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Attacking the second most powerful demon in Hell had to have been the stupidest thing she'd ever done. She came to this realization shortly after tackling her ex-best friend like a linebacker would. The force of the hit had sent them both crashing to the floor and landing with a powerful thud. Her gaze immediately locked with Quinn's and for a moment she could see a faint red glow flash across the green of her eyes.
That's when she had known she'd stepped in it. Big time.
She mentally groaned when Quinn flipped them over and slammed her onto her back, the tiles beneath her giving way under the impact. The second her head hit the ground, all doubt she had held in the past couple seconds was completely knocked out of her body.
With rage, among many other heated emotions, burning in the pit of her stomach, she flipped them over and did the same thing to Quinn that she had done to her. A tiny part of her, the part that still believed Quinn to be her best friend, winced at the sound of her head smacking against the floor.
Like the doubt, her brief lapse of sympathy evaporated entirely when Quinn clocked her in the face. A long string of swears ran through her mind as she wound her fist back to return the favor. But Quinn was too quick to act and caught her fist before her knuckles met her cheek. She used this leverage to push her away and tackle her. The two of them then began rolling over one another down the length of the hallway, each grappling for the upper hand.
They each had their hands clasped around the other's forearms, nails digging deep into the skin. They struggled with one another for a few moments before the same idea came to them both, prompting both their hands to burn with heat. She had no intention of lighting Quinn on fire (not that the blonde would let that happen anyways) but instead emitted enough heat from her hands to burn her skin.
She ground her teeth together as Quinn continued to sear her flesh. It was incredibly painful but she would be damned if she caved first and relented her hold. A sharp hiss escaped her when she started to feel Quinn breaking the bones in her forearms thanks to the crushing grip she had on her. Her own grasp on the blonde started to weaken as a result. It slipped only a fraction but that was all Quinn needed to execute her next move.
A second later she was forcefully thrown into a row of lockers (she was pretty damn surprised she didn't go all the way through to the other side). After struggling to get out of the indentation her body had made in the metal, she stumbled out of it just in time for Quinn's fist to slam into her right cheek. God dammit. The force of it practically spun her entire body around like a damn cartoon character.
She staggered under the force of impact before quickly recomposing herself and aiming to smack that smug expression off the blonde's face. Which she did by ramming Quinn through the guidance counselor's office glass wall causing the entire thing to shatter and Quinn to flip over the desk.
Unfortunately Quinn recovered almost instantly and stepped through the area where the wall had once been, prompting her to take a few steps back. She stood with her feet shoulder width apart and braced herself for what was to come next. Whatever that was.
Her hands flew out to her sides as the ground began to tremble much like it had done earlier. She moved toward one of the walls and used her hand to keep her balance. As the earthquake's magnitude increased, her mind ran rapid trying to come up with some kind of strategic move. Dust streamed down from the ceiling above her head, which was noticeably starting to crack (the ceiling, not her head).When an idea finally came to her, she started backing away from the blonde and continued down one of the adjacent halls.
"Getting tired, Santana?"
She waited until Quinn rounded the corner to join her in the new corridor to reply with a scoff: "You wish."
"Good cause I'm just getting started." Quinn smiled and continued to make her way over to her, the shaking worse than ever. She didn't know how old this school exactly was but at this rate it couldn't be long before the entire place came crashing down. Despite knowing that, a smirk played across her lips. "So am I."
Cause if Quinn wanted to up the ante by using her powers, then she would gladly do the same. Without a second glance, she lifted her hands up and pushed them toward each other, sending the lockers from either side of Quinn crashing toward her.
She expected the blonde to be squished like a bug or at least knocked over by one of them, but of course Quinn stopped the chaos at the last second before any damage could come to her. She huffed in frustration and glared at her as she hopped up and walked over the rows of fallen lockers. "Nice try, Santana." Quinn stated, her tone mocking. "But you're going to have to think outside of the box if you want to try and catch me off guard. Though even then it would be a long shot."
"Talk with your fists, not with your mouth." She snapped, prompting an amused glint to pass through Quinn's eyes.
The blonde shrugged her shoulders and reappeared right in front of her, smiling deviously. "Fine by me."
And like the crazed bitches they were, they lunged for one another once more.
