A/N: if this chapter is confusing i'm sorry, but everything in this needed to be said so we can move to the the good stuff. Anyway, chapter 2...
Quinn ran her hands up and down Mercedes' leg on the bed, finally reaching the insides of her thighs, Mercedes moaned as Quinn's hands got closer and closer to her sweet spot.
"Quinn... Don't, i'm tired and we just did it twice." Mercedes pleaded with her lover.
"Uh uh babe, it's your birthday, and I promised you three things..." Quinn pushed two fingers inside of her girlfriend slowly running them up and down her slit, teasing her mercilessly.
"One, that diamond necklace you kept eyeing whenever we went to the department store, Two, the very expensive Gucci dress which you didn't spend much time in, and lastly... mutiple orgasms."
Quinn smirked at Mercedes, watching her back arch and chest swell from her teasing. Quinn finally removed her hand, quickly replacing it with her lips. Mercedes was already hot and ready for her from the first two mind blowing orgasms so once Quinn reached her clit with her tongue this time, Mercedes was screaming as another orgasm quickly came through her. Quinn lapped up all her juices and let Mercedes ride her face, as she came down from her high. She came up from between her legs and laid on top of Mercedes, skin to skin, nipples to nipples grazing against each other as they kissed eachother sensually.
After a heavy make out session, Quinn rolled over to the other side of the bed and they curled up next to eachother. Mercedes fingers softly ran through Quinn's hair, and that's when Quinn asked, "So baby... Did you have a good birthday?"
Mercedes kissed Quinn's slightly puffy pink lips and said, "The best one yet... But there is one more thing I need from you... You can say it's my one last birthday wish."
Quinn smirked and asked, "and what might that be?"
"I need you... to open your legs."
"Ma'am! Miss Jones can you hear me?" the pastor said to Mercedes. Mercedes snapped out of her memories and said,
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear that... Can you repeat what you just said?"
"I said, are you ok? I know the service is over but I was watching you and... You didn't seem like you were all the way here. I know how hard this must be on you, I just wanted to see if you were alright?"
What kind of question was that? Of course she wasn't alright! she was at her fiancé's funeral... With all of Quinn's family and friends talking about Quinn's life and crying their eyes out about a person they hardly liked in the first place. The fake friends and family wasn't even the worse part, Mercedes could deal with all of that, what she couldn't deal with however was... that she wasn't techinally burying anybody.
Quinn's body wasn't found at the crime scene. The police said that Quinn would've died on impact in the accident, yet they found no trace of a dead body or otherwise. Just alot of blood and some skin fibers. When Quinn's parents found out, they didn't seem to care much, but when Mercedes found out however, she lost her shit and demanded that they do a search party for Quinn. She held onto hope that she was still alive and maybe she crawled out of the vehicle trying to get help. The police took her theory into consideration and did as she asked, after 4 days of searching for Quinn they came up with nothing. They gave up the search and told Mercedes it would be best to try to move on. After that Mercedes was broken, how the fuck could she move on? She didn't even understand how this all happened in the first place. One moment they were happy and Quinn was going to get a promotion and they were going to be married, then it all came crashing down around her. The police even said there was no sign of any other driver but Quinn being on the road that night. It was almost like Quinn committed suicide. Mercedes cried for a week straight once the police told her they were giving up the search. She was so depressed and desolate that her mom had to help her plan the funeral.
And now here she was, at the graveyard, burying just the casket of the woman she loved and all she could think about was the last time they were truly happy... Her birthday. Quinn NEVER took off of work but that day she did, Mercedes was turning 25 and Quinn surprised her by showering Mercedes with gifts that were far too expensive, and then an even more expense dinner at the new french restaurant that opened near Quinn's house. After that they came back to her place and they made love all night long, neither of them going to work the next day. Then a week later, Quinn dies. It was all just... fucking unfair! Mercedes kept thinking to herself.
"Miss Jones?" the pastor said once again.
"I'm sorry... I'm just thinking about a lot of things lately... But yes I'm okay, now, if you will excuse me." Mercedes made her way from the grave yard to her car. She was looking down absently, not really noticing where she was walking when she bumped into a man. It had started raining hard and their umbrella's collided, one hitting Mercedes right in the nose.
"I'm so very sorry!" he said to her. Mercedes finally looked up at him and said, "It's... alright."
"No.. It isn't I'm so damn clumsy!" he bent down to pick hers up and handed back to her.
"It's okay, really! I'm a bit clumsy myself." she said trying to calm the seemingly nervous man down.
"Good job Sam... Bump into a grieving woman at a cemetery... What would Stacy think of you?" Sam mumbled to himself while trying, but failing to fix his umbrella.
Mercedes watched him for a second, his hands were shaking, his entire body soaked from the rain, he seemed nervous. But also he seemed sad, kind of like she was at this very moment. Mercedes easily deduced that he just came from a funeral as well (after all they were both standing in a graveyard) and she decided to lend him a much needed hand as she took the umbrella from him and fixed the flap he was having a hard time with, then handed it back to him.
"Th-thank you." Sam said kindly.
"No problem... I have to go, but hang in there ok?" she said modestly. That's all she heard all day "Hang in there Mercedes." she had to admit it was comforting alittle, she hoped this man felt the same.
"Pardon me?" Sam asked confused.
"I'm sorry if that was forward if me, but you seem I don't know... Nervous, I was just offering some advice that's all." Mercedes retorted.
