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Santana's POV
Rachel's eyes fluttered open and she stood up quickly, with the speed of one of us. She looked afraid at first. "Did it work?" She asked.
I smelled it all over her. She was one of us. "Yes," I smiled. "It worked." She smiled at that.
"Are you sired to Santana?" Quinn asked.
"I'm not sure. How do I know if I am or not?" She asked.
I suddenly walked toward her and looked her strait in the eye. "Rachel, go downstairs and kill Daphne." Quinn looked at me with disgust and began to shake her head. I didn't want her to kill Daphne, but I had to see if she would. "That's what I want, will you do that for me?" I said.
"Yes Santana, anything you ask," she then opened the door and before she walked out I yelled, "Stop!"
She walked back to me. I have to admit knowing that Rachel would fulfill my every whim, do anything I wanted her to do, including ending things with Quinn with out hesitation really excited me on an entirely new level.
"Rachel. It worked. You're sired to Santana," Quinn said, her eyes and voice full of loathing and resentment for me.
"No, I'm not. I just love Santana. I love you too Quinn." She said. This made me considerably less happy and Quinn smiled. Quinn walked up to Rachel and gave her the same order I had a moment ago only this time Rachel declined.
"I do not wish to harm Daphne," she said. Then everything in her mind must have clicked because her eyes lit up. "Then, I am sired to Santana." She said.
"Is this good?" She asked.
"No, it's awful. Santana will use her power over you for her own selfish gain. She would have us never see each other again. She's manipulative, you have to try to fight the bond, Rachel," Quinn said suddenly.
"How dare you?" I asked. "I would never take advantage of Rachel." I said.
"Well you'll never get the chance to anyways, because Daphne is a Wicca. I could get her to give me the cure," Quinn said.
"She's not going to hand it over to you. The cure for a sire bond is not easy to come by, not to mention that vampires and witches are not exactly the best of friends," I said.
"There is only one cure in this world and it works for anyone, but witches, if they have the right ingredients can make a cure specific to one vampire," Quinn said.
After much deliberation and Quinn asking Daphne about this cure, all three of us went to the spot in the woods outside Quinn's house where Daphne told us to go.
There, in the hollow of a large oak tree did we find a set of stairs leading through the tree and underground. (A/N: Ok, I know that I tree hollowed out so that it has a fully functioning stair case is both impossible and a dumb idea, but vampires aren't real either so please just go with it) when we reached the bottom, there was a room lit only by a dozen or so wax candles. In the center was a large circular table and along the ways were books that were tucked into crevasses in the wall of the tree.
We received dirty looks from the two women sitting by the table.
"You're Daphne's ... Daphne sent you?" One of them asked.
I nodded.
The same one spoke again. "This is highly unusual. If Daphne wasn't such an important member of our covent, we would have never allowed you into this sacred-"
"Tree," I interrupted.
The witch stood up and walked over to me, clearly very angry.
"Listen here, we do not have to help you. We do not want to help you and we could just as easily burn you alive with the power of our mere minds if you push your luck. Are we understood?" She asked.
I'd like to say that I wasn't afraid of her, but I sort of was. Not that I'd ever admit it.
She breathed in and looked at Rachel. She placed her hand on her chest and closed her eyes.
"Watch it," I said.
"You're the one. You're the new vampire," she said. The word vampire emphasized with a clear loathing.
"Which one of you is she closer to?" She asked.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Quinn asked.
"I'll take it it's not you," the witch said.
"I'll need something of yours," she said to Rachel.
Quinn handed her Rachel's hairbrush that Daphne had told us to bring.
She took it and walked over to a small cauldron type object in the back of the room. Her back was to us. We heard her repeat an incantation over and over again before coming over with a glowing orb. It did not look the way that I imagined the cure would look like.
"You have to consume this. It is impossible to create a finite cure with out a consequence. Once you take this you experience unimaginable pain. It is a test," she then looked at Quinn and I. "Neither of you can intervene no matter what, she can not die, you needn't worry of that. But she will scream. She could cough up blood, pray for death all in the first minute. It could last hours. The longest recorded lasted almost two days. Let's hope that is not the case here," she said.