The two of them continued down another corridor, attacking each other with every ounce of strength that they had while simultaneously defending themselves from said attacks. They transported themselves all over the school grounds, the adrenaline coursing through their veins driving their bodies to do more than they were even consciously aware of.
When they neared a staircase, she rammed Quinn's body with full force, intent on sending her over the railing. Which she succeeded in doing though the blonde ended up latching onto her jacket at the last second so that they both went over the side.
Lucky for her, Quinn was the one who broke her fall and kept her spine from being slammed into the edges of the stairs. But Quinn quickly changed that when she grabbed onto her and rolled them down the rest of the stairs until they were back on the ground floor.
They both pushed at the other in order to get to their feet and once that happened, the nails came out. Scratching, clawing, bitch slapping, and even hair pulling was added to the mix, the two of them swiping at one another like rabid jungle cats, destroying the school all the while.
Pure animal rage continued flood through her body, pushing and motivating her, despite the fact that Quinn was really kicking her ass. And she meant really. The blonde's reflexes were viper fast.
The girl could slam her fist into her face, knee her in the stomach, and kick the back of her shins before she could process what was happening and even manage a hit of her own. She guessed that in Quinn's previous experiences, she knew what made people work (no doubt thanks to Sue's teachings). Quinn knew that if she hit her somewhere, her reaction would momentarily let another place be exposed due to its shock.
"Fuck!" Her right hand immediately flew to her jaw after Quinn delivered a powerful kick and successfully dislocated it. Though she was still hissing in pain, she lurched forward and grabbed the base of Quinn's arm before hauling herself underneath it so that she was behind her, then twisting it and pulling it up to her back. She continued to twist and pull until she successfully dislocated her arm. Quinn bellowed loudly and spun around, using her free hand to slam her fist into her temple. She released the blonde's arm at that move and staggered backward, swearing in pain. "You twat."
Quinn replied with her own four letter insult before shoving her foot into her stomach with such force that it sent her flying through an adjacent row of lockers and through the wall behind it. It took her a moment before she could open her eyes and lift her head. It was then that she realized what room Quinn had thrown her into. The choir room.
Figures.
Still slightly breathless, she managed to push herself up onto her feet with the help of the piano. She had just straightened up when Quinn stepped through the hole in the wall she had created. While her body felt as though she had just been butt-raped by a moose, she had no intention of waving a white flag any time soon. Call her stubborn.
She picked up the piano she had been resting her hands against and launched it at Quinn like she would a Frisbee (it definitely was light like one) only to have the blonde catch it and ignite the piano on fire before throwing it back to her. "Try again, Santana."
She huffed in frustration and tossed the piano off to the side, leaving it to burn in the corner. The last thing she wanted was to start a game of hot potato with a burning piano.
"You know all this just proves that I was right."
After rolling her eyes, Quinn reluctantly drawled out, "Right about what?"
"That the old Quinn is still there." she replied, pointing her index finger toward the blonde's chest. "Why else would I still be standing here? If you had really wanted to kill me, you would have simply just snapped your fingers and been done with me. Deep down you know you can't do it which means you've still got a piece of humanity residing inside you."
Quinn shook her head and scoffed. "Hardly the case, Santana. Hurting someone isn't nearly as fun or gratifying when they don't put up a fight. You know that."
"But now that you mention it, I am getting pretty bored. You're hardly what I'd call an equal adversary and even throwing you around on your ass starts to lose its enjoyment."
"Fine. Vaporize me and go back to continuing misery on Earth. I don't even care anymore." As of right now she would rather be nothing but ash than stuck being a demon for the rest of time.
Quinn chuckled prompting her brows to furrow in confusion. "I'm not going to destroy you, Santana. At least not yet. Not before the real fun's even begun."
Her eyes narrowed. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Destroying humanity." she replied casually, briefly glancing around the room before settling her gaze back onto her. "Completely."
"You mean the Apocalypse?" She scoffed at the very idea, but at the same time found herself trying to swallow the lump in her throat. "Yeah, good luck with getting that past Sue."
"She's the one who advocated for it in the first place. She thinks it's time to finally rid the world of all humanity." Quinn turned her head and lifted her hand to spread out the flames that had engulfed the piano in the corner and half of one of the walls already.
