Fic: Legacy (2/?)
Title: Legacy
Author: Helion
Chapter: 1: Santana
Pairing: Rachel/Santana
Rating: PG-13 for language (NC-17 over all for violence and sexytimes).
Summary: An ages old prophesy foretells the rising of a dangerous power and taboo love between a vampire and a witch. The fact that that vampire is popular HBIC Santana Lopez only complicates matters when it is reveled that her mate is meant to be none other than her Glee captain Rachel Berry. She finds, strangely, that lack of attraction is not going to be her biggest problem. It's keeping her hands off Rachel long enough to figure out what exactly the prophesy means and how long they have before their lives, and the lives of all those in Glee Club, are turned upside down or destroyed completely. Not to mention Rachel's still not going to let them forget about Sectionals, even with a dangerous villain breathing down their necks.
Warnings: Language and Violence. And Santana's general lack of control.
Spoilers: Just about anything is game.
Disclaimer: If they were mine, we wouldn't NEED fanfiction. Also, Glee would prolly be on Showtime, because the places that my brain takes them are not FCC compatible.
A/N: Ok, here's the next part. Lets hope I get more done on this and SATSG before I let the smut take over my brain again! Thanks for reading! And comment guys! =D
Santana growled as she walked into the bathroom after school.
“Out!” She snapped, putting a bit of bite into her words and showing her fangs. The girls in the restroom scattered. She even saw one run out of a stall. Normally she would have laughed as she locked the door behind the last of them, but she just couldn’t manage it today.
She had been wound up since Spanish class, and the fact that two hours later she saw Berry in the hallway picking up a notebook she dropped had not helped the situation. Nor did the fact that she had to see Berry again in twenty minutes for glee practice. She walked over to the sink and gripped the porcelain edge, looking into the mirror and trying to calm herself down. She saw her eyes were fading back into brown from the disturbing gold color they had turned. She had only ever noticed them do that once before, in the days before her tastes had gotten a bit too dangerous for Brittany. She didn’t understand where this sudden attraction towards the irritating girl was coming from.
Alright, so maybe it wasn’t so sudden. There had always been a scent around Berry that she had been drawn too, even as children. She had just been so blindly in love with Britt that she hadn’t paid any attention to it. The girl did have an amazing rack and endless legs. Legs she’d like to see wrapped around…
“Ouch!”
Her fangs descended again, and she had been gritting her teeth so hard they bit into her gums slightly. She released her grip on the sink, which she saw now had tiny little cracks running up and down where her hands had been.
“Why does fucking Berry, of all people, have me this worked up. Jesus, if I make it through glee without jumping her it’ll be a miracle.” She paced around the restroom, trying to work out the tension that had bothered her since Spanish class. “Just calm down Lopez. It’s only Berry. Ignore her and it will be fucking fine.”
After calming down suitably, still muttering to herself about hobbits, she paused as she unlocked the door.
“Fuck.”
“So, what your trying to tell me is my ‘mate’ or whatever doesn’t have to be a vampire.”
“Basically, yes.” Santana’s father answered, replying to his fourteen year old daughter.
“You know we’re still basically animals, we may be drawn too those of our own race but that doesn’t mean that you have to listen to tradition either.”
“So I have a choice?” Santana sounded excited.
“Only in the sense that you cannot help who you are attracted too.”
“Yes, but all the others. They all had arranged marriages.”
“Your destiny seems to have been laid out long before we could arrange a marriage for you, mija. You remember the story we told you and your brother when you were young?”
“The one about great-grandfather?”
