Short and to the point.
While Puck and Rachel deal with Kurt...
"Ugh." Tina froze mid-step, inadvertently forcing the autumn winds flowing by them into a docile breeze.
"What's wrong Tina?"
"The spell."
"Vampires?"
Sensing a vampire cross her barrier was light duty for Tina. When one crossed, it was like having a single burning bead of sweat roll down the back of her neck, moist and utterly imaginary. The bead whispered who its owner might be and where they were, a feat of magic that would one day earn Tina recognition well after her disappearance. "Tina, what's wrong?" Mike asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
Tina covered her face, incapable of answering due to the overpowering sensation running down her neck and to her back.
A scalding waterfall was running down her spine.
"Mike," she wheezed out, "call Artie to make sure he's safe. We're going to need-" Her scream pushed Mike back a few paces. "-We're going to need him. I can feel a mob of vampires crossing the barrier southeast of here, led by...something old..."
Finding Artie's number in his contact list, Mike hit send and pulled it to his ear. He hated to ignore Tina's pained whimpers but being a Slayer was the one role that took priority over their relationship. At least until we get married.
Tangled in Tina's ramble was a name that would ruin their night and the ones to come.
"Quinn's with them."
*On a side note, I've edited most of the previous chapters to the best of my ability. They feel different to me now, which might be a good thing.
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