Teaser...
Ok, so this story has been swimming around in my head since before finals (which is where I've been by the way), but I'm not sure anyone would be down for a Vamp!Santana Fic since I don't think one exists on Pezberry yet.
I've got twelve pages written so far, and a plot in my head that won't leave me alone but I want to know what you guys think. I was inspired by several things, including another Glee fic floating around somewhere, to do this. I've got several things unfinished right now, but like I said this won't go away.
Teaser: Untitled Supernatural Glee Fic
Rating: PG13 for the teaser. NC-17 over all. Yes, it already went there. =/
Summary: You'll get the idea, but there's a bigger plot hiding in here too that I don't want to spoil.
Let me know what you guys think. This isn't my normal style so I'm a bit nervous about it. Thanks =)
“San, don’t scare the normies. It’s not cool.”
Santana simply snickered, sending a friendly smirk to her best friend, and went back to drawing in her notebook.
This class was ridiculous. Why she was in a Spanish class in the first place was a wonder, seeing as how she’d practically known how to speak the language since birth. She was contemplating a nap when suddenly she caught a whiff of something that had her fangs descending of their own free will.
She looked up quickly, a growl on her lips and ready to jump on the source, when she met the eyes of none other than Rachel Berry, good witch and social pariah, handing a note to Mr. Schuester.
In an extremely short skirt and low cut top.
That wasn’t the weird part, Santana had often found herself staring at the girl’s (surprisingly) nice rack and legs that could kill. What was weird was the aura of power suddenly around the girl, and the scent of… something… that made Santana want to exit her seat and steal the girl away right that second.
“Mine.”
She didn’t realize that the growl had escaped her lips, albeit thankfully in a low tone that only a few around her with advanced hearing could hear.
Puck gave her a quizzical look and mouthed ‘down girl’. The half wolf, half incubus obviously had not sensed what Santana had. Brittany, for some reason gave her a huge smile. Quinn and Sam, the other wolves in the room, turned and raised eyebrows. Thank god the only supernatural’s in the class were her friends. Even more so, Santana was thankful that only Brittany knew her little secret. The others thought her fangs only descended when she was pissed, or needed to feed.
She wasn’t sure it was a good thing, that she was content enough with her sexuality by this point in her life that she could admit to herself she definitely wanted to feed on something.
And that something was not limited to Rachel Berry’s blood.
I've got twelve pages written so far, and a plot in my head that won't leave me alone but I want to know what you guys think. I was inspired by several things, including another Glee fic floating around somewhere, to do this. I've got several things unfinished right now, but like I said this won't go away.
Teaser: Untitled Supernatural Glee Fic
Rating: PG13 for the teaser. NC-17 over all. Yes, it already went there. =/
Summary: You'll get the idea, but there's a bigger plot hiding in here too that I don't want to spoil.
Let me know what you guys think. This isn't my normal style so I'm a bit nervous about it. Thanks =)
“San, don’t scare the normies. It’s not cool.”
Santana simply snickered, sending a friendly smirk to her best friend, and went back to drawing in her notebook.
This class was ridiculous. Why she was in a Spanish class in the first place was a wonder, seeing as how she’d practically known how to speak the language since birth. She was contemplating a nap when suddenly she caught a whiff of something that had her fangs descending of their own free will.
She looked up quickly, a growl on her lips and ready to jump on the source, when she met the eyes of none other than Rachel Berry, good witch and social pariah, handing a note to Mr. Schuester.
In an extremely short skirt and low cut top.
That wasn’t the weird part, Santana had often found herself staring at the girl’s (surprisingly) nice rack and legs that could kill. What was weird was the aura of power suddenly around the girl, and the scent of… something… that made Santana want to exit her seat and steal the girl away right that second.
“Mine.”
She didn’t realize that the growl had escaped her lips, albeit thankfully in a low tone that only a few around her with advanced hearing could hear.
Puck gave her a quizzical look and mouthed ‘down girl’. The half wolf, half incubus obviously had not sensed what Santana had. Brittany, for some reason gave her a huge smile. Quinn and Sam, the other wolves in the room, turned and raised eyebrows. Thank god the only supernatural’s in the class were her friends. Even more so, Santana was thankful that only Brittany knew her little secret. The others thought her fangs only descended when she was pissed, or needed to feed.
She wasn’t sure it was a good thing, that she was content enough with her sexuality by this point in her life that she could admit to herself she definitely wanted to feed on something.
And that something was not limited to Rachel Berry’s blood.