"Are you sure?" Quinn asks. She wants Rachel to be absolutely positive about her choice. She doesn't fully understand the impact this new information will have.

"Positive," Rachel answers while sitting up a little straighter in her bed. Her face is set and she has made up her mind. There's no turning back for the diva.

"Alright," Quinn drawls. She moves back over to Rachel's desk and turns the chair around to face the brunette. The blonde reclines back into the chair and meets Rachel inquisitive gaze. "Where to begin," Quinn mumbles to herself. Should she tell Rachel everything, or just about the incident at the hospital? If she just tells Rachel about the hospital it'll lead to questions about everything else anyway; might as well go all in, but at least ease her into it.

"Do you believe in the supernatural Rachel?"

The diva is caught off guard. She wasn't expecting the conversation to start this way. "Do you mean ghosts and similar things?"

Quinn gives Rachel a short affirmative nod.

"No, not really. What has that got to do with anything?" The brunette wonders how ghosts play any role in what happened in the parking garage.

Quinn ignores Rachel's question and presses, "What do you mean 'not really'? You either do or you don't." The blonde's tone isn't rude when asks this; she just needs to know exactly what Rachel believes. It'll make it easier for her to find a good way to explain the situation.

"Well, I don't believe in the kind of ghosts you see in the movies. Not the ones that haunt and kill people. I guess I believe in spirits sort of, like unexplainable urges and feelings that lead you places or protect you. I tell a lot of people that I have a sixth sense about certain things but I think it could be like a spirit guiding me." Rachel tilts her head so that her chin is touching her chest. "I don't know, maybe that's stupid." She fiddles with her fingers in her lap for a moment before a pale hand reaches out and grasps her tan ones. Rachel sharply glances up, startled at how quickly Quinn moved from her seat to next to the bed.

"It's not stupid." Quinn declares still holding her hands to keep them from fidgeting. "I think you could be right." The blonde offers the suddenly shy brunette a soft smile. "What do you think about other supernatural beings, like witches, werewolves and vampires?" she presses while taking a seat on the edge of the bed and reluctantly releasing the smaller girl's hand.

"I think those tales are absolutely ridiculous," Rachel responds without hesitation, "If those stories were true we would have solid evidence by now, not unreliable accounts and blurry photographs."

Quinn purses her lips in thought, "Couldn't the same be said about spirits?" A perfectly sculpted eyebrow rises in question.

"But that's different. Things like werewolves and the like are just scary stories told to little kids." The diva scrunches up her nose in confusion before continuing, "What's this have to do with what happened?"

Quinn takes a deep breath and abandons her earlier plan, never mind easing her into this; telling Rachel about an entire other world that exists secretly within her own is just too much to try and ease into. This should be like ripping off a band aid, the faster the better. "Rachel witches and werewolves and vampire are real. They do exist, and that was a vampire that attacked you earlier in the garage."

That was pretty straightforward.

Rachel stares blankly at the blonde and after a few moments she utters, "No, that's absurd." Shaking her head she continues, "That's not possible."

Quinn takes in the diva's expression; the pieces falling into place. Rachel sounds like she trying to convince herself that a vampire attack is impossible.

"Vampires aren't real," she whispers while looking down; fighting with herself for even considering the possibility.

"Rachel," the blonde tries quietly, "He bit you… and drank your blood."

"No," Rachel mumbles. She looks right into Quinn's eyes. "No, he is a disturbed man with some kind of sickness. He is not a fictional monster."

Quinn internally cringed at Rachel's choice of words. Monster. Is that how the tiny diva would see her when— no if she told her that her savior was also a vampire?

"I know this is hard for you to believe but it's true. This is why I asked if you were sure you wanted to know."

Rachel doesn't move. Her mind is racing, a million thoughts in her head and she can't speak. Quinn watches the smaller girl intently, trying to get a read on her, but the brunette's features are blank.

The storm rages on in Rachel's head for a few minutes and the time is passed in absolute silence. Being a vampire Quinn doesn't need to breathe but she usually does to appear more normal however, right now she's too anxious to breath, afraid to disrupt the air in the room and the almost catatonic state Rachel is currently in.

A couple more minutes pass and Rachel finally glances at Quinn who is still seated on the edge of her bed. The brunette tilts her head slightly to the left and asks Quinn the question she's been dreading. "What are you?"

