AN: Big thanks to all those who reviewed on the last chap! Yeah, I know that ending was shocking and yes, there's more death to come, but just remember what I said on the last chapter's AN. Hopefully ya'll will stick with this story even after this chapter. The first part is kind of depressing and I'll probably give you another heart attack within the first couple paragraphs (It wasn't fun to write at all, but it had to be done for what I wanted to happen later).
But those two Glee characters I talked about in one of the previous AN's are being brought in toward the end of this chapter so hopefully that's a plus. (There will more of them in the next chapter especially).
Read. Enjoy. Review!
The second she burst into the clearing, Quinn's eyes widened with terror at the scene playing out before her. The pack was advancing on the Volturi at inhuman speeds, intent on destruction. Her stomach dropped as one of the wolves collided with one of the members of the Volturi and was easily tossed aside. Her gaze darted across the clearing, panicked.
There wasn't a Cullen in sight.
She turned her attention back to the fight at hand and felt her legs buckle under her weight. However strong the wolves were, she knew they were no match for the Volturi and especially not for Alec and Jane.
And there was nothing she could do to help them.
A grey wolf yelped as it tousled with one of the members of the Volturi guard. She wasn't sure which one of the boys it was, either Embry or Paul, from this distance. Seth was the first one to spring to his pack member's defense, ripping wildly at the guard. A high pitched cry escaped him before he was suddenly knocked backwards, his body scrambling helplessly to get up.
She flinched painfully for him, seeing that Jane was the source of his pain.
Felix crushed one of the wolves he'd been sparring with and grabbed a hold of Seth from the neck. He unleashed all his barbaric strength on the young wolf as he squeezed until a sickening crunch could be heard.
He dropped to the ground, completely still.
Her body started to shake uncontrollably, her breath becoming more labored as she watched more of the wolves fall prey to the Volturi. And while the pack managed to destroy some of their opponents, Alec's power proved too detrimental for them to completely succeed. His power cut off all their senses and left them completely open to attack.
But Alec was knocked to the ground by Sam, breaking his concentration and therefore freeing the wolves from his power. Alec kicked Sam in the face before scrambling away from the black wolf. Leah sprang up behind him, completely catching him off guard and ripped his throat out before she and Sam dismantled him together.
She frantically scanned the chaos for her russet wolf. She found him almost instantly and while she was more than relieved that he was still alive, dread washed over her once she saw who he was fighting one on one. Felix.
The way the two of them danced around each other reminded her of Seth and Jacob's little training session just yesterday, only now the circumstances were entirely different. Her breath caught in her throat as Jacob lunged, his teeth wrapping around Felix's leg and almost ripping the limb from his body. Unfortunately Felix was quick enough to prevent that from happening. He delivered a forceful punch to Jacob's face, forcing him to release his grasp on his leg.
They were equally matched without interference from anyone, the two of them being the strongest fighters on their respected sides. The pair began to grapple for the upper hand and just when Jacob seemed to find his, Jane intervened.
Jacob was completely unaware of this though, his concentration focused on Felix as he launched himself at the burly vampire once again. As Jane's power racked through him, his body contorted in pain midair and fell to the ground. Felix had his advantage now and did not hesitate in using it.
She screamed at the top of her lungs when Felix wrapped his arms around Jacob's neck and brutally twisted. She didn't even care that she was bringing the Volturi's attention onto her presence. The snap echoed in her ears, even above her screams. Time seemed still as she watched Felix drop Jacob's body onto the ground, his head at an awkward angle.
She waited. Waited for him to get up, to move. Werewolves were supposed to have accelerated healing. So why wasn't he moving?
Another agonized scream ripped through her before she made a move to go to Jacob's side, only to be held back by someone.
Fury swept through her as she fought against Santana's unyielding embrace. "Let go of me Santana!" she growled, thrashing around like a wild animal as she tried to pry herself away out of her arms. "I have to go to him. Jacob!" she screamed again, now paired with uncontrollable sobbing. "Jacob!"
No matter how many times she called his name, his body remained unmoving. "Jacob!"
"Unless you want to be the Volturi's next victim I suggest you stop fighting me, Q!" Santana bellowed, her teeth gritted together when Jane's attention snapped over to them.
She swore and crushed Quinn's body to hers before getting them the hell out of there.
The second they were out of Forks - out of harm's way - she felt Santana release her hold on her. Turns out her arms were the only thing keeping her upright, for the second she let go, she slumped to the floor, knees smacking against the asphalt and hands reaching out to brace her fall forward. Completely overwhelmed, she felt herself start to scream again, over and over until she was practically gasping for air. The more her mind flashed back to what she just witnessed, the more it felt like her lungs were collapsing in on her, intent on suffocating her.
Her vision grew blurrier and hazier by the second making her feel even more nauseated than she already was to begin with. She clenched her eyes shut as she fought herself to remember how to inhale properly. But even with them closed tight, she's still assaulted with images of Jacob being killed before her very eyes.
Santana's hand moved to her back in a supposed to be reassuring way but for her it only felt like a block of cement coming to push her down. Unable to control herself, or her body, she turned her head away from Santana and vomited. She instantly felt her hair being swept out of her face by Santana and held behind her.
"Quinn," Santana's voice came softly before she felt her arms attempt to wrap themselves around her again. She recoiled from Santana's touch and pushed her away with all her might (which wasn't much). "Why didn't you stop them?" she half-croaked, half-screamed at her, her body struggling to push itself upright.
"I couldn't even if I wanted to, Quinn." Santana exclaimed, thought she did her best to keep her voice even and calm. "I'm under strict orders not to touch the Volturi under any circumstances."
