DISCLAIMER: I neither own Glee nor the characters. They are the property of Ryan Murphy and FOX. This is purely for fun. Enjoy! :)
A/N: Welcome to my new story, which I am starting before my last story is even finished due to time constraints. This is a Halloween inspired A/U Finchel fic, so buckle your seat-belts because it's going to be a crazy ride!
Lima, Ohio 1910
All she'd ever wanted to do was sing.
That was simple enough, right? Living in a small town wasn't easy, but when you had dreams like Rachel Berry did, it was easy enough to get by when your head was constantly in the clouds. All she had to do was bide her time and wait another year until she was old enough to run away. New York City was her ultimate goal, and she would get there no matter what it took. She'd promised herself at a very young age that she wouldn't get stuck in this backwoods town, and she'd meant it with all her heart. It was her dream. She was going to be a singer on the stage! She had already created her own act in her head: part Vaudeville, part burlesque; the men in the city were going to love it.
All she had to do was wait another year. Her father had died a few years ago from fever, and left her the Berry family mansion until she was old enough to figure out what she wanted to do with it. It was her home until she was 18, and her plan was to sell it to the highest bidder, take the money and escape to New York. It was the perfect plan. The wheels were already set in motion, as she had started advertising the property in the town paper. Any day now someone would be coming along to buy the property from her and she would be free.
She walked into town for her daily chores, removing her bonnet and humming a small tune while she walked the dirt path into the center of town. The townspeople all greeted the lovely Miss Berry warmly while she laughed inwardly at the people who inhabited this town. They were all from the same families who had founded this little hole in the road, and she knew that the same people would probably be living here for generations to come. Lima wasn't an easy town to escape from, but she would do it. She was better than this poor prairie village. She had ambitions and goals.
A lighter tune fell from her lips as she passed by Hummels' horses, and she paused to admire a gray mare that munched lazily on some oats. She loved horses. They were such graceful beasts. She lifted up some oats from the barrel and the beautiful creature munched happily from her hand, licking it and making her laugh. A husky chuckle drew her attention away from the horse and to a tall, strapping man she knew well.
"Good Morning, Miss Berry." He took off his hat and bowed deeply to her, lifting his head and flashing her a stunning smile. She curtsied and returned the smile in earnest.
"Good Morning. Mr. Hudson." Finnegan T. Hudson wasn't from the richest family in town, but he was well known for his athleticism and helpful personality. His family had been one of the first to inhabit the town, and he was considered to be the most eligible bachelor in Lima. They had gone to primary school together, and knew each other well. She had to stifle a blush as she took in his appearance. He was covered in sweat from working outside, and his sleeves were pushed up so she could see his biceps in the shining sun. She should have brought her fan into town with her, she suddenly felt very hot.
"What brings you into town on this fine afternoon?"
"I was just heading into the tailor to see if my dress was finished for the town fair. I've been invited to sing as the entertainment." She turned on her feminine charm and batted her eyelashes softly. "But I find myself without an escort to the event; ever since Father passed it's been difficult to attend the social functions around town." He stood up to his fullest height as enthusiasm shined in his eyes.
"I would be my pleasure to escort you to the fair, Miss Rachel. A woman as beautiful as you shouldn't be alone at night. Especially since all those people started disappearing." A solemn look passed across her features as she remembered the reports of missing people throughout the area. So far ten people, mostly women, had been reported missing. Just the other night they had found one of the girls in the woods, brutally murdered. It was the most gruesome crime ever reported in Lima history, and people were starting to get nervous.
"Well, I know I will be safe with you, Finn. I am looking forward to Friday night." He beamed at her and she complimented herself on her power over men. She had a lot to do before Friday, so she begrudgingly started to walk away. "Have a nice day!"
"You too, Miss Rachel." She started to sing a song out loud to herself while the other townsfolk looked on amused.
Friday was going to be a night she would never forget.
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She looked at herself in the mirror for the umpteenth time that evening, making sure that every ribbon and every bow was perfectly in place. The sun was beginning to set and she started to grow impatient. Finn was already late, so she decided to walk into town and meet him there. It wasn't far, and she had to get ready to perform that night.
She left the mansion and headed to town on foot while the last tendrils of light darkened in the sky. She cursed her own stupidity for not waiting for Finn at home as the darkness deepened around her. The noises of the night were beginning to frighten her, and she decided to sing a song to herself so she could calm down.