"Oh!" Sam laughed lightly, " Oh no, I'm not nervous... Well, actually I am, I'm here to talk to my sister. Did that sound weird? It did... Umm my sister died two years ago, sometimes i come to vist her grave... And i don't know why I just told you that... I'm rambling... Good job Sam." he bit his lip nervously and looked anywhere but at Mercedes
"For what it's worth, I don't think you're weird. I used to come to my father's grave and talk to him all the time when i was little, and now... I just buried my fiancé, oh god... Look who's oversharing now..." Mercedes looked down, embarassed... Did she just admit to a stranger that she used to talk to her dead dad? More importantly did he just admit to doing the same thing?
Sam looked up at her as she looked down, her face was sullen, and she looked so sad (mixed with a little embarassed)... Like nothing in the world mattered anymore, Sam remembered that feeling, two years ago... And even though he was better now, the pain never truly goes away.
"I... I'm so sorry for your loss..." he extended his hand out to her and said, "I'm Sam, umm... And I know what you are going through."
Mercedes didn't shake his hand back, after he told her he knew what she was going through, something in her snapped... So she just bitterly repiled,
"Sam is your name huh? Tell me sam, how does me burying my fiancé today compare to you losing your sister two years ago? I don't get to see the person i love ever again, I didn't get to say that I loved Quinn the night before she hung up on me... The night she died in a brutal car accident. and the police? They don't give a shit. Her parents? They don't care that no fucking body was found at the crime scene. Her friends? They just asked me if i was going to sell her stuff or keep it cause their were a few things they'd like to "buy" off of me. It seem that NOBODY cared about Quinn dying but ME... You don't know my life Sam... You don't know the struggle I had getting up this morning and every fucking morning for that matter knowing that Quinn is not there beside me."
"Look, I didn't mean to upset you, I was just-" he tried to walk towards her but Mercedes backed away and cut him off.
"Just please... Leave me the hell alone." mercedes wiped the tear that was forming in her eyes and she pratically ran to her car, leaving Sam there confused as to what the hell he said wrong.
Quinn woke up on cold stone... She looked around her, the place was dark, it looked like a cave. All she could hear was crackling of fire bristling in the background.
"Hello?" Quinn called out to no one. She said it again two more times before a dark hooded figure came up from the shadows.
"Good... You've awakened." he said.
"Is this some sort of practical joke? Where the fuck am I?" Quinn asked. As soon as she saw him she became frightend. She was completely naked save for the small sheet she woke up with, she cradled the sheet closer as she looked over him. Quinn couldn't see his face yet but his hands were showing, he had long dark finger nails peeping through his robe.
"What is the last thing you remember?" he asked circling her.
"I... I think I was on the road, talking to my girlfriend and this car came out of nowhere made me crash into a tree... Can you please tell me what happened?"
He finally stopped in front of her, and slowly took down his hood, revealing his burnt face and red and black symbols marked all over. His teeth rottened and yellowing. He began walking towards her slowly, methodically, Quinn was beyond horrified, Who was this guy? He certainly isn't human. Why didn't he just kill her already? What did he want with her?
"You want to know what happened sweet girl? That's easy... You died." he smiled deviously at Quinn's immediate shocked expression.
"I... I'm fucking dead?" Quinn stepped away from him dramatically and fell back against the stone. "Oh God! I'm dead!" she said again yelling. She looked around her once more, she noticed there were no lights, no angels, no... Happiness. Sadly she asked, "Did I go to hell?"
"Not Quite... I saved your soul from enternal damnation, for a purpose."
"What? So I'm not dead?" Quinn asked confused.
"To the mortal world... Yes you are. But that will soon change, once you are reborn."
"Reborn? What the hell are you saying! You gonna turn me into some sort of fucking baby again? Who are you? What do you want from me?"
Quinn spat angrily.
"You ask so many question sweet girl. I shall only answer one. No... You will not be a baby again, but you will be reborn. The new Quinn. A Quinn that fears no one, a Quinn that has century old creatures bowing at her feet, a Quinn that will spare no life, show no mercy... A Quinn so full of evil and pure hate that it consumes you to where the only thing you can think of getting is bitter sweet revenge. You will be immortal, you will be vengeful, you will be pure evil. But most importantly dear Quinn, you will live again. What do you say? Join me Quinn, learn my ways, do my bidding... And you can return to the mortal world once again!"
"YOU GO TO HELL!" Quinn screamed at him, she tried to run but every passage way quickly became blocked by the subtle wave of his hands, leaving Quinn trapped in darkness. She could see nothing but his face haunting her deceptively.
He grabbed her hands roughly and screamed in her face, "Look around you! THIS IS MY HELL! And it'll be yours as well if you do not join me! You cannot escape this, but i am offering you a chance to be alive again Quinn. If you say yes, Women will revere you, men will fall at your feet, and everything you ever wished for in the world would be yours."
He stuck his hand out to her, his long red and black corroded fingers waiting for Quinn to take.
"I'll never join you! You sick bastard!" Quinn cried out, pushing away from him to look into the darkness.
"Not even for your precious Mercedes?" He asked with a smile.
"How do you know about Mercedes?" Quinn was worried now... If he knew about Mercedes that means he could hurt her. Quinn would never let that happen. She'd die before that happen... Well again.
"I know that even in death you still love her... I know you ache to see her once again. If you follow me you will be able to do just that... Was she not the love of your life? The one woman who brought light to your otherwise dimmed existence?"
Quinn looked down at his hand and thought about it. The reality was, she was dead.. And in what seemed like hell. But this... Creature, whatever he was, was offering her a chance to live again, to see Mercedes once again. He was offering her another shot at living. The question was: Was she willing to do it even though she knew she had to do something evil to get what she wanted?
Quinn saw Mercedes smiling face flash through her thoughts and immediately knew her answer.
"What do I have to do?"