Hey guys, I'm not sure about this chapter. Please tell me what you think? The smackdown was supposed to stay verbal but i think with a vampire in the house things could get kinda heated .. Anyways there is a confession that i think will throw you a bit. It sure did me when i wrote it. Like i said, I'm not sure about it so..

R&R!

Last time:

"I was Quinn's first girl experience after all."

Biting the insides of her cheeks, Rachel turned her head away, eyes brimming with unshed tears. Suddenly I lost my appetite for revenge.

"San…"

I whispered softly into the Latina's ear, even though the unshed tears in Rachel's eyes were making me doubt this plan of ours.

"I need to talk to Rach I think."

Santana nodded at me and squeezed my waist for a second and whispered back, hot breath hitting my ear in gasps. I could feel the sensation turning me on already. I was still frustrated and me and San hadn't gotten farther than some heavy make out sessions yet ever since I became a vampire. I wanted to learn how to have better control over my emotions first. I was deathly afraid to hurt her, hurt my best friend.

"Yeah I think so too Q. but I don't think it's time to talk about the past yet."

I looked at her questioningly.

"You know Q., she came here rather suspiciously after we had a phone call from Britt. Maybe she's here for another reason than just to casually drop by and have a good old chit chat 'bout the shit that went down between ya, ya know?

I widened my eyes in realization. Shit, what if she got her memory back? Where the hell is the clan when you need them? Fuck.

Santana saw the panic reflected in my eyes and held just that bit tighter but I wasn't focused on that, my attention was completely preoccupied with Rachel for the moment. What did she know?

"Quinn… I do not wish to disturb you in your private moments with Santana of course, but I did have an ulterior motive for my impromptu visit other than to see your beautiful face again."

I snapped my eyes back to hers.

"Yeah, that's what I figured Hobbit. Just what I told Q. What are you here for?"

Rachel once again fiddled with her fingers as her eyes danced back and forth. It was clear she wasn't sure how to tell us. There was something she was hiding, something she wasn't supposed to tell and it complicated her question so much she just didn't know how to handle it. I figured she'd gotten a call from Brittany and just jumped into the car and drove here. It wouldn't surprise me to know she probably left the lights or the stove on and forgot to tell her own husband she was gone. The impulsive streak in Rachel somehow seemed so much a part of her character that it would never change, so the next sentence came as a shock to me.

"I thought about how to address this, how to phrase my question before I left this morning. I drove around for a while but somehow I do not find a suitable starter for this so I will just say it the way it is forming in my head right now."

"Oh you don't say? My, my, Rachel Berry actually thought things through. Isn't that a new thing Quinnie?"

I nodded and held on to Santana this time because I knew the name Brittany would come up soon. Clearly San felt it too. The way Rachel eyes Santana as she spoke made it quite obvious. So I prepared myself and San for the blow.

"I received a call a while ago. From a concerned, well, acquaintance we'll say and it had me very worried. I don't think it's necessary to add that the call was about you Quinn."

I just looked at her with a blank expression. How much did she know? It was the only thing circling around in my mind right now. Santana just kept on glaring, the usual.

"You had been sick apparently and more importantly you had not been seen or heard of in three months. All Santana's attempts to locate you were in vain and when Britt – I mean, the concerned acquaintance, had also used all her resources she came knocking on my door, figuratively of course."

Santana didn't flinch, she didn't even wince at the slip up, she seemed just as focused on the fact that maybe Rachel knew what was up. I hadn't told San the complete story yet, I only told her I had attacked Rachel in a weak moment and Nate had helped me to cover it up by erasing Rachel's memory of that day. Of course since we didn't know there had been a call involved from Brittany we hadn't erased that as well.

"And strangely enough I remember the call, I even remember getting in my car but for some reason what I seem to be, almost forced, to remember is that I went to the supermarket to buy some tofu and vegan ice cream for my meal that night. I remember distinctly going home and spending the night with Finn, which is impossible because he was nowhere near New York at the time."

I held my breath at the information we got. Shit. Reality and our cover up had clashed and now she was so close to figuring it all out!