"The old bat is crazier than I thought." she mused, still shaking her head in disbelief. "Doesn't she even realize what the bringing of the apocalypse entails? It's her getting her ass vaporized by Michael."
Quinn nodded her head understandingly. "An unfortunate loss that will result in the destruction of all mankind. Which is all that Sue has ever wanted-"
"Yeah, but it'll cost her own life." she retorted, still frowning. This shit was seriously not making any sense to her.
"In order to get what you want, sacrifices sometimes have to be made."
"But you have to realize that once Sue's gone, there will be no one separating us from the archangels. They won't hesitate in incinerating us all."
"No, they won't."
"And why the fuck not?" She crossed her arms over her chest. She just had to Blondie's explanation for that one.
"Because Hell will not be left without a leader." Quinn explained through another eye roll. "I'll take over." After catching notice of the look on her face, she added, "Oh, don't look so surprised, Santana. Sue didn't make me her protégée just for kicks."
"You…the leader of Hell?" God this was all so wrong on so many levels she just had to laugh.
"It's not like I don't have the power." Quinn continued, dismissing her laughter all together. "I could overthrow Sue now if I wanted. But then I would have to fight Michael and that is one fight that isn't exactly appealing to me…."
She held up her own hand, unable to take anymore of this absurdity. "Okay, I'm pretty sure I've just taken one too many hits to the head because every word that comes out of your mouth is completely ridiculous! YOU'RE FUCKING INSANE. She's the DEVIL. She created all demons, including you. You can't just overthrow her-"
"Quinn? Santana?"
The two of them turned their heads at the sound of a third voice. Mixed expressions crossed both their faces as they took in their unexpected visitor. She arched her eyebrow in surprise and cleared her throat before speaking up. "What are you doing here, trouty mouth?"
"I'm here on business and sensed both of you here and I just…" Sam drifted off at the sight of Quinn, who stood with her arms crossed as if waiting for him to leave.
"Quinn?" She shifted uncomfortably watching Sam take in the warped version of the girl he had loved. She almost felt sorry for the freakishly large mouthed angel when the dejection flashed across his baby blues. "So the rumors are true."
"Go fuck yourself." Served as Quinn's heartfelt response to the blonde angel.
"As you can see our Quinny hasn't changed a bit since she became demon." she retorted bitterly, sharing a sympathetic look with Sam.
"And you're still here, why, Evans?" Quinn asked impatiently, arching her eyebrow in inquiry.
This prompted Santana to shot her a disapproving look, though the blonde took no notice of it. "Cause if you stopped by to see if I'd really become a demon, well…" she gestured to herself. "I have. So leave."
"If you know what's good for you, trouty, I suggest you to get out now before Quinn here does something you'll later regret." She stated softly, hoping that he would do as she advised.
"She can't harm an angel." Sam stated matter-of-factly with his gaze holding Quinn's as he extended his hand to his right and extinguished the fire that had been raging on this entire time. "It's against the rules."
Like that's going to stop her. She thought dismally. She almost said this aloud but Quinn swooped in with her own response before she had the chance to. "I don't follow the rules. I make them."
"My how your ego has swelled." She would have snickered at Sam's comment had she not been afraid of what that remark meant for his well-being.
"I don't take kindly to angels, Evans." Quinn stated with dangerous composure, her fingers twitching at her sides before they ignited. "Especially those who betray me."
Knowing damn well what Quinn had in mind for Sam, the second the blonde made her move, she made hers also.
Though everything that happened afterward was a complete and utter blur to her.
Black and blue spots. That was the first thing she was aware of. Black and blue spots varying in size dancing across her vision. Oh God. Now they're smiling at her. That can't be good.
Seeing spots was one thing, but seeing smiling spots were a whole nother level of bat shit crazy.
"Santana?"
She could have sworn she had just heard some kind of sound or voice but then again maybe she was just mumbling incoherently to herself or maybe it was just the deafening throbbing her head was doing. She felt as though she had just taken a titanium bat to the skull. Oy.
Aching, she leisurely blinked open her eyes only to have them offended by an onslaught of ridiculously bright light. Fuck. Her eyes instantly closed though the spots in her vision didn't disappear. In fact they were changing to bizarre colors and shapes.
