AN: Woah, a lot of love on the last chapter! Awesome! Thank you all very much! So to say this chapter went in a completely direction than I had planned would be a major understatement. Haha. (I blame all the Chelsea Lately and Gilmore Girls I've been watching these past few days). So if this chapter's as absurd as I think it is, now you know why. Anyways, there are Glee quotes in here. Which are not mine.
So, please read. enjoy. review!
The second Quinn left him, Jacob felt as though the entire weight of the world had suddenly crashed down on him. His body reacted long before his brain even began to process what this meant. He grabbed a hold of the chair in front of him and threw it into the adjacent wall, the wood fracturing instantly upon impact. Even though his body continued to tremble violently (something he didn't even bother to try and control), he proceeded on dismantling every inch of his room, breaking every piece of what little furniture he had and just all around destroying everything he could get his hands on.
When he finally had nothing left to ruin, he stopped and found himself struggling to breathe properly, like a fish out of water and the air constricting around him. Knowing what was bound to come next, he threw himself out of his room and ran through the house before he could phase.
Thankfully he'd managed to keep his wolf at bay until he got outside, where he then exploded out of his skin. Usually this was where he would head toward the forest but the second his paws touched the ground, his legs started to buckle beneath his weight. He tried to push himself forward but he found himself stumbling along the way and before he knew it, he had collapsed all together.
He let out an agonized whimper as he tried to get his body to cooperate with him. But all attempts proved useless, as he couldn't even pluck up enough strength to lift his head off the ground.
So this is what happens when you lose your imprint, he thought with frustration and anguish as he once again tried to push himself up onto his feet.
Jake, Jake, are you okay, man? Jacob inwardly groaned when he heard Seth's voice in his head.
Just away and leave me alone, Seth. He retorted with a low growl before getting back onto his feet, only to struggle keeping his footing like a colt or something.
Jake, something's wrong, I can tell. I'm on my way. Jacob swore in his head but didn't bother to try and stop Seth, seeing as how he was already halfway to him already, that and well, he was a little too preoccupied with keeping himself upright to focus on anything but at the moment.
He sighed in relief when he found himself able to walk around again, although he dismissed the fact that he looked like a toddler waddling around after just learning how to walk.
Seth came barreling through the trees at that moment and laughed at the sight before him. Jake, you look like you're drunk.
Shut up. He snapped. A small whine escaped him a second later when the pressure of standing upright felt to be too much on his body. Seth followed his thoughts and immediately trotted up to him, moving beside him and helping him to keep his body upright by letting him lean his weight onto him.
Jacob reluctantly murmured, Thanks, Seth.
No problem, Jake. Seth replied. But what's going on with you? Why are you acting like this?
Pondering a response for a moment, he just shook his head and thought, Fuck it before he let his thoughts run free rein - something he hadn't allowed himself to do in the company of other wolves since before everything with Quinn happened. He filled Seth in on everything he'd been keeping from him and the pack, really not giving a damn about the repercussions now.
Woah, Jake. Was all Seth thought when he learned everything.
Yeah, woah. He snorted and sidestepped away from Seth so that he was no longer using him as support.
What are you going to do now? Seth inquired delicately, before moving around him.
Hope she comes back to me and try not to kill myself in the meantime. He retorted, exhaling deeply before forcing his body into the forest, despite the weakness he felt.
Seth knew better than to follow him and instead kept where he was. His ears flattened against his head and soft whimper escaped him as Jacob's tortured howl reverberated in his eardrums. He'd never heard that kind of a howl from his pack brother or from anyone for that matter, so he figured it was simply that of a wolf who had just lost his reason for existing.
A wolf's worst nightmare made reality.
Quinn shot Santana a questioning look before her attention snapped back in front of her just to ensure that the Devil in front of her really was a woman in a blood red tracksuit and not just some sudden hallucination her brain cooked up.
"Coach Sylvester was my Cheerio's coach back when I was human." Santana explained, the surprise still evident in her voice. "So, wait, did you just like, kick the bucket and get thrown down here and just decide to become the Devil or what?" Knowing Coach Sylvester, that wouldn't be such a far fetched idea.
"I highly doubt anyone can just become the Devil, Santana." Quinn murmured with the slight roll of her eyes.
"Santana Lopez." Sue began, a lazy smirk crossing her features. "I knew it would only be a matter of time before those old coots upstairs kicked you out. How you became an angel in the first place is beyond me."
Santana scoffed, nodding her head in agreement. "You and me both. Hell I know I'm more of a bad egg than Jackson here." She folded her arms across her chest and leaned back in her seat, her gaze flickering over to Becky. "And why do you even still wear your Cheerio's uniform? What'd you do, die in it or something?"
"I will cut you." Becky simply stated, pushing the bridge of her glasses up her nose and glaring at her.
"Down, Becky." Sue ordered as if talking to a dog.