"And now I got another call from said acquaintance asking me why the hell I didn't call after I found you alive and well? I got yelled at for a good fifteen minutes before I told her I didn't remember finding you, I never even remembered going to check on you. It's confusing me to the point where I think I'm going mad! There is something there you know.."

Rachel points at her head. Santana snickers.

"Really? You have a brain up there Tranny? Since when?"

Rachel glared hard at Santana before locking eyes with me again.

"I know it's there and it's blocking me from remembering. I need answers Quinn. I need to know what I saw! I need to know what these are!"

This time she's pointing at her neck and I go pale before their eyes. I know what she's referring to. I know that those are the little, almost freckle like scars.

"There has been this pull, this thread and I didn't know where it was pulling me or what it was till I stood right here, in front of your door. And all the explanations I can think of our mad! And I just, I need answers!"

In the meanwhile I pushed San away and stood there trembling. All these emotions were clouding my mind, her scent was so strong as she ranted about everything. But it wasn't until she pointed at those scars that I started to feel sick. I was disgusting and I had done that to her. I'd given her real scars. I felt so much hate cursing through me as I thought about it. But before I knew it a pair of hands found their way to my arms. In a matter of instants I was completely surrounded by warmth and this overwhelming flowery smell and small short breaths on my neck and her breasts pressing into my back. I couldn't control myself especially not when she whispered those last words.

"I can't get your eyes out of my head. That flash of red, that primal depth. They haunt me."

I slammed her up against the fridge as angry tears poured down my face. I heard Santana telling me to stop, to control myself, to use what they had all been teaching me all these weeks but honestly none of got through to me. None of it. All I could see were those scared brown eyes, peering up at me. All I could smell was her fear laced with the barely there arousal. I hated her so much, for making me feel like this. She knew, or some part of her knew.

"Tell me."

She looked at me with confusion.

"Tell me what you're feeling right now."

She blinked but did not speak.

"Come on say it."

She blinked again.

"You know what I am."

She just stood there.

"If you remember my eyes, you sure remember this."

I bared my fangs at her. Tears rolling down her cheeks as well. Her eyes said it all.

"And I'm sure you know where those scars came from."

She gasped with surprise as I touched them lightly.

"So here is what you're going to do. Unlike last time, you're going to listen to me when I tell you to leave. You will forget about this again. If Brittany asks you came here and you saw me and San playing house but instead of me slamming you up against the fridge, you couldn't deal with the situation and left. Now you're going to go home and make a nice meal for Finn and later tonight you'll fuck him Rach. You'll fuck him and if you ever think about me again you'll get a headache so bad you'll never do it again. Got it?"

I saw her nod and released her. It was weir doing this. Compelling someone for the first time felt like you were being the most despicable person on the planet. Controlling someone like that, as exhilarating as it was, felt like such a dangerous addictive thing that I wanted to have this over and done with.

'Yes Quinn."

I step back and look at her with pain wrecking my body. All the while Santana just stood there, tears dripping down her face as well. I'm sure she could hear the pain, the bitterness in my voice as I compelled her. She stopped yelling the second she knew what I was doing. God it was so bad to do this to her. So disrespectful.

Rachel kept on looking at me with those big doe eyes and then she said something that threw us all for a loop.

"So this is how you did it last time huh?"

I watched her face contort with anger.

"You just made me forget?"

She shook her head as if collecting her thoughts.

"Fuck YOU Quinn!"

I just kept on staring as she balled her fists at me. It hadn't worked.

"I can't go home and cook FINN a dinner, I can't go home and FUCK HIM since he isn't here. He hasn't been here in over a year! And do you know why?"

I shook my head.

"Because we're on a break right now. THAT's why."

I gasped as did Santana. Fuck no.

"No."

"Ay dios mio!"

I shook my head and backed away. That wasn't true. It couldn't be. Fuck. She was messing with my head. I'd been so mean, i said those things. Shit.

"No."

Her eyes softened. Mine hardened, shifted, making room for something else.

"You made me remember Lucy, but i think I never forgot. The second I saw your face again I knew I couldn't forget what happened. The way you looked when i found you, the way you looked at me."

