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Santana flinched in her sleep (the dream she was having not exactly pleasant) and started grumbling incoherently in Spanish. She jerked around in her place, inadvertently tangling her legs around the sheets, before she finally managed to rouse herself awake. She opened her eyes and scowled up at the ceiling. Damn you flying monkeys and cannibalistic munchkins! (And people wondered why she hated short people so much.)
She reluctantly pushed herself upright, her body still a little on edge from its rude awakening, and yawned. She stretched out her arms while her gaze drifted over to her right. It took her a second before her bugged out of their sockets, seeing that there was an empty space of bed where her best friend should've been. She scrambled to get out of bed, nearly falling flat on her face with her legs tangled in the sheets and all, and ran over to the bathroom. She peered inside to find it empty. Shit.
Swiftly turning back around, she headed for the door, nearly ripped it off its hinges in her haste, and ran out into the hallway. "For own sake, Fabray, you better still be human." she muttered under her breath as she hurriedly moved down the stairs. She was just about to check the kitchen when she spotted a familiar blonde blur out of the corner of her eye. She stopped her movements and turned on her heel, arching her eyebrow in confusion as she made her way over to the sleeping Fabray on the couch.
Her first instinct was to go off on the blonde for nearly giving her a damn heart attack (and maybe even throw her off the couch) but she sighed instead, knowing Quinn hadn't meant to scare her on purpose. Though she had no idea what the girl was doing out on the living room couch.
Was she seriously afraid she might get groped during the night? She mentally scoffed. She would've thought Quinn knew her better than that by now.
Her hands fell to her hips as she stared down at Quinn, unsure of what to do. After a few seconds of contemplating, she figured it best to first take a step back (after all she was kind of standing over Quinn in that creepy Edward Cullen of a way) and then leave the girl to continue sleeping.
She was actually surprised to see that Quinn was sleeping peacefully, with like none of that screaming and sobbing shit going on.
Maybe that was a sign she was getting better.
She sighed wistfully at the very thought, since after last night she was really starting to doubt her effectiveness in reassuring Quinn.
Part of her was shocked that she even got sleep last night because Quinn had left her feeling more worried than she'd ever felt in her entire existence.
Even after she'd explained to Quinn how things really worked in Hell, how bad demon life really was, and how she would help her out of her dark place and never give up on her, the blonde had just stared at her in a way that let her know that she could've given her all the reassurance in the world and none of it would've made any difference.
She walked into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee, then slumped into one of the chairs at the table. As much as she loathed to admit it, if Quinn really wanted to become a demon, there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop her.
And wasn't like she could go to anyone for help. Sue wanted Quinn to become a demon more than anything. She knew this because she'd overheard Sue talking to Becky about it before she left Sue's office. Apparently Sue planned on making Quinn her protégée or something, which didn't make any sense to her cause Sue had literally hundreds of thousands of demons at her beck and call. She didn't see what made Quinn so damn special.
And even if she somehow got through to Quinn and she miraculously decided that she didn't want to become a demon after all, she knew deep down that there was no chance in Hell that Sue was going to let her return to Earth anyways. Whether she liked it or not, Sue owned her best friend. She owned her the second she had made that fuckin' deal on Quinn's behalf.
It didn't take her long to figure out that Sue most likely planned on keeping Quinn in Hell for as long as it took to demonize her, basically making it so that either way the girl was doomed.
Groaning at that fact, she pushed her coffee cup aside and banged her forehead against the table. She was so infuriated she could scream. She was pissed off that Quinn was even considering being a demon. She was pissed off at Sue. Pissed off at Kitty and Sebastian. But most of all, she was pissed off with herself. Because of her, Quinn was trapped in a no-win situation.
Because of her, everyone Quinn cared about was dead.
If only she had helped them. If only she'd just gotten rid of the Volturi and then none of this would've happened. Sure she probably would've had to face Sue's wrath, but hell, she'd gladly face Sue's wrath for the next millennium if it meant saving Quinn from all this shit.
"Santana?" She lifted her head to find Quinn standing in the doorway, eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
Her voice held its annoyance even though she hadn't meant it to. "What?"
"You were muttering in Spanish." Quinn replied, frowning at her hostility. "I just wanted to see if you're alright."
"Define 'alright'." She pushed her chair back, the legs scraping against the hardwood floor, and stood up, taking her untouched cup with her.
"You seem tense." Quinn commented, stepping forward and sliding onto one of the counter stools as she dumped her coffee down the sink.
"And you wonder why." She slammed her coffee cup down against the bottom sink, breaking it into three large pieces.
"Look, Santana, I know you're mad at me-"
"I'm not mad at you, Q." She quickly interjected, her annoyance slowly subsiding. She met Quinn's gaze, finding the blonde raising a perfectly arched eyebrow at her. "You're not?"
