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Santana's POV

The next morning I woke up and carefully maneuvered myself out do the bed around Rachel. I left a note saying I would be back soon be shut the door behind me as quietly as possible.

I stormed over to Quinn's wanting to know what she was thinking when she bit Rachel.

I banged my clenched fist on the door almost hard enough to break it.

Quinn answered and the second I saw her I grabbed her wrists harshly and yanked her outside.

She smacked my hand off her wrist and looked at me angrily.

"What the hell was that?" She asked.

"You do not get to ask that question. What were you thinking biting Rachel?" I asked. A cloud of guilt moved over her face and she looked down.

"No, look at me. You can not do something as horrid as what you did to her and not take responsibility for it." I said.

"I know that. It wasn't my intention to hurt Rachel," she said. "It happened yesterday. She had just come over after..." She looked at me with a look almost of disgust, "being with you and I could smell you all over her. It was disgusting and it made me angry. I snapped and I feel terrible about it," she said.

"You should feel terrible about it. How could you do that, now she'll have questions. We can not lie to her anymore. It's not right." I said.

"Since when have you cared about right and wrong?" She asked.

"About as long as you have," I said, referring to when we met Rachel.

"You know that I am right. We must tell her. I can't keep it a secret anymore," I said.

She nodded and I looked around to see if there was anyone around.

I looked at her and my palm collided with her left cheek. She looked at me, shocked.

"That was for what you did," I said.

She slapped me back. "And that's for trying to steal Rachel from me," she said.

"Trying?" I said.
With that, I began to walk away.

"I love her," she said. I turned around. "That's what I was going to say before..." She trailed off.

I simply shook my head and walked away. To my surprise, I heard Quinn's footsteps behind me. I looked back at her. "Why are you following me?" I demanded.

"We have to tell Rachel. What better time is there than now?" She asked. She was right.

I just rolled my eyes. "Fine, Fabray."

We walked into my house, up the stairs and I opened the door to my room where I had left Rachel sleeping minutes before very carefully. I saw her standing next to my dresser smiling at a photograph of me.

I opened the door fully and Quinn and I walked in.

"Rachel. I have to tell you something," Quinn said.

"We. We have to tell you something," I said.

Rachel looked concerned. "What is it?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but Quinn spoke instead.

"I wish I could tell you this," she looked at me pointedly and looked back at Rachel, "privately, but I think I should say it before we tell you what we need to tell you." She paused and took a deep breath. I rolled my eyes, knowing what she would say, "I love you, Rachel."

Rachel looked surprised and smiled. She then looked at me, not wanting to hurt me.

"I- I love you too, Quinn." she said. That broke me. Not that I didn't know before.

"Anyway," I said changing the subject, "There is no good way to say this, but we ask that you promise to hear us out."

"You're scaring me. Please say what you need to say," she said.

"The bite mark on your neck," Quinn started. "It wasn't from an animal attack. I'm a vampire. I have been for nine hundred years. Santana and I both have. I bit you and I feel terrible about it. I never meant to hurt you."

"This isn't funny. Why are you lying to me?" Rachel demanded, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
"We're not lying to you. We're vampires." Santana said.

"Vampires don't exist. They're only in stories. And even if they did you wouldn't bite me. You love me, you can't hurt the people you love," Rachel said, a tear falling down her face.

"Rachel, I'm so sorry," Quinn said, moving closer to Rachel extending her arm as if to take Rachel's hand in hers. Rachel stepped back, her lips drawn tight in anger.

"If you but me, why don't I remember it? Why do I remember an animal attacking me?" She asked.

"Quinn compelled you. It's a power we have. We can control people's minds, appear in dreams, we have super strength, speed and agility. Rachel you have to believe us. How can we prove it to you?" I asked.

"Wait," She looked at Quinn, heartbroken. "How could you? How could you invade upon my mind like that? You can't control people, that's despicable." she said.

I hate to admit it because of how betrayed I knew Rachel was and I knew she wasn't exactly happy with me either, but it made me elated to hear that she was so upset with Quinn.

