Smoke And Mirrors
CHAPTER 1
“His death was too quick.” Santana stated.
Carefully, Santana stepped closer to the body and looked over the man's features. The only trace of physical evidence she could see was a gaping hole in his neck. The issue with the wound was that it was a three inch long slash across his neck instead of a tiny puncture hole that would identify the marks as fangs.
The victim still had his clothes on and wasn't in pieces, so it couldn't have been a demon either. All his personal valuables was in his pocket. But not many humans were willing to randomly kill humans with such a cut that long unless they were completely insane. The slash had been deep enough to cover his neck and stain the collar of his shirt red.
With a cut that bad, Santana estimated he bled out in minutes, if not seconds. She stood to her feet. Stomping from behind her circled around Santana and stopped in front of the body.
“Did she do it?” Rachel asked.
Santana examined the body one last time and shrugged. “It's possible, but this isn't her style of kill.” She answered. “She likes to make her victims suffer. Did you get anything?”
Rachel shook her head with an equally disappointed face of her own. “I've used all the spells that I could without drawing attention. But to get anything else I need potions, which I didn't carry with me. For all we know, it could be a normal murder, judging by the lack of fang marks.”
“But it isn't.” Santana confirmed. Inhaling sharply, Santana's nostrils flared and her jaw clenched shut. “I can smell a second scent from the body. It's faint, but doesn't fit the smell of a human. I'm sure.”
In the distance the sound of sirens blared through the streets.
“We have to go.” Rachel persisted. “We got what we what we could.”
Santana scoffed. “Barely. We're at another dead end.”
“That is something we'll have to deal with later. Let's go.” Rachel explained.
The two teammates walked out the alley in silence.
Quinn awoke shivering. Lifting her head, startled, she began to piece together her current surroundings. Her eyes settled on a square black framed picture of herself with her current university friends. She became more at ease the more she picked up the safety of her own room. Quinn let out a heavy sigh just as another shiver ripped through her bare torso.
Instinctively, Quinn curled up with her head back down on the naked shoulder beneath her.
“Are you cold?”
Shaking her head and kissing the cool skin closest to her mouth, Quinn began to relax.
“I'm fine.” She mumbled.
A soft and warm quilt glided up from her hips to her shoulders. Quinn let out a small laugh not wanting to admit her defeat. She peered up into brown eyes.
“I feel asleep.” She pouted. “Why didn't you wake me Santana?”
“You looked like you needed it.” She answered, landing a kiss on to Quinn's forehead. “I tired you out.”
Quinn scoffed. “You wish!” A yawn erupted their conversation. “I've been too busy to sleep.”
“You work too hard.” Santana complained. “I understand how important it is to you to graduate Harvard, but you put yourself through too much shit to get an A. Try not to burn yourself out.”
Quinn let out a yawn and nodded. “I know.” She felt another kiss against her forehead and continued to cuddle against Santana in comfortable silence. “What time is it?”
“It's almost dawn.” A hand shifted from Quinn's hip to her back. Slender and tan fingers began to stroke along the curve of Quinn's spine. “I have to go.”
“Ugh, can't you just stay a little longer?” Quinn begged.
Suddenly, Quinn was grabbed by her arms and spun on to her back. She was staring up into lusty dark chestnut-colored eyes. Quinn's hands grabbed on to cool bronzed flesh.
“Well, I could stay five minutes more.” Santana grinned.
A ray of kisses trailed along Quinn's neck. Pale hands tied into black locks and creamy white thighs clamped on to the curve of slim hips.
Desperate for more contact, Quinn leaned up, pressing her lips against plush red lips into a searing kiss. A stray hand steadily made its way down Quinn's stomach and stationed between her legs. The kiss ended with an abrupt gasp from Quinn.
Santana looked down on to Quinn's flushed face, refusing to keep their lips an inch apart. As Quinn struggled to catch her breath as she inhaled and heavily breathed out their lips touched slightly. That had made it difficult for Santana to give Quinn some space to catch her breath. Quinn rested a hand around Santana's neck. The hand that had been resting on to Quinn's mound easily pushed passed her thighs and into slick folds.
