So, here's chapter 3, I finished it alot sooner than I thought I was going to. This is just a chapter to kinda show what's going on in Santana's head and some of the stuff that's happening. Enjoy :)

I woke up to a loud repetitive tapping on my bedroom door. I groaned and rubbed my eyes. Sitting up, I looked to the clock on my nightstand. Why the hell is someone gonna try and wake me up at 9:07 on a Saturday. That just isn't right. By rule, I'm not even supposed to be up before 10:30.

"Santana Diabla Lopez!" My mother's voice filtered through the door and echoed around my room.

I jumped out of bed and stretched my arms above my head letting out a loud yawn.

"Santana-"

"I'm coming!" I yelled, unlocking the door and twisting the knob. In front of me stood Maria Lopez sporting green scrubs and car keys. She had one hand on her hip and her black hair was tied up in a messy bun.

"Explain to me why there is mud tracks all through my clean house." She said, stepping into my room and looking around. Doesn't she know it's rude to go somewhere you're not invited.

"I have no idea." I lied as I turned to face her. A strong whiff of peppermint filled my nostrils. I sniffed the air again and then realized that I probably looked like an idiot.

My mom picked up my muddy converse and held it in front of her. "Huh. That's ironic."

"Yep.." I murmured, popping the 'P' at the end of the word. Yeah, I probably should've hid those under the bed or something. Or at least cleaned them off.

My mom dropped the shoe and it hit the floor with a thump. She rolled her eyes.

"You know what, you can go to the grocery store and get us something to eat while I clean up your mess." She said with finality.

"Fine." I grumbled. I still couldn't shake the smell of peppermint.

Mami nodded her head and went to walk out of my room.

"Hey Ma?" I called, stopping her. She turned back around. "Do you have any gum?"

She reached into her scrub pocket and pulled out a stick of gum, handing it to me then walking out the door. The smell was much stronger now. It almost burned my nose. I examined the piece of gum in my hand. Sure enough, it was peppermint.

Holy shit.

My eyes widened and I nearly dropped the gum.

Okay, that's just fucking weird.

I put the gum on my dresser and walked into the bathroom. I lifted my tank top up and looked down at my side. The slightly bloody gauze clung to my skin and I winced as I peeled the tape off. I closed my eyes and ripped the rest of it off, like a band-aid.

That shit hurt, too.

I opened my eyes and looked down. I was beyond shocked at what I saw.

The bite mark from last night wasn't there anymore. It was just smooth, toned skin. I lifted the other side of my shirt up, thinking maybe I got confused, but nope. Nothing. I ran my fingers over the skin. It wasn't tender, it didn't hurt. Hell, the only proof I had that a bite was even there was my memory and the gauze.

Maybe I was going crazy.

It just didn't make since.

The whole incident was just fucking weird. I didn't understand what was going on. I looked back up at myself in the mirror and-

Were my eyes yellow?

I swear, ten seconds ago my eyes were yellow. I slapped a hand to my face and blinked my eyes repeatedly. This is all just a dream or something. I'm gonna wake up any minute now. I probably just fell asleep writing that stupid paper.

But the memories of last night were burned into my mind. The pain was too real. Subconsciously, I knew everything was real. I mean, there was no way it didn't actually happen. But maybe if I fooled myself into thinking it was all just a dream, then I'll stop hallucinating.

I heard my mothers voice from downstairs, it was slightly muffled. "No, I worked a double last night."

I peeked my head out of the bathroom door. The thick wooden door to my bedroom was closed. She was probably just talking to me.

"What?" I yelled, stepping out of the bathroom.

"I'm not working a double and then coming back in for second shift. Eventually I'm gonna need to sleep." She said.

I opened the door and walked down the stairs. The bottom stair creaked at an ear splitting volume. I cringed.

Somebody seriously needs to fix that. I'm not trying to be crazy and deaf.

I walked into the kitchen only to see my Mom sitting at the kitchen table talking in a hushed voice on the phone. Why in the world is she gonna start yelling for me and then get on the phone. Someone needs to learn manners.

"I don't care how bad I need the money, I just can't." When she caught sight of me, she added: "I have to go."

She set the phone down on the table and looked up at me. I leaned against the counter and met her eyes. Mocha brown burned into nearly black.