"What?" Her voice dissolved in choked whimpers with the occasional sob.
Santana nodded, her face stoic. "Sue likes the Volturi. Besides, they're the ones who enforce the vamp law and shit. She kind of needs them around. Believe me I don't like it anymore than you do."
"She knew this would happen, didn't she?"
"I wouldn't be surprised if she did." Santana delicately put her hand on her shoulders and led her to sit down on a nearby bench. She reluctantly sat down and watched as Santana knelt down in front of her.
Santana rubbed her hands up and down her arms when she noticed the goosebumps on her forearms. Her body still shook like a leaf even though Santana's hands felt as though they came straight from the oven. "Just inhale and exhale…"
She took deep shuddering breaths and shut her eyes painfully tight as she attempted to calm herself down. It took forever, but she eventually got her breathing back to normal.
She still felt sick and her body was still trembling, but at least she could breathe properly again.
"Where are we?" she asked Santana meekly, for the first time taking notice of their surroundings. A brunette wearing obnoxiously bright clothes jogged past them, headphones in ear.
"New York. Specifically Central Park. It was the first place that came to mind."
"What am I supposed to do now, Santana?" Her eyes started to brim with tears again. "I can't go back now. I just can't."
"We'll figure something out." Santana assured, allowing her to rest her head against her shoulder. "For now, just focus on not having like, another panic attack again. Cause that shit is scary as fuck."
They sat together in silence until their shadows were no longer visible on the asphalt. As soon as Santana took notice of the fading sun, she suggested that they get going before the rapists and murderers came out of the woodwork.
With her hand firmly holding onto Santana's, she mindlessly followed her out of the park and then onto the street. She didn't know where they were going, nor did she really care, but it seemed Santana did. She tried to think back to her many conversations with Santana, to see if during one of them she mentioned ever being in New York at one point, but came up empty-handed. Her head was still experiencing severe discomfort from all the crying so she wasn't surprised that her memory was failing her at the moment.
Santana abruptly pulled into a building, one that was much brighter on the inside than it was on the outside. It took a second for her eyes to adjust to the lighting change before she realized she was standing in a hotel lobby.
She immediately thought back to the one in Hell, which led her to wonder if Santana had transported them back there without her notice. With that in mind, she looked around for any sight of a Sue Sylvester portrait hanging around, unaware that Santana had left her side.
By the time she had registered it, Santana was already walking back over to her, a key card in hand. "C'mon."
She trailed behind Santana on the way to the elevator, speculating how she could've possible gotten a room in a New York hotel that was far from a Motel 6. But then she quietly reminded herself that Santana was a demon and the contemplation was dropped.
Her lips pursed together in a firm line when the elevator doors closed. Despite it being just the two of them, a bout of claustrophobia kicked in as the elevator started to move. Determined not to let it get the best of her, she bit down on her lip and slowly inhaled and exhaled through her nose.
You're fine…you're fine….
She made the mistake of looking up at the dial that traveled from left to right, the floor numbers lighting up as they passed each one. She inwardly swore at just how many floors there were. It would be a miracle if they made it to their destination before sunrise!
Not fine… not fine….
A cold sweat swept over her body before she felt her heart rate kicked up to an abnormally high pace. Santana must've caught sight of her internal dilemma, because she punched one of the buttons with her fist, where then the elevator doors immediately opened. Santana gently pulled her out of the elevator and they continued up the floors by way of the stairs.
Their room looked as though it belonged in Buckingham palace or maybe even the White House. It was extravagant to say the least and she could only imagine how much money a suite like this would cost, even for just one night. Well out of her price range for sure.
As Santana explored the other rooms, she stayed in the middle of the living area, awkwardly standing around like a guest in a stranger's home. Santana returned from one of the rooms with a satisfied smile on her face as she spoke, making it clear that she was pleased with the accommodations.
Despite the fact that they were standing only a few feet away from one another, Santana's voice couldn't sound more muffled to her ears. But she nodded her head along anyways, acting as though her mind was able to process her words when really it wasn't.
It wasn't until Santana repeatedly waved a hand in front of her face that her senses seemed to click back into place. "…earth to Quinn!"
"What?" She couldn't recognize her voice.
"Need me to hit up room service for you?" Santana asked, already walking over to the kitchen area as she spoke. "Or you want something to drink?" She opened up the mini fridge to inspect its contents before glancing back at her expectantly.
"Water's fine." she croaked out, her throat painfully raw.
Santana nodded and brought back a water bottle to her, handing it over when close enough.
The two of them then sat down on the couch, her on one side, Santana on the other. They found themselves not talking once again, with the muted sounds of the city being the only thing that kept the room from complete silence. She sipped her water from time to time, the chill of it soothing her throat while numbing the rest of her. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as Santana crossed and uncrossed her arms every few seconds before alternating with her legs.
Signs that Santana was uncomfortable.
She wasn't surprised. But she was grateful that Santana didn't resort to her usual, yet mostly inappropriate, icebreakers that consisted of a joke or snide comment pertaining to the situation.
It wasn't long before Santana reached for the remote control and turned on the television, the silence proving too much for her.
Santana flickered through the channels, occasionally stopping when familiar faces appeared on the screen, only to resume her channel surfing. She tried to focus on the television as means of distracting herself, but with the picture changing every two seconds, it only made her head feel worse.
She directed her gaze away from the television and instead stared at an empty space of wall. It held her attention for quite some time until she lifted her hand to push her bangs out of her face and a dangling reddish brown spot caught her eye. She turned her head and a second later, she felt her stomach drop.