“Santana!” Quinn panted.
Their lips reconnected in a fury of desire. Quinn desperately clinging and grabbing onto what skin she could reach and Santana finding it near impossible to keep a slow and steady pace with her fingers. Almost instantly, a layer of sweat coated Quinn's body and shivered. A string of moaning and panting filled the air. The only word that could make it passed Quinn's lips was Santana's name.
“S-Santana.” Quinn cried, circling her arms around Santana's ribcage. “Santana.”
“Santana!”
Rachel watched her roommate thrash up from the passenger seat. It took Santana a good minute to realize her surroundings and notice Rachel.
“Did you have another nightmare?” Rachel questioned.
Beginning to be more at ease, Santana turned away from the driver's seat to look out the window.
“I'm fine Berry.” Santana grumbled.
A familiar burn of brown eyes bored into the side of Santana's face. She knew she couldn't keep what bothered her for long. Rachel was persistent and lacked the patience when it came to the well-being of her friends. Santana called that being nosy, coming from a long line of living in the slums as a kid. Santana learned to stay to herself and never squeal. Seeing that Santana wasn't going to willingly speak about her concerns Rachel decided to ask instead.
“Was it her dream or yours this time?” Rachel spoke, chocolate-brown eyes laced with worry.
Santana scoffed, but she didn't leave the car. It had been a good enough sigh for Rachel to at least ask. She had continued to look over Santana's features for any signs of distraught. Santana had nearly perfected the art of concealing emotions, but Rachel had found tiny flaws if she looked hard enough. There was always a tiny twitch in the upper corner of Santana's eyebrow that gave her away. Rachel shifted to face Santana completely. The change of position had been enough for Santana to reconsider speaking. A hand smoothed back jet-black hair and rested back on to Santana's lap.
“It was mine.” Santana admitted. “It was one of my memories of her before I...” A heavy sigh filled the car.
Rachel nodded, knowing her authority to ask anymore questions had been put to an end. What Santana said or choose not to say was entirely up to her. Santana's thoughtful gaze moved to the dashboard in a scowl.
“We should go inside. I'll fix you something to help calm you down.” Rachel suggested, turning to the car door.
“It was a mistake.” Santana whispered.
Rachel looked over her shoulder, her hand still on the door handle. The pair of sadden eyes behind her pinned her in place. The sorrowful gaze connected between the two of them had caused Santana to flinch and her jaw to tighten. It had been the only effective way to keep herself from burst into tears.
“What I did was a mistake and I was selfish. Now I can't -”
“We can fix this Santana!” Rachel shouted. “I promised I would help you and I mean it!”
“How?” Santana asked. “We can't find her. We're in the middle of nowhere in a crappy apartment! The only way we can get another lead is if she...” Santana sharply inhaled. “She's going to attack again. It's her way of defying me and what we shared.”
“The fact that she does that means the memories you have of each other still have meaning to her.” Rachel explained. “That means we can still figure this out.”
Santana looked away from the dashboard with the same sadden look etched on her face. “I really hope you're right.” She replied, before exiting the car.
Puck looked himself over in the rear view mirror of his car. Seeing as his appearance was presentable, Puck looked over to his brother. He had on a glare and shook his head.
“What?” Puck asked.
Jake sighed. “I don't get why we're doing this. I thought we both agreed to choose pack!”
Seeing the early signs of Jake's raging anger, Puck went through his options to find which one would keep Jake to a cooler temper.
“I did.” Puck responded. “I'm doing this for the pack. I need to make sure they're safe. We went over this already.”
Jake shook his head. “It isn't right.”
“I don't have to explain myself to you.” Puck reminded. “Now can we finally drop it and help me unload the trunk!”
