AU where Quinn is a vampire.

Rated M for language, implied and actual acts later on and safety.

This chapter has been Beta'd by SilverfoxCFL

Prologue

It was a dark night; the stars weren't shining as bright and fiery as they usually did. Normally it was considered to be an ominous sign, but for her, it was the complete opposite. She loved the darkest nights; nights in which the light of the stars were weak and the moon was half absent. It made people more cautious; most relied on their instinct for self preservation to prevent themselves from venturing outside.

Most people that went out on days like this usually had a specific purpose in mind: to hunt, and to find their prey when it was weakened by the uneasy feelings that it experienced due to the sinister night. Days-nights, Quinn corrected herself, like this made the hunters go out to "play". But they wouldn't be the only ones. For she herself had planned to hunt.

Find and kill, she thought in her head. It was what her cousin Jason had always said. She had bonded with him greatly during her childhood, but unfortunately his parents had decided to continue their business in Europe. Jason had taught her to prey on the hunters whose intentions were to harm others; the ones that were less likely to be missed. He had taken her to hunt with his group a few times but some of the gang had wanted to get rid of her. Apparently it wasn't appreciated that she wasn't willing to go for the kill.

Drinking from another being that had done so much worse was acceptable for her, but she wasn't able to really end someones life. No matter how many awful thoughts she had sensed from the person, how many of their questionable acts she had to experience, it would made her feel as it she weren't any better. Those vile people were the real vermin her family had always mentioned. If they weren't so busy killing and harming one another, they wouldn't have become such easy prey for her kind.

She had to admit that Jason had had a point in some of his choices, but she couldn't shake the feeling that he had left her behind. He had been the only one from their family who had developed close ties to Quinn, and yet, he had gathered his belongings and left her alone in the world when his parents told him to. Quinn knew he had had no choice in the matter, but she had wished that he had at least given her some means of contact. Quinn felt lonely, even though she was always surrounded by people.

At school she was the most popular girl, the head-cheerleader dating the quarterback. It was a cliché, but it worked, Quinn enjoyed the power of being on top, but still she hated that she always had to hide a part of herself.

Suddenly, she picked up the sound of a soft thud. Ah, footsteps, she thought to herself. It couldn't have been any easier. But as suddenly as it had come, she felt disappointment waving within her. It shouldn't have been this easy. This wasn't a hunt. This was just waiting until someone or something came into view. A weird game of hide and seek, so to speak.

Quinn felt herself in dangerous form, school had been troublesome. Finn and Rachel had hung out again and she knew the tiny girl wanted him for herself. Quinn had no real interest in Finn whatsoever, but she needed him to stay at top and he knew of her secret so it was imperative that she kept him close.

The thing with Quinn was that she loved to act on instinct. She was fully aware that her dad would easily kill her if he ever discovered what she was about to do. He had never approved her ways of hunting; he felt as if she could have spent the better use of her time using boys during her sessions in school.

But she needed an outlet after the day's pretending in school; hunting was the only part of the day where she was truly free. Secondly, Quinn had no interest in building a negative reputation that had been sure to come along if she had taken the alternative route. Sure she fed on Finn from time to time, it's why they started dating in the first place, but she didn't want to do that too often.

Sharing blood with someone frequently forged a connection; one Quinn had no intention of sharing with Finn. And she could easily feed of other boys in the school, she could make them forget in no-time, but she didn't want to taint her reputation as HBIC.

With the last thought erased from her mind, she rapidly sprung from the tree she was occupying. The boy below must have picked up the sound, but still, he continued to trot straight ahead as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

"Rude," she scoffed and then she shifted her focus to scan her surroundings. On opposite sides of the road were houses; some blaring with lights, but she could hear from the thoughts of the occupants that no one was near a window. Silently, she used her speed and ran forward until she shifted to a stop behind the boy.

"Hi", she heard herself say. She wanted to stop herself from performing the deed, but she had a desire to try a move that was still familiar to her.