“Yes. There is, however, a piece of the story we left out. Your great-great grandfather met a witch shortly before he sailed for the Americas. Though her father refused to believe it, they fell for each other and he was denied in his offer of marriage. They met the night before he left for the Americas for a brief period of time, and together they levied a curse, though one could possibly see it as a blessing, upon both families. He left a journal later passed on to his favorite son. Martin was said to be his favorite because, of all of his children because when he chose to die after the years allotted to a living vampire he was the only one of his children to accept his choice. In his journal it is said that the spell they used guaranteed that his line and the line of his witch would be joined one day as they should have been. Because he did not want to damn any of his line to a marriage they did not want it designated that a mate be chosen for that child who would complete them. His journal read that he intended the spell to bring together two who would complete each other but not normally have the chance to know and love one another, much as he and his young witch were denied the chance to fulfill their love. He said the lovers would meet each other on the birthdate of the youngest witch in the family. Unfortunately, there was a side affect…”
Her mother had cut her father off after that, saying that she would be told when she could handle the weight of the rest of Cortez’s spell. Apparently they knew it was her because of some complex calculations and signs that had been seen before her birth. The final sign would be seen when, instead of red, her eyes would turn golden when she saw something she desired, just as Cortez’s had apparently done when he laid eyes upon his witch. Apparently, this had happened once, oddly, in a toy store when she was three. She had only seen it once, after a particularly intense encounter with B. It had not been seen in her bloodline since Cortez himself.
Holy shit. What if its Berry. This is ridiculous. Wait. Calm down Lopez. She chided herself, as she opened the door and rushed down the hall to glee practice. Rachel’s a witch, that’s for damned sure, but there’s no way her lineage leads all the way back to a witch in the fifteenth century who only visited Spain for a fucking week. She’s Jewish for gods sakes.
This line of thought got her from the bathroom to the choir room without problem. However, as she entered the room she was hit once more by Berry’s scent. It hit her like a sledgehammer, which shouldn’t be surprising considering the girl spent most of her time in the choir room. Once more she turned a groan into a growl as she sat down between Quinn and Brittany, hoping the stench of Wolf and smell of tree’s emitted by Brittany would overcome the disturbing mix of strawberry and magic (yes, magic had a smell) that made her knees go weak and her fangs fall. She didn’t even realize the girl wasn’t in the room until Rachel rushed though the door three minutes later, holding several books and sheet music in her arms.
“San, are you okay?”
“Yeah S, what’s up with you today?”
“Nothing.” She growled out at the girls flanking her. Rachel was coming towards her, not really noticing that it was the cheer-trio she was heading towards and not her useless, currently off again, boy toy Finn. The girl reached her seat and dropped her bag by it, looking flustered. She looked up at Santana and the Latina finally did groan, low in her throat. The second the diva laid eyes on her Santana registered a new smell, one that almost had her sinking her fangs into her own arm to avoid causing herself a possible expulsion.
Biting a class mate on school grounds could do that, and while she could get out of that in a random encounter she was pretty sure feeding on Rachel while simultaneously fucking her into the floor would probably be something that was hard to talk herself out of. Even with a mind trick.
Rachel gasped when she met the Latina’s eyes. Santana was pretty sure they had turned that freaky gold color again.
Ay dios. She wants me too, I can smell it on her.
Before Santana had a chance to react, Rachel turned abruptly obviously trying to break the eye contact before either one of them did something stupid, and attempted to set down her things. She tripped and in her attempt to catch a very old and worn looking leather bound book she nearly fell into Santana’s lap.
Unthinking, for a change, Santana reached out and caught the little diva.
That was a bad idea.
She was in a public park, and there was laughter.
The sun was bright but not bad enough for her sunglasses apparently, because she didn’t appear to have them on. Turning toward the laughter she laid eyes on a young Hispanic boy, no more than three years old, with his brown hair gelled up in a faux hawk. The youngster was running towards her and as he reached her she picked him up, swinging him around.
“Mami! Look, Mama!” He pointed behind her. He had golden eyes, and as he laughed at her and she laughed back, she saw he sported tiny little fangs.
“Alright, just who let Uncle Puck do your hair today, Cortez Lopez?”