Jake gave Puck one last glare and exited the car. Puck pulled the lever, connected to the trunk before he got out. He noticed the questioning look Jake gave him as he looked into the trunk, but had choose to remain silent. Puck looked over the cargo of his car and watched the two people tied in robe and gagged squirm inside the trunk and scream. Puck grabbed the nearest person and easily yanked him out of the trunk with one hand.
Jake took the female and slung her over his shoulder. Swiftly, he met up with Puck, halfway up the trail that lead to the front gate of the driveway. Jake stared up at the mansion in awe. He couldn't get over how old, huge, and luxurious this mansion was. Jake could never understand the way rich people choose to live, yet still complain about what they don't have, or how they want more. He had little to call his own and a small trailer he hated since he was a pup, but it had been home. Until he met Puck.
As much as Jake didn't want to accept Puck was his half-brother, he still gave him respect due to his title as Pack Leader. The status change had graced Puck with a home, instead of a box of a trailer and for the first time Jake had his own room. Granted, the house wasn't large for a family of three, but it was enough.
Jake knew Puck was getting paid for doing deliveries such as this and so as long as the money kept flowing Puck would continue to supply. It meant a stable life. A house that wasn't that of a shoebox and food that didn't always needed to be nuked in the microwave to eat. Jake didn't like the idea, but it had been the only stable source of income.
It was better than having to deal with drugs and guns. When their mothers died and being as their dad wasn't even half the father a decent dad is, Jake and Puck were on their own. They had their pack, of course, it was small. The town Lima, Ohio was small and so what they had was just half a dozen members, asking for a leader that could keep the remains of their pack together at the seams.
Puck had always cared about family. It was something he was passionate about since he was old enough to understand how much of a screw up his dad was. And as much as Jake hated following, he had been taught from his mother to remain true to the pack, even if that meant he had to follow Puck around.
The woman on his shoulder began to squirm around, bringing Jake back to the black fence of the driveway. From where he stood, the walk to the house would be a two minute travel until they've reached the porch.
“You alright man?” Puck asked, coming up beside Jake.
“Yeah.” Jake nodded. “I hate this place.”
Puck looked up to the top of the mansion. “I know. It gives me the creeps too. This place has to be about 100 years old. It must be an old castle, or something.”
“That better mean we're getting paid well for this dirty work.” Jake sneered.
“Trust me.” Puck grinned. “We'll be eating well for at least two months.”
Puck pressed the call button on the keypad of the speaker box beside the fence. The camera hanging six feet above their heads turned in their direction.
“Puckerman.” The speakerbox spoke. “We've been waiting for you. You better have an explanation for your tardiness.”
A buzz emitted from the fence and Jake stepped back to watch the gate steadily swing open. The Puckerman brothers zipped through the fence and made their way up the path. Puck had some difficulty moving the man bound in rope, but had eventually managed to get him to the porch with excessive shoving.
The front door opened where a small blonde haired blue-eyed teenager greeted them with a lack of a smile. Jake ignored her and briskly entered, while Puck took his time walking up the steps and looking her over. She gave him a icy glare, which did little to deter his direction, or remove the smirk from his face.
“Hello Kitty.” Puck smiled. “You're looking fine tonight.”
She rolled her eyes. “Shut up Puck and get into the cellar.”
“Did you turn 18 yet?” Puck questioned, and ducked an on coming smack to his head.
He laughed the entire way to the cellar, where Jake already stood in the center, waiting for further instructions. He watched his brother walk down the steps and glared.
“When will you leave that girl alone?” Jake complained. “We have other things to worry about than an underage human.”
“I can't help it bro. I have needs!” Puck defended.
Before Jake could get a word of detest out, a smooth husky feminine voice beat him to it.
“Still the sleazy pig from the last time I've seen you. Oh, Puck, you haven't changed a bit.”
Jake spun around and shifted a hand into the curve of his pocket where he kept his stake. Puck had been the only one that wasn't alarmed to the sudden interruption. From the shade of the cellar, Puck watched the lining of a curvy figure step into the center of the room.
