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A strong gust of wind swept her hair from its place and sent her tresses dancing across her face, so that they partially obstructed her view. She calmly brushed the strands away, her gaze still fixated on the city before her. She inhaled deeply, breathing in the moist air just as the sky above her exhaled a low rumble. She lifted her eyes and watched as dark, heavy clouds slowly rolled in from the coast, intent on shrouding Tinseltown in additional darkness.
The weather seemed to mirror her mood, though this fact was purely coincidental and no way correlated to her own doing. She figured it was just a heavy bout of June Gloom.
"Are you done admiring the view?" Came Kitty's mildly impatient voice. "Cause Kitty doesn't do rain." In the distance a bolt of lightning struck the sky, signaling the next leg of the storm.
She wordlessly nodded her head in response before hopping down from her perch and landing effortlessly on her feet.
"I don't even know why you wanted to come here." Kitty stated, her tone biting as she smoothed out her skirt.
She glanced back at the giant white letter she'd just jumped off of, as well as the other eight, before turning to Kitty and shrugging. "Never saw the Hollywood sign in person before."
"I never got what people's fascination with this place was about." Kitty stared out at the city in the distance, downtown Los Angeles still somewhat visible despite the early morning mist. "The city's an absolute dump."
She had to agree with Kitty's sentiments, much to the disappointment of her younger self, the one who had always wished her parents would take her to see the star-studded, magical land known as Hollywood. "Yeah, not gonna argue with you on that."
"Good. So we can go now?" When she nodded her head, Kitty added, "But this time I'm picking the place."
"Fine with me as long as the place is Italy." While she'd enjoyed the fun they'd been partaking in for the past twenty-four hours, her mood had sourly declined ever since that run in with a pair of guardian angels back in Rio (A bunch of killjoys those two were. It was no fun making humans suffer if their guardians were there, ready to soothe their pain once she and Kitty were done with their torment) and by now the only thing that would cheer her up would be digging her heels into the cornea of each and every member of the Volturi.
"Are you going to let me in on a piece of the action?" Kitty inquired. She pondered this for a moment, seeing as how she personally wanted to be the one to end the Volturi, but then again…
"You can have the entire guard." she decided. "With the exception of Jane, Felix, and Demetri, of course."
Kitty frowned. "That's not a lot."
She shrugged her shoulders carelessly. "Take it or leave it."
"Fine. So what's the game plan?"
"First the wives, then Aro, Marcus, and Caius, and finally the guard." she paused for a moment, then added, "Though I'm not particularly picky with the order."
"Sue's gonna throw a fit when she finds out what we did." Kitty reminded, though her words did nothing to make her want to reconsider her decision. She'd made up her mind a long time ago and nothing anyone said or did was going to stop her.
"We'll cross that bridge when we get there." she responded coolly. Another call in the sky resonated around them, like the slow build of a lion's roar.
Kitty nodded understandingly. "Let's not waste anytime then." The two of them shared a smirk before promptly vanishing into thin air.
"For the love of God."
A smile played on her lips at Kitty's unrestrained display of exasperation. The humans surrounding them would not stop with their moronic questions and it was no surprise to her that it was beginning to get on Kitty's nerves. And while she found them equally irritating, she managed to keep her nonchalance as they walked down the dimly lit underground tunnel together.
"Relax, Kitty." Her voice was barely above a whisper, with her words completely indiscernible to the human ears around them. Not that it really mattered. The humans were far too busy soaking up the information given by their tour guide to pay the pair of them any attention.
Kitty exhaled sharply. "If there's one thing I hate more than angels, it's fuckin' tourists."
"It'll be more fun this way." she assured, though she was relieved to see that the seemingly endless tunnel Heidi had been leading them through for the past twenty minutes finally came to an end. "The Volturi gets their last meal and we get a little show before we have our fun."
Kitty's lips curled into a malicious grin at that, her hazel eyes suddenly sparkling with anticipation.
As Heidi led the group through the antechamber, they hummed the tune of Beethoven's 5th symphony under their breath before they were herded into the Volturi turret. Neither one of them flinched when the massive double doors slammed shut behind them, unlike a few of the tourists.