"Rachel, I didn't mean to, but I had to. You were so afraid, you wouldn't have listened to me." Quinn said. "Can you ever forgive me?" Quinn asked. Say no, Rachel. Say no.

"I don't know," She said. "but you said that you could prove it, so prove it. Show me the face that you make when your fangs come out. I've seen yours before, Santana." She said.

I remembered that. It was the first time we made love and I nearly lost control the same way that Quinn had.

"Rachel, it's dangerous for us to show you our true faces. Once our fangs are out it is even harder to control our impulses." I said.

Quinn nodded. "I don't care, I won't believe you unless you show me that what you say is true." She said, crossing her arms, her crying had stopped.

I looked at Quinn and simultaneously we forced our fangs out. I cooked see myself in the mirror and visible dark red veins pulsed under my lower lash line. Rachel stepped back again. I instantly returned to my regular face as did Quinn.

Rachel walked a little closer. "Are you afraid?" I asked.

"I can't believe my eyes. You're demons. How could this be?" She asked.
We didn't know what to say, luckily Rachel spoke for us.

"I'm not afraid, I know your hurting me was not intentional. I understand that you could not tell me, though I wish you had because if you had I would not have fallen madly in love with both of you. And as much as I wish they did right now, feelings don't just go away. I still love you- both of you but this will take a lot of getting used to and I do have questions."

"Of course," Quinn and I said in unison. We were both so relieved that Rachel didn't try to run or scream or worse, tell us she no longer loved us.

"Why can you walk in the light?" She asked.

"Quinn and I know witches. They charm pieces of jewelry for us so that when we wear them we are immune to the sun," I said.

"Why are you visible in mirrors?"

"Our kind started that myth to fool vampire hunters, should they arise, into thinking we are human." Quinn said.

"You're immortal? You've been alive for nine hundred years? Where are you from originally?"

"Yes, we are immortal. The only thing that can kill use is a stake to the heart, fire or beheading. I was born to a Viking family in 927 as they were settling in parts of England." Quinn said.

"I am from Córdoba, Andalusia, it is in Spain. I was born in 926."

"So you are a year older than Quinn?" Rachel asked.

"No, only three months older, actually." I said. "Anyway, In 943, I ran away from home. I walked all across Spain, not knowing what I was looking for. Then one night, I met a man. He didn't tell me his name. He saw that I was a run away and he told me he'd take care of me. He brought me into an ally, telling me that we would go the back way into his home." I started.

"I don't remember how and I don't know why, but he turned me into a vampire," I continued. "I never even told him my name. Anyway, the next day I woke up in the ally, lucky to be alive or so I thought. It was then that I realized that what had woken me up was the searing pain of my skin burning. I ran to the shadows and realized that he had left me a necklace, a crucifix of all things, I guess he liked irony. I put the necklace on and the burning stopped. I could walk around in the daylight. It took a long time to figure out what had happened to me, how to survive, how to use my power. By the time that I did, I had travelled to England where I met Quinn."

"How did it happen to you, Quinn?"

"It was December 2nd, 943. Back then, witches and vampires got along worse than they do now. And the only way to become a vampire other than to drink a vampires blood and then die is to have a witch put a spell on you. The only way we got witches to charm our jewelry was to tell them that if they did so, we would leave them alone and not interfere with them. They were smart enough to agree with the trade. Anyway, I had taken seriously ill and it looked like I was going to die." Quinn said.

"Then my mother, who had vowed to do anything to save my life revealed that she had a witch turn her into a vampire. Before I could stop her or ask how she managed that, she had bitten her wrist and forced her blood down my throat. I suppose I died naturally after that, for I do not remember her killing me." Quinn said.

"I can't remember for the life of me how or why, but my father found out that my mother was a vampire, a demon and he killed her. He drove a stake through her heart without blinking. I knew he would do the same to me, so I took some of my belongings and I ran away. One night, I was sleeping in an abandoned house somewhere in Florence, and I was woken by a girl rummaging through my things. That girl was Santana." Quinn said.