At least she wasn't seeing any pink elephants yet. That would be trippy.
"Santana?"
That time she was conscious enough to recognize the sound as someone speaking her name.
"Santana?"
There it was again. God, why do they have to be so loud? They don't need to scream at her god dammit. "Mmphf."
That time it was her own voice. Or at least she was pretty sure it was. As she debated this, her eyes dared to flutter open again in hope of putting a face to the voice she was hearing. Thankfully the light this time around wasn't as harsh. As her vision tried to focus, she realized it was because something was eclipsing most of it.
Or someone.
She mumbled something ineligible prompting soft laughter to ring out to her ears. "Sorry, what was that?"
She could feel her eyes narrow despite the fact that had closed again. Her head started to burn with annoyance as she struggled to snap out of this state of semi-consciousness. It took her awhile before she mustered up enough strength to try and speak again. To her dismay her words ended up coming out in one big slur. "Whathappenedtome?"
"I think the better question is what didn't happen to you." She opened her eyes again, only this time her entire body recoiled when she realized it was none other than Sammy 'Salamander Lips' Evans' face hovering over her.
"OW!"
She pushed herself upright just as Sam fell back, his right hand holding his (now red) cheek. "Serves you right! I saw you leaning over me, Trouty Mouth! You were trying to swallow me whole with that mouth of yours like a damn anaconda!"
"You're ridiculous." Sam continued to rub the side of his face. He then scowled. "Dang you slap hard."
Her own hand fell to her forehead as the vertigo from sitting up to quickly fully hit her. "Damn right I do. Now what the hell happened and where are we?" She abruptly turned her neck to investigate her surroundings only to let out a sharp hiss. Her other hand flew to the crook of her neck as she slowly turned her head back to face Sam. "Ow."
"To answer your questions: A. you got the shit beaten out of you and B. we are currently in Lima's community park."
"What are you rambling about grouper mouth?"
"I'm not surprised you don't remember what happened. You sure took a beating. For a while I thought you'd gone into like, a demon coma or something. Though I'm pretty sure that kind of a think couldn't happen…"
"Shut up Evans before I shut you up myself." she griped.
Sam scoffed. "I'll like to see you try." He poked at her arm nearly causing her to fall over. She quickly swatted his hand away and grumbled Spanish obscenities under her breath.
Sam pushed himself back onto his feet and held out his hand to her. "Thank you by the way."
She reluctantly lifted her head and furrowed her brow at that comment. "For what?" She shoved his hand away and set out to stand without any of his help. Unfortunately she failed miserably and almost fell back on her ass had it not been for Sam catching her at the last second.
"Maybe you should sit down for a while longer." he suggested, slowly easing her body back into a sitting position. She leaned her back against the tree trunk behind her for some much needed support. "Why did you just thank me now?"
"Cause you saved my life." He sat back down next to her and smiled gratefully. "I probably wouldn't be sitting here if it hadn't have been for you."
"Say what?"
"You saved my life, Santana." he repeated with a soft chuckle. "Back at the school, remember? Quinn basically went for the kill but you stepped in and stopped her."
She scoffed at the very idea of doing something like that. "Now why would I do a stupid thing like that to save your pasty angel ass?"
Sam shrugged his shoulders, at as much of a loss as she was. "I don't know. You tell me."
"So what else happened?"
Sam inclined his chin behind her, nodding his head. "That's what happened."
She followed his gaze and immediately set her sights on the heap of black smoke disrupting what would otherwise be another clear blue sky. In the distance she could hear multiple fire engines and ambulance sirens going off like crazy. "We set the school on fire?"
Now that was ironic. In her sophomore year her classmates voted her Most likely to burn the school down.
Sam nodded his head once more, exhaling deeply. "Yeah. You two literally burned that place to the ground. Nothing but rubble now."
Her expression softened as he spoke. After all it wasn't like she came to Lima with the intention of burning the school down. That was like the last thing she wanted to happen.
Oh well. At least it wasn't Breadstix.
"So me and Quinn fought?" Her gaze drifted downward and in that moment she realized she had scorch marks all over her clothes. She scowled.