Her hand instantly fell back to her side, as if the small wolf suddenly weighed more than she could hold, but her gaze was still glued on the hand carved charm.
The only thing she had left of him.
In that moment she wanted nothing more than to look away, before the tidal wave of emotions came flooding back and swallowed her whole again. But she couldn't.
She just stared and stared at the charm until Santana's voice pulled her out of the water. "Are you hungry? Cause I'm starved."
She tore her gaze off her wrist and watched as Santana hopped off the couch and ventured to kitchen. On the counter lay the room service menu, which she picked up and brought back with her to the couch. "I'm thinking pizza. What about you?"
Santana handed her the laminated menu to look over while she grabbed the phone off the stand. "Or maybe lasagna…but then again a burger sounds really good too…"
She really had no appetite for food, but since she hadn't eaten since breakfast, she figured she might as well order something anyways. She handed the menu back to Santana and mumbled the name of the first item she saw.
Although the food looked like something out of a well-photographed magazine, the entrée she'd chosen had about as much flavor as air did. It didn't seem to be the case for Santana, who eagerly dug into the three entrées she'd ordered without hesitation.
She picked at her own food, occasionally eating some of it though she had no appetite. The only reason she made an effort was because she knew in the back of her mind her body needed sustenance.
As Santana finished the last of her fries, she asked her if it would be alright if she popped out to grab her some pajamas.
She didn't feel she needed pajamas, she would've been fine sleeping in the clothes she had on, but a small voice in the back of head brought up the possibility that maybe Santana wanted to get out for a second. Escape the despondent company she offered her.
So she said it was fine with her but declined Santana's offer to take her with her. She was in no mood to shop.
"Call me if you need me, Q. I won't be long."
Santana returned about half an hour later carrying a bag that contained a set of pajamas, a few toiletries, and even a complete new outfit for her to wear tomorrow. As she walked into the bathroom with pajamas in hand, she contemplated what would happen tomorrow. Would they stay in the hotel all day? Would they go out? What about the day after? Was New York her home now? Would she live in this hotel room for the rest of her life? She had planned to resume going to school in the September, but all her legal documents were back in Forks…She could not go to school, she could get a job instead. But what employer would hire a sixteen year old with no high school diploma?
The questions popped into her head one right after another, leaving her feeling more overwhelmed than she could possibly express. With her back against the wall, she allowed herself to slide down to the floor, where she curled her body into as small a ball as she could get.
She kept her forehead pressed against her knees as she recited Bible verses in her head in hope it would keep her from completely breaking down again.
"You plan on sleeping there?" She reluctantly lifted her head, Santana's voice once again pulling her out of her reverie.
She shook her head at her comment and pushed her body upright, taking sight of Santana standing in the doorway - hand still on the doorknob - for the first time. She had changed into her own pair of pajamas too: a red tank top and matching shorts adorned with red chili peppers.
Nothing screamed Santana more than a red chili pepper.
"Here." Her brow furrowed as Santana held out a closed hand to her. She hesitantly held out her open palm where Santana dropped two gel capsules in. "It'll help with the headache you no doubt have."
"Thanks." She swallowed them dry before walking over to the faucet and scooping up some water to wash them down. "Those weren't like, anything illegal, right?" she couldn't help but ask as she turned around. With Santana you could never be too sure.
Santana rolled her eyes. "It was fuckin' Advil, Q. Relax. I wouldn't give you anything illegal." She followed her out of the bathroom, forgetting she had failed to put her sleepwear on.
"If you need more, I've got the bottle in my room. I'd give it to you but…"
"You don't trust me." She finished for her, though her tone was even. Suicide hadn't even crossed her mind, but she for some reason she wasn't surprised that for Santana it did.
Santana shrugged. "Better safe than sorry, right?"
"I guess." Though she knew that, never in a million years, would she resort to killing herself. A second chance at being human is all she'd ever wanted. She wasn't going to throw that all away, even if it did sound disgustingly tempting.
After murmuring a faint goodnight to Santana and exchanging a hug with her, she disappeared into her room and closed the door behind her. She kicked off her shoes and slipped out of her skirt and top, replacing them with the pink shorts and matching cotton t-shirt Santana had bought her.
She pushed back the comforter and slid in between the cool bed sheets before settling herself in. She hadn't even closed her eyes before a pang of irritation filtered through her. The dozen or so pillows surrounding her were seconds away from suffocating her. She quickly sat up and threw most of them over the side of the bed until she was left with only two.
Once that was taken care of, she shimmied back under the covers and resettled herself in a comfortable position. Or at least tried.
The bed was too damn big, she realized. She moved her legs back and forth, like one did when making a snow angel, and when she found that her feet weren't anywhere close to skimming the edge, she huffed.
Knowing it was a stupid thing to get upset over, she rolled onto her side and curled up against one of her pillows.
After waiting a few minutes for her mind to shut down and drift into unconsciousness, her eyes flew back open. She shook her head and tried again, buried her face into her pillow and imagined that it wasn't soft, but firm. And instead of it being cold, it was hot. Like him.
She bit down on her bottom lip to contain any type of agonized sound from escaping her. She couldn't help but think back to this time yesterday, when everything was perfect - when she still had him to keep her warm and safe at night.
Now she would never know that feeling again.
Tears welled up in her eyes at the thought, her chest constricting with heartache. She put a hand over her mouth as she released a sob. She sobbed into her pillow, sometimes even going as far as to screaming into it, holding onto it for dear life and exhausting her already tired body even more. Eventually she cried herself to sleep.