All of a sudden, she saw a figure standing in the middle of the road, completely still. For a second she thought it might be Finn, but she realized that this person was not as tall as Finn, and his hair was way too light. As she approached him, she tried to walk around the man who was clearly standing in her way, but he stepped to the side and stood directly in her path.
"I'm sorry, if you'll excuse me sir, I have to get into town." He didn't move an inch. She was more than a bit frightened now; the memories of those missing girls returned and she realized that she should have never left the house.
"You have an amazing voice." The sultry timbre of the strangers' voice wrapped around her and left her with a strange sense of calm. He looked into her eyes and she felt dazed, and oddly detached from the moment.
"Thank you, sir."
"My name is Jesse, what's yours?" She ignored his forwardness and answered without question.
"Rachel." He smiled at her which made her smile in return. This man didn't seem so intimidating now.
"Rachel, you have the voice of an angel." He started to walk around her in circles and she stood as still as a statue. "I've never heard anything like it."
"Thank you, sir. I'm going to be a star one day." She said in a daze while the man's smile only widened.
"A star, huh? You wish to be immortal? Preserved forever by your voice and your talent?" The only movement she could make was a swift nod as he captured her eyes once again. Grabbing her by the shoulders, she felt light-headed and dizzy. "I can make you a star if you wish. You and your voice will live on forever. Is that what you want?"
"Yes, that's all I've ever wanted." He walked around her once more and when she looked up at his face again, the boyish features had hardened into something sinister. His eyes were black as the night, and when he opened his mouth, she was shocked to see two glistening fangs where his canines would be.
He lunged at her, grabbing her by the throat.
She screamed, but no one came to her rescue.
After that, everything went black.
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Lima, Ohio 2010
"Yo, Finn! Go deep!" He pumped his legs as hard as he could as he tried to catch the ball by the forty yard line. Unfortunately, catching the ball wasn't his strong point as it bounced off his hand and slipped out of his fingers, landing on the turf with a soft thud. It was a good thing this was only a practice as Coach Beiste started to scream at him from the sidelines.
"Jesus, Lurch, you could try and use those long arms for some good instead of flailing around like a rooster without wings!" He looked up at the coach and nodded as he ran back to the huddle to do the play again. He glared openly at the new Quarterback, Sam, and snarled quietly to himself. If only he had his old position back he would be in much better shape than he was now. But when the new kid had come along and out-performed him at tryouts, he had been demoted to running back.
He hated it. He wanted the new guy to go back where he came from and leave his team alone.
Unfortunately for Finn, the other guys thought Sam was cool, and they found themselves at the local coffee house in town later that evening to hang out. Friday's were open mic night, and there were pool and foosball tables spread around the space, so Finn was surprised to see it relatively empty.
Then again, he was even more surprised to hear that the guys wanted to go out at all. Lima wasn't like other towns in the area, it had it's secrets. People went missing after dark all the time and were never heard from again. Sometimes they found a body in the woods, other times the person disappeared without a trace. In the summer it hadn't been a problem because the sun set so late. Now that it was the fall, people were more wary to leave their house at night.
He didn't fully understand it, but he knew what people said about this town behind closed doors. He'd lived here all his life, so the stories had been repeated by his grandparents over and over again until they'd been memorized verbatim. While his mother told him not to believe a word, he couldn't deny that people had their own opinions about Lima.
They thought it was evil; that evil things lived here. According to the stories, monsters and demons roamed the streets at night and killed the innocent people of the town. Stories had been passed down for generations in order to keep people safe, but in this computer-savvy age they were all but ignored by his age-group. People made up their own excuses for not wanting to go out at night, but the implication was there.
It was not safe to be out on the streets at night in Lima, Ohio.
So he wondered what he was even doing at the cafe after hours while the guys played round after round of foosball. He nursed his cup of coffee and droned out the songs that were being performed on stage. After a girl in dark makeup started reciting slam poetry about crows, he wanted to run for the hills.
"Hey guys, I'm gonna get going. I'll see you at practice tomorrow." He said goodbye to his friends, minus Sam, and started to walk towards the exits when a flash of fabric caught his attention. He stopped dead in his tracks in front of the makeshift stage when he took in the appearance of the girl in front of him.