"Yeah that would be an understatement." He elaborated more clearly when she lifted her gaze to meet his. "You guys basically engaged in World War III. Never in all my years have I seen demons fighting each other to that magnitude. It was intense…but kind of awesome at the same time."
"Glad you enjoyed the show." she snapped derisively, rolling her eyes as she pushed herself onto her feet. Though she was still incredibly sore, she felt much better than she had before. "What else?"
"Well, uh…." She watched with narrowed eyes as Sam reached behind and began rubbing at his neck uncomfortably. "Quinn you know, well she uh…she had you beat and she was just about to go for the kill…but a pair of demons materialized out of nowhere and took her away."
"So much for her not wanting to kill me." she murmured wryly, her voice barely audible.
"And I…uh…well I didn't know what to do with you. You were really out of it so I just brought you here. And yeah, here we are." He finished with a sheepish smile.
She shook her head incredulously and sneered, "A bazillion years old and you still have about as much eloquence as a Neanderthal. Nice."
Choosing to ignore that comment, he just looked at her with pursed lips. "This is bizarre."
"Yeah. You are."
Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head. "No. I mean that this whole thing is surprising. Actually you're surprising. You've become a demon and yet you're….still you."
She crossed her arms over her chest. "Why because you expected me to turn into a flying monkey or something?"
"No. I just meant that you're still you. You haven't really changed whereas-"
"Quinn has done a complete 360º." she finished bitterly, nodding in agreement. "Yeah that's cause I still have my humanity. Hell I'm holding onto it like a black person holds onto their grape Kool-aid."
"That's incredibly racist."
"The less a demon resists, the faster the demon's humanity goes." she explained, dismissing his comment altogether. "As you witnessed our little Quinny doesn't have a drop of humanity left in her."
"Why would you let her become a demon anyways? Why didn't you stop her?"
"There was nothing I could do!" she exclaimed, suddenly infuriated that he would even assume that she would just stand by and let her best friend become a fuckin' demon. "Sue had summoned us down to Hell and then planned on keeping her there until she got Quinn as a demon. Quinn was already screwed up in the head after the whole Volturi debacle and losing everyone one she cared about…Believe me there was nothing I could have done to stop her. And if there had, you bet your stupidly large mouth that I would have done it. I was the last person on this fuckin' planet who wanted her to become a demon."
"You could have contacted me. I-"
"And what the fuck good would that have done? We're on opposite sides, you moron! Angels don't help demons. Besides what could you have possibly done to help us? Huh? Cause I highly doubt you would be able to go head to head with the Devil."
"Of course not me, but the Council-"
"The Council? HA! Need I remind you that they are the ones who sent me and Quinn to Hell in the first place? They don't give a damn about us!" If anything they were the ones to blame for this entire shit-faced situation.
"The last thing Heaven wants is the creation of more demons. The Council could have helped Quinn, protected her from Sue." She glowered at him.
"You are seriously delusional, Evans. The Council is even more corrupt than Sue."
He scoffed indignantly. "Of course a demon would say that. The Council does nothing but good."
"BULLSHIT." she screamed out loud. If they were visible to the humans around by the playground all of them would have turned their heads. "Quinn got thrown down to Hell for a mistake they made. They are nothing but old unfair-"
"She chose to disobey their rules." he firmly reminded. "She could have fought her ties to that dog."
"There is no fighting an imprint, you twat." She smacked his bicep as hard as she could repeatedly until he had enough sense to move away. "That's like trying to fight breathing or trying to fight insulting people when they say something stupid."
"Quinn is completely out of control, Santana."
She huffed in frustration and hastily swiped at the strand of hair that had been blown in her face. "I am well fuckin' aware!"
"Things are getting way out of hand. She needs to be stopped."
God damn she was talking to the King of stating the Obvious. "No shit, Sherlock. But if you wanna go ahead and give it a go. Be my guest. But I warn you, you'd probably have better luck controlling the Four Horsemen or like, a Gremlin you just got wet."
Sam rolled his eyes impatiently. "This is serious, Santana!"
"I know that! Nothing gets more serious than the fuckin' Apocalypse!" She angrily kicked up a patch of grass before turning on him. "Do you and all the other angels know that's what Sue and Quinn are planning?"