I took steps backwards until I had my back pressed up firmly against the counter. I was backing away from her. There was something pushing, clawing, forcing me to get to her and just throw her around. Throw her to the ground. I wanted to overpower her, show her why she couldn't forget. I felt so possessive and righteous. Like something inside me knew she could never forget. She was mine. MINE.

I shook my head, trembling with fear. She needed to leave. I looked desperately at Santana. She knew what I wanted and went for Rachel. But the latter wouldn't have any of it. She ducked away and shoved Santana so she fell hard on her ass. Santana cursed in Spanish and lunged for her legs. Rachel just jumped away from her grasp and yelled right back at Santana, once again shoving her back. All the while I felt her approaching, there was something happening between us. I wanted to stop it. I wanted her to leave but at the same time I felt the urge talking over. I tried so hard to push it down. This was not how it was meant to go. Once again I couldn't make her leave.

"Your eyes they haunted me! They were so scared, so hurt, so desperate. I wanted to wipe that look off your face and replace it with a smile. I needed to take care of you, that instant! that's why i ran to you. I couldn't stand to watch you in pain anymore. It brought up too much. I felt so guilty."

She looked as if she meant it, it felt honest enough. Santna froze mid step, sensing teh movement in my body, she could see the subtle signs that were telling her the change was coming, it was coming fast too. This is getting so out of hand.

"These scars they've been itching and I felt like I was dying every time I touched them. Like I knew something but then again I didn't."

I just watched her touch her neck subconsciously. Licking my lips, I just wanted to feel that soft flesh under my lips again. I gasped, surprised at my line of thought. Fear once again flooding my mind. I held my arms in front of me, stopping her from coming closer. This is all going to go wrong in a matter of seconds.

"I have been getting myself together, preparing myself to finally come see you. I was scared, so frigthened and i didn't understand where it came from."

Santana grabbed my hand but I pushed her away. This was too much. This was all I ever wanted to hear but it felt so wrong. San wrapped her arms around my waist but I managed to break free in a blink of an eye. Something was pushing in me, pushing me aside. The venom had already spread, the fangs were already out and I could feel the emotions being pushed aside. Like something was clawing out of me i felt a sharp pain inside as it ripped me apart. I didn't think I'd ever get to hear this. I felt so confused and messed up. Why was she doing this. Why was she apologizing? Why didn't she forget? The thoughts were quickly pushed into the back of my mind. I could feel the monster taking over. I knew I was losing. Oh how different this was supposed to go! I just had to flaunt San in her face, get her to see how she'd lost me. I jut wanted to show her I'd moved on. Even if that was a lie. But now i was so tired of fighting, tired of keeping it all, of keeping control. Here she was, the object of my affections, on a break from her husband, reaching out to me. She felt like mine for the taking.

"I'm so sorry Quinn. I'm just so sorry that I hurt you in the past! I need you to forgive me, please Quinn! I can't do this, I can't forget you or what happened."

She approached me and I snarled angrily as I took steps towards her as well. Behind me San was holding her breath, praying under her breath. Rachel just held her hands up in surrender. Don't come closer. I'm losing it! Can't you see that? RUN!

"When you bit me, something changed. I don't know what but everything I tried to bury, all those feelings they just came back up and wouldn't leave me alone. I knew I had to see you again even if at the time i didn't understand why. But now i do! Just looking at you was enough to start remembering."

She stood in front of me and when she stroked my cheek tenderly I grabbed her tightly by the hair as I forced her to kneel in front of me on the floor. If she'd be begging she'd do this right.

"Quinn, please!"

And that's when I knew I lost all control over my body, the monster was out. Santana was screaming as i towered over the petite brunette in front of me. Rachel was kneeling, looking so desperate, so delicious. MINE. I would make sure she'd remember it from now on. She was mine.

"Please."

I laughed at her face hard before baring my fangs, getting ready to plunge into her soft flesh once more.

Yeah, it took quite a turn there didn't it? I don't know i think it's how i'd feel if my Rachel Berry would come up and tell me she's no longer with her boyfriend.. Like she's mine for the taking after years of holding back my feelings,desires, dreams and of course if i'd have this crazy vampire monster inside me that's just desperate for blood as well..Anyway R&R please? I might change this chapter if it's no good...