My, What Big Teeth You Have

Part VII

Santana once thought she was athletic. She was on the cheerleading squad with the most toughest coach in the state. Sue Sylvester pushed the girls to their limit every practice, it lead them to many championships. However, training with two werewolf families proved her wrong. This was harder.

Russell declared they had to train. An unknown witch coven was still a threat, and they would not be the last, they had to protect their pack and their territory. The Puckerman family were also a part of that pack, and Santana was Quinn's tether and mate which made her part of the pack, according to Russell, therefore, she had to train as well.

"You're doing good, babe." Quinn told Santana. "It may not feel like it but you're a quick learner and you've improved already. Dad is impressed."

"Really?" Santana asked between panting. "You're not just saying that because I'm your mate and tether?"

Quinn shook her head. "You're good, and you're going to get even better the more we train."

Santana blushed, still trying to catch her breath.

Noah and Sam were paired together to train. They, too, were out of breath. The boys made a friendly competition out of it. Noah was winning. He used his strength to beat Sam as he is much stronger. Sam growled in frustration.

"Don't let the anger cloud your instincts." Russell told Sam. He had been watching them fight from the sideline. "If you let your emotions take over you'll expose your weaknesses to Noah."

Sam took deep, calming breaths then he and Noah went back at it. Sam tried to use his speed to dodge Noah's punches and kicks. For a moment it was working but then Noah took him by surprise with a roundhouse kick, knocking Sam off his feet.

He gasped for air, as the wind was kicked out of him, then slowly stood up with his teeth bared. Noah took a few steps back.

"Calm down, Sam."

A deep growl echoed in the woods. Sam was half phasing. Fur sprouted from under his skin. Claws broke out of his knuckles, sharp teeth poked out of his mouth.

"Russell!" Noah shouted over his shoulder. Noah and Sam had been training further away from the rest of the pack.

Now on high alert, Russell stood between Noah and Sam. Thomas stayed close, just in case. Quinn and Santana stopped their training. Quinn had Santana stand close behind her, ready to run if needed.

"Remember the first time you phased? I taught you techniques to calm down? You need to do them, now, before you seriously hurt someone." He purposely left out again. Now was not the time to remind Sam what he did to Finn.

Sam closed his eyes and breathed slowly then counted to ten. Slowly the fur went back under his skin, claws drew back in his knuckles, and the sharp teeth retreated back into his gums. After a beat, he opened his eyes and looked apologetically at everyone.

"Sorry."

"That's enough for today." Said Russell.

Noah and his mother went home. Russell and Thomas went to Russell's office to talk. The rest of the group took turns showering then rested in their respective bedrooms. Santana and Quinn were watching TV and cuddling on Quinn's bed. Though, they weren't watching much TV. Santana was straddling Quinn as the teenage couple made out.

Again Quinn heard the song in her head, tethermateloverpackpackpack and bitebitebite. It wasn't easy to control but Quinn wanted to be able to kiss her girlfriend like she used to without her werewolf instincts trying to take over. Kissing her neck, Santana noticed Quinn was biting her lip very hard and groaned. She pulled back.

"Are you okay?" Santana asked with concern.

Quinn took calming breaths and nodded. "I'm sorry." She blushed.

"It's okay." Santana assured her. "You could always make it up to me."

"How?"

Now Santana was blushing. "I think…for my birthday…I want the bite."

Quinn's jaw dropped. "Are you sure? Your birthday is coming up soon. You think you'll be ready by then?"

The brunette hesitated for just a moment then nodded. "I'm sure I'll be ready by then. If that's what it takes to be able to make out with my girlfriend, then I'm all for it."

"San, you can't make this decision hastily. You need to know what it entails to take a bite by a werewolf. We'll be more connected. It would be as if we're one person. We would be able to hear each other's thoughts, and we'll know what each other are feeling. It can be overwhelming. You have to be absolutely certain you're ready for that. Just think about it some more before you decide."

"Okay. Yeah, that does sound pretty intense."

Quinn smiled. "Lets just relax and watch the show."

The girls laid back. Santana cuddled into Quinn with her head on the blonde's chest. They were watching The Big Bang Theory. It felt good to relax after all the training. During the commercial break Santana peppered delicate little kisses on Quinn's neck. There was an advertisement to a new TV show coincidentally about werewolves when it happened.

She gasped as her eyes turned completely white for a moment then Quinn became unconscious. Santana sat up and looked down at her girlfriend confused and worried.

"What's happening, babe?"

Santana didn't know what to do. Quinn hadn't said anything, and she was unconscious. As she was about to call for Russell, Quinn regained consciousness.

"Are you okay? What was that?"

"A vision."

"What do you mean? You can see the future?"

"Sometimes." Quinn said shyly.