"I'm more mad at myself than anything." she admitted. She snapped her fingers together and in that instant her coffee cup was back in one piece. "I'm the one who put you in this sucky situation."
Quinn shook her head and sighed. "Don't blame yourself, Santana. It's not your fault. It's mine."
Realizing that they've both been playing this 'blame game' for way too long, she decided to just shrug it off and save them both some time. "Either way, you're going to become a demon."
She glanced down at her own attire, saw that she was still in her pajamas and quickly changed that. She smoothed out her dress and her hair before she turned to the cupboards behind her and began picking out the things she would need to make breakfast.
"So you are mad at me."
"Maybe…just a little." she conceded with another raise of her shoulders, turning back around toward Quinn. "But even if you didn't want to become a demon, you'd still be stuck becoming one anyways. Sue's never gonna let you leave this place until you're as demonic as the rest of us."
"I figured as much." Quinn slid off her stool and walked around the counter to help her. "Though I'm a little surprised at how calm you are. You usually start ranting and yelling by now."
"No point to it, I guess. I mean as much as I don't want this to happen, there is absolutely nothing I can do about it. After all, what the Devil wants, the Devil gets." She passed Quinn the carton of eggs. "And unfortunately what she wants is you."
"Lucky me."
Santana let the silence stretch on for a minute before speaking up again. "So, you're like, not scared of becoming a demon? Like at all?"
Quinn shook her head. "Not really. No."
She turned her face to look at Quinn, eyes narrowed. "So you're really gonna be able to handle torturing all those human souls on a daily basis?"
"Probably not in the beginning, but my humanity will eventually burn out and when it does, then I won't feel a damn thing." Quinn walked around her and cracked two eggs into the pan. "Which is what I want." The fact that Quinn was so calm about the situation irked her a bit, but she tried not to dwell on it.
She nodded understandingly, though she couldn't help but add a scoff to it. "No wonder we didn't cut it out as angels."
"Why do you say that?"
She let out a hollow laugh as she met Quinn's curious gaze. "Cause we're so fucked up."
A small, sad smile extended across Quinn's features. "Yeah, won't argue with you on that."
"So why were you sleeping on the couch anyways? Don't tell me you've taken up sleepwalking."
Quinn shook her head. "No. I just didn't want to wake you up in case I had a nightmare or something. I practically kept you up the entire night the other day and I didn't want to put you through that again."
She smiled at Quinn's concern, though she didn't let the blonde see it. "Good, cause I was about this close to strangling you that night and then doping you up with Nyquil."
"Good morning!" Her teeth clenched together as Kitty sauntered into the kitchen with that stupid face of hers. "Morning, Quinn. Buenos dias, Santana."
"Fuck off, you little twat." she retorted with a scowl, earning a disapproving look from Quinn. Honestly, she couldn't understand how her best friend could even stomach looking at that crazy little bitch.
"Sue asked me to give this to you." Her brow furrowed as Kitty slipped into the stool across the counter and handed her a manila envelope.
She snatched the envelope from Kitty. "What is it?"
"Your work schedule for today." Kitty replied, her eyelashes batting obnoxiously.
She glanced over the long ass list enclosed in the envelope and scoffed loudly. "Are you fuckin' kidding me?" Her eyes lifted over the paper to meet Kitty's smug expression. "This is going to take forever."
Kitty gave a careless shrug. "Sue wants it all done by the end of today."
She took another glance at her to-do list and mentally started swearing. She knew exactly why Sue was suddenly giving her all this work. She wanted her out of the way so that Sebastian and Kitty could continue influencing Quinn to their side. Sighing heavily, she slid the paper back in it's envelope. "I gotta go talk to Sue. This is getting ridiculous."
Kitty rolled her eyes, then focused her attention back on her nails. "You're not going to get out of doing your job, Santana."
"The only reason Sue's giving me all this crap to do is because she knows I'll stand in the way of you and the Twink from doing your job."
Kitty feigned innocence. "Whatever are you talking abut Santana?"
"You and I both know Sue assigned you and Sebastian to manipulate Quinn into wanting to become a demon. Well, guess what? You succeeded, so congratulations." She murmured a quick see you later to Quinn before vanishing into thin air.
"Interesting." Kitty mused once Santana had left. She reluctantly glanced up at Kitty once she'd flipped her omelet over. "What?"
"Santana." Kitty responded, turning her head so that her gaze was fixated on her. "You want to become a demon, no doubt thanks to me, and she doesn't seem to have any desire to want to go all Lima Heights on my ass."
"That's simply because she knows that Sue plans on keeping me down here for however long it takes to demonize me. Whether it's something I want or not." She picked up a spatula and scooped her omelet out of the pan before setting it on a plate. "There's no point in fighting a lost cause."