Santana felt a tightness in her chest at the sound of that voice, something beyond happiness or any emotion she could name, and the Latina spun around to see a smiling Rachel Berry, who appeared to be now in her late twenties, putting down a black haired girl who immediately crawled over to a litter of blonde haired children playing nearby.
She spotted a group of people near the cubs around the same age as Rachel. Looking closer she realized that they were Brittany, Quinn, and Sam. Sam was holding an extremely blonde infant in his arms.
“Remind me never to leave you with him for a weekend again.” Rachel was full on grinning now, remnants of a smirk she must have picked up from her years with Santana creeping in on the smile. As she reached up to put her arms around Santana and the boy, Santana caught a glimmer on her left hand.
A ring.
“I love your eyes that color.” She said, before reaching up and engaging her in a chaste, but lengthy, kiss. Santana felt that tightness in her chest explode. She knew what the feeling was now.
Love.
“Mama! Ew!” The boy was squirming now, and Santana broke the kiss to let him down. “Don’t kiss Mami. Kisses are gross!” She kept her arm around Rachel.
“Go and play Cortez.”
The boy grinned and ran off without another word. Santana looked down at the woman in her arms and kissed her again, this time there was no place for chastity. She let out a growl as she let go of her Rachel’s lips.
“I love your eyes that color.” She said.
“Mine are always brown. Yours are only gold when you’re happy.”
As Santana reached up to brush hair out of Rachel’s chocolate eyes, there was another glimmer on her own left hand, another ring.
“Why wouldn’t I always be happy. I’ve got you. Hobbit.”
Santana and Rachel both gasped when they came back. Santana vaguely registered that Britt was pulling her hand back after steadying Rachel and she had a similar strange look on her face. Quinn just looked weirded out, and Rachel looked like she might be sick as she stumbled back and collapsed in her chair.
Santana moved quickly, rising and grabbing her bag and Britt’s in one hand, and Brittany herself in the other. They were out of the room and in her car before anyone else had a chance to register what was going on.
Brittany was quiet the entire way to Santana’s house. She assumed her best friend knew exactly what this was about as she had not asked.
Author: Helion
Chapter: 1: Santana
Pairing: Rachel/Santana
Rating: PG-13 for language (NC-17 over all for violence and sexytimes).
Summary: An ages old prophesy foretells the rising of a dangerous power and taboo love between a vampire and a witch. The fact that that vampire is popular HBIC Santana Lopez only complicates matters when it is reveled that her mate is meant to be none other than her Glee captain Rachel Berry. She finds, strangely, that lack of attraction is not going to be her biggest problem. It's keeping her hands off Rachel long enough to figure out what exactly the prophesy means and how long they have before their lives, and the lives of all those in Glee Club, are turned upside down or destroyed completely. Not to mention Rachel's still not going to let them forget about Sectionals, even with a dangerous villain breathing down their necks.
Warnings: Language and Violence. And Santana's general lack of control.
Spoilers: Just about anything is game.
Disclaimer: If they were mine, we wouldn't NEED fanfiction. Also, Glee would prolly be on Showtime, because the places that my brain takes them are not FCC compatible.
A/N: Ok, here's the next part. Lets hope I get more done on this and SATSG before I let the smut take over my brain again! Thanks for reading! And comment guys! =D
Santana growled as she walked into the bathroom after school.
“Out!” She snapped, putting a bit of bite into her words and showing her fangs. The girls in the restroom scattered. She even saw one run out of a stall. Normally she would have laughed as she locked the door behind the last of them, but she just couldn’t manage it today.
She had been wound up since Spanish class, and the fact that two hours later she saw Berry in the hallway picking up a notebook she dropped had not helped the situation. Nor did the fact that she had to see Berry again in twenty minutes for glee practice. She walked over to the sink and gripped the porcelain edge, looking into the mirror and trying to calm herself down. She saw her eyes were fading back into brown from the disturbing gold color they had turned. She had only ever noticed them do that once before, in the days before her tastes had gotten a bit too dangerous for Brittany. She didn’t understand where this sudden attraction towards the irritating girl was coming from.