"Oh…okay, cool. What did you see?"

Out of no where Sam bursted through the bedroom door just when Quinn said, "Sam."

On the outskirts of town sat an old farm house. Though the farm animals are long gone, the barn was still put to use by the unusual family that lived there. They didn't get out much, and they kept to themselves, however, that wasn't unusual. The Pierce family weren't a normal family, they were a coven of witches.

During their free time they collect ingredients for potions, cast spells and enchantments, and hone their special talents. One of the Pierce's was in the barn, where the witch craft supplies were stored. A man stood over a cauldron pouring different colored liquids and foliage inside, seemingly making a potion. It bubbled and smoked. Too focused, he did not notice another man enter the barn.

"I knew I'd find you in here."

Both men had blonde hair and blue eyes and were close in age.

"Someone besides those werewolves are protecting her. If only I knew who it was…but my ability to see is…blocked." He groaned frustrated. "I found a potion to strengthen my third eye." He stirred the colorful liquid. "As soon as I know who's helping her, I'll put an end to it. You'll see. I won't let my coven down."

"You're so desperate to prove yourself, brother."

"I've made mistakes in the past I'm not proud of. I have to make it up to my family, my coven." He said solemnly.

"Michael, you've been forgiven for that. You don't have to beat yourself up anymore, and you certainly don't have to prove anything to us."

He poured the potion into a glass vial and closed it with a cork top. "That may be true for some but unfortunately there are a few that don't trust me and I can't say I blame them. Some mistakes just aren't forgivable." He looked down with regret then continued to pour more of the potion into other glass vials.

"I understand." He said sympathetically. "I only ask that you be careful. Don't go off on your own or cast any spells without telling me first. You may have my trust but you can't gain anyone else's by making the same mistakes." He quickly added as Michael opened his mouth to protest his request.

Someone knocked on one of the barn doors. An older woman with blonde hair. "James, she's here. I told her to wait for you in the study."

James nodded. "Thank you, mother." He left the barn and returned to the house.

"So this is where you've been." Michael nodded. "Are you making a potion?" She asked as she spotted the cauldron behind him.

"Just finished. It's supposed to strengthen my visions. I haven't told you but they haven't been very reliable lately and I thought by strengthening it with this I could see who else other than the Fabray werewolves are protecting the Lopez girl from us."

Elizabeth nodded slowly. "You know why your talent of sight isn't reliable." Michael let out a sigh of annoyance. "All of our special abilities are tied to our emotions. Your desire to prove yourself is stressing you out."

"I don't have to worry about that with this." He held up a filled glass vial. "I better go to the study with James before she leaves. I want to speak with her, too."

Michael pocketed a few glass vials full of potion and walked past his mother to the house, and to the study. His older brother James and their guest, an elderly Latina woman, were still inside. James stood as she sat on the love seat.

"Be that as it may, you obviously need my help."

"What could you do that we haven't already tried?" Michael asked.

She raised one eye brow. "I'm her grandmother. She trusts me. You all are just some strangers running around in cloaks trying to take her away and she hasn't a clue why. She doesn't know the power she will come to posses." She said with regret. "I blame myself. The responsibility rested on my shoulders and I failed her."

"Magic isn't an exact science. It can be mysterious, sometimes in large families it skips generations. It skipped Santana's father. He knows nothing of this world, or magic and neither does his wife, there was no reason to tell them, then Santana was born."

"When she was a baby she showed signs of having magic in her blood. What my son and Santana's mother believed to be a gifted baby excelling in every milestone was actually magic. All witches get their full powers on their sixteenth birthday but what is special about Santana is her birthday falls on a red moon. Her power will exceed above and beyond all others, and you want it."

"That's a wonderful history lesson now can you tell us what you plan to do to help us get your granddaughter away from those annoying werewolves long enough to perform the ritual to get her full powers?" Michael continued. "It's not something that happens in one night. There are preparations to make before the red moon and time is running out."

"I'm aware." She glared. "I'll worry about luring Santana away from the wolves. You just worry about getting everything for the ritual."

Michael huffed. "Fine."

"How does your coven feel about you helping us?" James asked after a beat.

"I don't have much of a coven anymore. There isn't a lot of us left, and to answer your question, they know nothing."

"Is that why you're doing this? You want her power, too?" James continued.

She shook her head no. "I have other grandchildren, Mr. Pierce, and it seems the magic has skipped them as well as a lot of the Lopez's. The power Santana will come to posses will make up for that, and I can't wait to see it."

"Even if it means she'll be the leader of another coven?" Michael asked.

"Si."

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Brittany was let into the building with the sound of a buzzard. She used the elevator to get on the right floor and before she could even knock a familiar face greeted her at the door. Another blonde.