A bloodcurdling scream pierced her ears, instantly rousing her from her sleep and nearly causing her to fall off the bed. She staggered out of bed, muttering a string of tired Spanish swears, as she headed for the door. It took a few seconds, but by the time she reached Quinn's bedroom door, her body reverted back to its alert self and was now aware of the situation at hand. She burst into the room without hesitation and grimaced at the sight of Quinn drenched in her own sweat, sobbing and screaming uncontrollably as she tossed and turned. She instantly moved to Quinn's side and gently shook the girl's shoulders. "Quinn. Quinn, I'm here. It's me."
After a few good shakes, the blonde's bolted upright, her breath coming out in uneven gasps. She proceeded to rub Quinn's back up and down as the girl tried not to suffocate herself. "You're okay, you're-" Not anywhere near okay.
Shaking her head of that thought, she turned on the bedside lamp with a flick of her wrist. "You just had a nightmare."
Once Quinn stopped sounding as if she was being water boarded, she broke down into tears again and started sobbing heavier than she'd been when she originally walked into the room. She moved onto the bed with her and pulled Quinn into her arms as she did her best to calm the poor girl. She soon realized that nothing she did worked on Quinn, but despite that, she didn't give up. "Just breathe, Quinn. Just try to breathe."
Anguish and despair bubbled up in her own chest as Quinn began her attempt to try and tell her what it was that had made her so inconsolable but she only sputtered her words, unable to form a sentence, and as a result nothing coherent came out.
But she didn't need an explanation on why her best friend was so distressed. She figured it was the same thing that had herself flinching in her dreams, that horrifying moment still fresh in her mind and just replaying like a broken film projector. She could only imagine how much worse it was for Quinn. Actually, scratch that, she couldn't imagine how much worse it was for Quinn.
She started to hum the tune of an old song that her Abuela used to sing to her whenever she couldn't sleep, hoping it would help. It took a while, but eventually Quinn exhausted herself to sleep, her breathing finally steady and her body limp. She kept Quinn in her arms even after the blonde fell asleep, silently wondering to herself if the reason Quinn was holding onto her still was because her heat reminded her of him. Either way, she was just glad that demons don't need much sleep cause she had a feeling it would be a long night.
And boy was it ever. A few hours after her first episode, Quinn began writhing and screaming in her arms in a way that was unlike anything she'd ever heard or saw before. The screaming led to crying which led to sobbing and in between Quinn kept sputtering out his name whenever she had enough oxygen to. Then once again her body shut itself down from exhaustion and she returned to her peaceful state of sleep. That is, until she woke up screaming again a few hours later.
Like an endless cycle. An unbearable endless cycle.
In the back of her mind, she was so uncomfortable and at a loss of what to do that she couldn't help but want to bolt. No doubt that made her an awful person, but hell, she already knew that.
Though that didn't mean she was actually gonna go through with it. Quinn was her best friend. And she needed someone, now more than ever. She wasn't gonna abandon her just because people and their goddamn emotions made her squirm.
It were times like this where she wished she still had Brittany in her life. Brittany always knew how to comfort her when she was distressed. She most definitely would've been a way better candidate to calm down Quinn than she herself was.
Once she could a glimpse of the morning sun peeking out from under the window curtains, she gently set the blonde back onto the bed and quietly left the room. If this ends up being a nightly thing, I'm gonna have to get that girl some heavy duty Nyquil or some shit. Cause there's no way I can go through that again. Last night really drained her. Mentally, anyways.
She closed Quinn's door behind her and headed into the living room, stretching out her back and cracking her neck as she walked. She plopped herself down on the couch and picked up the room service menu, particularly looking the breakfast section. She hit the speed dial on the phone and then proceeded on ordering a butt load of food for her and Quinn.
While she waited, she figured she'd get herself cleaned up. Her tank top was grossly decorated with Quinn's snot and the fabric was stiff from her dried tears in certain places. So she jumped in the shower and did her thing before hopping out and snapping her fingers. In a second her entire hair and body was completely dried and she had her usual demon attire back on. She looked at herself in the mirror and smoothed out her dress. She really didn't mind wearing the same thing every day, it gave her security, much like her Cheerio's uniform used to.
And damn did it make her look hot.
She strutted out of her room and headed toward the door, already sensing the bellhop behind it before he even had a chance to knock. She swiftly opened the door, nearly giving the poor kid a heart attack. He fumbled for a moment, murmuring a polite good morning before pushing a cart full of their food into the middle of the living room by the table. Once she checked that everything was there, she turned around and found him staring at her expectantly. She scoffed and immediately sent him on his way, sans tip.
Like she was going to give money him just for doing his job. Yeah right.
As she sat down at the table, she debated whether or not to wake Quinn. But after a second, she decided against it. The girl was gonna need all the sleep she could get.
While Friends played on the television, she dug into her plate of a loaded omelet with hash browns on the side. She had only taken a few bites before she heard Quinn's door open and looked up to see the girl herself practically dragging herself across the living room over to her.
She took a sip of her coffee and watched as Quinn sat down opposite her, clad in the outfit she'd gotten for her yesterday. While the clothes were cute, the girl wearing them seriously lacked her usual Fabray….ness. Though it was expected, given everything, she still didn't like it. "You look like shit."
"I definitely feel like it." Quinn replied, her voice coming out as grated as sandpaper.
"Here." She picked up the bottle of Advil she'd set on the table and shook out two pills before handing them over to her. Quinn took them and swallowed them immediately.
She pointed over to the cup on Quinn's right. "Drink that. It's tea. Supposed to help soothe your throat." Quinn nodded and brought the cup up to her lips, taking a long sip.