Alright, so maybe it wasn’t so sudden. There had always been a scent around Berry that she had been drawn too, even as children. She had just been so blindly in love with Britt that she hadn’t paid any attention to it. The girl did have an amazing rack and endless legs. Legs she’d like to see wrapped around…
“Ouch!”
Her fangs descended again, and she had been gritting her teeth so hard they bit into her gums slightly. She released her grip on the sink, which she saw now had tiny little cracks running up and down where her hands had been.
“Why does fucking Berry, of all people, have me this worked up. Jesus, if I make it through glee without jumping her it’ll be a miracle.” She paced around the restroom, trying to work out the tension that had bothered her since Spanish class. “Just calm down Lopez. It’s only Berry. Ignore her and it will be fucking fine.”
After calming down suitably, still muttering to herself about hobbits, she paused as she unlocked the door.
“Fuck.”
“So, what your trying to tell me is my ‘mate’ or whatever doesn’t have to be a vampire.”
“Basically, yes.” Santana’s father answered, replying to his fourteen year old daughter.
“You know we’re still basically animals, we may be drawn too those of our own race but that doesn’t mean that you have to listen to tradition either.”
“So I have a choice?” Santana sounded excited.
“Only in the sense that you cannot help who you are attracted too.”
“Yes, but all the others. They all had arranged marriages.”
“Your destiny seems to have been laid out long before we could arrange a marriage for you, mija. You remember the story we told you and your brother when you were young?”
“The one about great-grandfather?”
“Yes. There is, however, a piece of the story we left out. Your great-great grandfather met a witch shortly before he sailed for the Americas. Though her father refused to believe it, they fell for each other and he was denied in his offer of marriage. They met the night before he left for the Americas for a brief period of time, and together they levied a curse, though one could possibly see it as a blessing, upon both families. He left a journal later passed on to his favorite son. Martin was said to be his favorite because, of all of his children because when he chose to die after the years allotted to a living vampire he was the only one of his children to accept his choice. In his journal it is said that the spell they used guaranteed that his line and the line of his witch would be joined one day as they should have been. Because he did not want to damn any of his line to a marriage they did not want it designated that a mate be chosen for that child who would complete them. His journal read that he intended the spell to bring together two who would complete each other but not normally have the chance to know and love one another, much as he and his young witch were denied the chance to fulfill their love. He said the lovers would meet each other on the birthdate of the youngest witch in the family. Unfortunately, there was a side affect…”
Her mother had cut her father off after that, saying that she would be told when she could handle the weight of the rest of Cortez’s spell. Apparently they knew it was her because of some complex calculations and signs that had been seen before her birth. The final sign would be seen when, instead of red, her eyes would turn golden when she saw something she desired, just as Cortez’s had apparently done when he laid eyes upon his witch. Apparently, this had happened once, oddly, in a toy store when she was three. She had only seen it once, after a particularly intense encounter with B. It had not been seen in her bloodline since Cortez himself.
Holy shit. What if its Berry. This is ridiculous. Wait. Calm down Lopez. She chided herself, as she opened the door and rushed down the hall to glee practice. Rachel’s a witch, that’s for damned sure, but there’s no way her lineage leads all the way back to a witch in the fifteenth century who only visited Spain for a fucking week. She’s Jewish for gods sakes.
This line of thought got her from the bathroom to the choir room without problem. However, as she entered the room she was hit once more by Berry’s scent. It hit her like a sledgehammer, which shouldn’t be surprising considering the girl spent most of her time in the choir room. Once more she turned a groan into a growl as she sat down between Quinn and Brittany, hoping the stench of Wolf and smell of tree’s emitted by Brittany would overcome the disturbing mix of strawberry and magic (yes, magic had a smell) that made her knees go weak and her fangs fall. She didn’t even realize the girl wasn’t in the room until Rachel rushed though the door three minutes later, holding several books and sheet music in her arms.