Santana smirked but when Sue turned her attention back onto herself and Quinn, Becky gave her the bird.
"And to answer your question," Sue looked at Santana, "I did not become the Devil. I am the Devil. It's just every so often I get bored up here so I come down to earth in disguise and terrorize people, you know destroy their self-esteem. Make their lives a living hell and get them ready for what's in store in the future."
"So what do I, like, call you now?" Santana wondered, her brow furrowed. "The Devil, Ms. Devil, Lucifer, Luci, Satan, Coach Sylvester, Sue….?"
"The Almighty Awesome One, preferably." Sue retorted. "But Coach Sylvester will do."
Quinn frowned. "But why would you want to be called that if it's just an alias?"
Sue directed her attention onto Quinn. "And who are you?"
Quinn cleared her throat and straightened up her posture. "My name's-"
"Shut up. I know your name. I'm the Devil for Christ's sake. I know everything." Sue snapped, just before the red phone on the edge of her desk rang.
Huffing in frustration, she reached over and picked the phone up off the receiver before putting it to her ear. "WHAT? No….shut it big ears….Well poor you! You think that's hard? Try being the Devil…That's hard! And STOP CALLING ME!"
She slammed the phone down without hesitation and pushed it aside.
"Who was that, Coach?" Santana inquired, slightly amused.
"The president, who else." Sue spat before leaning back against her chair. "Ever since he sold his soul to me in order to win the re-election, he will simply not leave me alone. He's obsessed with me like the deprived and delusional Republican that he is. He keeps calling me up for favors. Some of them being of the sexual nature. Almost makes me want to give him his soul back." She shifted her eyes between the two confused angels across from her. "Almost."
"Right…" Quinn said slowly before shaking her head. "Anyways, as you already know we've been banished here for who knows how long. And I want to know if there's any way you can get us out of here."
Sue's eyes narrowed dangerously as she observed the young blonde, "You think you're too good for Hell, Fabray?"
Quinn folded her arms across her chest and gave a firm nod. "Yes."
"Bold statement for a girl who likes to spend her time fornicating with a minor who spends his days running around as a giant dog."
Quinn gave a small shrug, dismissing Coach Sylvester's comment all together. "Yes, well, it's the truth. I don't belong here and I want out." She wasn't going to let this woman, Devil or not, push her around and she most certainly wasn't going to rot in Hell for all eternity.
Sue glanced at Santana. "Ballsy girl, your friend."
"Would I befriend any other kind?" Santana retorted with a smirk.
Sue looked back at Quinn and then nodded her head approvingly at the both of them. "I want you two to join my cause."
"What?" Santana looked at her, confused.
Quinn stared at her, much like Santana was. "Are you saying that you want us to become demons?"
Sue nodded, smirking maliciously. "That's precisely what I'm saying. Come to the dark side. We have cookies."
Both Santana and Quinn gave her a weird look.
"No seriously, we have cookies." Sue snapped her fingers and a plate of cookies appeared in her hand. "This place is like a giant oven. We bake all the time." She offered the plate to them before taking a cookie. "Try our snicker doodles, they're to die for." She cackled at her own joke.
Becky chuckled beside her. "Good one, Coach."
"No thank you." Quinn replied with a curt shake of her head, to both the cookie offer and the demon offer.
"What about you?" Sue demanded, looking to Santana and snapping her fingers again, the plate disappearing. "You've practically got Satan in your name. If that's not a sign that you belong on my side, I don't know what is."
"It'll be just like when you were human, scheming and spying for me and doing whatever I say." she continued. "And if you join me I'll make you the most powerful demon there is. Well, aside from me."
Becky cleared her throat, prompting Sue to roll her eyes. "Okay, 2nd most powerful to me and Becky."
Santana scoffed. "I didn't take orders from that sly conniving little nugget bitch when I was alive and I sure as hell am not gonna do it now."
Sue shrugged. "Understandable. You can be co-head demons. How's that?"
"Tell me, why would I even want to become a demon?" Santana cocked her head to the side, awaiting a response.
"You like power. A demon has plenty of that. You like making people miserable. That's a demon's job. Now let's cut the chit-chat. Just give me your soul already so I can put you to work right away. I need someone to take out that damn Paris Hilton and her ugly fat girl sidekick so I don't have to watch their stupid mugs on television anymore."
Santana pondered this for a moment before nodding her head. "Okay. I'll be your head demon, give you my soul, whatever it is you want."
Quinn looked at her incredulously, "Santana, you can't be serious!"
Santana ignored her outcry and kept her attention on Sue. "…On one condition."
Sue eyed her curiously. "Name it."
"I want you to make Quinn human again and send her back to Earth." she firmly stated. "She was fucked over the last time around and she deserves a second chance."