"I never pegged Santana as the giving up type." Though Kitty quickly shrugged it off. "But whatever, I guess now this means I'll have to send you guys like a fruit basket or something to show my appreciation."
Her brow furrowed. "What are you talking about?"
"You just made my job a whole lot easier." Kitty explained after dismissing her offer to make an omelet for her as well. "I mean, when Sue first told us about you, I figured we'd be stuck working your case for at least a couple years. And then with Santana always at your side," Kitty gave a dramatic eye roll that really resembled Santana's. "I figured it might even take twice that. But no. One day with you and already my job's done. Though I will admit I am kind of disappointed. I thought you would be much harder to break and I was so looking forward to the challenge."
"Sorry to disappoint you." she murmured, picking up her plate and walking it over to the kitchen table. Kitty turned around in her seat and hopped down from the stool to join her at the table.
She was just about to cut into her omelet when she felt Kitty's gaze on her, prompting her to stop and look up. "Don't you have work to do?"
"Once you're done with breakfast, I'll take you over to Sue, we'll have you sign over your soul and then get you started on your training." Kitty clasped her hands together and rested her chin on top of them.
"Training?"
Kitty nodded. "Even Sue's soon-to-be top dog needs training."
"Huh?"
"You, Quinn. I'm talking about you." Kitty said in exasperation. "Sue wants you to be her Head Bitch In Charge. You know, HBIC?"
Her eyebrow arched, partially intrigued yet confused at the very idea. "But what about Santana and Becky? I thought they were Sue's head demons."
"Becky, yes. But Santana?" Kitty snorted. "Don't make me laugh."
"But that's what Sue promised her when Santana agreed to become a demon." she replied, still frowning. "Sue said she would make her the most powerful demon, aside from herself and Becky." As she listened to herself speak, she realized that believing in the words of the Devil was probably a naïve thing for her to do.
And judging by the look on Kitty's face, the smaller blonde was thinking the exact same thing. "She only told Santana what she wanted to hear in order to seal the deal. Just cause Sue may have favored the girl in her human life doesn't guarantee her that kind of a position. You have to work for it. Earn it."
She chewed for a few seconds, then swallowed. "If that's so they why did you just call me Sue's soon-to-be top dog?"
"Sue saw your potential from the second she laid eyes on you." Kitty explained as if stating the obvious. "Sebastian and I noticed it too. You radiated off this…energy that we've only experienced from one other person: Sue. That's how we knew that you were special."
Still skeptical, she pushed the conversation back onto her best friend. "And Santana?"
"Let's just say that I can't wait for the day when that girl's humanity burns out. Cause she may have been a bad ass human but she makes for a really pathetic demon. Can't even torture a human soul without cringing. Talk about pitiful."
"So how old are you anyways?" she asked curiously, wanting to bypass anymore disparaging remarks Kitty no doubt had about Santana.
"Like three hundred and sixty." Kitty answered casually, her attention fixated back onto her cuticles. "I was around during the Salem witch trials."
"Really?" Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. "So were you one of the accused?"
Kitty looked up from her nails and scoffed. "Hardly. No, I was the girl who went around telling the town that all my classmates were witches. Dozens of innocent girls were prosecuted and hanged because of me." She sighed longingly. "I miss those days."
She grimaced slightly at that and took another bite of her food. "So how'd you become a demon?"
"Sue approached me shortly after the trials went down, told me she liked my style and asked if I wanted eternal power." Kitty twirled the ends of her hair around her finger aimlessly as she spoke. "Naturally I said yes. Figured I was gonna go to Hell anyways, so I might as well get something out of it. And the rest is history. Now are you done yet?"
She quickly wiped her mouth with her napkin and nodded before standing up with her plate in hand. "No need." Kitty stated, snapping her fingers and causing her plate to disappear. "Just go get out of your pajamas so we can get going. We've got a lot to do today and no time for dillydallying."
She nodded understandingly and ducked out of the kitchen. She jogged up the stairs and walked into Santana's room, closing the door behind her. Since she had no other clothes to wear, she was stuck putting back on the clothes she wore yesterday. After brushing her teeth, washing her face, and running a hairbrush through her hair, she made her way back downstairs. She covered her mouth and yawned halfway down, her eyes filling with water.
Though she didn't spend the night screaming and sobbing from nightmares, she could've done with a couple more hours of rest.
Last night, instead of the nightmares, she simply dreamt of the brief time she had with Jacob, reliving all the wonderful moments they'd shared together, only to wake up and become once again overwhelmed by the crushing weight of his loss. Stuck feeling as though her heart and soul had been torn out all over again.
"Ready to go?" Kitty asked when she reached the bottom of the stairs. She nodded and slid her hand in Kitty's extended one.
They reappeared in the waiting room where she had first met Kitty and Sebastian. She removed her hand from Kitty's and followed the smaller blonde through the double doors. They walked down the dreary corridor in silence before Kitty stopped at Sue's door. The door automatically opened and the two of them slipped inside.