She had dazing blonde locks put into waves with light olive colored eyes and ghostly pale skin. She tucked the flaps of her thigh-length cardigan together and tied it in place with a string around her waist.
“Where did you come from?” Jake demanded, sliding his hand closer into his pocket.
The pair of green eyes flickered to a lime glow in Jake's direction. “None of that is your concern.” She answered.
“It's cool Quinn. He's my brother.” Puck announced.
She scoffed, raising a brow before looking Jake over then rolled her eyes in annoyance. The gesture had been enough to cause Jake to clench his teeth to try and keep himself from lashing out. Puck gave him one pleading look to control his temper before facing Quinn again.
“Perfect.” Quinn scoffed. “Just what I needed, another Puckerman. My, have I been away for far too long.”
“You got a problem with that?!” Jake sneered.
Quinn focused back to Jake with a glare and quickly walked over to him. Puck ran over to wedge himself between the two.
“You ought to teach him to control his temper Puck.” Quinn warned, still glaring into his eyes. “I have no problem snapping his neck if he gets out of line with me.”
“He didn't mean it!” Puck declared. “He's new Quinn. He doesn't know protocol. I'm sorry, alright?” He looked between the two, wondering if he had said enough to keep Quinn at ease. “We cool?”
Quinn walked away. “Leave the bodies down here.” She ordered. “I ask that next time you arrive sooner, instead of keeping me waiting. Traveling from England for 11 hours left me famished.”
“It's the best I could do under short notice.” Puck explained. “I didn't think I would see you back here again to be honest.”
“I have business to attend to before I leave this vile place of a town for good.” Quinn informed. “I trust you know your way out and yes I will pay you the agreed upon amount. Kitty will hand an envelope to you on your way out. All in hundreds, as requested.”
Puck nodded. “Cool. See you next time. Let's roll Jake.”
Puck released the man that tried to run out of his grip, but instead fall face first on the concrete once he let go. Jake carefully placed the woman on his shoulder to the floor and followed Puck up the stairs. Quinn watched them leave the cellar and turned back to the nearest victim on the floor with her fangs bared.
“His death was too quick.” Santana stated.
Carefully, Santana stepped closer to the body and looked over the man's features. The only trace of physical evidence she could see was a gaping hole in his neck. The issue with the wound was that it was a three inch long slash across his neck instead of a tiny puncture hole that would identify the marks as fangs.
The victim still had his clothes on and wasn't in pieces, so it couldn't have been a demon either. All his personal valuables was in his pocket. But not many humans were willing to randomly kill humans with such a cut that long unless they were completely insane. The slash had been deep enough to cover his neck and stain the collar of his shirt red.
With a cut that bad, Santana estimated he bled out in minutes, if not seconds. She stood to her feet. Stomping from behind her circled around Santana and stopped in front of the body.
“Did she do it?” Rachel asked.
Santana examined the body one last time and shrugged. “It's possible, but this isn't her style of kill.” She answered. “She likes to make her victims suffer. Did you get anything?”
Rachel shook her head with an equally disappointed face of her own. “I've used all the spells that I could without drawing attention. But to get anything else I need potions, which I didn't carry with me. For all we know, it could be a normal murder, judging by the lack of fang marks.”
“But it isn't.” Santana confirmed. Inhaling sharply, Santana's nostrils flared and her jaw clenched shut. “I can smell a second scent from the body. It's faint, but doesn't fit the smell of a human. I'm sure.”
In the distance the sound of sirens blared through the streets.
“We have to go.” Rachel persisted. “We got what we what we could.”
Santana scoffed. “Barely. We're at another dead end.”
“That is something we'll have to deal with later. Let's go.” Rachel explained.
The two teammates walked out the alley in silence.
Quinn awoke shivering. Lifting her head, startled, she began to piece together her current surroundings. Her eyes settled on a square black framed picture of herself with her current university friends. She became more at ease the more she picked up the safety of her own room. Quinn let out a heavy sigh just as another shiver ripped through her bare torso.
Instinctively, Quinn curled up with her head back down on the naked shoulder beneath her.