"And what about you?" Sue wondered, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Why not ask me to make you human? Because, you know…last time I checked, one Brittany S. Pierce was still living comfortably in little old Lima, Ohio. Single."
Santana's jaw tightened for a brief moment before she shook her head. "Even if I was to become human, she's like thirty-five now and I'm still in my seventeen year-old body. She wouldn't want me looking like this."
Sue leaned forward and smirked, "But that is something I could fix."
"No." Santana shook her head again, pushing those thoughts aside. "This isn't about me. This is about Quinn. Now do we got a deal or not?"
"Santana-"
"Shut up, Q." she muttered under her breath, throwing a glare her way.
"Well, even if I wanted to turn Blondie human, which I don't, I don't have that kind of power. But the ones that do…" Sue pointed upward.
Santana swore loudly, shaking her head in disbelief. "Of course they do. So you can't help at all?"
Sue leaned back in her chair. "Oh I can. I could always talk to the Council on your behalf. I can be very persuasive when I want to be."
Quinn looked at her skeptically, biting back a scoff. "I highly doubt the Council will listen to you, let alone negotiate with you, of all people."
"Seriously, Q. Shut your mouth or I will shut it for you." Santana snapped. "I'm trying to get you out of here!"
"Well I don't want to get out of here if it means you have to lose your soul and become a demon!" she snapped back.
"It's what I want!" Santana exclaimed through gritted teeth.
"No, it's not!"
Santana rose from her seat and all but yelled, "Yes, it is!"
Quinn did the same. "No, it's not!"
"SHUT UP!" Sue barked, causing Santana and Quinn to close their mouths and quickly sit back down at the death glares they were receiving from her. "Now get out of here before I have Becky castrate you both. She does that now." Becky smiled proudly and nodded.
Quinn frowned at Sue. "I'm pretty sure you can only castrate males."
"Irrelevant. I stand by my statement."
A sudden thought occurred to Santana and figured she might as well ask about it. "Coach, just out of curiosity, are you the one who created vampires?"
She instantly regretted saying a word by the look she was being given. "Vampires are not demons in any way shape or form. I should punch you in the face for even insinuating such a thing. My creations are horrible, awful, but BAD ASS. Tell me, have you ever known something that sparkled to be BAD ASS? Of course not. For that stupid question I ought to kick you straight in the taco!"
Santana cringed and instantly crossed her legs and placed her hands in her lap.
"But I won't. If I did that I'd have to disinfect my shoes and then burn them just to kill your lady bit germs you know doubt have." Santana mentally sighed in relief.
The three of them sat in an awkward silence for a few seconds before Sue abruptly stood up out of her seat and walked around her desk. "You two are boring me now. I'm gonna go do something else."
"Wait a minute!" Santana stood up and spun around just as Sue stopped in front of the door. "So do we have a deal?"
Sue glanced back at her and sneered, "The Devil doesn't accept deals, she makes them."
Santana crossed her arms over her chest. "So is that a yes or a no?"
"It's a get out of my face before I punch you both out." she snapped before adding, "BECKY. DOOR." Becky ran to her boss' side and quickly opened the door for her and before she followed her out, she turned around and stuck her tongue out at both Santana and Quinn.
"So what the hell are we supposed to do now?" Santana huffed when Becky slammed the door shut, leaving her and Quinn alone.
Quinn shrugged, completely at a loss. "And what, does she just expect us to wait here until she comes back?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, the two of them suddenly popped out of the room without warning and reappeared somewhere outside. "Christ." Santana swore after they landed much like they had when the Council banished them down here. She hastily got to her feet and rubbed her backside, still scowling. "I really wish we could like, get a little head's up before people do that. Now where are we?"
Quinn looked up and noticed they had landed right in front of a very tall building. Her eyes narrowed as she caught sight of the familiar logo up at the very top. "Hilton?"
"Hell has hotels? Man, I'm starting to like this even place more than Heaven." Santana nodded her head in approval as she took in the large building, earning a reproving look from Quinn.
"Why would Coach Sylvester send us here? What, are we supposed to serve out our punishment here working as bellhops?" She snorted at the very idea.
"Hardly." Santana nudged her arm and pointed down to the ground before picking up something small and shiny by her feet. Quinn quickly realized that it was a pair of keys with a number written on the chain.
She raised her eyebrows in surprise as Santana took her arm and dragged her inside. "Apparently our little meeting went better than I thought."
"Damn straight." Santana grinned, stopping once they were in the main lobby and turning around to take everything in. "I'm like Eloise at the Plaza. Or orphan Annie."
"More like Santana at the Hilton… in Hell." Quinn murmured, arching her eyebrow at the huge portrait of Coach Sylvester on the wall to her right.
Santana waved her off, rolling her eyes. "Details, details. C'mon, let's go check out our room!"
"I can't believe it." Quinn uttered, shaking her head as she followed Santana out of the elevator.
Santana looked back at her and frowned, "What?"
