I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. Again.

I just suck at this WIP stuff. But I was physically unable to write this chapter for so long. Every time I tried to write it, the words would not type out. It was terrible, and I'm so sorry. I'm not even sure how long it's been. Crap, I'm sorry.

Okay, I know you're all probably going to hate me after this.

I don't own Glee, or any of its characters. At all. We'd never get any new episodes if I did…

This is all un beta-ed, so all mistakes are mine. Feel free to point them out.

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Blood

They fanned out, forming a loose semi-circle before me. Sloppy. Pathetic. Untrained. I bared my teeth in a snarling grin. Eight of them. Eight sets of fangs, eight vicious minds all working against me.

Childsplay.

"Well. If it isn't the illustrious princess of the Darkling race." One of them stepped forward slightly and I focused my eyes on him, but kept my attention roaming. I couldn't let even one of them go unwatched.

The vampire bowed mockingly, smirking at me. I didn't like him.

"I'm sorry, have we been introduced?" I asked.

"Not face to face." He said. His voice was precise. Educated and flowing. "But I've had many dealings with your work. And, of course, that of your brother and his hunters. I've studied so much of it, in fact, I feel as though I know you."

"I'm flattered you've taken such an interest. You should be pleased to know you'll be experiencing it first hand before the night is out." I smiled sweetly, palming a blade from my belt.

"Don't be so sure, Princess." He sneered. "There are eight of us. You are good, one of the best they say, but can you fight all of us at once and still protect your human?"

I felt myself twitch. Shit. Dave. I forgot about Dave.

The vampire laughed coldly. "So he was right."

"What are you talking about?" How the hell could I have been so stupid?

"I was told about you, Princess. I was told that you've been alone so long you've forgotten how not to be. The second your fighting instinct was activated, you forgot all else. Including your little friend."

Shit. Shit. Fuck. Dave. What the hell do I do now?

"Wren, what the hell is going on? Do you know them?" Movement behind me. Dave had moved. Taken a step forward.

"Dave. Keep back." I said, gesturing with my left hand, silver knife gripped tightly in my right. "Just stay back there, and keep away from them."

"Wise words that won't save him, Princess."

"He's not part of this."

"No. But he certainly looks tasty." His eyes flashed blue as they looked over my shoulder, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. "Tasty indeed."

I took a step to block his view of Dave. "Sorry, but he's off the menu."

I could hear Dave saying something behind me, but I couldn't pay attention right then. I needed to kill the vampires and get him out of here.

No one moved. We were at a stalemate that someone needed to break.

"Going to make a move, Fang-Face?" I said, eyes darting around the semi circle. Weaknesses. A vampire on the right was hungry, young and inexperienced. He wasn't used to waiting for his food, and being in the presence of heightened nerves, adrenaline and human flesh was wearing on him. A film of sweat was starting to appear on his face.

"I think we'll wait for you to make the first mistake, Princess. I told you. I've studied your methods."

The young vampire started to twitch slightly, his eyes dating between me, Dave and his boss.

"Well, while we're waiting, why don't you tell me about this guy that told you about me? I'm very interested in him, and what he had to say."

"I never reveal my source. It makes them less inclined to talk to you again. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Naturally." This was taking too long. The fledging must have more control then I assumed. Time to speed this up.

Faster then the eye, even vampiric eyes, could see, I slashed my knife across my arm. Blood flowed, dropping to the ground in heavy drops. With an agonised shriek of fury, the fledging struck. But I wasn't there.

Leaping straight into the air, I flung my blade into the young vampire, landing lightly on the shoulders of another, and burying silver into its back. Before I could blink, another was rushing me from the side, driven into a frenzy by the scent of my blood. I dodged quickly and kicked him into another that was barrelling from the opposite direction, throwing another knife into the heart of the next. They came at me from all sides and I kicked, punched, slashed, jumped and stabbed my way through them, until the ground was littered with blood and remains. Where was- ah, there. The knife flew from my hand, striking the coughing and spluttering body of the leader. He gasped and groaned.

Leaping through the air, I landed on his chest, digging my knee into his sternum and twisting my knife in his stomach.

"Who told you about me?" I demanded.

He only glared at me, so I took another knife from my belt and slowly sank it between his ribs, twitching the blade slightly as I did. To his credit, he didn't scream. He jerked and gasped and wailed a little, but he didn't scream.