"I got you the works." She lifted the lid off Quinn's plate, which revealed pancakes, eggs, bacon, and hash browns, and pushed it in front of her. "And of course…" she reached over and pushed a smaller plate filled solely with bacon over her way. "Your extra bacon. Exactly how you like it. Extra crispy and slightly burnt."
"Thanks." Her smile faded into a worried glance as Quinn just stared at her food, not even lifting a hand to touch the plate of bacon in front of her.
Talk about disturbing.
She seriously began contemplating telling Quinn to snap out of it, just because she was so freaked out by the way she was acting, but then she reminded herself that her girl's whole fuckin' world just like, collapsed from right under her.
She was literally the only one Quinn had left.
That thought left her a little nauseous and it took her a few minutes before she could start eating again. They drifted off into silence much like they'd done yesterday, leaving her to uncomfortably push her food around with her fork while the commentary coming from the television filled the void. She looked up at Quinn from time to time, watching as she sipped her tea but didn't touch her food. She wanted to say something, but didn't know what. Thankfully Quinn set her cup down and took the reins on that one.
"So what's going to happen now?" The question surprised her, mainly because she hadn't allowed herself to think that far ahead. What was going to happen now? She really wished she knew. "Am I just going to stay here for the rest of my life?"
She hated the fact that she was just as lost as Quinn sounded. "Well, uh…we can stay here if you want." It wouldn't be a problem, being a demon on Earth pretty much means you can get away with almost anything. "Or we could go somewhere else. Anywhere you want. And if you want to go back to school in a few months, I can whip up some fake documents for you like that." she smiled weakly, even though Quinn had her face buried in her hand.
"Or if you don't want to go that route, I can help you get a job….but whatever happens," she reached out and squeezed Quinn's hand. "Whatever you wanna do, just know that I'll always have your back, alright?"
Quinn nodded slowly and dropped her hand from her face before giving her a small, appreciative smile. "Thanks, Santana."
She just shrugged and scooped up a forkful of hash browns. She looked at her. "Now please eat something. You look like you're gonna pass out at any second and I will not be wiping butter off your face when face plant into your pancakes."
Quinn managed another smile as she unfolded her napkin and set it across her lap. "I'm really sorry about last night."
She scoffed and took another bite of her food. "I'm the one who should be apologizing, Q. This is all my fault."
Quinn put her fork down and looked at her, brow furrowed. "What are you talking about?"
"The fact that you're all traumatized and shit! I mean…fuck…I should've never listened to you!" Her grip on her fork tightened as she fought the urge to chuck it at the wall or something. She was just so pissed with herself. "I should have kept you in La Push until they all came home! But no! I stupidly brought you out there and I stupidly did nothing to stop you from seeing…you know. And now, look at you! You're a fuckin' wreck!"
"I would be a wreck regardless of whether or not I saw what happened because he would still be dead."
She angrily stabbed the rest of her omelet with her fork. "Still, I fucked up."
"You didn't fuck up. You were in shock. Just like I was You can't blame yourself for something you have no control over." Quinn picked up her fork again and cut into her pancakes. "And besides, if anyone's at fault, it's me."
She scoffed. "You're insane."
Quinn met her gaze again, eyebrow arched. "Am I? Cause the way I see it is that this is just God's way of ensuring that I get the ultimate punishment for what I did."
"You didn't do anything wrong!" she exclaimed, nearly scoffing a second a time.
"I broke the Council's rules and then got into serious trouble…only to get out of it by means of making a deal with the Devil!"
She swallowed the bit of food she was eating and shook her head. "Hey, you didn't make the deal, I did."
"Still, I was apart of it. I'm human because of her. But you know what?" Her brow furrowed as Quinn stood up and threw her napkin on the table. "I'm going to get them back with her help."
She leaned her hands against the edge of the table and stared at the blonde, mouth slightly agape. "Hold on a second, are you nuts?"
Quinn shook her head, that Fabray fire suddenly flashing in her green eyes. "You can't expect me to just take this lying down."
"You of all people should know that death is apart of life, Q." She tried to reason. Woah, since when was she ever the reasonable one? Talk about your warped reality...
"This isn't death, Santana. It's murder. So, unless you have the power to turn back time, which I'm pretty sure you don't otherwise you would've told me, you are going to take me back to Hell to talk to Sue."
"The fuck I am!" Was that even possible? A non-dead human going down to Hell? Damn, she probably should've read that manual Becky gave her after all…
"She's the only one I can go to who might have the power to bring them back." Quinn continued, looking more like her old, determined self with every second.
"Yeah, might." She stood up as well and let her napkin fall off her lap. "And besides, even if she did have that kind of power, you think she's just going to give you what you want without something in return?"
"I don't care what she wants." Quinn spat out, clearly not hearing her words completely. "I'll do whatever it takes to get them back. Whatever. It. Takes."
"Quinn." She walked around the table and firmly grasped her by the shoulders. If she was going to have to slap the blonde to see reason, she would. "You are hurting and you have every right to be, but honey, you're not thinking straight. You know deep down that Sue isn't an option. You just have to accept things the way they-"
She hadn't even finished her sentence before the two of them were suddenly transported out of the room without warning and reappeared in what looked like a demonic waiting room. She swore loudly, instantly recognizing the place.
"Thanks, Santana." Quinn spoke up, brushing herself off. "But you couldn't have given me a little warning? Your little trips can be on the nauseating side for this human."
"I didn't do this." she snapped, her jaw tightening. She wasn't even aware that Quinn's voice no longer sounded like sandpaper. "We were summoned here."
Sue must've overheard Quinn running her mouth.
God dammit.