Questioning murmurs broke out among the humans at the sight of the three figures sitting in the massive throne-like chairs in the center of the room. "Is this the end of the tour?" someone questioned.
"Welcome, my curious guests!" Aro greeted with unnerving enthusiasm, his hands clasping together as he approached them. "Welcome to Volterra!"
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Felix and Demetri enter the room by slipping through one of the side doors.
"Just in time for lunch!" Aro exclaimed after both Felix and Demetri gave their acknowledgements to their master. They both bowed their heads just as Jane walked into the room.
"Nice fishing, Heidi." she heard Demetri compliment to Heidi, who stood off to the side.
"What's going on?" Another member from the group demanded, clearly not liking this turn of events.
It only took one look from Jane to bring the man to his knees as he writhed in pain, screaming bloody murder. The rest of the humans flew into a state of panic, several trying for the door while others whipped out their phones for help. None of them seemed to realize that all their attempts were futile.
As the vampires advanced on their prey, she and Kitty side-stepped out of the way and leaned against one of the walls while the Volturi enjoyed their feast. They both smiled in satisfaction as the room came alive with screams of terror.
The humans quickly became incapacitated at the lost of their limbs or broken bones, leaving them open for the kill. The hunters ripped into their victim's necks or wrists and sank their teeth deep into the skin as they drained them of every ounce of blood in their systems. By the time they all finished, the only blood that remained were the splatters that decorated the stone walls.
The Volturi straightened up and smoothed out their clothes before stepping over the humans' dry, broken bodies.
"Master. You missed two." She wasn't surprised that Jane was the first to spot them. But she was surprised that none of the vampires had noticed them just standing there sooner.
Aro turned his attention onto them and nodded his head, "Ah, so it seems."
She glanced back at Kitty to which she nodded understandingly. Before she left to dispose of the rest of the guard, Kitty waved her fingers tauntingly at Jane.
When Kitty disappeared into thin air, she caught sight of the wide-eyed looks adorning some of the Volturi members.
Jane's brow furrowed as she cocked her head to the side. "I know you from somewhere, don't I?"
She merely shrugged in response, even as she felt the Volturi's gazes zero in on her. After all she didn't come here to talk.
Just as she stepped forward, agonized screams resonated through the corridors all throughout the castle. She suspected that Kitty was already halfway done.
"Who are you my dear?" Aro questioned gently, his gaze flickering with excitement as if he stumbled upon his newest piece for his collection. He extended his hand to her while the others looked on with both intrigue and distrust.
She couldn't help but smile at the frustration etched across Jane's face, the girl evidently trying and failing to use her power on her. She turned her attention back onto Aro and with a gracious smile, slid her hand over the cool marble and clasped her hand around his.
It only took a single touch from her to set the Volturi leader aflame.
Demetri and Felix roared in fury before advancing onto her. But by the time they had even reached her, she had already dismembered the rest of Aro's body, leaving him to burn in pieces on the ground.
She ducked under Felix's arm when it came toward her and sidestepped out of the way when Demetri lunged for her. While she could have easily set them ablaze as she had done Aro, it was more fun this way. She lithely danced around the two guards, laughing to herself as their crimson eyes burned with rage.
She delivered a vicious kick to Felix's chest, sending the burly vampire crashing into the opposing wall. Demetri, thinking he finally caught her off-guard, aimed to punch her, only to have her grasp his wrist, twist it around, and yank his entire arm out its socket. He snarled furiously and swiped at her twice with his other arm.
She evaded his attacks easily and the second she found her window, she wrapped her arm around his neck, held him there, and then effortlessly tossed the rest of his body over her shoulder, thereby detaching his head. His body fell to the floor with a thud. With his head still tucked under her arm, she set it down at her feet and smashed her heel into his skull, shattering it like a piece of glass.
She looked up in time to see Felix charging for her. She straightened up and smoothed out her jacket before setting him on fire just as she had done his master. Screams escaped him until the heat completely took over and incinerated his entire body.
She turned her head to the three remaining Volturi members in the room and waited for a moment to see if any of them planned to make the first move. When no one shifted, she pushed the sleeves of her jacket up and set out to finish them off.
Marcus had been no fun. He merely held out his arms in readiness and prepared to embrace what was to come. After ripping him limb from limb, she went for Caius, who at least put up a fight (Though in the end he still wound up getting his face ripped in two).