Quinn stares back at Rachel but before she can answer Rachel continues, "And don't think you can lie to me! When you threw that man into the wall…no human can do that; he flew at least 20 feet!" The diva's eyes are wide and cautious as she continues to stare down Quinn.

"Rachel, I wasn't going to lie to you," the blonde states sincerely. She stands up from the brunette's bed and walk back over to her desk.

Rachel might not want to be near me once I tell her what I am. She'll probably think I'm a monster.

"I'm a vampire," she states quietly, but her voice still carries across the room and Rachel hears.

The diva instinctually reaches up to touch her bandaged neck and briefly worries that Quinn is going to finish the job the man started.

"Rachel, I swear to you I'm not going to hurt you," the blonde pleads, begging the diva with her eyes to believe her.

Rachel takes a moment to consider, "I suppose that's true. If you were going to you've had ample time and opportunity to do so already."

Quinn nods her head. "I don't harm humans. Actually no vampire in Lima is supposed to. There are rules in place to stop it, but unfortunately sometimes the rules are ignored." Quinn says the last part somewhat bitterly; like she's pissed the rules aren't followed. "I'm so sorry about what happened to you tonight." The blonde looks genuinely distressed that the diva was hurt. "We try but we can't make everyone follow the rules." Quinn looks slightly ashamed at the mention of not being able to control what that man did.

"It's not your fault that he attacked me," whispers Rachel. Why she is trying to make Quinn feel better? Quinn is a vampire! A monster! Wait— is she a monster? The blonde did say that she doesn't harm humans, and she also saved the diva's life.

Before Rachel could think too much on it she inquires, "What rules are there? And who are the 'we' you spoke of a moment ago?"

Quinn is relieved to see that Rachel didn't immediately kick her out of her house upon her revelation that she is a vampire. She's also a bit surprised she's taking the new information in stride. She had a minor freak out at first but that was it, none of the major issues that usually came with admitting that vampires and other supernatural beings existed.

"Quinn?" the brunette calls.

Quinn shakes her head to clear it and replies, "The rules in Lima are different from other places in the world. There is one universal rule—no a law really, that we all follow, and that is to keep our existence hidden from the mass public. But in Lima and a few other places there are additional rules to ensure we stay hidden from humans."

Rachel nods her head as if listening to a teacher lecture and urges Quinn to continue.

"Vampires have to feed, there's no getting around that, and while a few vampires choose to feed from animals, it would be unreasonable to expect all vampires to. So here in Lima if you want to feed from a human they must first be claimed and then agree to be bitten."

"Hang on," the brunette interrupts, "people actually agree to be bitten and drank?"

Quinn only nods her head.

"And is that was you do? You find someone willing and feed off them?" Rachel's tone is even and steady but her eyes stare at Quinn accusingly.

"No! No. I get blood bags from the hospital..." Quinn doesn't know why but the thought of Rachel somehow disapproving of her feeding methods make her nervous.

Rachel looks down at her sheets momentarily before looking back up and asking, "Is that what you were doing at the hospital?"

"Yes," the blonde replies while making eye contact with Rachel, "I was going in when I smelt blood, which isn't at all that strange in a hospital, but the scent was strong, meaning it was close by and unless they built an operating room in the parking garage…" Quinn trailed off. "I knew something was up so I went to go check it out and lo and behold, there you were."

"You saved me."

Again Quinn only nods. They remain quiet for a few moments then Rachel breaks the silence.

"So who is the 'we' you spoke of?"

Quinn smiles softly at the brunette and replies, "You really want to go through all of this tonight?"

The diva thinks for a second, "Is there any other option? Are you going to be around tomorrow so I can finish my inquisition?"

Quinn pauses. She hadn't even thought about what would happen tomorrow, would she ever see Rachel again? Did Rachel want to see her again? She decides to answer both their questions with another, "Do you want me around tomorrow?"

For Quinn it's a loaded question, the brunette's answer would allow her to know what the future has in store for her and Rachel. For some unknown reason, the blonde wanted to be around Rachel, she didn't want their time together to end here tonight. She wanted to continue to see Rachel, talk to her, and just be near her. She had never felt this way before but she was hoping beyond all reason that the tiny diva felt just a minuscule of what she was feeling.

"I—," Rachel starts then stops. Taking a deep breath and exhaling she looks into shining hazel eyes and answers, "Yes, I would very much like that."

The blond, though ecstatic, chooses not to show it. Instead she smiles and replies, "Me too."