"What was that about?" I asked, breaking our intense stare.

"Jennifer just wanted me to work the second shift, that's all."

My eyes instantly widened.

Wait..

What?

So she wasn't talking to me?

Then how did I hear her from all the way upstairs?

I mean when I got down here she was barely talking above a whisper.

"What is it?"

I jumped at the sound of her voice.

"N-nothing, I gotta go get dressed." I said quickly, then clambered out of the kitchen. I sprinted down the hallway, making a mental note to avoid the squeaky stair, and then ran up to my room.

What the hell is going on?

I slid into a pair of skinny jeans and a white tank top and pulled on my plain, black leather jacket. I just got the urge to dress like a badass today, don't judge me. I walked into the bathroom and brushed my long, wavy locks and then brushed my teeth. I watched my facial features in the mirror the whole time, but they didn't change.

I grabbed my iPhone off the nightstand along with my keys, picked up my converse and walked back downstairs. This time my mother lay stretched across the couch. Her head was laying on the armrest and the rest of her small body was lying flat out on the cold, leather cushions. I smiled slightly and grabbed the credit card she left out for me and pulled the throw blanket off the back of the love-seat and covered her with it.

I could hear the light sounds off her breathing coming out in small little puffs. She looked so young, all the worry lines and tired bags weren't noticeable on her face anymore. She looked at peace.

I flipped off the living room light and slipped out the door.

The chilly September air hit almost knocked the breath out of me. I put my aviators over my eyes and hit the unlock button on my keys.

I checked my phone to see three texts from Puck.

From Puck (2:47 AM): Did you make it home okay? Sorry bout leaving you, Dad was pissed.

From Puck (3:09 AM): If you died, please don't haunt me. It wasn't my fault.

From Puck (9:14 AM): Can you come get me? I need to get outta here for a little while.

I rolled my eyes and typed out a quick text: Yeah, I'm fine. But I have one hell of a story to tell you. Be there in ten.

Ten minutes later, I was outside the Puckerman residence beeping the horn. Mr. Puckerman's sheriff car wasn't in the driveway. Puck's Mom passed away right at about the same time my Dad did. We were both nine at the time. I think getting through that together is something that made our friendship stronger. I used to ask my Mom when is Papi coming back and she would say 'Mi hija, Papi went to be with God.' I looked for him everywhere until one day, I just stopped. I was such a naive kid.

Puck came out of the front door, clad in jeans and a white v-neck. And we didn't even plan this. He opened the passenger door and climbed in. I could smell his cologne from over here. It wasn't bad, but I could still smell it. I didn't used to be able to. Maybe he put more on or something.

I twisted my grip on the steering wheel and put the car in reverse.

"So, how'd it go?" I asked, backing out of his driveway and back onto the road.

Puck shifted in his seat. "Y'know, just an hour long lecture about invasion of privacy. Oh and I'm supposed to be grounded but I told him that we had an essay to do for Mr. Schue."

I looked over at him in disbelief. Did he actually think I was gonna help him do his essay. I still haven't finished mine thanks to him.

"Oh hell to the no." I said simply. I kept my eyes on the road, ignoring the puppy dog look that Puck was no doubt giving me.

"Please, Tana?"

Just keep your eyes on the road.

That worked when we were eleven.

It's not gonna work.

You're not a soft-

"Okay, fine." I breathed, looking over at him and smiling. He broke out into a grin and punched my arm lightly.

"Thanks, S. You're the best."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I watched Puck out of the corner of my eye for a moment before looking back to the road. Pavement dissapeared behind us as we made our way down the road.

"So, what's the story you had to tell me?" Puck asked from beside me, turning his body to face me.

"You're not gonna believe this." I said and then began to relive everything that happened after Puck left me stranded in the fucking wilderness. When I finished recounting the night, Puck's eyes were wide and his jaw was agape.

"And get this," I started lifting my shirt up to expose where the bite was. "I woke up and it was gone. And weird stuff has been happening."

Puck looked at me funny and then shook his head in disbelief. "No way."

I told you he wasn't gonna believe me.

"I swear. I've been tripping major balls all morning." I admit, looking over at him and pleading with my eyes for him to believe me. His jaw flexes and he opens his mouth.