“Are you cold?”
Shaking her head and kissing the cool skin closest to her mouth, Quinn began to relax.
“I'm fine.” She mumbled.
A soft and warm quilt glided up from her hips to her shoulders. Quinn let out a small laugh not wanting to admit her defeat. She peered up into brown eyes.
“I feel asleep.” She pouted. “Why didn't you wake me Santana?”
“You looked like you needed it.” She answered, landing a kiss on to Quinn's forehead. “I tired you out.”
Quinn scoffed. “You wish!” A yawn erupted their conversation. “I've been too busy to sleep.”
“You work too hard.” Santana complained. “I understand how important it is to you to graduate Harvard, but you put yourself through too much shit to get an A. Try not to burn yourself out.”
Quinn let out a yawn and nodded. “I know.” She felt another kiss against her forehead and continued to cuddle against Santana in comfortable silence. “What time is it?”
“It's almost dawn.” A hand shifted from Quinn's hip to her back. Slender and tan fingers began to stroke along the curve of Quinn's spine. “I have to go.”
“Ugh, can't you just stay a little longer?” Quinn begged.
Suddenly, Quinn was grabbed by her arms and spun on to her back. She was staring up into lusty dark chestnut-colored eyes. Quinn's hands grabbed on to cool bronzed flesh.
“Well, I could stay five minutes more.” Santana grinned.
A ray of kisses trailed along Quinn's neck. Pale hands tied into black locks and creamy white thighs clamped on to the curve of slim hips.
Desperate for more contact, Quinn leaned up, pressing her lips against plush red lips into a searing kiss. A stray hand steadily made its way down Quinn's stomach and stationed between her legs. The kiss ended with an abrupt gasp from Quinn.
Santana looked down on to Quinn's flushed face, refusing to keep their lips an inch apart. As Quinn struggled to catch her breath as she inhaled and heavily breathed out their lips touched slightly. That had made it difficult for Santana to give Quinn some space to catch her breath. Quinn rested a hand around Santana's neck. The hand that had been resting on to Quinn's mound easily pushed passed her thighs and into slick folds.
“Santana!” Quinn panted.
Their lips reconnected in a fury of desire. Quinn desperately clinging and grabbing onto what skin she could reach and Santana finding it near impossible to keep a slow and steady pace with her fingers. Almost instantly, a layer of sweat coated Quinn's body and shivered. A string of moaning and panting filled the air. The only word that could make it passed Quinn's lips was Santana's name.
“S-Santana.” Quinn cried, circling her arms around Santana's ribcage. “Santana.”
“Santana!”
Rachel watched her roommate thrash up from the passenger seat. It took Santana a good minute to realize her surroundings and notice Rachel.
“Did you have another nightmare?” Rachel questioned.
Beginning to be more at ease, Santana turned away from the driver's seat to look out the window.
“I'm fine Berry.” Santana grumbled.
A familiar burn of brown eyes bored into the side of Santana's face. She knew she couldn't keep what bothered her for long. Rachel was persistent and lacked the patience when it came to the well-being of her friends. Santana called that being nosy, coming from a long line of living in the slums as a kid. Santana learned to stay to herself and never squeal. Seeing that Santana wasn't going to willingly speak about her concerns Rachel decided to ask instead.
“Was it her dream or yours this time?” Rachel spoke, chocolate-brown eyes laced with worry.
Santana scoffed, but she didn't leave the car. It had been a good enough sigh for Rachel to at least ask. She had continued to look over Santana's features for any signs of distraught. Santana had nearly perfected the art of concealing emotions, but Rachel had found tiny flaws if she looked hard enough. There was always a tiny twitch in the upper corner of Santana's eyebrow that gave her away. Rachel shifted to face Santana completely. The change of position had been enough for Santana to reconsider speaking. A hand smoothed back jet-black hair and rested back on to Santana's lap.
“It was mine.” Santana admitted. “It was one of my memories of her before I...” A heavy sigh filled the car.