Shaking her head, she exhaled deeply and walked past the receptionist's desk (I.e. Becky's desk) toward the two double doors. Said Ewok appeared before her in an instant, blocking her way to the corridor leading to Sue's office. Becky looked up from her clipboard and arched her eyebrow. "Do you have an appointment, sandbags?"
She rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest. "Sue summoned me here out of the blue. Now move, Jackson."
Becky stayed where she was, her gaze drifting suspiciously over to Quinn and then back at her. "Do you have any proof?"
"I wouldn't be standing here otherwise, you demented little Care Bear."
"Hold on a second." Becky turned to the side and began talking into her headset. After a second, she turned back around and nodded. "Go ahead."
"Yeah, thought so." She proceeded forward only to have Becky stop her. Her brow furrowed immediately. "I wasn't talking to you, Lopez. The Boss only said Fabray."
She scoffed. "Well, you can tell her that I'm not letting Quinn go in there alone."
"Santana, it's fine. I'm a big girl." Quinn spoke up, placing a reassuring hand on her arm. The blonde frowned at the skeptical expression she no doubt had on her face. "What, you don't trust me?"
"Damn straight." came her instant reply. She didn't care if Quinn suddenly had her tough girl front on, she knew the girl was still as susceptible as a baby bird with a broken wing on the inside.
"Jee, thanks, Santana." Quinn muttered sarcastically. Her jaw tightened as Quinn thanked Becky, who was holding the door open for her and then turned to her. "I won't be long."
"If she kills you, don't come crying to me!" She called back before Becky could close the door on her.
With her head held high and back straight, she walked down the corridor at a leisurely pace, with her game face on. Even though her body was beyond exhausted and she'd never felt more emotionally shattered in her life, she couldn't let any of that show when she walked into Sue's office. The woman would no doubt pick up on it and try to use it to her advantage.
And she couldn't have that.
Once she reached Sue's door, she lifted her fist to knock, only to have the door open before that could happen. Exhaling deeply, she relaxed her shoulders and stepped inside. The office looked exactly the same compared to the last time she was here.
She moved forward, unsurprised at the sight of Sue leaning back in her chair, waiting for her. "Long time no see, Q." Sue flicked her wrist, and the door behind her closed, before gesturing to the seat in front of her desk. "Take a seat."
She gave a curt nod and let her hands move to her hips. "Thanks, but I think I'll stand."
"So I take it you know why I brought you here." Sue removed her glasses and tapped them against her lips.
"Yes, and just let me say-"
"This is my turf, Fabray." Sue quickly interrupted, eyes dangerously narrowed. "I'll do the talking. Now first I want to give my condolences on your losses."
"Yeah, right." The bitter response had escaped her lips before she could stop herself.
"That sentence alone really tested my gag reflexes." Sue coughed into her hand before redirecting her attention back onto her. "But you're right. I could care less about your losses. Now a little birdie, and by birdie I mean myself, tells me that you want to bring back your beloved Adams Family posse and your little hunky wolf love from the dead."
"Precisely. Now can you help me or not?"
Sue set her glasses down on her desk. "I can't resurrect those that have died, Q. Only Death can do that and even then it would take a mighty lot of persuasion on my part since I would be tampering the whole natural order thing, although even I don't see how vampires and werewolves are even categorized as natural but whatever. Anyhow that kind of thing is not something the old geezer takes lightly."
She pursed her lips together and nodded, though part of her was on the skeptical side. "Okay…what about reversing time?"
Sue snorted. "I didn't turn back the clock to stop the Holocaust from happening and I sure as hell am not gonna do it to save your pathetic friends."
"Family." She corrected. "They're my family."
Ignoring that comment, Sue continued: "Although I would be willing to make an exception if you reconsidered my previous offer."
Her brow furrowed. "Wait, you said you didn't want me as one of your demons. You said that I was 'a green banana'."
Sue nodded, a dark smirk playing across her lips. "Ah, but you were a green banana, Q. Now…well now you're like a banana with brown spots and getting browner by the second."
Okay…. She stared at her unsurely. "And that means?"
Sue straightened up in her seat and closed the journal on her desk. "I told you once before, Quinn. I see a young me within you. And anyone with eyes can see that she's dying to get out. Problem is you won't let her."
Her jaw tightened before she managed out through gritted teeth: "I am nothing like you."
"On the contrary." Sue replied casually. "You see, I once lost someone I loved deeply just as you did. My sister Jean. She was my best friend. My everything. But when I fell, she did not follow. Said she could not betray Him."
She crossed her arms in front of her and nodded. "And with good reason."
"You're really not one to talk Ms. Ex-banished angel turned pathetic human." Sue quickly retorted with a glare. "Anyways in order to further punish me for what I'd done, He destroyed her."
Her eyes narrowed doubtfully, a scoff escaping her lips. "You're lying. He would never do a thing like that. He would never hurt an angel just to spite you."
"Tell me, Quinn, have you ever met God?"
As she shook her head, Sue quickly snapped, "Then I think you should shut your mouth until that changes."
She reluctantly did so and let Sue continue. "After that I was devastated beyond belief and scared of having to exist without her by my side. But that fear was quickly replaced with anger, no - fury. So I got my revenge."
She nodded, but when she found Sue looking at her expectantly, she sighed and reluctantly asked: "How?"
"I get my revenge every time a human soul loses its humanity and becomes a demon. Nothing causes Him more anguish than that. And nothing causes me more pleasure. Although poking fat kids with a stick comes in a close second."
"Can I leave now?" She asked rather sharply, having heard enough of her nonsense. "Because this conversation is going nowhere." When Sue didn't say anything otherwise, she turned on her heel without another word and headed toward the door.