"And you said it was a wolf? Santana, even I know there isn't wolves in Lima."

I look at him and roll my eyes. "I said that already. But I swear it looked like a wolf. And I even heard the howl."

He still didn't believe me. My best friend thought I was crazy. That's just fucking dandy.

"Why would I lie?"

"I believe you, I'm just trying to process it."

I scoffed. "Yeah, that tiny brain of yours is kicking into overdrive isn't it."

We didn't talk for a while, and when I pulled into the Walmart parking lot, things started getting weird again. I heard music thumping from a car a few isles over. I couldn't make out the words, but I could definitely hear a beat. I was on edge and I think Puck noticed.

It got worse when we walked into the store. I grabbed a shopping cart and began pushing it down the linoleum floors. I could hear the faint squeak of the wheels and I could hear people talking. I no one else was on the chip isle with us.

Puck picked up a bag of Lays Sour Cream and Onion Chips, some Nacho Cheese Doritos and Tortilla chips and put them in the buggy. They clattered to the bottom of it. I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw, trying to drown out the murmur of voices.

"You okay?" Puck asked, studying my face intently. I shook my head. I needed to sit down.

My ears were ringing and I could hear people's conversations, people that weren't even on the same isle as us, might I add.

"I told you weird stuff has been happening " I warned, leaning my weight against the cart and finally starting to drown out the conversations. I just had to concentrate on one thing at a time. That thing just so happened to be Puck.

"Like?"

I looked into Puck's hazel eyes and sniffed. He was standing a few feet away from me but I could still definitely smell his cologne.

"Like that you're wearing Polo Cologne. And the person in the isle beside us doesn't know whether to buy chicken or beef Ramen Noodles. And this morning I could smell the gum in my Mom's pocket and then I heard her talking on the phone from all the way up in my room."

Puck looked at me differently now. No incredulity, just trust in his eyes.

"Whoa."

"Yeah, I know. What if its like an infection. My body is flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or have a stroke or something?"

What?

It's all rational.

"And all of this started after the bite?" Puck asked as we continued shopping. I picked up a bunch of bananas and put it in the plastic bag thing, which I just learned how to work. It's actually alot more difficult then you would think.

"I know what you have." Puck said, smiling at me. I turned to face him and winced when my shoes squeaked.

"Lycanthropy."

My throat got dry. "Shut the hell up. That's not even funny."

Puck howled and I slapped him in the back of the neck. Yeah, I do that alot.

He started laughing and I gripped the buggy until my knuckles turned white. He was so irritating. I try to be serious and he just laughs. What if something really is wrong with me? That asshole wouldn't know the difference. I pushed the cart out into the middle of the isles and collided with something hard.

I looked up to see none other than Finn Hudson staring down at me. Finn is the biggest asshole at our school. He's captain of the football team and thinks he owns everybody. He goes around life pushing people around getting whatever he wants. And that apparently works for him because he's dating HBIC Quinn Fabray. Needless to say, Puck and I hate him, for different reasons though.

"Watch it Frankenteen." I barked, staring up at the abnormally tall oaf and glaring.

"You ran into me, so take a step out of personal bubble and let me get through." He barked out orders like he owned me. And that was so not how it worked. I felt anger boil up inside my body. It heated the blood running through my veins and I gritted my teeth. I looked down at my hands and my jaw fell open when I saw my fingernails turn into claws. The change was gradual, not slow but not instantly. I watched them transform from perfectly manicured to sharp, long and pointed. I stared down at them for a moment.

"You gonna get out of my way or am I gonna have to move you?" Finn bellowed.

I had the sudden urge to punch him so hard in the face that all his orca friends would feel it. Then I could call up the coast guard and tell them we found Willy.

"What's going on here?" I heard Puck say. I hadn't even noticed he was here. His body loomed over mine protectively and I turned to see him staring Finn down.

"Nothing." Finn said and then brushed past us. I looked back down at my hands only to see them back to normal.

"Asshole." Puck grumbled, grabbing grapes and putting them in the almost full cart.

"Yeah," I whispered, glancing at my hands one more time before continuing to shop. Weird stuff was definitely happening.