Rachel nodded, knowing her authority to ask anymore questions had been put to an end. What Santana said or choose not to say was entirely up to her. Santana's thoughtful gaze moved to the dashboard in a scowl.
“We should go inside. I'll fix you something to help calm you down.” Rachel suggested, turning to the car door.
“It was a mistake.” Santana whispered.
Rachel looked over her shoulder, her hand still on the door handle. The pair of sadden eyes behind her pinned her in place. The sorrowful gaze connected between the two of them had caused Santana to flinch and her jaw to tighten. It had been the only effective way to keep herself from burst into tears.
“What I did was a mistake and I was selfish. Now I can't -”
“We can fix this Santana!” Rachel shouted. “I promised I would help you and I mean it!”
“How?” Santana asked. “We can't find her. We're in the middle of nowhere in a crappy apartment! The only way we can get another lead is if she...” Santana sharply inhaled. “She's going to attack again. It's her way of defying me and what we shared.”
“The fact that she does that means the memories you have of each other still have meaning to her.” Rachel explained. “That means we can still figure this out.”
Santana looked away from the dashboard with the same sadden look etched on her face. “I really hope you're right.” She replied, before exiting the car.
Puck looked himself over in the rear view mirror of his car. Seeing as his appearance was presentable, Puck looked over to his brother. He had on a glare and shook his head.
“What?” Puck asked.
Jake sighed. “I don't get why we're doing this. I thought we both agreed to choose pack!”
Seeing the early signs of Jake's raging anger, Puck went through his options to find which one would keep Jake to a cooler temper.
“I did.” Puck responded. “I'm doing this for the pack. I need to make sure they're safe. We went over this already.”
Jake shook his head. “It isn't right.”
“I don't have to explain myself to you.” Puck reminded. “Now can we finally drop it and help me unload the trunk!”
Jake gave Puck one last glare and exited the car. Puck pulled the lever, connected to the trunk before he got out. He noticed the questioning look Jake gave him as he looked into the trunk, but had choose to remain silent. Puck looked over the cargo of his car and watched the two people tied in robe and gagged squirm inside the trunk and scream. Puck grabbed the nearest person and easily yanked him out of the trunk with one hand.
Jake took the female and slung her over his shoulder. Swiftly, he met up with Puck, halfway up the trail that lead to the front gate of the driveway. Jake stared up at the mansion in awe. He couldn't get over how old, huge, and luxurious this mansion was. Jake could never understand the way rich people choose to live, yet still complain about what they don't have, or how they want more. He had little to call his own and a small trailer he hated since he was a pup, but it had been home. Until he met Puck.
As much as Jake didn't want to accept Puck was his half-brother, he still gave him respect due to his title as Pack Leader. The status change had graced Puck with a home, instead of a box of a trailer and for the first time Jake had his own room. Granted, the house wasn't large for a family of three, but it was enough.
Jake knew Puck was getting paid for doing deliveries such as this and so as long as the money kept flowing Puck would continue to supply. It meant a stable life. A house that wasn't that of a shoebox and food that didn't always needed to be nuked in the microwave to eat. Jake didn't like the idea, but it had been the only stable source of income.
It was better than having to deal with drugs and guns. When their mothers died and being as their dad wasn't even half the father a decent dad is, Jake and Puck were on their own. They had their pack, of course, it was small. The town Lima, Ohio was small and so what they had was just half a dozen members, asking for a leader that could keep the remains of their pack together at the seams.
Puck had always cared about family. It was something he was passionate about since he was old enough to understand how much of a screw up his dad was. And as much as Jake hated following, he had been taught from his mother to remain true to the pack, even if that meant he had to follow Puck around.
The woman on his shoulder began to squirm around, bringing Jake back to the black fence of the driveway. From where he stood, the walk to the house would be a two minute travel until they've reached the porch.
“You alright man?” Puck asked, coming up beside Jake.
“Yeah.” Jake nodded. “I hate this place.”