"You better have good news for me, Kitty." Sue warned, her attention never wavering from the papers in her grasp as they walked forward.
"We've got a new recruit. Good enough news for you?" Sue looked up and removed her reading glasses. "Well, Q, what a surprise. Didn't think I'd see you again so soon."
"Can we just get this over with?" she asked rather impatiently, stopping in front of Sue's desk.
Sue smirked. "Afraid you'll change your mind, Q?"
"No. I'm just not one for small talk at the moment." she replied coolly.
"Good." Sue set the papers she'd been reading down on her desk and straightened up. "You know I once said it would take centuries to break a person like you, but now you've broken and I didn't even have to lift a finger. I just love when things work out like that." Sue glanced over at Kitty and gave a curt nod. "Good work, Kitty."
Kitty beamed, nodding her head graciously. "Thanks, coach."
"Now, Q, I do believe you know how to finalize the deal." Sue conjured up a contract out of thin air and placed it on her desk before pushing it toward her. "Just sign your name in blood, thereby giving me your soul and turning you into a demon for eternity. Once you sign, it's a done deal. No negotiating out of it, no going back on your word, none of that crap. Got it?"
She nodded and didn't hesitate in picking up the knife next to the contract, pricking her index finger with the tip of the blade. She winced slightly and as blood started to ooze out of her wound, she leaned forward and signed her name at the bottom of the page in one fluid motion. She found it funny that something so crucial could be taken care of just like that. Sue owned her soul now, yet she didn't feel any different.
She straightened up and took a step back. Part of her felt relieved, like things could only get better from here (in terms of escaping her pain) while the other part of her felt horrified and disgusted at what she'd just done. I can't believe you just sold your soul to the Devil. A small voice within her cried.
I had to do it. She countered to the voice. It was the only way out. Besides, I was doomed from the very beginning. There was no escaping this. It was inevitable.
You keep telling yourself that.
"Now give me your hand, Q." She pulled herself out of her thoughts at the sound of Sue's voice and warily offered her right hand.
"No, the other one." She dropped her right hand and extended her left, still confused. "Now this might hurt, so suck it up now cause I won't have any crying in my office. Tears are like acid. If they fall, they'll corrode my desk and I can't have that."
She inhaled sharply before grasping Sue's left hand. As soon as her hand made contact, she hissed in pain and automatically tried to retract her hand, but Sue had her in an iron clad hold. Touching Sue's hand was like putting her hand into an open flame or touching the inside of an oven. The burning sensation felt as though it was seeping through her skin, traveling throughout her body and burning her from the inside out. She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from making any unfavorable noises, though she couldn't keep her eyes from brimming with tears.
She wasn't sure how long they stayed like that but after a certain amount of time, the pain got so excruciating that it actually brought her down to her knees.
Santana could've at least warned her about this part.
Finally Sue let go of her hand to which she sighed in relief. It took a second before she could muster up the strength to get back on her feet. Her body no longer burned, but she was left with a warm sensation similar to the sensation one got after drinking a mug of hot chocolate or coffee.
She glanced down at her hand, expecting to see at least a third degree burn of some kind only to find it completely normal. Her fingers brushed over her palm, the intense heat still there. She looked up from her hand to meet Sue's gaze. "And what was that?"
It felt like she had an electric current coursing through her body, leaving her with a tingling sensation that she could only assume was her newfound power.
Sue ignored her question. "You'll feel a little off for the first hour or so, but other than that you should be good to go." Sue looked over her shoulders to Kitty, who stood off to the side. "Kitty, you know what to do." Kitty nodded and turned on her heel, heading for the door.
"Before you go, Q." Sue snapped her fingers and handed her a book entitled, Demonhood for Dummies. "If you've got questions ask Santana, Kitty or Sebastian. Now get out of my office."
"Uh, thanks." She took the book and turned around, then followed Kitty out the door.
She looked to Kitty as they continued down the corridor. "So what happens now?"
Kitty turned her head and smiled, a devious glint in her hazel eyes. "What I like to call Demon Boot camp."
She cursed under her breath as her back hit the ground once more, the force of impact enough to make the branches on the trees surrounding her shake. She pushed herself upright and exhaled a frustrated sigh geared toward Kitty.
"Seriously, Quinn, didn't those loser angels teach you anything about self defense?" Kitty inquired, standing a few feet away from her with both hands resting on her hips. "You've got some talent, I'll give you that, but you completely lack that killer instinct necessary to win a fight. It's really pathetic, you know that?"
She pushed herself off the ground and hastily brushed off her skirt before meeting Kitty's gaze. "Need I remind you that I was a guardian angel? Sure they taught us how to defend ourselves if necessary but fighting goes against our nature. Angels like to sort out things peacefully."