"I could smell that she wasn't a human and didn't feel like getting into a fight, so I figured I'd just take what I needed and leave," I said.

"I didn't have the energy to fight her either and by the look of her she did not live in the area. I could tell she moved around a lot. So we decided that we would be more...productive as a team." Quinn finished.

"So for the past nine hundred years you have travelled around Europe killing who you wanted to kill when you wanted to kill them, compelling people when you wanted something," Rachel said.

I knew it was a lot to take in.

"Rachel. We would never hurt you. But you have to understand, we had nothing, no family, no one to turn to but each other, least of all a sense of right and wrong." I said,

"We can change," Quinn interjected. "We can feed off animals or just take enough of someone's blood to sustain ourselves, but not kill them. It's possible. I've read of it." I nodded, knowing I would have to do whatever it took to warm Rachel up to the idea of being with a demon.

"It means the world that you would change for me," she said.

"Of course, Rachel. I love you," I said.

Rachel took a deep breath and smiled a smile I had feared I would never see again. "I love you too, Santana." I smiled wide at that. "And I love you, Quinn," Rachel said, putting her palm on Quinn's cheek. This made jealousy course through my veins and I suppressed and urge to remove Rachel's soft hand from Quinn's smiling face, but I refused to sulk. All things considered, Rachel was taking this remarkably well.

Then Rachel frowned, a sight that I disliked almost as much as the one of Rachel and Quinn together.

"You will be young forever. I will age and die." Rachel said.

I had always tried not to think about this before. I could not live a life without Rachel, especially one that will go on for centuries.

"What if... What if you could stay young forever? Think of it, Rachel. You could be with me forever." Quinn said.

"You could be with me forever," I said.

"Me? A vampire? I don't know. May I think about it?" Rachel asked.

"Of course." Quinn and I said.

Rachel sat down on the bed. After a moment she shot up with a bright smile on her face.

"I have a brilliant idea! If I am going to me a vampire, I should get to know what it's like," she said,

"Whatever do you mean?" I asked.

As a response, she pulled her hair behind her neck and pulled down one of the lace straps of her bodice. It was a sight upon which no one could deny themselves. In that moment I almost gave in, but before I did, I asked, "Rachel, are you sure? What if one of us goes too far." I said, staring at Quinn pointedly. "Once you start it's nearly impossible to train yourself to stop." I said.

"You won't be the only ones feeding." She said. She seemed almost in lust with the idea. She must realize how intimate sharing blood is even now, before we've done it. She lightly traced her fingers along the veins of mine and Quinn's wrists.

I wish that I was doing this for the first time or any time with Rachel without Quinn here. She didn't deserve Rachel and I am bewildered as to how Rachel doesn't see it.

I followed Rachel's silent instructions and bit my own wrist. Rachel tentatively held my wrist in her hand and licked the blood off it. She licked her lips and smiled. The sight was too much to bare and I leaned forward and bit her neck. She yelled out half in pain half in pleasure. Slowly, the red liquid trickled down my throat. It was the most delicious thing I'd ever tasted and the more I drank the more I hungered for more. Rachel, all the while sucked on my wrist as my blood pumped toward the bite.

Her mouth felt wonderful on my skin and suddenly with out warning, Rachel had moved so that Quinn could get to the other side of her throat. I had forgotten that Quinn was here and seeing her, standing there, intruding on our moment was not a welcomed sight. Quinn bit the other side of Rachel's neck and my jealousy of the sight only heightened my thirst. I returned Rachel's neck. I licked up a line of blood that had flowed down to the top of her dress, eliciting a moan from Rachel, or at least I hoped it was me. I moaned as I drank as did Quinn.

Soon, I pulled back and licked my lips. Quinn traced her finger along a trickle of blood that had flowed to Rachel's collar bone and sucked her finger clean. She new she was driving me crazy, but I was too elated at what had just happened to care at Quinn sucking my love's blood off her finger.

Rachel licked her lips as well. After this, I am seeing Rachel in a new light. She is still the same Rachel, but even more erotic and adventurous and I couldn't wait to see what would come of it.