Rachel awoke with a start, firstly noticing the pain emanating from her neck. The next thing she noticed was the familiar layout of her room; dragging her bleary eyes around the space they eventually land on a figure hidden in the shadows sitting at her desk. Her mind is instantly flooded with memories from the previous night, the attack, the rescue, the blackness. Sitting up fully and backing up against the headboard the fearful diva fires off a round of questions. "What's going on? Who are you? What are you doing in my house? What happened last night?"
The person in the shadows chuckles and switches on the desk light. A low glow illuminates the room well enough for Rachel to see the figure at her desk is the same person from last night; she mostly remembers the girl's bright eyes. "Calm down Rachel, you're safe now."
The brunette's eyes widen. "And how do you know my name!"
The blonde studies Rachel for a moment, attempting to figure out what to tell her. She's struggling with this particular situation; she's never been in this position before. Normally when a human discovers her kind she just compels them to forget, but with the brunette she didn't, and for the life of her she can't figure out why she didn't.
The blonde brings her eyes up to meet Rachel's and with an amused smile she asks, "Which question would you like me to answer first?"
Rachel is briefly stunned; she hadn't expected cooperation from the blonde. She has a ton questions to ask but she starts with the basic ones. "Who are you?"
The blonde takes a moment to reply. "Well I've been called many names over the years but lately the name Quinn has stuck."
"Quinn," Rachel murmurs, thinking it's a strange name. Realizing her other question she quickly shoots, "How do you know my name?"
Quinn gets up from the desk and crosses the room to stand at the foot of Rachel's bed. Seeing Rachel tense up at her approach she says, "Would you relax? I'm not going to hurt you." The blonde removes a little pink wallet from her coat pocket and tosses it onto the bed. "I found your ID in your bag and saw your name and address. I brought you here and stayed to make sure you were okay."
Rachel is too stunned to say anything. This complete stranger brought her home after an attack that could have been fatal if she hadn't stepped in. She even waited for her to wake up to make sure she was okay. So then why did Rachel still feel uneasy around her? She decides it's probably because she still has no clue as to what actually happened at the hospital. The diva decides to voice her concerns, "Because it's highly probable that you just saved my life, I'm going to ignore the fact you technically broke into my home. But what I want to know is why did my life need saving in the first place? What the heck happened in the parking garage?"
Quinn disregarded the jab made at her for breaking into her house and instead focused on the question. "What all do you remember from last night?" She asks gently.
"Um, everything! That man attacked me, apparently bit me, and then you came and…and…" The brunette's rant is cut short as the memories of the previous night click into place. She remembers Quinn lifting the man up with one arm, as if he were light as a feather. She remembers the blonde's low voice as she threatened him, no, promised him that she would kill him if they ever met again. And she remembers the inhuman strength she revealed when she tossed him across the parking garage. "And you…you…who are you?!"
Quinn chuckles grimly, "I thought I already answered that question." The blonde understands that Rachel has put two and two together and realized that what went down last night wasn't exactly normal.
"You picked him up as if he weighed nothing! And then you proceeded to threaten to kill him! 'Quinn' is no longer an acceptable answer as to who you are!" If the diva were standing up she would have stomped her foot.
Quinn smirks a little Rachel's formal way of speaking. "Would you have preferred me to not threaten him, because if I hadn't you more than likely would have been his dinner?"
"What?" The brunette screeched. "Is that a joke because he bit me? It's not very funny!"
Quinn's face softens as she replies, "I wish it were a joke, but unfortunately I'm being absolutely serious. If I hadn't been in the garage at the time of your attack you would have been a meal for him and you'd be dead right now."
Rachel gulps and grips the sheets that are laid over her legs. "What do you mean 'meal'? Was he a cannibal or something?"
"Um…," The blonde stalls. This is the moment where she needs to decide if she's going to divulge to Rachel what she wants to know. On the one hand she has a right to know why she almost died, but on the other hand she's unsure how the tiny brunette will handle the new information. Best case scenario the diva believes her but is forever freighted of the night and the people who accompany it. Worst case scenario the diva outs her kind to the whole world.
Quinn looks back to the girl on the bed. Rachel is looking up at her expectantly, waiting for an answer that could potentially change her whole life.
Quinn decides it should be Rachel's choice whether or not she wants to know. Quinn exhales loudly, "Look, if you really want to know what happened in the parking garage tonight I'll tell you, but I want to warn you, if I reveal to you the truth your life will probably change…and not for the better." Quinn gazes into the diva's eyes, trying to convey the seriousness of what she's saying. "If it were my choice I'd leave it alone, however you have a right to know so I'll leave it up to you."
Rachel, for her part, actually considers it; she takes a moment to think over her choices. Her brow furrows and she worries her lip between her teeth.
While the brunette is weighing her options Quinn takes a moment to study her face. It's a little pale but that is from the blood loss and even still she's undeniably attractive. Her nose is slightly larger than average but it's what makes her more striking. Her lips are plump and hold so much potential. But for Quinn the most notable feature on the brunette is her eyes. Though they are only brown and most people would consider that a boring color, Rachel's eyes hold an enormous amount of expression that makes them the focus of other's attention. Quinn is drawn in when the diva finally returns her gaze and lifts her head.
"I want to know."
With those four simple words Rachel's life is going to change, and in more ways than she anticipated.
It's been a long time… I know a lot of people probably think I've abandoned my stories but guess what? I have not. I could explain why it's been so long but that would just take up an unnecessary amount of my time, besides I doubt you would care. I just want to apologize and let everyone know that, NO I have not abandoned my stories; life has just got in the way.
Anywho, leave a review and maybe I'll be inclined to update sooner. Thanks to reviewer Aliceherbst who's simple review "Please update soon!" gave me the kick in the ass I needed to update. Thanks to everyone else to who reviewed also, but Aliceherbst was the most recent and reminded me people want to read this story. Shouldn't be too long until the next update, hopefully before the week is done.