"Exactly my point. Those days are long behind you, Fabray. You're a demon now so start acting like one." Kitty crossed the field they were practicing in and moved closer to her. "Now there are three things that demons do better than anyone in existence. These three things are essential in making it as a demon: Exploit, attack, destroy. Then repeat. Got that?" She nodded.
"Now you've got the whole teleportation thing down, but it's exactly how angels get around so I knew that would be cake for you." Again she nodded her head.
"Aside from the superhuman strength and heightened senses we can pretty much manipulate any physical matter through the power of will." She briefly recalled how Kitty had repaired the living room with a simple flick of her wrist. "Like angels."
Kitty glanced at her and gave a quick scoff. "Yeah, but the only difference is that we actually get to use our powers."
She nodded understandingly. Guardian angels had always been taught to only use their powers in an emergency situation, where as demons seemed to have free reign with all their powers.
A fact she kind of liked.
"We can cause humans all kinds of discomfort with just the brush of our fingers. We can make them susceptible to an unwanted pregnancy, we can give them any disease we like, hell if they're dying we can even speed up the process or slow it down if we feel like it." Kitty explained, the two of them walked around the empty field as she spoke. "I myself specialize in natural disasters. Hurricane Katrina? All me. And if I do say so myself, I did a damn fine job. Though I hope to top myself with a few killer earthquakes I've got in the works. Haiti and Japan best be looking out cause Kitty Wilde is on the prowl." She chuckled, just because Kitty put on her best lioness face in that moment.
"Anyways we also can manipulate all the elements but we have the strongest control over fire. Obviously." Kitty snapped her fingers and a flame appeared out of the tip of her thumb, then with another snap, the flame was gone. "Now you try."
She mimicked Kitty's actions and smiled satisfactorily when she was met with the same results.
Kitty nodded her head approvingly. "Needless to say, the more you use your powers, the stronger you'll become. And the more powerful you are, the more resistant you are to harm."
"Now what else? Oh, so aside from torturing the human souls condemned to Hell, another main part of our job is manipulating humans here on earth into committing crimes that will eventually get them sent to Hell. We get them to lie, cheat, steal, you know all that good stuff. All this info is in that manual Sue gave you but no one bothers to read it anyways." Kitty waved offhandedly before abruptly spinning around and stopping right in front of her. She came to a grinding halt, nearly running into the smaller blonde, before taking a step back.
"But enough of the jibber-jabber. It's time to get back to work."
She inwardly groaned, hoping they'd moved past the whole combat training. Why did she even need to learn how to fight anyways? If anyone gave her trouble she'd just vaporize their sorry ass. End of story.
"Only this time, if you hold back again, I will cut you like a bitch." Kitty stated with all seriousness. "I will make Baby Jane look like a sex goddess compared to you when we're done. And don't think that I won't or that I can't. Cause if I can do it to Shirley Temple, I can do it to you. So quit acting like the wimp that I know you aren't, Fabray, and give into all those hostile feelings you're bottling up."
"Kitty-" The rest of her thought was forgotten as Kitty's fist suddenly collided with her nose, resulting in a sharp crack.
She staggered back a step and a half, both her hands clasped over her newly broken nose. Wincing in pain, she set the bone back into place and dropped her hands when she felt it start to heal. She glared at Kitty. "Thanks for that. Thanks a lot."
Kitty merely shrugged her shoulders as she inspected her knuckles. "Like I said earlier, Q, expect the unexpected." As soon as the words left her mouth, Kitty tried to hit her once more but thankfully she caught the girl's fist before it came in contact with her face again.
She smiled triumphantly…though that quickly faded when Kitty's other fist collided with her cheek.
Huffing in frustration, she delivered a right hook aimed at Kitty, only to have the small blonde move her head out of the way at the last second. She tried again with her left, only Kitty caught her fist and twisted her arm around until something popped.
"Seriously, Quinn. Grow a pair, would you?" Kitty snapped with exasperation as her arm healed. "I'm not your friend right now. I'm your enemy. What you're throwing at me is a bunch of dog crap. You can do better. I know it. You know it. So stop holding back." When she didn't respond or make any kind of advance, Kitty dramatically rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine. Be that way."
Her eyes widened when, within the blink of an eye, Kitty no longer stood before her. Instead, in her place, stood a certain small, blonde Volturi guard member.
Jane.
Her brow furrowed in confusion, though her jaw tightened when Jane's lips curled into a malicious smile. "Hello, Quinn. How's Jacob? Oh wait…" Her smile faded into a sympathetic, yet incredibly fake, grimace.
A feral snarled ripped through her body as the memory of Jacob's death flashed before her eyes, igniting the hatred that had remained buried under the surface until now.
