A/N: I'm back from my adventure on horseback, galloping along the countryside through rice fields, in the rain, exploring historical ruins, visiting orphanages and meeting locals. Now my dear readers…the story continues (read and review).

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"Quinn, who is it?" whispered Rachel nervously.

Quinn stood protectively in front of her blocking her from the view of the night intruder. "I don't know," she whispered back. Her eyes remained locked on the figure as he took a step further into the light. "Who are you?" she asked.

"Who am I?" he laughed out like a hyena. "Who am I? Can a daughter not recognize her own father?" said the man. His hair was a dark red, his eyes seemed to glow like embers and his face was covered in scars. Then there was the smell. He smelt like burnt flesh; like death. He dressed in a dark business suit and in his hands he held a cane. It had the head of a horned dragon.

Anger bubbled up from the pit of Quinn's stomach. This man did not look one bit like he father. "You are not my father," she spat out. "He abandoned my family a long time ago and you don't look one bit like that man."

Another bout of laughter broke out from his lips and he replied, "That was so long ago! A lot can happen to a man when he loses his family." He looked straight into the eyes of his supposed daughter. Taking a small step forward he extended his hand toward her, "Come, my dear daughter, it's about time we were reunited. This father is lonely and has missed his family. I'm a changed man, don't let this appearance fool you."

"No!" refused the blonde woman. "You are not my father. Even if you were, I don't even want to know you."

"Oh, Quinn," he sighed. "Quinn, Quinnie, Quinn, Quinn."

"Don't call me that!" she warned.

A hand touched her shoulder from behind. Quinn dared to look into the frightened eyes of Rachel. She gave her a reassuring smile, "It's okay Rachel. We'll leav..."

Her sentence was cut off as the man once known as Russell Fabray cut in. His voice boomed out around them and echoed through the park, "Nobody! Nobody is leaving! If anything, nobody leaves my presence lest they are in a body bag. Quinn if you don't want to come with me then you'll just have to face my other option."

"And what is that?"

The man flashed a wicked grin and lifted both his hands in front of him, dropping his cane. It disappeared as it hit the stone floor. Waves of shadows came out of his hands and they slowly started to form into a solid object. It looked like a spear.

Rachel took a step in front of Quinn protectively, putting herself into the line of fire. Quinn stared at the back of Rachel's head and she could sense her fear. Looking back up she saw the spear hurtling towards them. In that split moment she threw her arms around Rachel and spun them both around.

A golden light started to form rapidly behind Rachel where Quinn's hands were, soon engulfing the both of them. The shield of electricity was nearly complete and Rachel dared to look into Quinn's eyes. She was smiling. Rachel felt safe and calm, but before the shield was complete a sudden scream rang out of the woman in front of her. Quinn's eyes widened and the glow they had seemed to flicker. Looking to her right just beside her head, Rachel saw a black spear tip sticking out of Quinn's left shoulder, which seemed to absorb itself into the blonde. "Quinn!" she screamed out in horror.

The shield surrounding the both of them weakened and flickered. Soon it disappeared as Quinn crumpled to her knees in Rachel's arms, her eyes growing heavy lidded.

Rachel looked at her, "Quinn, wake up! Open your eyes Quinn!" she gently slapped Quinn's cheek trying to wake the blonde.

Quinn's eyes opened a little hoping to take one last look at Rachel before darkness took over. She lifted her hands to the woman's face in front of her, "I love you Ra-" Quinn's sentence faded as her eyelids closed. Quinn's hand that was on Rachel's cheek went limp and dropped.

A look of panic crossed Rachel's face. Her eyes stared in horror at the lifeless form in her arms. "Quinn?" she whispered loudly. "Quinn don't you dare do this to me! I've lost you once and I can't lose you again," she cried out. Tears flowed fiercely down her face as she tried to shake the woman in her arms awake. ."Quinn! Wake up!" she screamed again. "Don't leave me Quinn. Please don't leave me," she begged desperately. Her head dropped down against Quinn's and she quietly sobbed out, "I love you too."

After a few seconds she looked back up at the man in front of her who had stood by quietly watching her ordeal. Her face was still wet from tears but her eyes were fierce. She stared at him intensely and through gritted teeth, "You. You are the devil. How dare you say you are Quinn's father! A father would never harm his own children."

He stared at the small woman and laughed, "Like I told Quinn earlier, a lot has changed."

"You heartless bastard!" she spat out. Getting up from the ground Rachel stood up, straightening out her back and looked at him angrily. Through gritted teeth she gave him a warning, "I'm not afraid of you. You on the other hand should be afraid of what is to come."

"Oh, boohoo. I'm so scared, I want my mommy!" he replied mockingly. "Well, come on then. Let's see what this songbird has hidden up her sleeves."

Rachel's eyes darkened. Soon they were completely black, as the air about her seemed to drop in temperature. Her whole demeanor changed as she began to step toward the man. Her skin seemed to ripple like grey marble and her hair turned the darkest black. Her nails grew sharp. Soon there was a cracking sound coming from her back as two black wings appeared. She continued to stare down the man.

He didn't flinch; instead he looked amusedly at the woman advancing towards him. He laughed out with excitement from the sight, "Well, well, don't you look beautiful. Maybe I should've asked you to follow me too."

"I am following nobody," said the newly formed Rachel. Her voice sounded like 10 people talking in different octaves. "You though, will soon be following Kharon across the Styx."

"Ah, Kharon. I did promise him I'd visit once in a while, but not tonight dear." His hands lifted once again as another spear formed. He hurled it towards Rachel, but this time she was prepared. As it came towards her she opened her mouth and let out a piercing scream. It shattered the spear before it could touch her.

Russell clapped his hands together in delight, "Oh my! This is exciting!"

Rachel ran toward him and wrapped her right hand around his neck. Her grip tightened as she stared intensely into his scarred face. "I hate you. I'm going to kill you now."

"Kill me?" he laughed out loud, unafraid of what Rachel was trying to do. "Sure, you can try to kill me. But, how do you kill someone who's already dead?"

Rachel's eyes widened at what the man had just said. Soon he disappeared into a plume of smoke and all that was left was his voice, "I like you Rachel! No wonder my daughter chose you. You're gentle, yet fierce. I'm letting you live because I think you'll be fun to play with. Till we next meet."

Then there was silence. The sound of the night surrounded Rachel as she turned around to see Quinn's body still lying on the floor. Her eyes cleared as she ran back toward the blonde. Kneeling down she cradled Quinn in her arms, "Come on Quinn. Wake up, please wake up." There was still no response. A fresh flow of tears assaulted her eyes once again as her body shuddered.

"Rachel!" yelled out Santana's voice from afar. Soon the woman came running toward them with Brittany in tow. "Shit," cursed the Latina as she saw the state of Quinn. "Rachel, come on. We have to get out of here."

"No!" Rachel screamed out.

"Berry, for Zeus' sake, we have to get you both back to the safe house."

Rachel looked down at the woman in her arms, "But, Quinn. She's gone." She looked up at Santana. "She's gone, I…I've lost her again." Another sob ripped through her body.

Brittany kneeled down beside them and put her hand on where the spear had struck Quinn. A glow surrounded her fingers as she concentrated on fixing whatever she could. Soon the light faded and she rested her hand on Rachel's arm. "She's okay Rachel. Just very weak. I can barely make out her heartbeat, but it's there. She's lucky, any further to the right and it would've hit her heart directly."

A small smile of relief crossed Rachel's face. New tears came down her face again as she gently caressed Quinn's cheek with her thumb. "You're going to be alright," she whispered. "We're going to be alright."

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