"You know I can help you get your revenge, Q." She stopped and turned around, brow furrowed with confusion.
Sue smiled. "Two words: The Volturi."
This woman would just not quit. She found herself shaking her head once again at her. "I don't want revenge."
"Don't you?" Sue didn't sound convinced. "Cause there was an awful amount of uncertainty in your voice just then, Q."
She bit back the remark on the tip of her tongue and swallowed it, instead replying with: "An eye for an eye would make the whole world blind."
"Think of how much better you'll feel afterward." Sue tried to sway, completely ignoring her comment. "You won't be hurting as much."
"I highly doubt that." She swiftly pulled open the door and walked out of it.
"Think it over Fabray!"
Sue watched her go and once the door closed, she pressed the button of her intercom system linked to Becky's headset. She leaned forward and spoke into the speaker. "Becky, we've got ourselves a code 666. You know what to do."
"Roger that, Coach."
Bouncing her left leg impatiently over her right knee, Santana was about seconds from ramming the doors down and seeing what the hell Sue was talking to Quinn about. Sure old bat was her boss but that didn't mean she trusted her, especially when her very vulnerable best friend was involved. But surely Quinn was smart enough, even in her state, not to do anything rash, right?
Okay, now she was just buggin'. Quinn was anything but rash. But still, if that girl came out of Sue's office and told her she made some kind of a deal with Coach Sylvester, she was gonna punch the blonde's teeth out.
After all she had not become a demon just so her best friend could turn around and sign up to become one too.
That girl was gonna stay human until she croaked at a respectable old lady age. Whether she liked it or not (Besides she was already looking forward to seeing an old lady Quinn with like, wrinkles and grey hair and saggy boobs n' stuff. No way the blonde was gonna take that away from her).
She snickered to herself as a bunch of genius Old lady insults started to flood her brain. Man she couldn't wait to use them…
Her inner musings were halted when the sound of footsteps grew nearer. She turned her head and all but jumped out of her seat when she noticed Quinn walking over to her. Okay, she doesn't look like she just did something she regretted. That's good.
"What the hell took you so long?" she instantly demanded, her feet closing the distance between the two of them before her hand latched onto Quinn's arm. "I want details, Fabray. Now."
"Chill out, Santana." Quinn unlatched her fingers from her arm and scowled at the nail impressions left in her skin. "Nothing happened. We just talked."
They just talked, her mind repeated. She scoffed, nearly yelling 'BULLSHIT'. What the hell could they have just talked about? The weather? Global warming? The fact that penguins can't fly and yet they're still considered birds? "What did Sue have to say to you?"
"She clearly tried, and failed, to mess with my head." Quinn explained, a smug smile briefly adorning her lips before it disappeared. "You have nothing to worry about."
"Oh, don't I? What happened to Little Miss I don't care what Sue wants from me. I'll do whatever it takes to get them back." She mimicked Quinn's voice on the latter part, earning a an amused eyebrow arch from the blonde.
"You honestly believe that's what I sound like?"
"No, but I'd have to smoke a hell of a lot of cigarettes to get your raspy ass voice down and frankly I don't have that kind of commitment."
Quinn smiled for a moment longer before it slowly faded from her face. She loathed to watch it go, just because she had a dreaded feeling that Quinn was about to revert to that depressing zombie-like state from this morning. "But you were right earlier."
"Of course I was right, I'm always right."
Quinn playfully rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Seriously. The longer I listened to Sue's….absurdity, the more I realized that going to her for help was a stupid idea. I just have to accept that what's done is done and try to move on, instead of trying to get the Devil to do the impossible."
"If it helps, I don't think that Jacob would've wanted you to do anything to you know, jeopardize you living a happy and full life." She slightly winced at the end, realizing she'd said his name and instantly hoped that wouldn't trigger another Quinn breakdown.
"Yeah, you're probably right." She smiled sympathetically as Quinn traced the bracelet she wore on her left wrist with her thumb, seemingly unbothered by her use of his name. "It'll be hard, Q, but I promise you'll get through this. I've got your back, remember?"
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Sha-Queer-A."
Son of a mother fuckin' bitchlet!
That annoying voice prompted her to spin around so fast, her hair whipped Quinn in the face. She turned to glare into those stupidly obnoxious green eyes of her fellow demon, in hopes the skin would melt off his face just as it did to the Nazis in that one Indiana Jones movie.
Her teeth ground together when she saw that the stupid manwhore wasn't alone.
As if her day couldn't get any worse.
She crossed her arms over her chest and continued to glare at the two people she wanted nothing more than to go all Lima Heights on…all day, every day for the rest of eternity until they were nothing but a pile of demon dust. "What the hell are you two doing here?"
Okay, even she has to admit that's a stupid question since they all have the same boss. But unfortunately for her, the looks on their faces indicate that they feel the same way.
Fuckin' bastards.
"Aren't you going to introduce us to your friend, Santana?" The stupid Andrew McCarthy look-a-like asked as he sauntered up to them, her shorter, blonder, and female-r nemesis following suit.
"Fine." She briefly looked at Quinn, pleased to see that the girl was eyeing her nemeses warily, (as she should) before turning her attention forward again. "Quinn, meet Sebastian Smythe aka King of Gay Meerkats and Kitty Wilde aka The Porn Star Pussycat. Fellow demons and MAJOR pains in my ass."
"We're also roomies." Sebastian added with a stupid playboy grin, knowing that she hated the arrangement more than she hated Hitler and his Nazi bitches. He just loved to rub it in.