Quinn let out an exasperated sigh before grabbing her by the shoulders and spinning her around, pointing to the man who'd they had shared the elevator with as he walked away.
Santana stared ahead, clueless, watching the man's figure retreat down the hallway. "Okay, am I supposed to know who that is?"
Quinn fought the urge to roll her eyes as she moved in front of her. "Honestly Santana, didn't you ever pay attention in your history class in high school?"
Santana scoffed, giving her that 'are you kidding me' look of hers. "You do remember who you're talking to, right? Cause everything I ever learned, I learned from Mad magazine. Well, that and MTV."
"That's awful. But anyways that man was John Wilkes Booth." When that name didn't seem to ring a bell to Santana, she added, "You know, the man who assassinated Abraham Lincoln?"
"Oh, okay…" She nodded her head, taking another glance at the man before he was out of sight. "Cool."
"You're unbelievable." Quinn murmured, giving a slight scoff before heading left and making her way down the hallway, checking the room numbers as she walked.
They continued down the hallway in silence, searching for the room number that matched up to the number on their keychain.
"I'm going to laugh if there ends up not being a Room 6665." Santana chuckled, knowing that it would not be surprising if it was just some hoax, considering it was Sue Sylvester they were dealing with.
Quinn was about to respond but then in that moment a man just a few doors down came out of his room and both of her and Santana's jaws dropped. They instantly stepped to the side when he came walking toward them and then past them without a second glance.
Once he got onto the elevator, Santana glanced back at Quinn, her mouth still agape. "Did you just see….?"
Quinn nodded, the shock still evident on her face. "Yeah, I did. I definitely saw Adolf Hitler walk past us."
Santana stepped away from the wall she'd been leaning against and exhaled. "Damn, this really is Hell!"
"Excuse me, ladies." Quinn and Santana turned their heads and quickly stepped back enough so that the man could walk past. Once he got onto the elevator and the doors dinged closed, Santana looked back at Quinn expectantly. "Okay, who was that?"
"John Dillinger."
"….yeah, I don't know who that is."
This time Quinn didn't hesitate in rolling her eyes. "Notorious bank robber. Really Santana, open up a textbook once in a while."
Santana pulled the room keys out of her chest (her dress had no pockets) and walked over to the door at the end of the hallway, having just noticed the room they'd been looking for. "I highly doubt I'll find those in Hell, Q." She stopped in front of the door, her brain doing a little extra processing. "Oh wait, yeah…I probably would. Wait, no…ugh, whatever."
She pushed the door open after unlocking it and quickly stepped inside, eager to see what it looked like. "Woah, talk about swanky. We really did hit the jackpot when we got banished, Q."
Quinn followed her inside and closed the door before meeting Santana in the center of the living room. She came up behind her and nodded her head, taking in everything. "Yeah, it is pretty nice."
Santana continued to look around, Quinn following close behind.
Once they reached the bedroom, Santana stopped at the sight of the single queen-sized bed and made a face. She instantly spun around, her hair whipping Quinn in the face.
"Okay, ground rules, Fabray: you try to cuddle with me at any given moment and I'll punch your teeth out."
"We even don't sleep, remember?" Quinn retorted, brushing a lingering Santana hair from her mouth.
"Oh. Right. Never mind." She shrugged that thought off and headed back into the living room, where she plopped down on the sofa in front of their plasma screen tv. She snatched the remote off the end table and immediately turned it on.
"You don't think this is Coach Sylvester's way of getting us to lean toward becoming demons, do you?"
"Probably." Santana shrugged, her gaze glued on the television as she flipped through the channels at an inhumanely pace.
Quinn walked around the sofa and leaned her arms against the top of the cushions. She instantly grimaced at the channel selections. "Okay, this is definitely Hell alright. Every other channel is porn."
"Hey, another girl's Hell is another girl's Heaven." Santana said with a chuckle. But her smile quickly faded as she wrinkled her nose up in disgust at the scene before her. "Woah, talk about your jungle-fied coslopus. Ew."
Thankfully she had changed the channel before Quinn could even look up at the screen. She glanced down at Santana in confusion, "Wait, what did you just say?"
"Uh, coslopus?" she answered, her brow slightly furrowed.
Quinn let out a short chuckle, the absurd term completely unfamiliar to her. "And what on earth is that supposed to mean?"
"Your pikachu. Duh."
"Huh?"
Santana rolled her eyes and turned around in her seat to meet Quinn's confused gaze. "God, Fabray, you really are square. VAGINA. It means VAGINA."
"Okay, okay, you don't have to yell it at me!" she balked as she covered her ears before walking away.
Santana just laughed and turned her attention back onto the tv.
About half an hour later, she mentally groaned as she flipped in between reruns of The Simple Life and Laguna Beach, both shows driving her equally insane at the moment. (She would've changed the channel to some porn already but with Quinn sitting next to her, she knew there was no chance that would fly).
