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Chapter 3
Santana heard the finely polished wood of the 18th century armoire shatter beneath the granite hard bones of her back and shoulders. She tensed the muscles of her legs, ready to spring forward as soon as her feet connected with the floor, but no sooner had she begun to slide down the ragged pieces of the doors, and Quinn was upon her, fingers cuffed around her neck, holding Santana, legs kicking and teeth gnashing, in the air at arms length. Then Quinn retracted her arm towards her body, bringing Santana with it, and crashed her lips against the brunette's sneering ones. Santana snarled into Quinn's mouth, but returned the kiss with full force, battling the blonde's skilled tongue with her own. Quinn's tongue explored her mouth with a wild hunger, tasting her fully, running her tongue viciously over the smooth line of Santana's teeth, as her canine's were retracted. Santana threw her arms about Quinn, drawing the strong body against her, feeling the heat that radiated from Quinn in waves. Quinn's hand had released its death grip on her neck and now both hands clawed and groped at the firm swell of Santana's ass. Santana moved her mouth to the smooth line of Quinn's neck. She press hot, open mouthed kisses down the sweetly sloping skin, and laterally across her shoulder where she ended the assault with a possessive bite. Her teeth broke the skin, and Quinn let out a breathy hiss, laced slightly with pain but fit to burst with pleasure. Santana pulled away to gaze briefly at her handiwork. But, just as always, the blood-ringed brand instantly began to heal over. Tendrils of Quinn's skin reached out across the canyon of blood and exposed muscle where Santana's teeth had sunken in. The ropes of flesh wound together, soundlessly stitching themselves in a tight lacework and pulling together, leaving not even a hint of a scar, only irritated redness that would fade momentarily.
They always made sure that their aggressive love play never turned too violent; one angry impulse and the venom would begin to pour through their veins, their canines and fingernails would fly out to their razor sharp length, and the damage inflicted on each other would be irreversible. The skin wouldn't suture itself, it would burn and die, withering under the invasive parasite of another vampire's venom, and the victim would be left with a forever simmering, open sore.
Having had enough of Santana's play at dominance, Quinn spun the latina toward the bed. She moved behind her, hurriedly brushing Santana's hair out of the way and inserting her fingers into the top of the brunette's form fitting white dress. Without much effort, Quinn yanked and the fabric ripped clean down the middle. She pulled the strapless garment off and flung it to the floor, leaving Santana clad in only a thin, white thong.
"God damn it, Quinn!" Santana snarled. "That was one of my favorites!"
Quinn let out a growl, effectively silencing her lover's complaints, and placed her hands between Santana's shoulder blades, pushing firmly until she was bent over, ass out, palms flat against the bed. Hooking one finger under the string band of Santana's thong, Quinn gave a tug and shed the latina of her underwear. Quinn ran her hands greedily over the curve of Santana's ass, the fine plane of her back, underneath the to firm mounds of her breasts. Quinn palmed them callously, eliciting a deep groan from Santana, whose dark eyes flashed back at her from over her shoulder, filled to the brim with deep, black, want. Quinn stroked her hands downward, loving the feel of Santana's taught abdominal muscles quivering under her fingertips. As she reached the apex of Santana's legs, she hedged slowly downward, only to stop at the last moments and hook her hands on the inside of the brunette's now quaking thighs.
"Spread your legs," Quinn demanded, and Santana obliged without hesitation. Quinn removed her hands, taking a moment to stand back and admire her prize. When she could wait no longer, she stroked her right hand delicately up the back of Santana's thigh. Up, up, up, until her fingers came in contact with irrefutable evidence of Santana's arousal.
"Mmm," Quinn hummed in delight, making gentle circles around the spring from which the stream of desire flowed. Desperate for contact, Santana's body shuddered, but she knew better than to try and roll her hips back into Quinn, to try and force acquiescence. She had made just that mistake the first time Quinn had taken her, and the ever present reminder of that lesson was still burning on her forearm, a perfect circle of raw, ragged flesh, broken only by the two smoldering holes left by Quinn's fangs.
Finally, Quinn could take it no more. She sheathed herself, knuckle-deep inside Santana, her fingers working in strong, driving thrusts. A choked sob escaped Santana's throat at the heavenly filling,
"Aaah! Yes...yes..." she panted, spreading her legs wider, allowing Quinn deeper. Quinn moaned at Santana's trembling cries, the way her warmth swallowed her fingers greedily. Feeling her own need throb between her legs, Quinn slid her free hand into the front of her jeans and began working furious circles over her clit.
"Quinn, I-uh, fuck-I'm close." Santana moaned huskily, the overwhelming buzz seeping through her body, reverberating in her vocal chords.
"I want you to come," Quinn growled, feeling herself rapidly approaching the edge. The slid a third finger against two already drenched digits, and entered the brunette a final time, summoning all the power in her wiry arm, curling her fine, strong fingers inside of her.
"Fuck! Quinn!" Santana came with an animal scream, and Quinn, groaning lowly, tumbled after her. Santana, knees weak and trembling treacherously, let herself fall forward onto the bed, her naked form coated in a sheen of sweat. Quinn brought her hand to her mouth, and cleaned her fingers of the remnants of Santana. She loved the way the adolescent vampire tasted; rich, dark, biting, and young, like the sharp tang of lemon, only without the unpleasant aftertaste.
Quinn appraised Santana's panting, nude form for a few minutes before she spoke,
"Get dressed," she stated, "we're going to hunt."
Santana rolled over in all her naked glory, eyeing the older vampire, and smirking to herself at the way, even after sex, Quinn's pupils still dilated and her face still flushed with lust when she looked at Santana.
"Where are we going," Santana hedged, hesitant to bring up the questions that had been hounding her since their encounter with the werewolf a few days earlier.
"Maybe the woods, outside Bakersfield?" She posed tentatively, trying to keep any inclination of guilt or motives from her voice. Quinn's eyes flashed with immediate distrust.
"Why do you want to go there?" Her hazel eyes narrowed and Santana felt the scrutiny on her, scratching her skin, trying to work its way in.
"I...no reason really. I just, well, I was curious as to whether that werewolf made it out of there, or, hopefully, we killed it." she added "hopefully" in a desperate attempt to keep the quelling rage dancing in the twitch of Quinn's mouth from manifesting itself in a full-fledged, fanged snarl.
"We're not going back there." Quinn barked, her face a slate of marble, unmoving, unhearing. "I told Sam what happened, and the entire coven has been given strict orders to keep away from there. We don't know how many of them there are, and frankly, I don't give a flying fuck. They're pests. The cut into our food supply, and they're careless, slobbering, mongrels."
"But," Santana protested, her curiosity driving her outside the bounds of caution, "she was human. I mean, she turned back. She wasn't like us. She...her heart, I could hear it. I just didn't know that...that they got to keep that part..." she trailed off, her voice tinged with a longing.
"Any link to humanity makes you vulnerable." Quinn scoffed. "It's nothing to envy, Santana. Now get dressed, I'm thirsty." And with that, Quinn turned on her heels and walked to the door, "I'll wait for you in the courtyard."
"Ok," Santana plastered a grin on her face to content the elder vampire. But, as she rooted through the rubble of her wardrobe, scooping up an outfit, she resolved that she would go back. She would find that werewolf. Or, better yet, she would find that blonde haired, blue eyed human, that had been haunting the shadows of her mind for days.
A/N:
The next chapter will follow Brittany and the aftermath of her encounter with Santana and Quinn. Review!