"Thanks for the help, again, Miss Holiday. I didn't know who else to go to."

"Don't thank me yet, cutie. I haven't done anything. I'm not even sure I can. Crystals are simple but protection potions aren't easy. Well, any kind of potion, really. They're not my specialty. I just know the basics."

"I don't know anything about potions. I'm not allowed to practice that craft. The last time I tried to cook a potion when I was little I almost blew up a house."

"I don't know whether to be scared or impressed." She shooed LT off the kitchen table. "Anyway, if you got the book I should be able to cook something up, in theory."

"Darn, I knew I forgot something." She turned to LT. "Can you get the potion book? It should be buried in our spot in the woods. I'll give you another treat." The cat rolled his eyes. "He may be a little bigger than most cats but he can move quick when motivated."

"This isn't exactly a safe neighborhood to be walking in alone. That's why I didn't have you meet me here last time."

"It's okay. I know some defensive spells, and I had LT with me. Believe it or not, he is kinda like a guard cat. He's also good at finding people…most times." She added as she recalled when she knocked on the wrong door in the wrong neighborhood.

Just fifteen minutes later LT returned with a small leather bound book in his mouth. He carried it to Brittany in exchange for a cat treat.

"Thanks." Brittany flipped through the pages then handed it to Miss. Holiday. "That's it. Do you have all the ingredients?"

Miss. Holiday read over the list of ingredients and smiled. "You're in luck. Let's brew up this protection potion."

The blondes gathered everything required. A cauldron, glass vials, and all of the unique ingredients. Brittany assisted with the potion making by cutting and peeling whilst Miss. Holiday did everything else. Focused on the task at hand they worked in silence until Miss. Holiday finally asked the question she'd been dying to ask.

"Are you in love with this girl you refuse to tell me the name of, is that why you're so desperate to protect her?"

The tall blonde was surprised by the question. "No, I barely know her." She avoided Miss. Holiday's gaze and kept her hands busy as she said, "It was supposed to me. When my mother was still pregnant with me, my great grandmother insisted I would be powerful enough to lead our coven to greatness. She was wrong. I'm just a disappointment."

"I always was, though. Spells and potions were hard. I just wanted to talk and play with animals and LT. No one believed her at first but she swore up and down that she saw my power in a vision, then the rest of my family started to believe it. They had hope. Even if it was just a little. Then that hope vanished on my sixteenth birthday."

"So they had to find power somewhere else. Of course they wanted it to be someone in the family but when they casted a spell it lead them here. To Lima. It took awhile to find the source of the magic. Now that they have, they won't give up so easily."

A silence fell over them for a beat.

"Well, a protection potion, if we do this right, will definitely help with that."

"We have to do this right. My family are desperate for power. It was dangled in front of them for so long only to have it taken away. They don't want that to happen again. And my uncle Mikey, I worry about him most, so does LT. He's made mistakes in the past he wants to make up for."

"How bad were they? Did he succeed in blowing up a house?"

Brittany shook her head no. "I mean most of the things he did were forgiven, from what I've been told, but there's always one big mistake that can't be forgiven. I was still little when it happened and no one would tell me what he did…I just know it was bad enough to get his own wife killed."

Miss. Holiday was speechless for just a moment. "So you're worried about your uncle because-"

"It's possible he would be willing to do anything to prove himself even if it means putting a teenage girl at risk."

The art teacher slowly nodded her head. "Okay, it's a good thing there's no pressure to get this protection potion right. Let's finish this, shall we?"

"Dad wants us in the office for a family meeting." Sam announced then he turned to Santana. "I guess that means you, too."

Holding hands, the girls followed Sam downstairs and to Russell's office where the Fabray couple stood around Russell's desk along with the Puckerman's, including Noah.

"We put together a list of potential families that may be witches." Thomas said. "This was not easy, I mean, it could be anyone and we had nothing to go on. So I started with the woods, the same area as the attempted-" He stopped to look at Santana with sympathy. "Kidnapping. I thought whoever it was had to live close by."

"Who lives near the area?" Russell asked.

"Mr. and Mrs. Harris. Both are of retired ages so we know it couldn't have been them. Also in the area are the Millers. They have lived here forever and we know they aren't witches, just a bunch of pricks. Called the cops on Noah once for a tiny scratch on their car."

"I didn't even hit their car. Just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"There's a slim chance it could be the Bennett family. They moved here just a couple of years ago. One of the kids attends McKinely with ours. It's not promising though. They own a business in town, they're not known for any suspicious behavior."

Out of no where Sam growled, obviously frustrated. "This is why you came over and had my father call for a family meeting?! Dead ends?! You have nothing, this is pointless!"