She had dark brunette hair that framed her pale, pale skin and rested in waves along her shoulders and back. It was strange how pale her skin truly was; in the lights on the stage it seemed almost translucent and her deep brown eyes created a stunning contrast. She looked like she had stepped out of a turn of the century novel with the way her hair had fanned out on her lacy, bodiced dress, and he knew for a fact that Halloween wasn't for another few weeks. He was sure he had never seen her around town before, but she looked no older than 18 as she licked her lips and started to sing into the microphone.
The sound that fell from her lips was positively haunting. He stood in front of her, transfixed, while she continued to sing a song he had never heard before. It was jazzy, sultry, and sad. Finn couldn't move even if he'd wanted to. Looking at her sing was like watching an old movie, the kind his grandmother used to watch when he was a kid. When she finished her song, she smiled softly at the applause she received and stepped off the stage, heading out of the cafe without a word to anybody. Before he knew what was happening, he followed her into the night like a man possessed. He had to know more about this girl! Did she live in town? What was her name?
"Hey! Um," What was he gonna say? Girl? Chick? He looked at her dress and felt very old-fashioned. "Miss?" Calling out to her on the empty street she startled, turning around slowly. She looked almost surprised that he was talking to her.
"Yes?" He walked up to her and could barely make out her features in the night. Now that she was standing in front of him he had no idea what to say.
"Um, I, really liked that song you sang. I've never heard anyone who can sing like you can. It was amazing."
She smiled a bit sadly and turned around to leave. "Oh, thank you. It's nice to meet a fan."
"Hey, wait!" She turned around with a bit of annoyance in her features.
"What's your name?" She crossed her arms and turned away from him, muttering things under her breath. He caught the words "this era" and "no manners" but that was pretty much it. He jogged in front of her to stop her from leaving again and she dropped her hands in frustration.
"If you don't mind sir, I have absolutely no inclination to converse with you this evening. Will you let me pass before I become terse?"
He shook his head wildly. "I have no idea what you just said, and I'm sorry if I offended you," He stuck out his hand, hoping she would take it. "My name is Finn Hudson, are you new in town? I've lived here all my life and I've never seen you around before. I thought I knew everyone in this town."
She eyed his hand warily, like it might slap her or something, and she took a few minutes to stare directly at his face which he found a little bit weird. After a few awkward minutes, she eventually stuck out a small hand and shook his. Her skin was quite cool to the touch, but then again, they were standing outside on a chilly October night. "My name is Rachel Berry. Is your name really Finn Hudson?"
"Um, yeah. Apparently Finn is an old family name or something."
"You don't say?" She looked amused, like she was privy on a joke that he wasn't.
"Yeah, but, do you go to McKinley? Why haven't I seen you around before?"
"No. I guess you could say I was home-schooled. I don't get out that often. In fact, I really should get going. It was nice to meet you, Finn." She started to walk away but turned around at the last second. "You should really get home. It's not safe to be outside." He scoffed at her, taking in her tiny and fragile appearance.
"Well, what about you?" She smiled at him softly.
"I'll manage fine by myself. Good night." His eyes never left her frame as she headed south on Main street and out of his view. He turned on his heel to walk home down the dark and deserted streets. He didn't get very far before he noticed a bunch of guys hanging out by the side of the road. They crossed the street and Finn could tell they were looking to start trouble. It's a good thing Finn was a big guy, he was pretty sure he could take these scrawny-looking kids. They seemed pretty young, like in middle-school or something.
"Oh, big guy looks tough. You think he'll be enough for the three of us?" One of the little punks snickered while the others high-fived.
"We might even have some left-overs."
Finn laughed and tried to push through the brats but they put up a united front. "Shouldn't you kids be in bed? It's way past your bedtime."
"Sorry dude, we only sleep when the sun comes up." All of a sudden they attacked him, jumping on his back and reaching for his neck while they pulled at him with more strength than he thought was possible. He pushed one of them off of him and when he looked at the guy's face, he let out a short scream. Eyes that were wide and black, sharp fangs that hung over his lips. . .
These dudes were vampires!
He started to run then, throwing the other guys off of him while he bolted straight for his house. This couldn't be possible! Lima, Ohio was swarming with vampires and he'd seen it with his own eyes! Never had he run so fast before in all his life but it still wasn't enough to outrun their demonic speed. All three vampire adolescents tackled him from behind, and as he felt their fangs sink into his skin he knew that this was it. He was going to get gobbled up by vampires and die, right here, in the alley by the library.