"You- You have an admirer, P-Princess." He gasped. I let up on the pressure of the knives. "Someone's looking into your past, present and making a hole in your future."

"Who?" I asked.

"Some boy." I grabbed the knife handle again. "Wait! I don't know who! Some boy approached me. Said he knew where to find you and how to take you down. He gave us all the information we needed."

The signs. The vamp signs had been scrubbed from the town. And how had they snuck up on me tonight? My senses where attuned to danger, and yet they'd gotten so close to us tonight. How?

"This boy. Tell me about him."

He shrugged as best he could. "Not much to tell. He had that whole, 'mysterious' vibe coming off him. Melodramatic little brat. But he said that he could wipe the town clean and get us close to you. Close enough for a taste." He muttered the last part, his entire focus glued to the gash on my arm.

"A taste? Of my blood?" What?

"Of course. And they told me you were intelligent." He rolled his eyes as best he could while wincing. I pushed the blade in a little further. "O-of course of your blood. You're a Hunter, you know what Darkling blood is."

Duh. Naturally I knew what Darkling blood was. It was one of the first things taught to us. Ever.

Darking blood was like a highly potent drug to vampires. But not the good kind of drug, from a vamps point of view anyway. It was literally so strong, even a small amount could drive the vampire insane. Like, rocking, crying in the corner, clutching its knees, screaming from the hallucinations and pain, insane. The scent both attracted them, as any blood would, and repelled them, their senses recognising the danger for what it was. Though, I had read something once, about vampires doing experiments on other vampires. There where stories of vamps craving Royal blood.

The blood of my family, because of the magic that flowed through our veins, was said to be extremely powerful, healing and strengthening their bodies, letting them feel the power that we possessed, even if only for a little while. But even Royal blood still destroyed them. The physical enhancements had done nothing to abate or affect the mental trauma suffered. Our blood was dangerous to them, and all their senses told them that.

No vampire, with even an ounce of self-preservation would ever drink Darkling blood willingly. Ever. So, what the hell was he on about?

"Darkling blood is practically lethal to vampires. Why would you want it?" I asked.

He snorted derisively, as if I was the one making no sense. "Stupid girl. Yes, Darkling blood is bad. Even the magic of the Royal blood is dangerous. But you, dear princess, are not purely Darkling." And with that, I felt the very blood he was talking about run cold.

He smirked. "There, you understand now. Human blood is not only good for us. It sustains us. We need it. And your blood is half human. The drug of Darkling blood, diluted enough by human blood to be drunk without negative side effects. And the magic of the Royals. The power of the world at your fingertips. All wrapped into one, pretty little package." He tilted his head, his eyes sliding back down to my arm. He moaned. "Even now, I can smell it. Even just a little taste could heal me completely. Fix everything you've broken tonight. And, may I just say, it smells absolutely incredible."

This couldn't be happening. Surely, someone would have figured this by now. This couldn't be news to us. How could I have not known this? Holy shit.

I was freaking out. I knew that. But I couldn't stop myself. I just couldn't.

And then he looked me right in the eye. His dead, direct gaze, not wavering, not a slight hesitation. "Someone's coming for you, Princess. Someone knows what you are, and they're coming for you. You're ambrosia to our kind, and soon, you're going to die. The last thing you'll see will be the blue of a vampire's eyes. The last thing you'll feel will be the life draining from your body, drop by drop. I wonder how it will feel, knowing that your blood, your power, will be what gives the strength to finally eradicate your kind? Your friends. Your brother. Live with that princess. It might not be me, but soon, someone will taste you. And then, they'll be unstoppable."

He started to laugh.

"What the fuck is so funny?" I whispered. My voice sounded so weird. Breathy, far away. Confused. Even scared. Oh shit.

"I was just thinking that, he was right. Again."

"Right about what?"

"You are so easily distracted." He chuckled and moved his head to look at the ground behind me.

Oh fuck! I spun, plunging and twisting the blade into his heart, hearing his smug laugh cut off mid-chuckle. But I didn't hear it. Not really.

All my attention was focused on the body behind me. The warm, human, blood covered body.

Dave.

NO!

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I know, I suck! I'm sorry, especially after the last Glee episode!

Seriously! Oh my god! There are no words to describe what I felt in that episode! Just, Oh My God.

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