"Yeah, we share the same apartment complex." Kitty explained, taking notice of Quinn's furrowed brow.
"And you wonder why I was always buggin' you back on Earth." She muttered to Quinn, her head turned. "You see what I have to put up here?"
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Quinn." Sebastian spoke up again, now directly in front of them and totally invading both of their bubbles. She wanted nothing more than to kick him in the balls.
"Uh, likewise, Sebastian?" Quinn replied rather unsurely, though she still tried to manage a polite smile.
Her face contorted with horror, and disgust, as she watched Sebastian pick up Quinn's hand and kiss the back of it.
"Dude, what the fuck are you doing?" She instantly yanked Quinn backward and stepped in between the two of them, though she loathed to have to stand any closer to the ugly gaybie than she had to. "You fuck boys, remember?"
If looks could kill, she would've killed him three times over just because of that annoying little amused smirk he gave her. She glanced back at Quinn and sighed heavily. "Now we gotta go disinfect your hand. Who knows where his mouth's been. He might've just infected you with rabies or some shit."
She grabbed a hold of Quinn's hand (the one Smythe didn't touch) with the intent on getting them back to Earth before her alter ego Snix made an appearance. As much as she wanted to let her run free reign, the last thing she needed was Sue berating her for attempting to go all Battle Royale on her 'co-workers'.
"Hold on a second, Santana. Sue has a new assignment for you." Kitty informed her, her cat eyes glinting deviously like the crazy evil bitch that she was.
"Now?" She all but complained before letting out a small huff of frustration. "Can't it wait?"
Sebastian shook his head and exhaled heavily. "Unfortunately it can't."
She glared at the two of them. Together they practically screamed, We know something you don't know. And that annoyed the fuck out of her (And not to mention worried).
"Fine." she reluctantly conceded. "Just let me drop Quinn off and then I'll-"
"Actually Sue wants her to stay here until you finish." Kitty interrupted, smiling sweetly at her. "But don't worry, San," She scowled, Kitty only used that nickname cause she knew how it ticked her off. "We'll take good care of her."
Ha! You'll take good care of her like lions will take care of a injured zebra. Over my dead body! "Yeah, so not gonna happen."
"Well, that's not your call to make, Santana. Sue's order. " Sebastian replied evenly, his hands sliding into the pocket of his slacks as he spoke.
"Besides, while you're gone, we can take her to the apartment and you know, show her around."
"She's been to Hell before, you insane little leprechaun, she doesn't need a fuckin' tour." She growled.
Becky got up from her desk and walked over to them, well specifically her. "Lopez, the Boss wants you in her office. Now."
"I'll be right there." she snapped, still glaring daggers at Sebastian and Kitty.
"Santana, relax. I can handle myself." She turned her attention onto Quinn and scoffed at her. "Q, you do remember that, 1. You're in Hell. 2. Those two are demons. And 3. You're just a puny human who has no power whatsoever?"
"Quinn's right, Santana." Sebastian stated. "You really have nothing to worry about. We aren't going to hurt your lover." He held up his right hand and flashed a boyish smile. "Scout's honor."
"She's not my lover, you twink." This boy was seriously working her last nerve. In a second she was going to fillet his penis and force feed it to Kitty.
"Honestly Santana, relax." Kitty crossed her arms over her chest and shifted her weight onto her other leg. "We're under strict orders not to any damage to your bestie."
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously at Kitty words and immediately she stepped forward, grabbed the little hobbit by her arm and dragged her out of earshot (well at least for Quinn anyways).
"What's your game, Willow? Tell me now." Kitty's gaze darkened as her nails sunk further into her arm. "You're really not in any position to be making demands, Santana." Kitty effortlessly pried her fingers from her forearm and bent them back until they snapped.
She hissed in pain and immediately took her hand back, holding it with her other while the bones repaired themselves. "Because I am older and therefore stronger than you are. How long is it going to take you before you wrap that concept around your skull?"
"I am warning you, Wilde. You leave Quinn the fuck alone. Whatever it is you have planned with little bitchlet, you need to drop. Your little mind games aren't going to work on her anyways. She's strong as fuck and don't think for a second she'll buy into any of the crap you'll know doubt spew from your mouth the second you get her alone."
Kitty just laughed. "Oh, Santana. You're cute. But you know as well as I that your bestie is as fragile as a leaf in autumn. She's not fooling anyone. And she most certainly isn't fooling Sue."
"You don't know a damn thing about me or about Quinn." she sharply interrupted, eyes blazing, "So shut your mouth, you little twat."
"Quinn's reached her breaking point, Santana." Kitty continued on, unfazed by her remark. "And if the situation isn't handled properly, the repercussions could be disastrous for her. You wouldn't want that, would you?"
"Stay away from her." She couldn't seem to emphasize that enough. And what the fuck was this chick even talking about?
"Santana, you don't get it." Her body tensed when Kitty had the gall to put a hand on her shoulder. "We're all on the same side. I want to help Quinn just as you do. Sebastian as well. We all see her potential, she just needs a few helping hands in the right direction."
What the hell is she talking about, potential? What potential?
Then it hit her. "Save your breath, Wilde. This place has a better chance of freezing over than Quinn becoming a demon."
Kitty gave small knowing smile and moved her hands behind her back as she walked past her, reminding her: "Even the Devil started out as an angel, Santana."
AN: So Kitty's last name is Wilde? I didn't know that prior to searching on the Glee Wiki. Was that ever mentioned on the show? Anywho when I found that out, I laughed because it really does sound like porn star name. But yes, there will more of her to come in the next chapter, Sebastian as well.
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