After that, everything went black.
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All she'd ever wanted to do was sing.
Was that so much to ask?
It wasn't easy being a reclusive vampire in the 21st century. Everything was so weird and foreign and shiny; it scared her. She didn't care if she had been alive for over a century and was a blood-sucking demon, those big trucks and loud televisions frightened her. She just didn't understand technology.
And she never would. The Berry mansion was now dilapidated beyond her means of repair and she never left the house and the security it provided her. No one ever dared approach the haunted Berry mansion, and while it was haunted by a vampire and not a ghost, it didn't really matter. People stayed away and that's exactly how she liked it.
She shouldn't be around people anyway, being a monster and everything.
It was the rare occasion when she left the house at all. Once a week she broke into the blood bank and stole what she needed to survive so she wouldn't be tempted to hurt anybody. It was only when she was feeling truly melancholy when she went out to sing. It was the only release she had left in her immortal existence, and she needed to find ways to express herself. She didn't care if she had an audience or not, she just wanted to sing.
Tonight she seemed to have an audience in one Finn Hudson, descendant of her once almost-beau Finnegan. She could see the family resemblance; tall, athletic, not too bright. His face had a more boyish look to it though; the people of her age had to grow up much quicker back then and this young Finn Hudson looked like he was barely seventeen. She laughed to herself bitterly. She could have been his great-grandmother.
However, it didn't negate the fact that he had enjoyed her singing, and it reminded her of the happy days of her youth. If only the Finn from the golden days had heard her sing like that. What she would have given to walk under the stars with Finnegan Hudson! To attend social functions with him and go on chaperoned dates. She might have even asked him to follow her to New York, where he could have taken care of her while she sang in shows. However, it was frivolous to think of such things over a hundred years after the fact. She was never going to have plans or dreams ever again. It felt like she was trapped in a perpetual midnight, frozen in time. She still wore the same styles of clothes from her age, going so far as to buying her own fabric and making the dresses herself. She didn't like the new styles in fashion; too much skin was exposed and she would never dress so scandalously. She was just too old-fashioned and she had no reason to change.
While she was lost in her own head, a man's shout filled the night and Rachel snapped out of her thoughts long enough to recognize the voice. It was Finn! His voice held the same rich timbre as his great-grandfather. A second later, a smell filled the air that set every nerve in her body on high alert.
She ran back towards the cafe like a blur in the night, running as fast as her vampire powers could carry her. She followed the smell of blood in the air and it led her to the alley behind the library. Gasping out loud at what she saw, she ran forward and pulled the juvenile vampires off of the body on the ground, throwing them into the wall to disorient them.
She scoffed at the vampires who had dared attack Finn. These boys were practically baby-vampires, and their strength could not compare to her own, being over a hundred years old. She could take all three of them on at once and win, without a problem. She snarled at them for effort, extending her fangs and hissing at them so they would leave. When she was sure that they were gone, she bent over the body and was shocked at the blood loss she was seeing. Poor Finn. She pinched her nose so she wouldn't be distracted by the enticing smell while she took a second to think. She had to turn away from the sight of blood before the temptation grew too strong. This was no time to think about her appetite, someone's life was on the line!
Ripping off some fabric on the bottom of her dress, she wrapped it around his neck to stop the flow of blood while she figured out what to do. He looked up at her with eyes that were glazed over in fear while he gasped for air. She held his face in her hand and she knew that she couldn't just let him die. So she did the only thing she could think of, and brought her free wrist to her mouth. Sinking her fangs into her own skin, she created a huge gash, watching as her own blood dripped down her arm. Vampire blood would help him, but if he died with it in his system he would become a vampire like her. It was her duty to make sure that didn't happen. No one should be cursed with her fate. She lowered her wrist to his mouth and he started to struggle.
"Finn, please, drink this. You're not going to die. I promise." While he drank her blood, she reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his cell phone. She looked at the strange apparatus and hoped she could figure out how to use it. She had seen people call 911 in the movies, so she hoped it was still the same number. She pressed the numbers on the phone and hit the green button. Green meant go, right?
"911 Emergency." Success!
"I need assistance behind the library! My friend was attacked and he's lost a lot of blood!"