As his remains burned in the pile where she had thrown Marcus' scraps, she turned on her heel to face Jane.
And then there was one.
It pleased her to see Jane still frozen in her place, looking downright terrified. Just as she should be.
Without hesitation, she made her way over to the small blonde vampire while the girl braced herself and tried, in vain, to once again unleash her power against her. And when that didn't work, Jane actually turned and bolted. She shook her head at Jane's own stupidity, scoffing in amusement. As if the girl was really going to escape her fate by running.
She vanished into nothingness, leaving the turret and reappearing right in front of Jane, causing the horrified vampire to pull up short to avoid a collision. She immediately seized Jane around the throat, applying direct pressure until the skin began to fracture. But since she didn't want to kill the girl just yet, she swung Jane around, with her hand still wrapped Jane's neck, and sent her flying across the corridor.
Jane's body slammed into the stone ground and slid backward, uprooting the solid surface on impact. The sound of her heels clicking against the floor resonated off the walls as she strolled over to Jane's side. Using her foot, she nudged Jane's right shoulder, the minor movement slamming the vampire back into the ground, halting the girl's attempts at scrambling back up to her feet.
No more than a second later did she snap her fingers and set Jane's limbs on fire. Taking a step back, she stood and watched Jane scream and writhe as the flames slowly descended up both arms and both legs. Jane rolled over back and forth, trying to extinguish the flames herself but she made it so that wouldn't work. But once the flames got to a certain point, she snapped her fingers once more, this time taking the fire away (after all she didn't want to kill the girl so soon).
She continued with this little round of torture for who knows how long, incessantly snapping her fingers on and off so that it seemed as though she doing it to the beat of some invisible music. For others this would have grown tiresome fast but for her it was quite the contrary. In fact she almost couldn't get enough.
"Why are you doing this?" Jane all but wailed as she halted her torment for a few seconds.
She lowered her hand and slowly dropped down to one knee beside Jane's body. She placed a scalding hand to Jane's forearm, prompting the girl to whimper at the contact.
"You know exactly why, Jane." She pressed a finger to the vampire's lips when she shook her head and started to protest otherwise. "You know you've seen my face before. Take a second to think about it and it'll come to you."
She waited until Jane's eyes sparked with recognition, her lips parting to murmur one word. "Forks."
"Mmm-hmm. Forks. You destroyed my family so naturally…." She moved her finger away from Jane's lips and gestured around them, exhaling a sinister chuckle. "Here I am."
Jane's eyes rounded with fear as she conjured up a handful of flames. "Please…"
"The Volturi doesn't give second chances, right?" When Jane didn't respond, she nodded her head accordingly. "Yes, well neither do I."
And with that in mind, she slammed her fire filled palm over Jane's face, smashing her entire face down while simultaneously incinerating her skin.
Using her free hand, she swept her arm over the length of Jane's body to stretch out the flames. A deep feeling of satisfaction washed over her as she removed her other hand from Jane's head and took in the sight of her disintegrated face.
"Nice work, Q." She looked over her shoulder to find Kitty standing near Jane's feet, looking impressed.
"Thanks." She pushed herself off her knee and brushed off her hands before taking a moment to admire her work. "Now for the wives."
Kitty nodded in agreement and together they left to finish off the last of the Volturi.
"That was amusing." Kitty smoothed out her Cheerios' skirt as she and Quinn walked down one of the corridors together, the two of them just having finished off Aro and Caius' wives as well as their handmaidens. "Like smashing ice sculptures, don't you think?"
"Or china dolls." she supplied as she sensed around for any stragglers they might have missed still hiding in the castle. "It was so easy, it was hardly fun. They could've at least entertained us by putting up a fight."
Kitty nodded, then sighed. "It's a shame that vampires don't bleed. That would have made this whole experience so much more enjoyable."
"Not to mention messier." She glanced down at her own outfit and snapped her fingers to remove the dried human blood that had splattered on her clothes earlier.
Kitty turned her head and looked at her expectantly. "Now what?"
"We burn this place to the ground."