“San, are you okay?”
“Yeah S, what’s up with you today?”
“Nothing.” She growled out at the girls flanking her. Rachel was coming towards her, not really noticing that it was the cheer-trio she was heading towards and not her useless, currently off again, boy toy Finn. The girl reached her seat and dropped her bag by it, looking flustered. She looked up at Santana and the Latina finally did groan, low in her throat. The second the diva laid eyes on her Santana registered a new smell, one that almost had her sinking her fangs into her own arm to avoid causing herself a possible expulsion.
Biting a class mate on school grounds could do that, and while she could get out of that in a random encounter she was pretty sure feeding on Rachel while simultaneously fucking her into the floor would probably be something that was hard to talk herself out of. Even with a mind trick.
Rachel gasped when she met the Latina’s eyes. Santana was pretty sure they had turned that freaky gold color again.
Ay dios. She wants me too, I can smell it on her.
Before Santana had a chance to react, Rachel turned abruptly obviously trying to break the eye contact before either one of them did something stupid, and attempted to set down her things. She tripped and in her attempt to catch a very old and worn looking leather bound book she nearly fell into Santana’s lap.
Unthinking, for a change, Santana reached out and caught the little diva.
That was a bad idea.
She was in a public park, and there was laughter.
The sun was bright but not bad enough for her sunglasses apparently, because she didn’t appear to have them on. Turning toward the laughter she laid eyes on a young Hispanic boy, no more than three years old, with his brown hair gelled up in a faux hawk. The youngster was running towards her and as he reached her she picked him up, swinging him around.
“Mami! Look, Mama!” He pointed behind her. He had golden eyes, and as he laughed at her and she laughed back, she saw he sported tiny little fangs.
“Alright, just who let Uncle Puck do your hair today, Cortez Lopez?”
Santana felt a tightness in her chest at the sound of that voice, something beyond happiness or any emotion she could name, and the Latina spun around to see a smiling Rachel Berry, who appeared to be now in her late twenties, putting down a black haired girl who immediately crawled over to a litter of blonde haired children playing nearby.
She spotted a group of people near the cubs around the same age as Rachel. Looking closer she realized that they were Brittany, Quinn, and Sam. Sam was holding an extremely blonde infant in his arms.
“Remind me never to leave you with him for a weekend again.” Rachel was full on grinning now, remnants of a smirk she must have picked up from her years with Santana creeping in on the smile. As she reached up to put her arms around Santana and the boy, Santana caught a glimmer on her left hand.
A ring.
“I love your eyes that color.” She said, before reaching up and engaging her in a chaste, but lengthy, kiss. Santana felt that tightness in her chest explode. She knew what the feeling was now.
Love.
“Mama! Ew!” The boy was squirming now, and Santana broke the kiss to let him down. “Don’t kiss Mami. Kisses are gross!” She kept her arm around Rachel.
“Go and play Cortez.”
The boy grinned and ran off without another word. Santana looked down at the woman in her arms and kissed her again, this time there was no place for chastity. She let out a growl as she let go of her Rachel’s lips.
“I love your eyes that color.” She said.
“Mine are always brown. Yours are only gold when you’re happy.”
As Santana reached up to brush hair out of Rachel’s chocolate eyes, there was another glimmer on her own left hand, another ring.
“Why wouldn’t I always be happy. I’ve got you. Hobbit.”
Santana and Rachel both gasped when they came back. Santana vaguely registered that Britt was pulling her hand back after steadying Rachel and she had a similar strange look on her face. Quinn just looked weirded out, and Rachel looked like she might be sick as she stumbled back and collapsed in her chair.
Santana moved quickly, rising and grabbing her bag and Britt’s in one hand, and Brittany herself in the other. They were out of the room and in her car before anyone else had a chance to register what was going on.
Brittany was quiet the entire way to Santana’s house. She assumed her best friend knew exactly what this was about as she had not asked.