A/N- To be honest, I looked online and I could not find the exact age that people/women to be expected to marry by, so even if it is not historically correct, for the purposes of this fanfic, they wont have to worry about getting married at their age, okay? I also know that it is not proper that a girl would lose her virginity before marriage in this time period or whatever, but still. Also, this is the first chapter rated M, but a good chunk of it is fine, so of you don't want to read the M part, cool, but the rest is fine. Enjoy. :)
Quinn's POV
I felt the skin break as my teeth broke his skin. Blood flowed to the wound and I licked his neck before drinking it. It ran down my throat, making me thirties for more. When I had sucked him dry, making sure not to spill any blood on my own apparel, I dropped his lifeless body to the ground. I don't remember if he screamed, I just know that he surely didn't expect two simple girls from town who stopped him for directions in the middle of the forest (on a hunt it seemed) to be the greatest danger in these woods. I heard the nameless body that Santana had fed off of drop to the ground just after mine.
I wipe the blood off my lips with a handkerchief and dropped it down on the man's body.
"I won," I said, referring to drinking him the fastest.
"Yours was shorter than mine, besides, I like to savor it," she replied. She just hated to lose, which made it ever more ironic that I was her best friend.
"You've always been a sore loser Santana," I said cockily. Santana licked her lips clean and walked next to me. "It's a good thing I'm such a good winner."
We began walking in to town, soon we would here news of an animal attack killing two men in the wilderness on a hunt. Tragic, really.
"You don't win at everything," she said deviously, knowing something I didn't.
"And what," I stopped walking and turned to her, "exactly have I lost at?"
"Last night, didn't you here, I kissed Rachel," she said. I immediately felt jealousy rush through me, an emotion I had seldom felt before.
"Be quiet you don't want anyone to hear do you?" I asked.
"Who would hear? Them?" she said gesturing to the corpses.
"And of course I heard you talking. I just didn't know Rachel's standards were that low," I said, starting to walk again.
"Well she kissed you did she not?" she replied, catching up with me.
"I kissed her, and take my word for it, she has no complaints," I said.
"And you think she would of mind?" she asked
"I'm just saying I'm a difficult act to follow," I said, smirking.
"If you touch her, I swear-" she started to say."I've already kissed her, or have you not been paying attention throughout this entire conversation? And you can not tell me what to do. I saw her first." I said.
"I meant, if you feed off of her-"
I interrupted her again. "I would never feed off of her. You're the one who can't control your impulses," I said.
"I would never feed off her either. I've only known her for three days, but I feel something I've only ever read about into literature," she said.
"I feel the same way," I said. There was silence for a moment. "We have to get back into town before daybreak," I said.
We walked back into town and into our perspective houses. I opened the door to Rachel's room. She laid there like a golden angel. The dim rays of light from the sunrise shining through her window fell upon her radiant skin. She moved into her sleep and I shut my door, not wanting her to awaken and see me watching her.
By noon, Santana, Rachel and I were all seethed in my indoor dining hall. Lunch had just been surged to us and all of the servants of the household had gone outside to attend to the garden.
"So, Rachel, you've hardly told us anything about yourself," I said.
"Well, you know that I'm from Maryland. And-"
"How old are you?" Santana butted in, rather rudely, if I may say so.
"I am seventeen," she said. "How old are you both?" she asked.
Santana and I exchanged a glance. "We're both eighteen," I said.
Santana placed her elbow on the table and her hand on Rachel's. She traced her finger slowly on her hand.
"So anybody back home I've got for competition?" Santana asked.
I hated Santana for this and every minute she spent getting closer made me angrier and angrier. Part of me knew that she actually wanted to be with Rachel and cared for her, but at the same time I knew that the rise she knew she was getting out of me made it all the more gratifying for her.
"Of course not," Rachel said.
"Can't say the same for here," I said, refusing to accept defeat and letting Santana know that she's not alone in this race.
"Well, I've never had any boys interested in me. I mean maybe one or two, but I've never actually really had a suitor. I'm umm... I..." she trailed off.
"You're what?" I asked, curious.
"No. It's not proper,"
"Rachel, we will not tell anyone what you say. You can trust us. We won't think any less of you," I said.
"I'm a virgin," she said.
I suddenly became struck with arousal. I am vampire, I am very territorial. I am controlled by desire, lust and the need for power and dominance. It may be shallow, but the idea of taking Rachel's virginity, obstructing her purity magnified the attraction I already felt for her. I could tell by the look in her eye that Santana was thinking the same thing that I was.
"Well," Santana was at a loss for words. Her mouth stayed open, but she didn't say anything more.
"There's nothing wrong with that," I said.
"That's sweet. In fact that's very proper," Santana said.
"But, speaking of ones sexual life in public, it's so...so naughty," Rachel said.
The conversation moved to something else after that, I don't exactly remember what, I was only half listening. I couldn't stop thinking about taking her virginity. It would crush me if Santana were to take it. And I know Santana would be deeply bothered by me taking it as well.