"Santana, for crying out loud, please just settle on one channel."
Santana innocently raised her shoulders. "I can't help it, I can't decide which show is making me lose more brain cells."
Quinn sighed heavily and hugged the pillow cushion to her chest. After a few minutes of silently watching along with her, she tore her gaze off of the television and looked to Santana. "Can I ask you a question?"
"You just did." she snickered. "But go ahead."
"Why'd you do it?"
Santana reluctantly directed her attention away from the tv. and sighed. "Why'd I do what?"
"Ask Coach Sylvester to make me human and not you. I mean, all you've ever wanted is to get a second chance at being human."
"So have you." she retorted as coolly as she possibly could, already not liking where this conversation was headed.
"But you just shot her down so quickly. I mean, even though she ended up stating she didn't have the power to make us human, at that moment you didn't know. So why didn't you say yes? You heard what she said about Brittany, right?"
"Of course I heard what she said about Britt." Santana snapped. "But I told you I would get your out of this mess. And the only chance I had of that happening is if I made a deal with Coach where she could get something in return. Of course now that idea's been shot to hell, literally, and now I'm stuck at phase one." She slumped down further in her seat and shut off the television, the sight of that stupid LC's face enough to make her want to punch the nearest thing to her (Unfortunately that would be Quinn).
"But Santana…"
"Look, Quinn, at the end of the day, we are still stuck here." She straightened up in her seat and exhaled deeply. "And even if Sue had the power to make you human, I would still offer myself up and not think twice about becoming human myself. There's a difference between our two situations. You and Jacob deserve each other. Where as I will never deserve to have a girl like Britt. So rather than-"
"But that's not true Santana." Quinn interjected. "Just because Jacob and I have this supernatural bond tying us together, doesn't mean that I deserve him any more than you deserve Britt. In fact, I'm pretty sure that there are no two people better suited for each other than you and Brittany."
Santana smiled weakly for a moment before sighing and shaking her head. "How would you even know? You've never even met Brittany."
"I don't need do. I've got enough knowledge on the two of you from all that you've told me over the years." Quinn reached out and squeezed her hand. "You're my best friend, Santana. I know you like the back of my hand, despite your attempts to keep me out."
"Yeah, well, whatever." she moved her hand out form under Quinn's and smoothed out her hair. "Things are getting way too sappy around here. New topic."
"Okay…well, apparently we can eat in Hell." Quinn brought up, chuckling at the way Santana suddenly perked up. She nodded her head and turned around, reaching behind her and taking the menu off the table, along with a cordless phone. She handed the menu to Santana, who instantly looked it over. "Yeah, you can order food from any menu of any restaurant in the world and they'll bring it up to you."
Santana stared at her with her eyebrow arched. "And you didn't tell me about this sooner, why?"
"Because you were preoccupied insulting Paris and Nicole." Quinn replied before pushing her finger into Santana's cheek so that her gaze fell back onto the menu in her hands.
"Well, I know what I'm getting." she stated, her thumbs grazing over the phone's buttons at a rapid pace as she dialed the number.
"Which is?"
Santana glanced back at her, a smirk spreading across her lips. "Do you even have to ask? Now do you want anything?"
Quinn returned the smirk. "Do you even have to ask?"
Twenty minutes later, they were gorging themselves on breadsticks from Lima's own Breadstix restaurant and bacon strips as Laguna Beach reruns played out on the tv. (although they weren't really paying the show any attention anymore).
"Anyways, if I would've become a demon, my first order of business would've been to scaring the shit out of all my high school friends. Yeah, Porcelain and his Frodo, Aretha, Wheels, and the two Asians whose names I never bothered to remember. I was so gonna get my haunt on."
"Like Casper?" Quinn couldn't help but mock.
"Bite me, Fabray." Santana snapped. "And get your pop culture facts straight. Casper was a wimp."
Quinn bit down on her piece of bacon and nodded, smiling knowingly. "Yeah, I know."
Santana grabbed another one of her breadsticks smacked Quinn with it. "Bitch."
Quinn scowled, quickly picking up a napkin off the table and wiping her cheek with it. "Jerk."
"Don't act like you're not used to having big things in your face, Q." she snickered, shaking the breadstick back and forth. "Remember, I saw what your wolf was packing. Which reminds me, you owe me details about that milestone you finally reached."
Quinn blushed furiously and snatched the breadstick out of Santana's hand before she started making obscene gestures with it. "I don't owe you anything of the sort. What Jacob and I did is solely between the two of us only."
"C'mon, Q." Santana pleaded. "I'm your best friend. It's like, law that you tell me this kind of stuff. Was it good? Bad? Ha, how could it be bad with that fuckin' huge di-"
"Santana!"
"What? Oh come on, Q, like you weren't thinking the exact same thing when his boxers dropped."