"C'mon, Quinn." Jane sauntered up to her and pushed at her shoulders. "Fight me." She pushed again, harder this time, provoking her even more. "I killed the love of your life or have you already forgotten? C'mon now." Another push, though this one was accompanied with musical laughter. "You know if I could, I would do it over and over again. But each time I'd kill him in a completely different way."
Her hand shot out to Jane's neck, seizing her around the throat before the girl could breathe another word.
Jane's own hand flew out to wrap around her wrist, putting as much force on it as she could. The corner of her mouth twitched from the pain but didn't relent her grasp. The pent-up emotions she'd been trying to suppress came bubbling to the surface fueling her adrenaline.
She executed a powerful kick to Jane's kneecap, bringing the vampire to her knees. But the girl's knees had no sooner hit the ground that she lunged forward and effectively tackled her to the ground. The collision shook the earth, prompting the birds in the trees to seek new refuge. It was a good thing they were in deep in the Appalachian Mountains, far from civilization.
They rolled over several times but the moment she had Jane on top of her, she pushed at the girl's stomach with all her weight, sending her flying backward through the air. To her dismay the vampire landed gracefully on her feet and flashed her a look that basically read, Is that the best you got?
She swept her hair out of her face and exhaled deeply before taking a running start toward Jane.
Sharp kicks and powerful hits were exchanged, the sounds of fists meeting skin and limbs colliding defensively resonating in the air.
The second she got the opportunity, she delivered a solid kick to Jane's head, then spun the girl around and put both hands around her head before violently slamming her skull into the earth. With that, her neck snapped and the rest of her body fell limp. She conjured up a handful of flames, intent on finishing her off properly, but then Jane rolled onto her back, morphing back into Kitty. "Okay, okay. You win."
For a few minutes she'd actually forgotten that it had really been Kitty she was fighting. Disappointment set in. She reluctantly took a step back and closed her fist, extinguishing the flames. She held out her hand to Kitty and once Kitty's hand met hers, she hoisted the girl upward…only to slam her fist back into Kitty's face, sending her back to the ground with a thud. Kitty looked up at her incredulously.
"That's for breaking my nose earlier."
Kitty just stared at her for a split second before bursting into laughter. She plopped down next to her on the grass, her body shaking with laughter of her own. The laughter eventually died down, leaving the two of them in a content silence.
"So how'd it feel?" Kitty asked curiously, leaning back on her elbows. "Getting to beat the shit out of me er - Jane."
"Exhilarating." she replied automatically, leaning back on her elbows as well. She tilted her head back and admired the purplish-orange Tennessee sky above them. "Though it would've been way more gratifying if I'd really been fighting Jane."
"So I take it you're gonna go after the Volturi the first chance you get."
She nodded her head, her gaze still fixated on the clouds. Now that she was a demon, destroying the Volturi was all she had left to look forward to. "Basically."
"Even if Sue tells you not to?"
"Yep." she answered, her lips popped on the 'p'. She laid down on her back completely, resting her hands behind her head. "So, what's next on the agenda? More training?" She turned her head and smirked at Kitty. "Or have you had enough ass kicking for today?"
"You get the upper hand on one round and suddenly you think you're Muhammad Ali." After rolling her eyes, Kitty moved onto her side, facing toward her. "I've been around for a long time, Fabray, and what I showed you today is only a quarter of the damage I can do to you. I didn't even use my powers for Christ's sake."
"Are you saying that you held back?" She arched her eyebrow, amused. "What happened to cutting me like a bitch? Don't tell me you're all talk and no-"
"Quit while you're ahead, Fabray." Kitty advised, eyes narrowed. "Before you say something you'll regret."
She held up her hands in mock surrender and sighed dramatically, though a smile played across her lips. "Calm down Kitty cat and retract your claws, I'm only joking with you. Last thing I need is to look like Baby Jane."
"Got that right." Kitty pushed herself forward and got back on her feet before smoothing out her Cheerio's skirt. "Anyways, c'mon. Let's get going."
She reluctantly pushed herself upright and began dusting the blades of grass and dirt off her clothes. "Where to?"
"Someplace were we can get you new clothes." Kitty replied, giving her the once-over. "Cause as cute as your clothes are they're not exactly demon material."
"Oh and a cheerleading uniform is?" she countered, her voice laced with sarcasm.
"You're this close to having your breasts reduced to nothing but ash, Fabray. But not like it would make any difference to you. You've got the chest of a prepubescent Asian."
Choosing to ignore that comment, she reverted back to their previous topic. "So if I need clothes then I guess that means we're going shopping."
"So is there a demonic dress code that I should know about?" she murmured wryly as she and Kitty rifled through clothing racks of a clothing boutique in Pittsburgh (why Pittsburgh she didn't know, and really didn't care). She lifted up a cute teal dress that looked to be her size, only to have Kitty snatch it out of her hands and put it back on the rack. "Colors aside from black are a big no-no. Except for red, but even then it's gotta be a deep red, not like that obnoxiously bright Valentine's day red."