The guy suddenly jumped. Oh great. She had scared him, but then he whirled around to face her. He appeared slightly older than her. He was tall, taller than she was with her 5"6 frame. He had thick dark hair and soft blue eyes. Those eyes, she thought, held such an unusual color. But when he saw her, surprise flashed trough those penetrating eyes, followed by confusion, and then, joy. He attempted to cover it by masking his eyes with the confusion that was there only moments ago.

She had been right. She hadn't been the only predator that was lurking through the night. The boy before her had devious plans; plans that she wasn't allowing to happen, regardless of his intent. She felt a thirst overcoming her, and well, this guy would most likely not be missed by anyone, right now.

Though lost in her thoughts, the guy took the time to study her. She felt his gaze linger over her long blonde hair, the green eyes that were hers her full pink lips. His eyes remained there for a mere second before he continued watching her, his gaze lowering over her pastel colored sundress and soft pink cardigan.

The look made her seem very innocent but also showed of some of her finer assets. It wasn't something that she ever felt conscious of; she was used to people checking her out in the short Cheerio's uniform. This was nothing in comparison.

When he was done with his observation, he took the time to extend his hand. "Hi, I'm Dean," he offered. She flashed a smile. She could sense and feel the emotions he felt. He couldn't believe his luck; how someone like her just waltzed right into his arms; about what a trophy she could be. She could feel his surprise when he noticed how young she was, but she could feel that that wouldn't stop him from his nightly plan.

She attempted to enter his mind to see exactly what his plans were; to confirm her suspicion. She entered his mind and searched desperately looking for that said plan, but she saw nothing but blankness. All while he was still studying her. Flashes ran through her mind that hinted at his bad side, but she discovered only minimum evidence; nothing too alarming.

She noticed that he was still gawking at her; she couldn't risk losing this game, so she decided to play along. It was more difficult than she realized; usually she would have taken her time to observed a boy, carefully pounce on him and drink enough of his blood to last a couple days, then she would make sure not to leave any concrete evidence, even when there would be no suspicion whatsoever. But this time was completely different as to how she wanted him to believe that he had her, and when he reached the belief of having won, he would endure the emotions that his previous victims had expressed.

Because she endured the same emotions that he was feeling. She could feel his helpless victims begging and screaming for him to stop. She couldn't exact revenge for them, or get even, but the least she could do was smother her hunger on the piece of trash before she could endanger anyone else. And besides, she was definitely in the right mood for games, and to be honest, it had been ages since she had an occasion to really flirt.

She flashed a small, seductive grin towards him. "Hi, my name is Quinn," she introduced, reaching for his hand.

"Hi," Dean repeated. "So, what is a girl like you doing outside at this time of night?"

Mentally, she released a laugh. "Well," she started before losing herself in thought. What kind of story should she reveal? She knew that she had to think it through before the first word could be let out. "I had some troubles with my boyfriend, I guess I just needed some air before going home." The story was close enough to the truth and believable enough to pass.

Dean ate the revelations before him as if it were a piece of cake. She had just revealed that she was vulnerable and those parents would be too busy interrogating that boyfriend of hers before really looking for her. He couldn't believe his luck at the information she had spilled. It would take some time before they find her, so he had to make sure that he had his idea of fun before he disposed of her. Girls like her just ask for it, he thought smugly. They made it much too easy for him.

"Should I walk you home? It can't be safe for a young girl like you to walk alone at this hour." He had casually said this line so many times, he no longer had to think it through.

The girl smiled, revealing a row of teeth. "Thank you so much. But you don't even know me." He heard her say.

He flashed a smile; he heard a faint hint of insecurity lilting her voice. He gazed at her once more. She was exceptionally beautiful, more so with the hair and the delicious curves of her figure, but it was those eyes of hers that took his breath away; the green and brown where such an unusual combination.