"Can we please change the subject?"
"No way, I'm just getting started! Now did ya'll keep it vanilla or was there some freaky sneaky kinky stuff going on?"
"I'm not telling you!" she cried out in frustration before burying her face into her pillow, mortified.
"So you did get all freaky!" Santana exclaimed before slapping her hand to her knee. "HA! I knew all these years of corruption would eventually pay off! Way to go, Fabray. You've finally moved up on the coolness pyramid."
Quinn reluctantly turned her head so that her face was no longer concealed. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"
Santana crossed her arms and leaned back, smirking. "And you're a kinky little slut."
"Takes one to know one!"
Santana laughed. "Exactly!"
"Oh shut up." Quinn grumbled before whacking her with the pillow, not once but twice.
"You have hit me one to many times, Fabray!" Santana declared, throwing the pillow back at her before snatching the remote out from between the cushions and changing the channel. "As punishment, you are now stuck watching some good old fashioned porn with me until further notice."
A few hours later…
"I do believe you have scarred for the rest of my existence."
"Oh stop being so dramatic." Santana pushed herself upright and swung her legs off of Quinn's lap. "You didn't even watch anything. You kept your face buried in that damn pillow the entire time. You missed out on all the fun."
Quinn put the pillow aside when she saw that their were no sexual activities going on the television screen. "You know in my day, best friends spent their time painting each other's nails, listening to records together or drooling over James Dean. Not watching porn together."
Santana hopped off the sofa and proceeded to stretch out her arms and back. "Yeah, well, time's change. Get used to it."
She walked over to the sliding glass windows leading to the patio and peered out it. "Well, I'll be damned-"
"Oh you are."
Santana ignored that remark and inclined her chin toward the window. "I think it's raining like, acid rain outside."
"What?" Quinn pushed herself off the couch and walked over to her side. "How can you tell?"
But as she glanced down at the streets below, her own question was answered, as the people walking around outside were screaming and running for cover. Those who didn't scream or even flinch at the acidic rain, grabbed onto those who did, and dragged them back out into the open. She figured those were the demons.
Santana slid one of the sliding glass doors open and stuck her hand out to see if it would affect her or not. The second she did so, she swore loudly and quickly retracted her hand.
"Very smart, Santana."
"Shut up." she scowled before walking away from the window, Quinn following suit.
"So how long do you think we've been here? It feels like it's already been a day already. Maybe longer…"
"Who knows." Santana bent down and picked up a half eaten breadstick off the table and took a bite of it, only to spit it back out when she found it already stale.
"You think we'll ever see Coach Sylvester again?" Quinn wondered as she took a seat on the armrest closest to her.
Santana shrugged and picked up the room service menu, glancing over it for something appetizing. But wait a damn minute…. If she was now able to eat, did that mean she could gain weight?
After pondering this for a minute, she put the menu down.
Even though she was already dead, there was no way she was getting fat.
Shuddering at the mere thought of ever looking even an ounce short of sexy, she glanced over at Quinn, who had a hand draped across her stomach. She instantly frowned at this. "What's up, Q? Heartburn? Nausea? Indigestion? Upset stomach? Diaherra? Please don't let it be the latter."
Quinn rolled her eyes and shook her head before standing up. "It's nothing. I'm fine."
Santana grabbed onto her arm and forced her to sit back down before she joined her on the sofa. "You don't look fine. So talk before I forcibly make you."
"It's nothing." she assured with a noticeably forced smile as she crossed her arms over chest. "Just some discomfort. But it's nothing really."
"Bull. Shit." Her gaze dropped down to Quinn's arms and she quickly uncrossed them before lifting the blonde's left arm up. "Nothing, wrong, huh? Then you're just digging your nails into your arms for kicks now?"
Quinn quickly yanked back her arm. "I admit I'm in a little pain but it's nothing serious. Really."
"Try looking in a mirror, Fabray because your face is saying something completely different. Seriously, what were you trying to do, dig your nails all the way through until you reached the other side?"
"It's one of the downsides of imprinting." she breathed, crossing her arms again self-consciously. "When I'm away from Jacob for too long, there are…rather painful repercussions. Now why don't we explore the rest of the hotel? Maybe we'll run into a few more notorious historical figures. C'mon." She hopped off the sofa and grabbed Santana's arm before dragging her to the door.
"This conversation isn't over yet." she firmly stated, watching as Quinn picked the keys up off the small end table by the door and then opened the door.
They both jumped back at the sight greeting them on the other side.
Quinn let out an unenthusiastic sigh. "Oh, lovely. Hello, Becky."
Becky glared up at her. "Bite me Fabray."
Santana leaned against the door, eyes narrowed. "What do you want, Jackson?"
Becky rolled her eyes and grabbed onto both their arms without warning, "Do you even have to ask?"