He paused for a moment then nodded his head in confirmation. "Yeah, but the Council won't let that happen. It's not time yet. Nowhere near time."
"So what? You're saying that this whole thing won't end up happening? At least not now?" A small weight of anxiety seemed to lift from her shoulders at the very thought. Thank goodness. She liked Earth the way it was.
"Good always triumphs over Evil in the end, Santana. Always."
She snorted dryly and crossed her arms back over her chest as she leaned against the tree. She stared out across the large field. "Good to know I picked the right side."
"You're a good person, Santana…."
Her attention snapped away from the rest of the park. She held up her hand before Sam could utter another word. "Imma stop you right there, trouty mouth. Cause while I am flattered you've got the hots for me, you ought to know that the only straight I am is straight-up bitch and nothing you or any other penis wielding dudes can say or do anything to make that otherwise." She took a second to inspect her nails.
"Besides, even if I were straight, you would not be my type. If we dated I would be in a constant state of fear because I know deep down that one day you would go for a kiss and end up swallowing my whole face on accident."
He rolled his eyes at her absurdity. "What I was trying to say is that despite the fact that you're a demon, you are still a good person."
Avoiding his gaze, she instead focused her attention on mending her outfit. "I was never a good person to begin with, froggy lips." Sorry to disappoint.
"You keep telling yourself that." He stepped closer to her prompting her to take a few steps back. She did not like people invading her bubble. And she especially didn't like angel boy breath forcing its way into her lungs. "But I know that deep down you're just a good person who bad things have happened to." he continued delicately. "Just like Quinn."
"Yeah and look where that's both gotten us today." She smoothed out her dress when she finished ridding it of scorch marks and lifted her head. She looked at him expectantly.
"Things are going to get better, Santana." Sam stated, his tone serious yet filled with assurance. "I promise. Things are going to right themselves in the end."
She rolled her eyes and sighed tiredly. She had stopped believing in that a long time ago. "Yeah, right."
"You saved an angel's life, Santana." To her dismay Sam followed her when she started walking away from him. He quickly caught up to her and walked along side her. "That's a pretty big deal."
"So what are you trying to say, Evans? That the Council will give me some kind of medal of honor for saving your angel butt?" She found that highly unlikely.
"No, but this kind of a thing won't go unnoticed by the higher powers."
She reluctantly slowed her pace and glanced over at him curiously. "The higher powers? You mean like, Tom Cruise?"
"No." Sam laughed. "More like…the Big Guy Upstairs."
She stopped completely only burst into laughter a second later. She clasped him on the shoulder and squeezed. "Ha. Good one, trouty mouth. Good one."
His brow furrowed in confusion as continued on walking with her, the two of them heading more towards town. "What's so funny about God?"
"He's well…He's God! He's got more important things to deal with than thanking a demon for saving one of his angel babies from another demon. In fact, right now I bet He's busy playing a round of golf with Jesus and Elvis."
"You know for an ex-angel you sure don't know that much about the Heavenly Father."
"Isn't that the point?" Though she quickly dismissed the thought with a wave of her hand. "But anyways, this conversation's getting boring. I'm hungry and I wants some sticks. You coming or not?" She looked at him expectantly.
"You're welcome to watch me eat as long as you keep your mouth shut ninety-nine percent of the time. Can't have you accidentally inhaling the other customers with that gaping black hole you call a mouth."
"I'll pass but thanks anyways."
She shrugged and turned on her heel. Over her shoulder, she waved good-bye to him. "See ya later, trouty!" When he called out her name, she stopped and spun back around. She continued to back away though she kept her eyes on him. "What?"
"Have you ever heard the phrase, God works in mysterious ways?"
"Yeah, what about it?" Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. She could tell by that smile plastered on his face that he was keeping something from her. When he merely shrugged in response, her brow furrowed. "Just keep that in mind for later."
She stopped moving all together and placed her hands on her hips before reappearing right in front of him. "Okay, spill it angel-boy. What are you babbling about? Why should I…hey, don't walk away from me!" She glowered at the blonde angel as he continued to back track away from her, that stupid smile still playing across his freakishly large lips.
"By the way, my name's not really Sam."