"Wait," I said. "Are you sure, Rachel?" I asked.
She nodded. She then took the cure into her hands and placed into her mouth. At first nothing happened and then she grabbed her throat, a look of agony and fear spread over her features. She let a scream of pain. Quinn and I reached forward to help her, for she had fallen to the ground and was now writhing there in pain, but the witch waved her hands and Quinn and I were sent back five feet, slamming into the wall behind us.
Rachel looked like she was trying to cough something up but nothing came out, that is not until a four foot long snake slithered its way out of her mouth. As soon as it had come out it vanished into thin air. The snake was then followed by blood which she coughed up to seemingly no end. I don't know how long it lasted. It was unbearable to watch Rachel in that much pain and that seemed to make the time move slower and drag on the awful sight for longer. When it was over Rachel coughed one final time and stood back up, shaky at first.
"Rachel? Are you ok, love?" I asked.
She nodded. She smiled slightly. She seemed relieved.
"How do we know if it worked?" Quinn asked.
"Tell her to do something," the witch said.
"Kiss me," Quinn said. Rachel began to lean forward until I interrupted with "We would only know if it worked if it was a command from me," I said, jealousy evident in my voice.
"Rachel," I moved closer to her and stared her in the eyes. "Snap my neck," I said. I knew she would have to if I told her to and the bond was still in effect. I was confident that it wasn't. It seemed the only sure fire way of finding out.
"Santana, I could never-" she started. Then a smile grew upon her face and she clasped her hand over her mouth. "It worked!" She turned to the witch and hugged her excitedly. "Thank you ever so!" She exclaimed.
Quinn looked even more excited than I was. I could have a normal relationship with Rachel that would last for ages.
"May I ask you a question," she said at any of the three of us,
"How does this relationship work? Clearly you," she said looking at Quinn, "are not loved by the new vampire as the other," she said.
Any fool could see that. Rachel loved me and Quinn is delusional if she thinks we are even in the same playing field. I knew that. Quinn knew that, through she'd never admit it. Did Rachel? She just blushed and looked down, ashamed.
"I almost forgot," she said, reaching behind her for a small brown box which she handed to Rachel. "Jewelry to protect you from the sun. Now that you have it, I warn you to never ask of me or of any other witches any favor again," she said.
She thanked the witch again and we went back the same way we came in.
Rachel put on a small silver ring from the box.
"How do you feel?" I asked Rachel once we were outside.
"I feel like I am going to live a long li-" she stopped mid sentence. She turned her head as if she had heard something.
"Do you smell that?" She asked. Suddenly I knew what had happened. About twenty feet away was a boy who must work for Quinn. Rachel has not yet tasted human blood, she will need to have to control herself.
She ran at maximum speed to the boy and bit his neck, covering his mouth to silence his screams within less than a second. Quinn and I watched in amazement as she took her first human life. We had promised her to change and we would. She would have to learn to control herself as well, but in the mean time, her drinking the blood of a human was not the most unpleasant sight.
She dropped the body to the ground and the second after her human face had returned she burst into tears, realizing what she had done. It took hours of coaxing to get her to see that all vampires do it and that she was better than him and that we'd help her control herself. Quinn left to dump the body while I stayed to reassure Rachel that she was not a monster, she was still the same girl that I'd fallen in love with.
Quinn came back, angry that she had to do the dirty work rather than console Rachel.
Two weeks later...
(A/N: Sorry for not showing this part, I just thought it would take too long.)
Quinn's POV
It has been two weeks and still the only life that Rachel has taken was that first boy from the woods. Her, Santana and I have found a new way to feed. We compel our victims and drink only enough for sustenance and a little extra and then they go on their way thinking they had been bitten by a spider. A very very large spider. The plan was slightly flawed, I'll admit, but it works.
We still of course found it immensely difficult to not suck them dry. It took a lot of will power, which being vampires is not exactly our forte.
(A/N: Ok, so I get that that was short, but it think it was necessary. Anyway, the next chapter will be the first where it will be a different time period and don't worry it will all be coming to an end soon. Thanks for reading, I hoped you liked it. Don't forget to review. Oh and don't worry Pezberry will be endgame for sure!)