Before they knew it, they were both back in Coach Sylvester's - er, The Devil's - office.
Sue closed her journal and removed her glasses when she looked up and noticed Santana and Quinn before her. "Boobs McGee. Zoo girl. Take a seat."
Quinn reluctantly sat down and frowned. "Uh, and what's that supposed to mean?"
"Zoo. Short for Zoophile. Which means-"
"Yes, I'm aware of what that particular word means." Quinn interjected with a harsh stare. "But I am not nor have I ever been a zoophile. That's absurd."
"Says the girl banging the werewolf." Santana muttered under her breath, earning a death glare from Quinn.
"Whatever, Eve." Sue waved off, still addressing Quinn. "Any who, how'd you two like your room? Any problems?"
"Nope." Santana answered, knowing better than to keep her answer anything short of concise since she knew that Coach Sylvester probably could care less.
"And that hotel is for…?"
"People I don't hate." Sue replied.
Santana nodded, sharing a look with Quinn. "Figured why we saw Hitler."
"Misunderstood man, that one." Sue mused before bringing her attention back onto the two of them.
"So why are we here, Coach?" Santana wondered as she leaned back into her seat.
"Okay, this is how things are gonna go. In exchange for your soul and your allegiance, your girl Q here will get a second chance at living a pathetic human life."
Both Santana and Quinn's jaws dropped. "What? Now way!"
"How is that even possible? The Council-"
"…Is my bitch." Sue finished with a malicious smirk. "I simply threaten to bring about the Apocalypse again, give a few cherubs wedgies and wet willies, unleash Becky for some much needed mischief and they're putty in my hands."
Quinn's eyes narrowed skeptically. "And just like that you got them to give me a second chance at humanity?"
Sue nodded. "Precisely. Now you can start your thanking and worshipping now but if you try to hug me I will vaporize you."
Santana held up her right hand and straightened up. "Hold up, I've got a few conditions before you make me a demon and send Q on her way."
"Go on." Sue drawled, her eyebrow arched with intrigue.
"I get to visit Earth whenever I want." Santana firmly stated.
"I don't see why you'd want to, but okay. Done."
"And I want the ability to be seen by humans whenever I want." she added before smiling over at Quinn.
"As long as you swear not to compromise the empire I've built. Done."
"Question. Does this mean I can swear now? Like really swear? Cause I'm so tired of filtering."
Quinn couldn't help but snort at that. "You? Filter?"
"The swears I've been throwing around as an angel are nothing compared to the swears I keep locked in a box in my head. Lima Heights, remember?" When Quinn just stared at her, Santana directed her attention back onto Coach Sylvester. "Another thing."
"What."
Santana paid no attention to the visibly annoyed look on her Coach's face. "I want a change of clothes."
"Gladly." Sue snapped her fingers and Santana's singed dress was replaced with a tight, short red dress and a short black jacket and matching headband.
Santana nodded her head in approval at her new work attire. She looked to Quinn and spread out her arms before she spun around. "So how do I look, Q?"
"Devilish." she said honestly, making Santana grin.
"Perfect. White was never my color."
"Now to finalize the deal." Sue conjured up a contract and placed on her desk before pushing it toward Santana. "Sign your name in blood, sandbags."
Quinn's eyes widened with shock and widened even further when she noticed Santana actually take the knife Sue offered her. "Santana!"
"It's okay, Q. I had to do the same thing when I joined Cheerios. It's no biggie."
Quinn watched in horror as Santana pricked her finger with the knife provided and leaned forward to sign her name. Quinn quickly grabbed her hand before any blood could meet the paper. "Wait, wait, wait, hold on."
She turned to Coach Sylvester expectantly. "Why are you even doing this?"
Sue cocked her head to the side. "Whatever do you mean."
"I mean, why are you helping us. Helping me. I may have been a banished angel, but you have to know that I'm not exactly a fan of yours."
"Quinn, do us all a favor and shut the fuck up." Santana growled. "Seriously! You're about to get what you want and I'm about to get what I want. The last thing we need is her backing out on us! And if she does I swear to God I will punch you in the tits so hard they will concave!"
Sue's mouth twitched, nearly reaching a smile before flickering back to her previous stony expression.
"Santana," Quinn went on, "You can't just sign your soul away just like that! You have to get all the information first-"
"Oh no? Watch me!" She turned her head and brought the contract to her and quickly signed her name before Quinn had a chance to stop her a second time.
"Deal's done. Ha." Santana smiled triumphantly at her. "There's nothing you can do about it now. You will be thanking me later when you're back on earth and in your honey's arms, getting it on."
Quinn rolled her eyes and turned her body before resting her arms on the edge of Sue's desk, eyes narrowing once more. "So there are absolutely no strings attached? In ten years you aren't going to appear on my doorstep and ask me to do something heinous for you?"