She arched her eyebrow. "Oh no?" She shot him a disbelieving look but went along with it anyways. "Then what is it? Lisa Rinna? Grouper Mouth? Lipsy McChapStick?"
"Nope." His smile spread out into a full blown grin. "Try Michael."
"Yeah, uh-huh. Whatever." She had already checked out of the conversation some time ago so she did nothing more than wave him off and evaporate into thin air. Had she not stayed and listened to Trouty Mouth's mindless garble, she would have already been chowing on Breadstix' garlic-y goodness.
Damn him!
The second she walked into the restaurant, the scent of freshly baked breadsticks wafted across the room. She inhaled deeply and side-stepped to the right, momentarily losing her balance. Back in high school on the days where she had used up all her allowance, she would come down to Breadstix and just inhale the heavenly aroma of breadsticks (It was just as good a narcotic as crack was but this way she didn't have to deal with the powdered nose). Ah, yes. Before her, the phrase high off of breadsticks was nonexistent.
She doesn't wait more than a couple seconds before the hostess returned to her podium to greet her (and a good thing too because back in the day she had been known to just join a random table and start munching on their breadsticks if the waiters were too slow to give her service).
The middle-age woman then picked up a menu from the stack and marched her over to a booth near the bakery window. She slid into her seat and before the hostess can finish handing her a menu, she held up her hand and shook her head. "Just breadsticks and a Diet Coke. And keep them coming. If not I will go all Lima Heights on this place."
Though she was sure the woman had no idea what her threat truly meant, she seemed to get the message anyways. She quickly tucked the menu back under her arm and scurried away, disappearing behind the green double doors exclusively meant for employees only.
She waited no more than sixty seconds before the hostess rushed out from the double doors and scurried back over to her table carrying a glass of Diet Coke and a large basket filled with golden, fluffy breadsticks.
She smiled gratefully as the woman set the items down in front of her. "Nice timing." she commented. This woman gave her the fastest service she'd ever had. If she actually intended on paying, she would give the lady a big tip.
Leisurely, she munched on her breadsticks and sipped at her soda, all the while listening in on the other customer's conversations. Unfortunately none of them were worth listening in on so she tuned them out shortly thereafter, leaving her to her own thoughts.
Part of her was still reeling over the day's events. Getting beat up, not only once but twice, in a single day by her ex-best friend and current nemesis was just downright humiliating. Not to mention fuckin' painful. Her body still hurt like hell and it didn't feel as though it was going to get better anytime soon.
But the more she thought about it, the more she started to wonder if her pain was less physical and more psychological. After all demons healed rather quickly. Maybe it hurt physically more because it had been Quinn who had done all this. Quinn. Her best friend. The girl she once thought to be her sister.
Oh fuck. She hastily swiped at her eyes when she felt them fill with water, blurring her vision.
Stupid Quinn. Stupid tears. If only she had lost her humanity first, then she wouldn't be stuck sitting here feeling these stupid sappy emotions.
She thought she could handle being a demon. She thought she could handle watching Quinn being one. How wrong she was. No. She couldn't handle any of it. She'd only been kidding herself, just as she had been doing all her life.
"Are you alright dearie? Do you need a tissue?"
She lifted her head to find the hostess standing at the edge of the table with breadsticks in hand and a worry expression fixated across her face. "Just drop off the breadsticks and walk away, lady." she growled out venomously, unaware she had been silently crying up until this point. The hostess did as she asked, gently setting the fresh batch of breadsticks on the table before walking away.
She instantly scolded herself the second the waitress was gone. Get a fuckin' grip, Santana. She once again swiped at her eyes until they were free of moisture. Think of something else. Anything else.
Sam.
Now there's a topic that doesn't make her even want to remotely cry. He's such a dork. A complete and utter dork. And by the sounds of their last conversation, a dork who was suffering through some kind of weird identity crisis. Maybe after all these years, angel-boy was finally going cuckoo and believed himself to be Michael Jackson. She scoffed to herself as her mind conjured up an image of Sam in Michael Jackson-esque clothing moon walking across the aisle.
Honestly Blondie doesn't even look a Michael. (And here she was thinking she still knew people who had their sanity. Guess not.)
She reached for her soda and brought the glass up to her lips, still shaking her head at the fact that Sam's so called real name was Michael.