The small diva beams at Quinn, pleased with her response. Quinn notes that she's never seen someone smile so largely before but she also realizes that she likes the way it looks on Rachel. It seems fitting and she would like to see that smile more often.

"Well then, I'll see you tomorrow so you can finish your inquisition," Quinn repeats Rachel's earlier words and smirks.

"But can't we talk more tonight; I don't need to know everything right now but a little more information would be nice." Rachel grips her blanket and pulls it up to her chest, making puppy eyes at Quinn to try and persuade her to stay a little longer.

Quinn almost gives in but detects the bags under Rachel's eyes and resolves she needs to sleep. "Tomorrow I promise we'll finish but for now you need to sleep."

Rachel huffs and drops her blanket into her lap.

Quinn swears she see Rachel's bottom lip stick out, but Rachel's chin drops to her chest and the blonde can no longer see.

Amused, Quinn asks, "Rachel, are you pouting?" She can't keep the smile off her face or out of her voice as the diva's head slowly rises to look at her.

"No," was the mumbled reply.

Yup, her lip is definitely sticking out and she is definitely pouting. Quinn lets out a small laugh at Rachel's tactics. They are endearing and in a different situation Quinn would have fell for them no doubt, but the brunette was injured and needed to rest.

The blonde strolls over to the bed and takes a seat on the edge. Gazing into brown orbs she tells the diva, "You need to rest, you were hurt and lost a lot of blood. You need to sleep and recuperate."

Rachel shifts her eyes around the room, looking everywhere but at Quinn.

"Hey," Quinn calls softly, ducking her head to try and make eye contact. "What's wrong?"

Rachel inhales sharply before voicing her fears, "My dads are away and won't return until tomorrow evening. What if that man comes back to…?" Rachel lets her sentence hang between them.

"I promise you he won't come back Rachel." Quinn tells the frightened diva, trying to quell her fears.

"How could you possibly know that?"

"I just do. If he comes back then he has a death wish, one I'll happily fulfill." Quinn shakes her head at the thought of the man coming back, but knows he won't.

Besides, the blonde thinks to herself, he won't be able to enter the hou— wait a minute. I entered the house. And I didn't have an invitation seeing as Rachel was passed out in my arms. Why didn't I realize this before?

"Rachel, this is your house correct," Quinn hastily questions, sounding somewhat worried.

The brunette's eyes widen at the unexpected question. "Yes, who else's would it be?"

Disregarding the question Quinn continues, "I mean this is your house; as in it's been bought and paid for right? Your parents own it?"

"My dad inherited it when his father died. I don't understand, what does this have to do with that man coming back?"

"You know the myth about how vampires can't enter a house unless they're invited in?"

Rachel merely nods.

"Well it's not a myth, it's true. And I entered your house without an invitation. I'm trying to figure out how."

Rachel seems to catch on and a bit of fear creeps through her. "So if you can come in uninvited, then other vampires can too?" The diva gulps loudly and glances at her bedroom door.

"I don't know I shouldn't have been able to come in. This doesn't make sense." Quinn furrows her brow in thought. "The only time vampires can enter a house without being invited is if it belongs to a vampire, the house doesn't have an owner, or if the owner is dead."

"Oh!" the diva exclaims, "When my dad inherited the house he never signed the documents that would transfer the house into his name. His father didn't like that he is gay and left in his will that the house only be signed into his son's name and not his partners as well. Dad and daddy wanted a place they both felt they shared equally so they just left it in dad's fathers name so it didn't seem like dad owned the place and daddy just lived with him."

Quinn nods slowly trying to understand the information, there were lots of dads and fathers in Rachel story.

Rachel picks up on this and simplifies, "Technically, the owner of this house is dead."

"Oh. Okay then, that makes sense, but since any vampire can just walk in here you should really have a talk with you dad about signing the house into his name. It'll make you all a lot safer."

"I agree, but since I won't be able to talk to him until tomorrow evening, I'm vulnerable tonight. A vampire could stroll on into my room and make me a midnight snack!" Rachel's eyes widen comically as she runs through possible scenarios in her head in which she becomes a vampire snack.

"Vampires typically don't go door-to-door trying to enter houses Rachel." Quinn shakes her head amused. "But if it'll make you feel safer I could stick around tonight, you know keep watch for those atypical vampires who might actually try the door-to-door routine."

"Are you making fun of my potential safety?" Rachel pouts.