Suddenly he remembered that she had asked him something. "Well, I know your name. I know that you have a boyfriend and you two had a fight, and I know that it's not safe for a girl to walk alone by herself at night," he grinned.

The line he used was acceptable, though he had used it before, right as the image of bodies burned into his mind. He just had to get her to a place where there wouldn't be any witnesses. At this, he took a quick glance that was directed towards the row of houses.

Silently, Quinn laughed to herself. Girls actually fell for the crap that this Dean was spewing? Ah hell. Abruptly, she recalled of having to behave as if she were a human girl.

"Well, thank you. I appreciate it," she offered. "Shall we go then?" Her muscles suddenly tensed. Her stomach was growling and the game was costing more time that she had first foreseen.

"Just follow me," she heard Dean order, and then he spun around.

She tried to keep tabs on his mind, to find out where they were going. When she entered his head, she was relieved to discover a few tidbits, but was appalled that most of his thoughts were once again, closed off to her.

For the next fifteen minutes, Quinn and Dean had walked, and only five minutes had passed since they entered the entrance to the forest. She had to admit that if it weren't for her vampire senses, she would have been in deep trouble. The shadowed trees didn't allow the few stars shining to shine through, and it seemed as if all the night animals were too occupied in hiding from sight.

Dean kept to himself for most of their walking trip, but she thought she heard him murmur, "This should be good."

Despite her sharp vampire senses, she couldn't pinpoint whether or not the words were actually spoken or if her imagination was playing tricks on her.

Without warning, she felt a hand circling around her wrist and before she could react, she was roughly pinned against a tree. Dean began to place trickling kisses down her smooth neck.

"What are you doing?" she managed to spit. He laughed heartily, though it caused her stomach to tighten in knots.

"Well, I did warn you that it wasn't safe for a girl to be outside at night, didn't I? And if you scream here, no one will hear you."

She tried to put up a struggle, not using her vampire powers yet, but testing his strength. When she tried to push him away he hit her in the face and continued to let his hands roam her body. For the first time in ages, she experienced an emotion that barely came with the hunt. She felt the sting of sympathy. She felt sorry for his past victims, for those he had killed and tossed aside.

Anger filled her as he continued to violate her with his lips and hands. She quickly decided that the game would be cut sooner than she had planned. The boy deserved every ounce of harm coming to him. Letting him live would be a favor that she couldn't condone. Something needed to be done.

She was the huntress and he was the prey. She laughed out loud. Dean, looked up surprised "good to know that you won't be a problem hun" he said and lifted her skirt above her waist.

She could see his hand move to his pocket and he tried to get something but before his hand reached his pocket she moved. Then Quinn did something he wasn't expecting, without even the slightest effort she slid out of his grip. She grabbed him from behind and pushed him against the tree, just like he had pinned her there a few minutes ago.

"There won't be a problem, hun" she said with venom in each word. He heard it and started to shiver, "Shit, I was..." he managed to say.

He had clearly underestimated her, and then Quinn pulled his hair so his neck was exposed, she felt her fangs extract and sank them in his throat, she heard him scream, but like he had said himself, no one would hear him here and soon enough his scream died out.

When she was done with the boy she got up. She looked on her watch, just forty-five more minutes before she had to be home, and she was almost done for the night. She only had to dispose of the boy.

She wandered around for a while; she didn't really wanted to be home tonight but after fifteen minutes of wandering and trying to look presentable she had no other choice.

When Quinn reached her house she sighed and went in. Something was off she thought smiling. No one was home. She laughed, being home alone, it happened so rarely. But she was tired, and her parents would be home soon and that wasn't something she wanted to await. She knew her family didn't approve of her decisions, and she was aware that they were weird. She chose to hunt because she didn't want to risk the health of innocent people. Those who had wronged others deserved it. It was a twisted sort of poetry.

So if you continued reading till here, thank you so much. This was merrily the prologue you will find out more about Quinn and everyone in later chapters. I will try to update fast.