She's avoiding them.
Well, mainly him.
She's still not sure of what the hell happened the other night.
She'd planned to spend the evening listening to music and doing her school work because she was behind, being the new kid and all.
But, apparently, someone else had something else in mind.
Some bitch had burst into her house and tried to eat her, or drink her blood, at least.
But that didn't really make a difference.
The only thing that was occupying her mind was her encounter with the guy who saved her life.
She knew who he was, by face and by name. Finn Hudson. Attractive high school-er.
That was it.
Apart from the fact that he mentioned that he was vampire.
She doesn't know whether to laugh at the idea or lock herself up in her room for a entire lifetime out of pure fright.
If he's telling the truth, she can't be too scared of him, she imagines. He did save her life, after all. She should mainly be scared at the thought of that girl returning and actually succeeding in biting her, if that is what she was planning to do.
It's lunchtime, and she sits down at the table with Kurt and Tina as she grown accustomed to do.
They were her friends now, she presumed. They didn't hang out or anything after school, but she wasn't the kind of girl to do that sort of thing anyway.
"Oh, my God! Hottie Quarterback is headed this way." Kurt spills, slamming his hands down on the table with exclamation.
Rachel turns her back around, spotting Finn approaching their table.
Blood sucking quarterback? Interesting, she thinks.
"Hi." He starts, casting his gaze down at her, "Can we talk?" He questions.
She thinks about it for a second, before standing up. He can't do her any harm. She avoids Kurt's confused expression as she leaves the cafeteria, trailing behind Finn. The other students stare at them and she wonders if they know about everything or if they're just wondering why the popular guy is speaking to the new girl and leading her out of the building.
The second theory is more logical.
The rain is falling outside and she pulls her sweater closer to her body and tugs the hood over her head. He doesn't seem bothered and leads out to the football field. She guesses everybody else is inside because the field is empty and there's not a person in sight.
"You're not going to murder me out here, are you?" She jokes and he gently smiles.
His shakes his head, "No, don't worry."
They walk under the bleachers and she wonders why they have to go so far.
"What's with the privacy?"
He stops in front of her bluntly, and she stumbles backwards, "Do you remember what I told you, two nights ago?"
She doesn't feel comfortable talking about this.
"Yes. Why? That bitch out to eat me again?"
"No, we've got Santana under control for now." She wants to ask who we is, but she's guessing that she'll find out pretty soon.
The brunette nods, letting her hands fall to her sides, "Good, I don't plan on being someone's dinner."
"That's not how it works." He tells her sharply and she raises an eyebrow.
She's kind of starting to believe this whole thing, mainly because he seems hot and mysterious, like she'd read in books. And because that girl tried to bite her neck, which pretty much proves it.
"Then how does it work?"
He sighs, "We don't devour our prey. You probably just got the wrong idea, but Santana is quite a monster when it comes to it." She frowns and he continues, "We bite, Rachel, like you already guessed, but that's it. After the bite, the victim's circulation is cut off."
She shudders at the thought of somebody dying.
"So, they die? I could have died?"
"It goes two different ways. They die, or they turn." He explains and takes a step closer to her. "In order to turn, they have to be revived with our blood, vampire blood. In your case, you would have had to turn."
"What do you mean, in my case? What, I get special treatment because one of you failed the first time."
Finn shakes his head again, "No, Santana should have never done that. She's not the designated one for your turning."
"Well then, who is? The Malibu Barbie she's always hanging out with?"
"No." He stared down at her, taking her hand in his own, "I am." She senses the spark pass through them again and shivers at the feeling passing through her spine. Her body starts to tremble slowly, and the way he runs his hands up and down her arms isn't helping her.
She feels herself lean into him, her head leaning backwards and the hood of her sweater falling away.
He steps closer to her again and clasps her hands between his own, intertwining their fingers together. She softly groans and a sensation of desire passes through her womanhood to her chest to her head.
He lets her hands drop to her sides and her eyes open quickly.
"What the-"
"Once you turn, that reaction you just had will only be more intense." He informs her and her breathing returns back to normal speed.
She gulps, "That was amazing."
Finn smirks, "But I can't turn you yet."
"Why not?" She sounds slightly pissed off and he wonders where her sudden appetite came from.
"Because you're not ready. It's not an easy process, Rachel. You have to be completely certain that it's what you want, you can't just make some fast decision based on those thirty seconds."
"Then tell me everything I need to know." She places one foot in front of the other, walking even closer to him, "Or, I'll just keep touching you until you do."
Her hand reaches out to him and he quickly steps back, "They just had to pair me with you. You're going to be such a handful."
She's much more animalistic then anyone he knows ever was. And he's pretty certain that she's going to be so much fun."
"It'll happen, and soon, don't worry. It runs in our families, Rachel. You're next in the Berry blood line, you're meant to be a vampire. I just can't do it yet."
She huffs and crosses her arms over her chest like a child, "And what am I meant to do during the meantime? Touch myself?"
He blinks at her words and holds back a groan. He can't help but imagine her doing it.
"You do... whatever you like. Just try not to touch me."
She wonders how her entire attitude about this whole thing changed within the sake of ten minutes.
She's curious as to where her new-found desire for him came from, but she kind of likes it.
"You can meet the others later." He tells her and she nods, her gaze on the wet ground. He's still soaking wet and she likes the way the rain glimmers on his face.
"OK."
"Are you an idiot?" Quinn exclaims, throwing her hands up in the air.
Finn rolls his eyes, "Can someone shut her up?"
The brunette beside him licks her lips and folds her arms across her chest again.
She almost groans when Quinn, the Malibu Barbie, speaks up again, voicing her opinion towards her.
"She's not ready, Finn. You shouldn't have brought her here."
There in a cabin in the woods that they'd discovered a year ago. It's abandoned, so it's not like anybody will be visiting it any time soon.
They keep all of their stolen blood supplies in the place and it serves pretty well as their secret spot.
"She's fine." He leans down to Rachel, careful not to touch her, "Don't listen to her. She's just pissed because Sam almost got found out."
"He did not! Fuck you!" She walks off into another room, and Sam follows, leaving the pair behind with an awfully quiet Santana.
She stands up, and Rachel's taken aback when she suddenly appears right in front of her, "How've you been, Sweetie? Good?" She teases her, resting a hand on her shoulder. She pushes Rachel's hair behind her shoulder and the girl can't move. "You want to give me another chance?"
Finn stops flipping threw books and quickly pushes the girl away from her, "What did I tell you?" He threatens her, holding her back roughly against the wall.
She smirks, "Geez, Finny, chill out. I'm just having fun. Your girl knows I was just joking."
She trails away, all of a sudden appearing at the top of the rickety stairs. "See you around, Sweetie."
Rachel cowls and looks up at Finn, "Is she always like that?"
"Most of the time, you'll get used to it... eventually." He tells her and ushers her to sit down on the couch beside her.
"I don't think I can get used to the extra speed. Maybe the sexual-cravings thing, but not that. It'll make my head spin."
He chuckles, and throws her a dusty black book, "Read this."
She frowns, "What is it?" She flips it over once and opens the first page. It's really old, she can tell from the state of the shrivelled tea-coloured pages.
"Part One of your education. If you want me to turn you faster, start reading."
She smiles and casts her eyes down to the book with a deep sigh, "Let's get started."