Puck looked up to the top of the mansion. “I know. It gives me the creeps too. This place has to be about 100 years old. It must be an old castle, or something.”
“That better mean we're getting paid well for this dirty work.” Jake sneered.
“Trust me.” Puck grinned. “We'll be eating well for at least two months.”
Puck pressed the call button on the keypad of the speaker box beside the fence. The camera hanging six feet above their heads turned in their direction.
“Puckerman.” The speakerbox spoke. “We've been waiting for you. You better have an explanation for your tardiness.”
A buzz emitted from the fence and Jake stepped back to watch the gate steadily swing open. The Puckerman brothers zipped through the fence and made their way up the path. Puck had some difficulty moving the man bound in rope, but had eventually managed to get him to the porch with excessive shoving.
The front door opened where a small blonde haired blue-eyed teenager greeted them with a lack of a smile. Jake ignored her and briskly entered, while Puck took his time walking up the steps and looking her over. She gave him a icy glare, which did little to deter his direction, or remove the smirk from his face.
“Hello Kitty.” Puck smiled. “You're looking fine tonight.”
She rolled her eyes. “Shut up Puck and get into the cellar.”
“Did you turn 18 yet?” Puck questioned, and ducked an on coming smack to his head.
He laughed the entire way to the cellar, where Jake already stood in the center, waiting for further instructions. He watched his brother walk down the steps and glared.
“When will you leave that girl alone?” Jake complained. “We have other things to worry about than an underage human.”
“I can't help it bro. I have needs!” Puck defended.
Before Jake could get a word of detest out, a smooth husky feminine voice beat him to it.
“Still the sleazy pig from the last time I've seen you. Oh, Puck, you haven't changed a bit.”
Jake spun around and shifted a hand into the curve of his pocket where he kept his stake. Puck had been the only one that wasn't alarmed to the sudden interruption. From the shade of the cellar, Puck watched the lining of a curvy figure step into the center of the room.
She had dazing blonde locks put into waves with light olive colored eyes and ghostly pale skin. She tucked the flaps of her thigh-length cardigan together and tied it in place with a string around her waist.
“Where did you come from?” Jake demanded, sliding his hand closer into his pocket.
The pair of green eyes flickered to a lime glow in Jake's direction. “None of that is your concern.” She answered.
“It's cool Quinn. He's my brother.” Puck announced.
She scoffed, raising a brow before looking Jake over then rolled her eyes in annoyance. The gesture had been enough to cause Jake to clench his teeth to try and keep himself from lashing out. Puck gave him one pleading look to control his temper before facing Quinn again.
“Perfect.” Quinn scoffed. “Just what I needed, another Puckerman. My, have I been away for far too long.”
“You got a problem with that?!” Jake sneered.
Quinn focused back to Jake with a glare and quickly walked over to him. Puck ran over to wedge himself between the two.
“You ought to teach him to control his temper Puck.” Quinn warned, still glaring into his eyes. “I have no problem snapping his neck if he gets out of line with me.”
“He didn't mean it!” Puck declared. “He's new Quinn. He doesn't know protocol. I'm sorry, alright?” He looked between the two, wondering if he had said enough to keep Quinn at ease. “We cool?”
Quinn walked away. “Leave the bodies down here.” She ordered. “I ask that next time you arrive sooner, instead of keeping me waiting. Traveling from England for 11 hours left me famished.”
“It's the best I could do under short notice.” Puck explained. “I didn't think I would see you back here again to be honest.”
“I have business to attend to before I leave this vile place of a town for good.” Quinn informed. “I trust you know your way out and yes I will pay you the agreed upon amount. Kitty will hand an envelope to you on your way out. All in hundreds, as requested.”
Puck nodded. “Cool. See you next time. Let's roll Jake.”
Puck released the man that tried to run out of his grip, but instead fall face first on the concrete once he let go. Jake carefully placed the woman on his shoulder to the floor and followed Puck up the stairs. Quinn watched them leave the cellar and turned back to the nearest victim on the floor with her fangs bared.