Ha. Yeah right. Who did he think he was? The Arch-
With wide eyes, she pulled her glass away from her mouth and sprayed the entire table with Diet Coke. A few people turned their heads and stared at her but she took them no notice. She didn't even notice that she had gotten her breadsticks all soggy.
Sam's words from earlier were all she was aware of. "Try Michael."
There. Was. No. Way. No fuckin' way that Trouty Mouth Evans was actually the archangel Michael.
Fuck. She threw her head back and groaned. Just when she thought things could absolutely not get any worse for her, she finds out that all these years that she had been calling an archangel of the Lord trouty mouth.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Huffing in frustration, she slid out of her booth and stood up, then walked out of Breadstix. Once she was out of human sight, she transported herself back to the park. She wasn't surprised to see that he was nowhere in sight but still she had hoped.
"Okay." she drew in a deep breath before tilting her head back to the sky. She squinted her eyes seeing as how it was an insanely clear day and the sun was fuckin' bright. "Sam, I mean- Michael. Whatever your name is. Just wanted to say that I'm sorry for making fun of your mouth. It's really not that big and your lips don't really look like they've been injected with some kind of animal filler. They're soft looking and kind of cute if a person has a thing for lips…." She hoped she didn't sound too insincere cause.
"Anyways if you can hear me, which I know you can, just know that I, Santana Lopez, am standing here, apologizing to you. Which is a pretty big deal. Though if I find out that you're just screwing with me, Evans, I will break both your nuts. Guaranteed. Cause I'm pretty sure it's illegal up on them clouds to impersonate an archangel. Though what do I care, I'm just a demon. Anyways….yeah, whatever. Just don't incinerate me for just poking fun at your guppy lips. I did save your life after all."
Damn did she feel like such an idiot. Granted no one could see what she was doing but still! She lingered around the area for a few minutes waiting for a response only to come up empty-handed. Figures.
Shaking her head, she turned away and with the intent on walking down the rest of the park pathway.
But that was before a sudden blinding white light consumed her.
"Santana."
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"Santana!"
She jerked into consciousness when a hand abruptly collided with the left side of the face. Her eyes flew open to glare daggers at the person who dared to slap her. "What the fu-"
Her words came to a grinding halt at the sight of Quinn hovering over her. Instinctively she pushed her blonde nemesis as far away from her as she could muster.
"Hey!"
She ignored the girl's indignant cry and straightened herself up. "Jesus, Quinn. Haven't you ever heard of personal space?" She propped herself up using her elbows and continued to give her nemesis a brutal scowl. "Just cause you beat me in a couple rounds doesn't mean I'm suddenly your little bitchlet. You can't just straddle me whenever you want."
Quinn swept her hair back and shook her head at her. "What on earth are you talking about, Santana?" When she didn't respond to the blonde's question, she rolled her eyes and leaned forward, holding up three fingers. "Okay, how many fingers am I holding up?"
"Three." She hastily pushed her fingers out of her face as her brow furrowed. "What happened to your clothes?"
Quinn glanced back at her outfit before lifting her gaze to meets hers. "What do you mean?"
"They're not at all demonic." she replied. She moved upright into a sitting position. It was then that she took in her surroundings. Immediately she was freaked.
"Demonic? Santana, what are you talking about?" Quinn asked, deeply frowning. "Why on earth would I wear demonic clothing? Do I look like I'm apart of a cult or something? Did you hit your head or something? Is that what this is all about?" Quinn's cool hand clasped over her forehead. "Hmm. You don't feel like you have a temperature. Maybe you should lie back down…"
"What the hell has gotten into you?" She slapped Quinn's hand away, incredibly disturbed. "One minute you're beating me into a bloody pulp and now you're mothering me? Who knew demons could be so bi-polar."
"Santana! I'm not a demon!" Quinn exclaimed loudly. "Where would you get such a ludicrous idea?"
"If you're not a demon then what am I?" she demanded, rolling her eyes all the while.
Quinn looked at her with a seriously worried yet confused expression. "Santana, you're not a demon. You're human. Just like I am."
AN: The next chapter will be the last but rest assured any questions you have from this chapter will be answered in the next.
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