"Right." She turned to another rack of dresses and continued thumbing through them, only stopping to look at the items that fit Kitty's description.
"How about this one?" She lifted her head at the sound of Kitty's voice and found the girl holding up what she assumed was a dress, though to her it could pass off as a tube top of some kind. She scrunched her nose up unfavorably. "That thing has about half the fabric a dress should have. While that may suffice for someone like Santana, I'd prefer something a little more modest."
Kitty took another look at the dress before holding it back out to her. "You'd look super hot in it."
"I'm a demon, Kitty." she said, lowering her voice but keeping it firm. "Not a hooker."
"Sometimes they're one in the same." Kitty reluctantly put the dress back and joined her in the aisle she was currently walking in. "So what'd you find?"
"Nothing." She scanned the last aisle of clothing one last time just to be sure, only to nod her head, agreeing with her earlier sentiment. "Yeah, nothing."
"Okay, then let's go somewhere else." She followed Kitty out of the store and balked at the harsh sunlight that greeted her. Her hand automatically moved over her eyes in attempts to keep herself from being permanently blinded. Having spent the past two days in the dark, dreary pit known as Hell, her eyes still hadn't fully adjusted to the change in light. "Here."
She turned her head and gratefully took the pair of sunglasses that appeared in Kitty's outstretched palm. Kitty was already wearing a pair herself. "Thanks." Her eyes instantly relaxed from their squinting once she put the glasses on.
"The more you come up here, the easier it will be to deal with the daylight." Kitty explained, the two of them continuing down the sidewalk of the outdoor shopping center they were at.
Behind her the protection of her sunglasses, she rolled her eyes as peppy teenage girls passed them by, chatting animatedly and laughing excessively. She didn't know why but she found their behavior incredibly irritating. "Let's have some fun with them." Kitty suggested, taking her arm and stopping.
She glanced back at the girls retreating forms and then with a snap of Kitty's fingers, one of the girl's purse suddenly split open at the bottom, depositing all its contents on the pavement. The girl cried out indignantly before dropping to her knees. Her friends did the same, scrambling to help her pick up her things. As this played out, Kitty walked past her and sauntered up to the group of girls. Since they were currently invisible to the human eye, the girls were completely oblivious to Kitty's presence.
She looked on with intrigue as Kitty brushed a hand over the lower back of one of the girls. The girl released the container of lip gloss she'd had in her grasp and used it to discreetly grab at her abdomen. As Kitty walked away from the group, the girl she'd touched suddenly threw up all over friends, much to their horror. The contents of the purse lay forgotten on the ground as the girls jumped back onto their feet and started squealing and squirming in disgust.
Once Kitty was back at her side, the smaller blonde spun back around to take in her work. She smiled approvingly at the scene she'd caused, snickering when a few bystanders started taking pictures and filming the chaos.
She and Kitty stood off to the side, reveling in the teenagers' misfortune and getting a few good laughs out of it.
After searching through a few more vintage clothing stores, she eventually came across a 50's black cocktail party dress. It was her era, her style. Modest, yet sexy, and did absolute wonders for her figure (not that she needed any help in that department).
With the dress draped over her left forearm, she leaned over the jewelry counter she was currently at and scanned the inventory for suitable accessories. They had long ditched Pittsburgh, Kitty deciding that the next leg of their little spree should continue somewhere more sophisticated. And nothing screamed sophistication more than Barney's in New York.
"Found your shoes." Kitty announced triumphantly, prompting her to take her eyes off the necklace she'd been mulling over. Kitty placed a pair of killer heels (and she did mean killer by the looks of those ridiculous heels. A girl could easily gouge out an eye with those things) on top of the jewelry display case in front of her. "Louboutins. They'll go perfectly with your dress and no, this is not up for discussion. You're wearing them."
"They are pretty fabulous." She admitted, picking the heels up and smiling at the deep red soles. "Though they're are a little higher than what I'm used to."
"Whatever. You'll get used to them. Now to find something to complete your outfit." Kitty pursed her lips together as she glanced around the store. Without another word, she dove into the women's clothing department, leaving her standing at the counter. She merely shrugged it off and focused her attention back on the bracelets, rings, and necklaces before her.
As she took a closer look at some silver bracelets, her gaze automatically turned back to the one she wore around her left wrist. Her heart panged at the sight of the wolf dangling from the chain.
She was never going to be able to move on with the constant reminder, so she unclasped the chain (after fumbling with it for a few seconds) and slid the bracelet into her cardigan pocket.
Since she was having no luck with the accessories, she picked up the heels off the counter and set out to find Kitty.
To her dismay, the bracelet, even though it weighed practically nothing, felt as though it had turned into a cement block in her pocket. Part of her wanted to dispose of it right then and there but deep down she couldn't allow herself to do such a thing. She continued down the main aisle of the store, her head looking from side to side for any sight of the small hazel-eyed demon.