The second she had completed Sue's lists of chores, Santana transported herself back to the apartment for some much needed R&R. Her so-called work schedule had taken more than a day to complete (much to Sue's dissatisfaction) and to combine that with the fact that she had one of the most unpleasant jobs in existence…to say the least she wasn't in the greatest of moods.
"Hey, Q!" She walked toward the staircase, peering into the living room on her way. "Where you at?" She climbed up the stairs two at a time, waiting for some kind of acknowledgement. "Quinn?"
When no answer came to her, she decided to sense around for the girl's presence. When she came up empty-handed, she stopped and scratched the back of her head, wondering where Quinn disappeared to. Maybe Sue decided she didn't want her anymore and sent her back to Earth.
Ha. One could only hope.
Figuring Quinn was just somewhere with Kitty, she continued up the rest of the staircase with the intent of taking a hot, relaxing shower…that is until she heard said blondes come home. She stopped just as she was about to round the corner and revisited the stairs at the sound of their voices. She turned her head and came to an abrupt halt halfway down, nearly losing her balance and prompting her to seek the banister rail for support. "Quinn?"
She had to blink several times to ensure what she was seeing was real, but even then she wasn't so sure. Cause there was no way she was seeing Quinn Fabray wearing leather. Black leather.
Seriously? What look couldn't that girl rock? God damn her!
Shaking all thoughts of her best friend's new level of hotness out of her head, she quickly continued down the rest of the stairs, no doubt still gawking at the sight before her.
Kitty smirked at the expression on her face. "Like the new look, Santana?"
"Uh…yeah." She was too much in shock to bother with some snide comment to wipe that smirk off Kitty's face. "But what's the deal with all the black? Not really your signature color, Q."
Kitty chuckled over Quinn's shoulder. "Well now it is."
She crossed her arms over her chest and looked to Quinn for an explanation. "What's the hobbit talking about?"
"Really, Santana?" She scowled when Quinn feigned exasperation, but her expression quickly changed when the blonde conjured up a handful of fire out of nowhere. She dropped her arms, her widened gaze snapping back up to meet Quinn's face.
"Don't tell me you're surprised." Quinn closed her hand to extinguish the flames before lifting her eyebrow.
"I'm not." she hastily retorted, adding a scoff to hide the fact that she'd stuttered a bit. "I just didn't think you'd do it so soon." And I would've at least thought you would want me to go with you.
Quinn nodded, then shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah, well, I figured I might as well get it over and done with now. Save us all some time."
"Yeah." She nodded her head noncommittally as she took another moment to size up her newly demonized best friend. To be honest it was like looking at her worst nightmare come alive, which was exactly what it was. The only person she had left in this world had become the very thing she'd never wanted for her. This new Quinn carried herself differently that was for sure (and no, it wasn't just because of the four inch heels), but that wasn't what bothered her. What bothered her was Quinn's eyes.
Yeah, they were still green, but they had darkened a shade (maybe not as much so that a human would notice, but she could definitely spot the difference). Her eyes no longer held that Fabray sparkle, that warmth. Now they were nothing but cold. Just like the eyes of every other demon in this place. As if her humanity had already burned out.
But that was impossible. It had to be. Just had to. It couldn't have happened so soon…maybe she was just seeing things…maybe inhaling all this sulfur was starting to fuck with her head.
Boy did she hope it was just the sulfur.
"So, uh, where have you two been all this time?" she asked, her arms sliding back into place across her chest. Part of her really didn't want to know what exactly the two of them had been doing since Quinn became a demon (she had a sinking feeling there was more to it than just getting new clothes), but then there was the other part of her that just had to know.
Quinn opened her mouth to answer her, but at the last second flinched instead, her left hand suddenly flying to her temple. "Christ." She dropped her hand, exhaled deeply and elaborated before either her or Kitty could question what was wrong. "Sue's calling me. I'll be right back."
Quinn promptly vanished into thin air, unfortunately leaving her alone with Kitty.
"Okay, you psychotic munchkin," she turned her body to fully face Kitty. "fill me in on what I missed."
"Quinn's one of us. Obviously." Kitty flashed her signature smirk before striding past her and walking into the living room.
"I know that." she snapped, following the small blonde while fighting the urge to shove the girl forward. "I want the specifics. Details."