Sue rolled her eyes. "If I wanted something heinous done, I would do it myself. I am the Devil after all."
"That you are, Coach." Santana said, her gaze fixated on her new clothes. "Damn, my ass looks great in this dress."
Sue looked back at Quinn. "You know Q, when I first laid eyes on you, I was reminded of a young Sue Sylvester, though you don't have my bone structure."
Quinn nodded unsurely. "Uh…thanks?"
"If I had wanted you as a demon, I would've made you a demon. But I didn't cause you're way too much of a goody-goody and it takes centuries to break people like you and I just don't have that kind of patience. I like rotten apples and you, well you're like a green banana. Disgusting."
Becky nodded in agreement. "Got that right, Coach."
"Shut up, Ewok." Santana snapped.
"And to be honest, when I eavesdropped on your little meeting with Council, my blood started to boil in that non-arousing way. I felt pity for you, something I thought myself immune to. It also annoyed me that the Council seemed to be more corrupt than I am. You would think those senile old bastards would know better! I'm the most corrupt person there is! Thinking they out corrupt me, HA! I'll show them…maybe I will bring about that Apocalypse after all…"
Quinn opened her mouth to say something but Santana touched her arm and shook her head. "Just let her rant."
An hour later…
"…and I said that's what they said about a young man in Chicago in 1871, who thought he'd play a harmless prank on the dairy cow of one Mrs. O'Leary. He successfully ignited its flatulence, and the city burned. That young terrorist went on to become the first gay president of the United States, Abraham Lincoln. And whose assassinator John Wilkes Booth currently resides in the penthouse suite, which he shares with several other of my famous friends." Sue looked back at Santana and Quinn, surprised at their presence. "You two still here? I thought I told you two to scram."
Quinn and Santana both shook their heads. "Nope."
"Well both your presences are starting to bore me so without further ado, let's wrap this whole thing up. Quinn, in a few seconds you will be back on earth. You will age as a human, be seen as a human, and have none of your previous angelic powers. And I will be kind and not give you a tail or fur of any sort."
Quinn smiled at her appreciatively, standing as Santana did. "Thank you, Coach Sylvester. And I really do mean that. You have no idea how much this means to me."
"Oh crap." Sue looked to Santana and spat out in disgust, "She isn't gonna start crying, is she?"
Santana nodded. "Yeah, most likely. She's such a sap."
"Well, I can't have that." Sue snapped her gaze back onto Quinn. "Fabray, get the hell out of my office."
And with the snap of her fingers, Quinn was gone.
Seth ran through the forest on patrol. His long legs carried him noiselessly throughout their territory as he took a good sniff at the air every few seconds. He wasn't expecting to come across any vampires tonight but kept himself alert anyways. He was the only one phased at the moment so he had his thoughts all to himself (something he did not take for granted).
It'd been a few days since Jacob told him the whole truth behind his imprint and when the pack found out about it as well. And ever since the pack mind wasn't exactly the happiest of places (not that it ever was to begin with) because Jacob's loss was affecting all of them, whether they liked it or not. Poor Jake was like a zombie and if it hadn't have been for Sam making him do his share of patrols, he was sure Jake would've just kept to his room like he did when he wasn't stuck on patrol.
He himself thought that Sam forcing Jake to do patrols was pretty messed up considering the guy had about as much strength as a toddler.
But at least it got the poor guy out of the house.
As he pondered how much longer his good friend would last living like this, his enhanced senses abruptly picked up on scent that made his ears perk up. Without hesitation, he changed his route and quickly followed his nose.
When he realized where he was going, he pushed himself faster until he made it to the break in the trees and into the clearing. He skidded to a halt at what he saw though, it being a body and all.
Even though he was a bit squeamish when it came to dead bodies (he blamed this sister who always watched those stupid medical crime dramas in her free time), he knew he had to get a closer look to ensure that it really was dead.
It sure looked dead to him, what with it being slightly crumpled up and all as if someone had just deposited it there.
As he trotted up next to the body, he realized it was a girl. A blonde. She kind of smelt like brimstone, making him wrinkle up his nose unfavorably.
Despite that, he leaned his head down and lightly pushed her hair out of her face so that he could get a good look at her. When he did, he jumped back as he immediately recognized who the girl was.
He instantly began to freak. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit! Jacob's imprint!
He looked back at the girl's face to ensure he wasn't just seeing things and quickly leaned down again, this time lightly nudging her hand with his nose.
She didn't budge an inch.
He nudged her a second time, this time a little harder, but was met with the same response. Nothing.
He whimpered loudly, stamping his feet against the ground anxiously, unsure of what to do. But then he heard it.
A heartbeat.
One that was not his own.
AN: So time in Hell is different from time on Earth, just to be clear. A few hours in Hell is like a few days on Earth.
Anyways, review please! And since I probably won't update again until after Christmas, I'd like to wish you all a Happy Holidays!