As she approached the men's department, she came to a grinding halt at the sight before her.
A sick feeling washed over her as she stared at the man who could've passed for her father's doppelganger. Same build, same height, same blonde hair. And as the man turned around, the same blue eyes. Though the man wasn't her father (that would be impossible) the resemblance was uncanny.
But then things took a disturbing turn when a small blonde little girl popped out from the men's coat racks and screamed, "BOO!" to her father. The man gave an exaggerated jump back, his eyes widening in mock surprise to the little girl's delight.
Partially sickened by the father/daughter fun playing out before her, she looked away, only to find a blonde woman chatting away to the sales rep at the perfume counter across the way. When the man began chasing the little girl around, she sought her mother's protection and hid behind the woman's legs.
She would've found this sight endearing had it not been for the fact that it was like looking at the 21st century version of her family.
She looked back at the man, who became preoccupied with texting a message on his cell phone.
To his secret girlfriend no doubt.
At that thought, her gaze changed to a harsh glare, the memories of what her father did to her, of what he did to her mother for all those years, flashing through her mind.
Consumed with her own hurt and anger, she approached the man vehemently and placed her right hand over his heart, with one thought in mind. She took a step back and watched as the man clutched at his chest and sank to his knees, gasping before his eyes rolled back in his head.
She stepped over him and continued on her way, the woman's screams echoing in her ears as well as the little girl's cries.
As far as she was concerned, she had just done them both a favor.
As security and a team of employees ran past her, she turned the corner and all but ran into Kitty. "There you are. I've been looking for you everywhere." Her brow furrowed at the Cheshire cat grin Kitty was sporting, her smile downright wicked. "What?"
Kitty, who had one hand behind her back, brought it forward, showing her the item in her grasp. "I've found the missing piece to your outfit. It'll give you that demonic edge." She eyed the black leather blazer jacket unsurely, prompting Kitty to throw her head back and groan.
"Oh come on, Quinn. Leather is hot. And if you won't wear leather pants, you can at least wear this. It won't kill you." While the jacket was stylish, she just couldn't picture herself wearing something like it.
"For the love of God. I guess you'll just have to see it on to believe me." Kitty gruffly grabbed onto her forearm and dragged her to the nearest dressing rooms before pushing her into one of the stalls, thrusting the jacket into her arms and closing the door behind them.
A second later she pushed Kitty out of the small compartment and locked the door behind her. First she shrugged off her shoes and then proceeded in removing each item of clothing she had on. Once she was down to her bra and underwear, she slipped on her new dress, smiling smugly to herself in the mirror at how damn good it felt. And looked.
Using one of the walls for balance, she put her shoes on, one heel at a time. She straightened up once she had both of them on and placed both hands on her hips, her gaze on her reflection. The heels gave her a couple more inches in height and while she'd felt unsteady in them at first, she quickly found her footing and walked around the room with ease.
Though her outfit looked fine the way it was, she knew Kitty would badger her to no end if she didn't put on the leather jacket. She reluctantly removed the item off its hanger and slipped it over her arms in on fluid movement. She flipped her hair from out under the form fitting jacket before taking a look at herself in the mirror.
"So am I a genius or what?" Kitty called out from the other side of the door.
"It looks good. I'll give you that." she retorted, smoothing out the jacket before looking at herself in it from all sides. The outfit was still girly but like Kitty said, the jacket gave her that edge.
The dressing room door swiftly opened, even though it was still technically locked (but to a demon that was no problem), and Kitty stepped inside despite her protests.
"Damn, it looks even better on you than I originally imagined it to be. But wait…" Kitty grabbed the hem of the jacket and pulled the zipper up. She then stepped back to admire her work. "You can start thanking me now."
"Thanks, Kitty." She turned around and bent down to pick her old clothes off the floor. Kitty exited the dressing room after she did. "You can just burn those. You're never gonna wear them again."
She thought about doing just that but then remembered that her bracelet still remained in her cardigan pocket. "I think I'll keep them the way they are…just in case." She conjured up a shopping bag and placed her clothes and shoes in it. She looked to Kitty expectantly as they walked out of the fitting area. "Now what's next?"
"Well, we can either go back home or we can continue screwing with the lives of humans up here. Take your pick."
"The latter, definitely." she answered without missing a beat, her heels clicking as she walked. "I can't think of anything better to do than ruin someone's life."
Kitty looked over at her and smirked. "Now you're talking like a demon."
AN: So we'll be seeing the Volturi again soon as well as Sam (Glee one) who'll make his return, also a Quinn/Santana smackdown. Only a few more chapters (hopefully I don't go past twenty) but remember what I said before, there will be a happy ending. And not just for Quinn, but for Santana too. :)
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