"I've been showing her the ropes." Kitty replied over her shoulder, slipping behind the bar counter to fix herself a drink. "She's a fast learner. Brutality really suits her."
"Details, Wilde." she practically growled out as she slammed her hands down on the counter. "I want details. Where'd you go. What'd you do-"
"God, Santana." Kitty whined, rolling her eyes dramatically. "What are you, her mother? Relax. All we did was partake in the usual demon fun. I took her up to Earth, we practiced a little hand-to-hand combat for a while, I gave her the lowdown on the rules, we went shopping, and then we traveled around the world inflicting pain and misery on unsuspecting pathetic humans. It's too bad you couldn't have come with us."
She snorted at that comment, automatically sensing the insincerity in Kitty's voice on that last part. "I find that very unlikely."
Not wanting to wait for Quinn to return with Kitty, she turned around and walked out of the living room. She headed upstairs and once in her room, closed the door behind her and plopped down on the bed.
Literally hours went by before she finally heard the clicking of Quinn's heels as she walked up the stairs and down the hall. Her door opened shortly after she initially heard Quinn, prompting her to sit up on her bed. Her eyes rounded with horror when she took in the blonde's bloody appearance. She quickly pushed herself off the bed, mouth agape. "What the hell happened to you? You look like you just came out of a horror movie."
"Sebastian Smythe is what happened." Quinn growled out, hastily swiping at the red-stained locks of hair that were plastered to her cheek. Blood continued trickled down the side of her face from the deep gashes on her forehead.
Quinn sported many more deep cuts throughout the rest of her body, from her neck, to her arms, to her legs, to her torso. It looked as though someone had grabbed a knife and decided to slice her up like a piece of sushi.
"What the fuck were you doing with Sebastian? I thought you were with Sue." She moved forward to help Quinn take off her jacket and grimaced when she realized the leather was sticking to her open wounds.
"I was with Sue." Quinn emphasized. Frustrated, she side stepped away from her to dispose of her jacket with one swift, yet painful, movement. "Once she confronted me about the whole Volturi thing, she-"
She held up her hand to interrupt the blonde. "Hold up, what Volturi thing?"
Quinn sighed heavily before explaining: "I went against orders and got rid of the Volturi. Naturally Sue was pissed when she found out, which was why she summoned me earlier, and then decided to hand me over to Sebastian for a few hours to serve as my punishment for disobeying her." She gestured to the length of her body. "Hence all the blood."
"What did he do to you?" she instantly demanded, already thinking of ways to castrate the obnoxious Twink.
"I think the better question would be what didn't he do."
"Well, it serves you right for disobeying your boss, the DEVIL." She couldn't help but shake her head in disbelief as Quinn used her powers to clean her clothes of the blood stains and tears.
"You know, you've got some serious cajones, Fabray. I just hope for your sake you don't make the same mistake twice. Cause you look fuckin' awful. Like Carrie, but instead of pig's blood, it's your own." She wrinkled her nose in distaste, the scent of blood so strong she could practically taste it in the air.
"This is nothing." Quinn replied casually before disappearing into the bathroom to get a better look at herself. Naturally she followed. She leaned against the doorway while Quinn leaned forward toward the mirror, inspecting the state of the large gash across her jugular. "You should've seen me earlier, I practically had my intestines hanging out. And that was before Sebastian flayed my skin off inch by inch and then turned me into a human pincushion."
Quinn met her gaze through the mirror reflection and chuckled at the disgusted expression adorning her face. "You alright, Santana? You look a little pale."
She merely grumbled an incoherent response, feeling her cheeks flare up.
"But it was worth it." Quinn continued, resting one hand against the counter while she pulled off her heels. "I got my revenge and I couldn't be less sorry about it."
Once her shoes were off, Quinn's hand moved to the back of her dress. She grabbed a hold of the zipper and instead of pulling it down, she stopped and turned around, eyebrow arched. "You mind? I'm gonna rinse off and I'm not exactly keen on having an audience."
Nodding understandingly, she pushed herself away from the door and walked back into the room, Quinn sharply closing the door behind her. She scoffed at that. "Like I'd want to see your naked ass anyways."