"Hey, Rachel, why don't you stay at my place tonight?" Santana asked.
"Oh I'm sure she would love to, but all of her things are here. I mean you could have them carried over and then carried back, but it really doesn't seem very logical, all that extra work I mean," I said. Santana was livid. Her eyes sparkled with irritation.
"Oh, I would love to Santana, but I'm afraid that Quinn's right," she said.
Later, as Santana prepared to leave to go home, she hugged Rachel by the door, I saw her sneak a small, folded up note into her jacket. Rachel clearly knew that Santana had put the note there, but didn't say anything. We said our good byes and Santana left.
The sun was nearly set against the purple sky. Rachel and I walked up the stairs together and I went into my room. I planned, moments later to go into her room, but I decided to wait. Just when I was about to stand up from where I was sitting at the edge of my bed, I heard a knock at the conjoined door between our rooms.
"Come in," I said, grateful and happy.
The door opened and Rachel came in tentatively.
"You can come all the way in, Rachel, I don't bite," I said.
She smiled. She shut the door and came over to sit very close to me on my bed.
"I don't wish to make you uncomfortable, but I was wondering if I could possibly ask you..." she trailed off again.
"You want to know if I'm a virgin," I said. It wasn't a question. She looked away, clearly embarrassed. I grabbed her arms and she looked at me.
"You needn't be afraid to ask me anything. I am not a virgin. I have only had sex with three boys. They were all quite disappointing, actually," I said. It wasn't a lie.
"Oh," Rachel said. She seemed almost surprised.
"Um, well, have you ever ha- had sex with a girl," she whispered, barely audible even to a vampire.
"No. You're the only girl I've ever felt anything for," I said. I looked into her eyes. I wasn't thinking about Santana or my stupid vampire instincts, I was just thinking that I have to do this - here and now, because I may never get the chance again.
I leaned in to kiss her. When my lips brushed hers it was just as light and tender as the first time. I inhaled and moaned deeply, just at the feeling of her lips on mine. I pressed mine to hers again, with more passion than before. Her lips were relaxed and she began to take more control.
She put her hand on my lower back and the other on the back of my head. She was quite an incredible kisser. I placed my hand on her hip and the other on the bed. I traced my tongue on her top lip. Rachel let out a small gasp, not frightened, but surprised. She then opened her mouth slightly, as if to test the water. She then opened her mouth slightly more and relaxed into the kiss again.
She returned with more passion, I could here each of us making noise, but I did not really care, I was far too caught up in what I was doing. She moved the hand that had been on my lower back and moved it up to the back of my head, slowly. She ran her fingers softly through my hair as we kissed.
I separated.
Without saying a word, I asked her permission to go forward. She bit her lip and laid down on the bed so that I could position myself on top of her. I looked down at her. I moved me way down her body. I placed tiny kisses along her jaw line and moved to her collar bone, then to the top of her breasts.
I moved my hand softly up and down her arm and sat up, straddling her. I moved down, so my knees and calves were on the bed, with Rachel's legs between them and me sitting up. Rachel sat up I took in her beauty. I had never been more aroused.
"Rachel, you're so beautiful," I said.
I caressed her cheek and reached my hands around to her back. I began to unlace her bodice. When I had finished, I removed it from her torso, which revealed her perfect, supple breasts.
She moved her hair behind her neck and I felt myself yearning for her blood. I stopped myself and began to kiss the area around her breast and her soft neck, keeping my composure while doing that was the hardest thing I have ever done and I nearly bit her at one point.
I kissed her breast and rand my tongue along her nipple in small circles, eliciting moans from Rachel. Rachel lowers herself so that she was lying down but I was still straddling her. She moved her hand slowly unlaced my corset which fell to the side.
She moved her hand up my leg until she reached my waist. She hesitantly reached under my skirt and ran over my under wear with her finger. I, with difficulty, stifled a moan, she reached duo to the top of my under wear and through some repositioning on both of our parts took them off. Rachel was now on top she placed kisses along every inch of my torso, spending extra time on my breasts, as I did hers. I felt my fangs dart to come out and I shook my head and forced them back into my gums.
She then was sitting so that my feet were touching the floor and my back was on the bed. She kneeled on the ground before my spread legs. She moved her hands along my thigh. She then traced her tongue on my outer lips.
Before I knew it, Rachel had brought me to my very first climax. And a spine tingly, faith in humanity affirming (almost) orgasm it was. My body thrashed. I lost control of my limbs and for a moment i felt something I didn't know it was possible to feel. I grabbed a nearby pillow and clutched it to not yell out in ecstasy.
In that moment I completely forgot about the need for her blood, the fear I felt for feeling for her, everything. All I knew was that I was content and I wanted to spend as much time as possible with Rachel.
She looked up with the same eyes of that innocent girl from Maryland, but now sparkling with sin and lust.
She took off her own skirt and under wear herself and lied down next to me on the bed. I moved to put my head between her legs. I moved my lips and swirled my tongue around her until she had been fulfilled.