coincidence."
"But it keeps happening when you hang out with me." Santana frowned.
"Britt, I love you." She said. "And I don't care what happened. I just like being close to you." Brittany kept her eyes on the road but Santana could tell that she was still upset. She thought quickly. She was the reason for her girlfriends guilty. However, she was the one that was a fire starting freak but how was she supposed to say that to Brittany. "Brittany, why don't we just relax this Friday? No excitement, just you and me," Santana smiled. "We can just relax in the tree house and we'll do whatever is low key." Santana could see Brittany's mouth stretch into a smile. "Even if we have to sneak out, we'll hang out together." Santana smiled.
"Okay Santana," They pulled up to Santana house and Santana could see her mother in the window, waiting for her. "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow." Santana leaned over and gave Brittany a Quick kiss on the cheek and got out of the car.
Santana walked into the abandon lot. Part of her didn't want to be there because she knew that being there met she was accepting what was happening to her. However, the other part of her knew that if she didn't show up, more people could be in danger from her lack of control. The fatalities had gotten to her. She kept a tough exterior but she was a mess on the inside.
She looked around and didn't see anyone. She was sure that Quinn had said to meet her at eleven and she was right on time. Where was Quinn? Maybe she shouldn't have shown up. Maybe Quinn had just been messing with her. Santana decided it couldn't help to wait a few minutes. With a deep sigh, she walked around the demolished building examining her surroundings. She wondered if this was where Quinn wanted to train her. Santana recognized the building. It was an old hospital. Before Brittany and her mother had found her, Santana used to sleep in the waiting room chairs pretending one of the patrons were her parents. She didn't realize it before but she remembered how one of the nurses would always wrap her in a blanket and she would be gone before the nurse could get a cop.
She remembered that where she was standing was the waiting room or what used to be. She smiled at the memory of the kind nurse. As she got lost in the memory she felt something blast her knocking her to the ground. Santana heard a laugh. She immediately knew that laugh. Santana tasted dirt in her mouth.
"Damn, I thought that would ignite you." Santana struggled to push herself up.
"Why would you do that?" She said looking in Quinn's direction. She was almost astonished by Quinn's form floating above her. "You fly,"
"Santana," Quinn glided to the ground with a graceful landing. "Derived from the Saint Anne, you and I met her once. It's ironic that you took that name in your new life. You hated that woman." Santana frowned.
"I didn't take this name. It was given to me by my parents." Santana defends.
"Your name was Ignis, the Latin word for fire. Though, it was your name before it was the word. We change them to fit with the times. I'm original name was Aero,"
"You push me down and now you give me a history lesson." Santana finally made her way off the ground. "You said I was here to learn control."
"First lesson is that you have to know where you came from. We'll get to control but right now you need to know about this, hopefully it will trigger something and you will remember control and we will practice."
"So should I call you Aero," Quinn laughed as she always did.
"No, I've gotten used to my name." Quinn said. She sat on the ground. "I wouldn't call you Ignis, so don't call me Aero." Santana followed what she was doing.
"Are there other's like us," There was a break in Quinn's smile.
"Terrae and Aqua, Earth and Water," Quinn's eyes shown anger. "The ones that rebooted us; because of them, we were forced… to reboot."
"Are we robots?" the amusement came back to the blonde's face.
"Of course not," Santana listened but she didn't understand. "We all were forced to reboot in a sense. We all started back to before our maturity. We started from children." Quinn said. "I got my memory back after a few years. You seemed to have lain dormant for a while. Well you and the others."
"Do they have their memories?" Santana said.
"I believe so, but I wouldn't know. I haven't come across them in my travels." Santana frowned. "Their hiding out as they should be."
"How come you seem to remember everything and I can't?"
"That…is a bit complicated to explain." Quinn stood up. "I can't explain it right now, that's another day's lesson."
"Why are we meeting so late a night?"
"It's easier to sneak out and practice at night. And you need a lot of practice." Quinn gave Santana her hand, helping her to her feet. "First things first, if you're trying to keep virgin you need to release your energy somehow." Quinn said. "Or every time you use your power, you'll…well; the fire will seem like the burning of an ant hill."
"How do I release it?" Quinn pointed to the sky.
"You see that star," The blonde question. Santana nodded gently. "Take your hands and put them straight out just like this," She flattened her hands and pointed them to the sky. Santana did as she was told. "Now, I want you to close your eyes and remember the robbery," Santana did as she was told and remembered the man standing in front of her with a gun. "Now imagine he's pointing a gun at your precious girlfriend. Santana imagined it unwillingly. "He's going to kill her, and there's nothing you can do." Quinn said. "The poor little fire starter can get the flame going." Santana felt anger rise in her. "She's going to die unless you can kill him. You have burn him with everything you got." Santana didn't feel anything. Just mad but the suggestion of the thing wasn't making her mad enough. "Or maybe I'll go and kill her." Santana's eyes flew open and her hands dropped. "It's would be much slower than a bullet." Quinn's smiled turned evil. "I'd suck the life out of her and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
"You wouldn't." Santana threatened.
"And who would stop me," Quinn said. Santana felt her heart pound in her chest. "I'd get there and suffocate her to death and that would show you that you need to know you're control."
"You touch her I'll kill you."
"How," Quinn grinned. "And, I'd kill that mother of yours once I was done with her." Santana hadn't notice but she had caught fire, her hands glowing blue and hot.
"You better be kidding, it's not funny."
"I wonder how they'll sound when they scream. I wonder if they'll scream for you." Santana lost it. She aimed for Quinn and let go. She was surprised that she hit Quinn with the blue flame. She was going to kill her before she could hurt her mother, hurt Brittany. She released all the anger she had ever had. All the fear and stress from the weeks prior. She let go of everything until her body gave out on her and she fell to her knees unable to see straight. But she kept the flames burning in a straight path for Quinn.
After a few minutes, she felt her arms give out. Quinn for once looked a little ticked off and a whole lot of scary. She approached Quinn quickly and angry like someone with an agenda. Santana backed up crawling awkwardly a way but not fast enough. She felt a buildup in her throat and she opened her mouth and fire game out like breathe. Quinn covered her mouth as if to shove the flames back.
"You ruin my favorite pair of boats." Quinn said her voice like ice. "Do you know how much those boots were worth?" Quinn was enraged. "More than you could possibly make in one human life."
"You threatened to kill my mother and Brittany!" Santana retorted weakly but sternly.
"It was an exercise you idiot." Quinn eyes were in fury. "What reason would I have to kill them?" Quinn said.
"You said it and it sounded so real!" Santana said.
"I was obviously trying to piss you off!" The angry girl released Santana and spun on her heels. "I can't believe you would think I would be that evil."
"I don't even know you!" With a bit of a struggle, Santana made it to her feet. "I think this was a bad idea. I'm going home." Santana said. Quinn did not retort and didn't face Santana. Santana took that as her invitation to leave.
Santana had sworn it sound like Quinn was going to murder them and wouldn't think twice about it. It astounded her that Quinn was displeased over a pair of shoes. Something was off about Quinn and Santana was unaware if she should trust the woman or not.
I hope you enjoyed that. the next chapter should have a lot more action and some more Santana and Brittany! yay! Please review.