While Quinn showered, she laid down on the bed, listening to her Ipod. Her fingers tapped against her thigh as she softly sang along to some R&B classics. From over her Ipod, she noticed Quinn finally walk out of the bathroom (Cause seriously what had she been doing in there for so long? Using the showerhead to masturbate?). She balked at the image she'd created in her head and shuddered. Nasty. Just nasty.
Taking one of the earphone out of her ear, she arched her eyebrow at the sight of Quinn slipping her shoes back on. "Going somewhere?"
"Yeah." Quinn picked up her jacket and shrugged it back on. She smoothed it out then glanced around to ensure she had mended every rip and tear. "I'm going to go with Kitty to torture some souls down below." She lifted her head and looked at her expectantly. "Wanna come?"
"Nah." She'd been forced to do nothing but torture human souls for the past day and a half. (Like she was going to go out and do her job, something she hated more than anything in the world, during her downtime). "I've had enough of torturing souls for now. But thanks anyways. Maybe next time."
"Your loss." Quinn walked over to the dresser and looked at her reflection in the mirror above it, where she began smoothing away any flyaway hairs that she had.
"Why are you even going down there anyways?" She sat up and pulled the other earphone out of her ear, frowning questionably. "You just got yourself sliced and diced by Sebastian and now you're gonna go out and do the same thing to those poor souls?"
"Poor souls?" Quinn scoffed, turned back around and looked at her incredulously. "Don't tell me you feel sorry for those people, Santana. It's their own faults for ending up where they are. If they didn't want to end up here, they should've tried harder when they were alive."
"But yes, that's precisely what I plan on doing. Sebastian really ticked me off and the only way I'm going to feel better is if I harness it and put it to good use by unleashing it on those damned souls." Quinn turned on her heel, away from the mirror, once she was satisfied with her appearance.
"And for the record I'm not going do the same thing to them, Santana. I plan on doing much much worse." With an enthused smile plastered across her face, Quinn nodded before heading toward the door. "See you later." She called out over her shoulder, opening the door and stepping out into the hallway before casting a quick glance at her. "And don't wait up."
She wasn't surprised that from then on things only got worse. Or should she say that Quinn got worse. Months have passed and now the two of them couldn't have been farther apart. And while technically she still considered the blonde her best friend (after all she had no alternatives), that didn't mean she still liked the girl. Old Quinn she liked, but this new power hungry demon version of Quinn was someone she was really beginning to truly loathe.
Just because she was Sue's coveted protégé and right hand man, er - woman, Quinn suddenly began walking around like she owned the damn place. (Sure she now had more power than about all the demons in Hell combined but that was no excuse for acting like a raging bitch.)
In the few short months she'd been a demon, Quinn managed to surpass everyone's sense of brutality, with the exception of Sue of course. So much that she literally had demons hundreds of years her senior cowering when she walked by. (Hell even Sebastian began a daily routine of sucking up to her just so he wouldn't get on her bad side and get smited…or worse).
And it just kept on getting worse with every passing day. By now she could no longer see the girl that her best friend once had been. Now all she saw when she looked into those cold green eyes was a sadistic monster. And she was going to stay like that for the rest of time.
Talk about the ultimate punishment.
Tired from completing another long day of work, she surfaced to Earth rather than returning to the apartment. She'd spent most of the time torturing nothing but child abusers and rapists. It was days like this where she really didn't mind her job. When she reached her destination, she took a minute to stop and breathe in the fresh air. She continued down the concrete sidewalk pleased to see that the place hadn't changed much.
The same couldn't be said for her home down below. In fact she used to think that Hell couldn't ever possibly get any worse than what it already was. Of course that changed when Quinn and her reign of terror kicked in. Now Hell was even more of a Hell than it had been before, which was exactly why she'd become more accustom to hanging out on Earth these days (even if it meant doing it alone).
It was a particularly warm day in Lima even though it was the middle of October. She walked along the center of town, passing by all her old hangouts. The Lima Bean, the Lima Freeze, her beloved Breadstix. She passed by the 7-Eleven in time to see a group of McKinley jocks fresh from football practice heading inside.
Her feet eventually led her to McKinley High School, a place she'd absolutely despised for the three years she spent there. If she'd lived for another year more it would have been four.