"No, of course not." Quinn says schooling her features into mock seriousness. "I would hate for you to become a midnight snack, especially since I just saved you. It would have been wasted effort."

The brunette just crosses her arms.

"In all seriousness, I'll stay if you want me to," the blonde tells Rachel. "Whatever you're comfortable with."

Suddenly feeling bashful, Rachel fidgets with her bedspread. "You don't have to stay if you don't want to. I'll be okay on my own." Rachel, who was avoiding eye contact with Quinn like the plague, gazes into hazel orbs when she hears her name being softly called.

"Rachel, I don't mind staying the night but that's only if you want me to. I just told you that all the stories about monsters you heard as a kids are true, and even more I'm one of those monsters. I just don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with."

"I don't think you're a monster," Rachel blurts before she has a chance to think. Upon seeing the look of surprise on the blonde's face she blushes lightly and continues, "I mean, I don't think you're anything like the man who attacked me. You saved me; a complete stranger. You didn't have to. And the fact you brought me home and watched over me… That doesn't sound like something a monster would do."

Stunned by the diva's words all Quinn can do is stare.

She doesn't think I'm a monster, I can't believe it.

On the inside Quinn was ecstatic but she still couldn't figure out why she so badly craved Rachel's approval. She is just a human girl. Granted a very smart, beautiful and entrancing human girl, but a human girl nonetheless.

"Um, Quinn?"

Quinn jerks her head up and responds to the girl who is the focus of her thoughts, "Hmm?"

"If you don't mind, I'd like you to stay tonight."

Quinn smiles at the diva, relief visible in her eyes.

Rachel returns the smile tenfold and realizes she's glad to have Quinn watch over her for the night. Not just for her own protection but also because she has the blonde's company to look forward to in the morning.

"So you can sleep in the guest bedroom or on the couch, whichever you prefer. I'm afraid we don't have any coffins lying around," the brunette attempts a joke.

Quinn huffs a small laugh, "Sleeping in coffins is a load of crap spewed by Hollywood. Vampires actually don't sleep at all," she states factually.

"Really? You don't sleep?" the diva asks disbelievingly, "Ever?"

"Nope, I haven't slept in a very long time. There are a lot of myths surrounding vampires and other supernatural beings."

"What ar—," Rachel begins but is quickly cut off by Quinn.

"And I will answer any and all of your questions in the morning, after you've gotten some sleep."

"Fine," huffs the diva, resigned to the fact she won't be getting any more out of Quinn tonight. "But what are you going to do while I sleep?"

"I dunno," shrugs the blonde, "do you have cable?"

Rachel nods her head, "Yes, there's a television down stairs in the living room."

Quinn nods her head, "Then that's what I'll do, watch god-awful late night T.V. while keeping a look out for vampires with a deathwish." Quinn smirks and walks to the doorway, but before she crosses the threshold into the hallway she stops and turns to the tiny diva still sitting in bed. "Good night Rachel, I hope you have sweet dreams," she states sincerely before offering the girl one last smile and retreating downstairs.

Rachel just stares at her empty doorway and contemplates the night's events.

After all she discovered about Quinn and the other world that exists right under her nose she felt she should have been terrified or at least anxious. But knowing that Quinn, the mysterious but charming girl that saved her life, is watching over her made everything seem okay. Sure she had been attacked and almost killed, but with a beautiful blonde vampire acting as her own personal bodyguard, the diva has nothing to fear.

The only thing the diva truly has to fear is the fact that she isn't fearful of the vampire camped out in her living room. Logically Rachel knows she shouldn't feel this safe, she should be completely on edge but she isn't and that in itself is daunting.

Wanting to mull over the day some more but unable to keep her eyes open, Rachel finally snuggles down into her bed and under her blankets, her last thoughts being about a blonde with bright eyes.

Whew. Finished the chapter and only about 30 minutes later than I said I would. I rushed therefore this chapter is loosely proof-read.

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RikkuKashi mentioned wanting to know more about the Unholy Trinity and I've been struggling with which direction to take them in. Since I'm writing this for everyone's entertainment I'll leave you with a question. Which would you rather, the Unholy Trinity being three ancient and powerful vampires or the Trinity being composed of an ancient vampire (Quinn), one of the original werewolves and a powerful witch? If the like the latter better tell me who should be the witch and who should be the wolf. I really have no idea, and will write whatever gets the most votes.

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