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Heavy. Ugh, his eyelids felt so damn heavy. Every part of his body weighed a ton and it even felt like his chest was heavy as he tried to breathe. Finally, he summoned up the monumental strength to open up his eyes and after blinking back the sunlight that shone into the room, he realized that he was in a hospital.
What was he doing in a hospital?
"Finn!" He looked up into the frightened eyes of his mother as he struggled to remember what had happened. He remembered meeting that girl, Rachel, and walking home. . .
Those kids. . .
Those vampire kids. . .
He lifted up a hand to his neck and was shocked to find it wrapped with thick gauze. His arms were also bandaged up as the events from the night before returned in a flash of recognition. What had happened after he'd been attacked? Why wasn't he vampire food?
"Mom, what happened?"
"Oh honey, you were attacked by an animal and your friend called 911. She saved your life. You needed a blood transfusion." He let his mother's comment about an animal attack slide. He was not about to start spreading rumors that Lima was infested with vampires, but it seemed to be the truth. It kind of made sense though.
"Friend? Which friend?"
His mother wiped the hair away from his forehead. "Your sweet friend, the girl in the long lacy dress." Rachel? He strained his memory for the answers to his questions. That didn't make sense, she had left him on main street way before he was attacked. If she was there, why hadn't she been attacked by vampires as well? A hazy memory, of her leaning over him while he thought he was dying flashed though his mind. She had promised him he wasn't going to die; had she come back to help him? Hadn't she given him something to drink. . . ?
"What happened to her? Where is she?" All he wanted to do was see her; it was a persistent and nagging idea that wouldn't go away.
"Honey, she left hours ago, before the sun rose. You've been asleep all day. Please, lie down and get some more rest." He struggled against the IV's in his arms, and a nurse came in to check his wounds.
"Please, Mr. Hudson, relax. I have to check your vitals and your dressings." Finn sat still while his mother watched on as the nurse removed the bandage on his arm first. When she removed the gauze it was bloody, but there was no wound or scar on his skin.
The nurse looked at him like he had four heads when the deep gash in his neck was miraculously healed as well. His mother looked like she was going to faint. He was more freaked out than ever. "Can I go home now?" The nurse left the room to talk to a doctor as Finn's mother shook her head in disbelief.
"How is this possible? I don't understand."
"Mom, did my friend say anything about where she was staying? At all?" Shaking her head, she sat next to Finn's bed and waited for the doctor to come back.
"No honey, she didn't. What was her name anyway?"
"Rachel Berry." His mother's eyebrows raised in shock as she laughed softly.
"Really? Now that's a name I haven't heard in ages." He shot up straight in bed, intrigued.
"You know her?" Carole took one look at her son and scoffed.
"No, baby of course not, she's been dead for a hundred years!" Finn just sat in his hospital bed in a stupor while his mother continued. "When I was dating your father as a teenager, we would go visit his grandpa Finn in the nursing home on Saturdays. We named you after him, honey. He would tell us the best stories about Lima back in the old days and one of them was about this young girl that he could have married, Rachel Berry. According to your great-grandfather, she had the voice of an angel and she owned the infamous haunted Berry mansion all by herself." The voice of an angel? Shivers started to spasm down his spine.
"Well, what happened to her? Why didn't he marry her?" She shook her head sadly as Finn's brain began to swim.
"She disappeared. He was supposed to be her escort for the town fair and he'd been late. When he went over to her house to finally pick her up she was gone, and there was a trail of blood leading into the woods. She was never seen again." Before Finn could process his mother's story the doctor reappeared, looking flustered and confused.
"Well, son, your vitals are perfect and your cuts have healed, well, beautifully. You're free to go." The nurse helped him remove his IV's and he went into the bathroom to change. His mother was incredulous, yet grateful that her son had healed so quickly. When they got to the car, he made it clear that he wanted to get dropped off in town. The desire to see Rachel was building more and more intense and it became the only thing on his mind after his mom left him by the movie theater.
He needed to find Rachel, and he knew exactly where to look.
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I like to think of this fic as two parts Vampire Diaries for the mythology, one part True Blood for the gore, and a splash of Twilight's cheesy love-story. It will not be a long fic, only four or five parts. It will be completed before Halloween, because that was my inspiration for this story. I love Halloween, and vampires particularly, so this will be fun for me. I hope you enjoy it.
Until Next Time. . .sings Don't Stop. . .Reviewing!