She crossed the student parking lot and made her way over to the stadium. She then stepped out onto the field, partly surprised that the Cheerios were still at practice (She figured that since Sue was no longer masking as their coach, the group would've caught some slack from their successive coaches).
Apparently that wasn't the case. Turning her body away from the field, she began climbing up the bleachers until she reached the very top. She sat down - first making sure there was no gum on the surface - before resting her chin in her hand. She watched the Cheerios practice with longing, silently wishing that she could go back to the days when she ruled that squad with Brittany.
Her heart panged uncomfortably at the mere thought of the tall blonde who would forever have her heart. God did she miss her.
"If you lazy underachievers thought that routine was even remotely close to perfection then you all be CRAY CRAY!" She shook herself out of her Brittany longing thoughts and narrowed her gaze to find the source of the loud voice blaring out of a megaphone. Almost immediately did she spot who she assumed to be the Cheerio's coach. Some black woman with short blonde hair and large gold hoop earrings that she could use as hula-hoops if she wanted to. As she looked closer, she noticed the woman had what looked to be an Olympic medal hanging from around her neck.
She snorted when she realized it was just a bronze. Loser.
She watched the woman scream at the group of girls, snickering to herself when the girls suddenly had to run around the track for not performing to their coach's standard. It was like watching a Black Sue at work.
"You three can take a water break but the rest of you start doing push ups until I say stop!" She watched as three cheerios, presumably best friends by the way they interacted, walked over to their duffel bags to retrieve their water bottles.
Seeing those three girls reminded her of the days when she would wonder what it would be like had Quinn lived in the same era that she and Brittany did. She always imagined that if she did, the three of them would be the most popular girls in school acting as co-captains on the Cheerios and ruling over McKinley like fuckin' queens. Some years back she'd even coined up the term The Unholy Trinity cause as far as names go, they don't get any more badass than that.
Yeah, in that world, Quinn would join glee club with her and Britt (cause even though the blonde wasn't nearly as talented as she was in the singing dept., Quinn still had a nice voice) and then-
"Hey."
She jumped in surprise, not expecting company, and swiftly turned her head to find Quinn standing on the same bleacher she was sitting on.
Speak of the Devil wannabe and she doth appear.
"Hey." she reluctantly greeted back. After all this chick was considered to be her boss now. "What are you doing here?"
Quinn dropped down one level before taking a seat next to her. "Sensed you were here and figured I'd stop by too."
"Why?" She couldn't help but scoot over an extra inch or two for some much needed extra space.
Quinn shrugged her shoulders casually, leaning her back against the chain fence behind them. "I haven't been back here in ages. Figured it was time I finally paid my beloved hometown a visit."
In that precise moment the ground began to move, rattling the infrastructure they were both sitting on. The Cheerios had the misfortune of executing pyramids so when the earth below them began to shake, girls lost their balance and caused their pyramids to come tumbling down. The girls continued to scream as the shaking worsened while their coach ordered them to stop, drop, and roll.
Huffing in frustration, she turned and pushed Quinn's hand down. "C'mon, Quinn. Cut it out."
Hell had not been the only place affected by her reign of terror. Because of Quinn, this year alone has seen more deaths, more natural disasters, more epidemics, and more overall chaos. She had people (mostly the crazy ones) thinking that these were all signs that an apocalypse was on its way.
Quinn rolled her eyes before reluctantly flicking her wrist to bring the earthquake to a standstill. "You used to be fun."
"You used to be sane."
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Quinn turn her head toward her. "You know for a demon, you're like the least demonic person I've met."
She shrugged that comment off though she knew it was true. "Just leave this place alone, Quinn. If you're itching to destroy some small town try Kentucky."
"Just doing my job, Santana." Quinn replied, turning on her with a daring quirk to her brow. "It wouldn't kill you to try and do the same."
She rolled her eyes and scoffed back at her. "There's doing your job and then there's being completely out of control. And you are out of control."
"Seriously, Santana, you really don't seem to understand the whole demon concept."
"Whatever." Shaking her head, she stood up and evaporated into thin air. If she stayed in Quinn's presence for another second she might be liable to do something or say something that she would later regret.
She reappeared in the middle of one of McKinley's deserted hallways and continued down the corridor, the silence leaving her to her own thoughts.