As precaution, Quinn had Santana stand behind her. Noah balled his hands into fists just in case, as well. Russell gently guided Sam away from everyone.

"Go downstairs and try to calm down." Said Russell.

Sam wasn't happy but begrudgingly he went down to the basement. Russell apologized on Sam's behalf then asked Thomas to continue.

"There are only four families that live in that area. Including the Fosters. They have a long line of cops. I doubt law abiding police are going to attempt any kidnappings."

"Who else do you have on that list?" Quinn asked. "Sam's right. If you don't have any good suspects this meeting was pointless."

Thomas shook his head no. "That's just who I started with. I don't want any stone left unturned." He explained. "But thanks to you, Quinn, I have more promising suspects." Thomas pulled something out of his pocket. "You found this at Santana's house, in the kitchen cabinet."

"You did?" Santana asked Quinn. "When?"

"When your mom came home. We helped her put groceries away."

"What is it?" Santana asked Thomas.

"A crystal. I didn't know what it was used for but, did you know there is a store that sells everything witchcraft?" Everyone shook their heads no. "You have to know where to go. I got lucky and followed the right people. Most customers are wannabes, not a drop of magic in them, but there is a chance whoever purchased this crystal is a witch."

"How could you figure out who bought it?" Quinn asked.

"I asked the cashier. Had him write down everyone he could think of that had recently purchased the same item. It isn't a long list, and it's possible this is a dead end, but it's better than nothing."

Russell took the list from Thomas and read it out loud. "Rivera, Morris, Lewis, Turner and the last one could be Holland or Hartley, I'm not sure. It may have gotten smudged from being in your pocket." He looked up at Thomas.

"Well, the first two can easily be ruled out." He let out a deep sigh looking back at the list. "How are we going to figure out if the others are actual witches or just wannabes?"

Thomas reached in his other pocket and pulled out a smaller crystal attached to a silver string. From his back pocket, he pulled out a folded map of Lima. "It can pinpoint on the map where magic is being used. I got it at the witchcraft store. On the back of the list I have their addresses. This crystal works by calling magic to magic so I figured if we can get them to hold it above the map we'd know if they're witches or not."

"I don't mean to sound like a Debbie Downer but that sounds like a long shot." Judy said. "How are you going to get these people to hold this little crystal over a map? It's an odd request."

Thomas sighed. "I know but it's all we got. And as far as getting them to do this test, I'm honestly not sure. I didn't think that far ahead." He embarrassingly admitted.

Quinn scoffed. "Sam was right. This meeting was pointless. We don't have much and what we do have is a very long shot. You don't even have a plan."

She walked out of the office frustrated. The vision she had, forgotten, in the back of her mind. Santana followed Quinn to the kitchen. She watched as Quinn got a drink and took deep, calming breaths.

"Do you need to go downstairs, too?"

Quinn faced Santana and smiled weakly. "No, I'll be okay. It's just frustrating. I want to know who wants to hurt my girlfriend but we basically have nothing that will get us any closer to figuring it out."

"Honestly, I'm less concerned about that and more concerned about where that crystal came from, the one you found in my kitchen cabinet." She added seeing how confused Quinn looked. "It couldn't have been Mami or Papi, they're not witches or wannabes and they're always working, anyway. Sometimes we have gardeners do lawn work but I really don't think it was any of them. They don't even go in the house."

"Are you sure no one else has been inside-"

Quinn wasn't able to finish what she had to say. In that moment Sam came up from the basement.

"So, how was it?" He asked referring to the family meeting. Quinn went on to fill him in. He wasn't happy. "Pointless, just like I said." Frustrated, he took deep, calming breaths.

Santana wanted to point out that, although a long shot, they did have something that could lead them to the identity of the mystery coven that have been a thorn in their side. She wanted to, but didn't. It was that moment she received a call from her grandmother. Santana answered the call assuming she already knew why the elderly woman called.

"Sorry I haven't been over for dinner, Abuela. I've just been so busy between school and cheer practice. I'll be there soon." Santana turned to Quinn. "I have to-" She didn't finish her sentence when Quinn nodded.

"I heard. I'll walk you out to your car." Quinn followed Santana out to her vehicle. "We'll find out who this asshole coven is, I know it." She tried to assure Santana and herself. "I promise I won't let them hurt you, San. You're too important to me."

Santana blushed and closes the gap between them, kissing Quinn softly on the mouth.

"You're important to me, too, hermosa." The brunette whispered after pulling away. She got into the car and drove away in the direction to her grandmother's house.

A/N: This chapter was much harder to write than I thought it would. I had so many ideas on how to reveal why the coven want Santana. I hope everyone likes the final product.

P.S. Email alerts were not working when I originally posted this chapter so I posted it again for anyone that doesn't check updated stories daily.