"What's your problem?" She came to a grinding halt at the sudden voice before spinning around to glare into Quinn's eyes. "You want to know what my problem is?"
She could just feel her alter ego Snixx getting ready to go all Lima Heights when Quinn nodded.
"My problem is that I WANT MY BEST FRIEND BACK." Her voice resonated off the metal lockers and echoed down the hallway but since the school was empty she didn't worry about anyone hearing it.
"What are you talking about?"
"YOU!" She gestured wildly to Quinn. "Ever since you became a demon, you've turned into a complete PSYCHOPATH!"
Quinn scoffed indignantly. "I resent that remark. If anyone's a psychopath, it's you. You're the one yelling and acting all bat shit crazy if you haven't already noticed."
"For the past couple of months you've done nothing but kill hundreds of thousands of innocent humans for sport and you're calling me the psychopath? Quinn, this person you've become isn't you!" she cried out, her hand itching to slap. She'd heard that phantom limb syndrome has been known to cause slapping sprees.
"Oh is that right?" Quinn crossed her arms over her chest. "Maybe you just can't handle the fact that maybe this is the person I'm meant to be. The girl I'm supposed to be."
"This princess of darkness shit isn't you and you know it!" she yelled back, her temper rising and her patience waning.
"For the love of God, Santana!" Quinn exclaimed, her temper rising also. "Get a fuckin' grip! This person that I am, the one you so hate, is the person I'm going to be for the rest of time. I don't have an ounce of humanity left in me. The Quinn you knew is gone and she's never coming back. So suck it up and deal with it before I decide to get rid of you all together!"
She glowered at her for a moment before reaching into her small jacket pocket. "You know you stopped wearing this." She held up Quinn's charm bracelet, the one she had found at the bottom of one of the trashcans at the apartment. The blonde hadn't had the nerve to get rid of it completely.
Quinn looked at the bracelet before raising her shoulders in a careless shrug. "It didn't go with my outfit."
She stared at Quinn incredulously, shaking her head. "What do you think Jacob would say if you saw you like this? Huh, Q?"
"He wouldn't say anything." Quinn replied, the obviously at the end totally implied. "He's dead."
"Do you even remember who you used to be, Quinn? Do you remember what you two were to each other? Or has all that been forgotten since you've been hopped up on all bloodlust?"
Exhaling deeply, Quinn fought the urge to roll her eyes yet again. "All of that is in the past, Santana. Do yourself a favor and move on. I have." She turned on her heel and began walking away from her.
"We've been through way too much shit to have our friendship go out like this, Fabray."
"You're the one who can't deal, remember?" she retorted over her shoulder.
She reappeared in front of Quinn, prompting the blonde the come to an abrupt halt. "What I can't deal with is the fact that a psychopathic BITCH is standing where my best friend should be."
"Once a demon's humanity is gone, there's no getting it back, Santana. So things are never going to go back to the way they were. How hard is that to get that through your skull?" Quinn then took a step forward so that they were practically nose to nose. "But let's just be clear on one more thing, Lopez. If you ever call me a psychopath or a bitch again, I will make you regret it."
She crossed her arms over her chest and stared directly into Quinn's eyes. "You don't scare me, bitch. I come from Lima Heights Adjacent. I've met toddlers scarier than you."
Not exactly true but she wasn't about to showcase her fear in front of her new nemesis. That was like the number one no-no in the Art of War…or maybe just common sense. Either way Santana Lopez was not going to be pushed around by Quinn Fabray.
"You're really going to wish you'd held your tongue."
"Do your worse." she challenged, holding out her arms. "Whatever you wanna do to me, I can take it."
"I never said anything about hurting you, Santana. But Brittany, on the other hand, is a whole different story…"
Hell no. She did not just go there.
Her fists shaking with anger at her sides, she exhaled slowly and painfully to keep herself calm long enough to get out these last words. "You know I always told you I would return the smack down you gave me all those years ago. I think you're smart enough to know that the time has finally come."
Quinn gave an amused chuckle. "Fine with me. I look forward to turning you into nothing but a pile of ash."
Instead of responding with a clever remark, she gave her alter ego free reign and lunged for the bitch who dare threaten her Britt.
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