Author's Note: In nearly record time, I give you the next chapter of Berry's Blood. Special thanks to everyone who convinced me to keep writing this chapter, I know you old readers are probably as excited to read it as I was to write it. We're going to be covering quite a bit of ground in this chapter, so it's not one you'll want to miss, I promise.

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Quinn had only been to Will Schuester's house a handful of times, and all of these instances had been long before she had learned he was a werewolf. Mr. Schue had said he had been living with his condition for some time, but now the prospect of going to visit him unannounced was almost enough to frighten the young vampire. The notion of being afraid was laughable after everything she had been through in the past several days. She reassured herself with the knowledge that the moon was now several days into its waning stages, taking the wolf's power with it. At this point Will Schuester was nothing more than another human being, albeit one that smelled like a wet dog and whose blood probably tasted just as bad. At the very least Quinn hoped his sense of smell was still honed from the change, or else he would be of no use to help her find the Shade. For all of her information Brittany couldn't give an answer whether Schuester would still have his senses about him or if they left when the wolf subsided.

She eyed the T-shirt on the passenger seat next to her, the events of earlier still clear in her mind. In all likelihood the Shade knew exactly what their plan was after they set off the trap in the locker. If they even had the capabilities to find the demon, they would have to plan for walking directly into another trap. And then the problem would be to destroy the thing without harming Sam. If the Shade was to be believed, of course, Sam Evans had already been killed by the very werewolf she was now going to see. In which case... what then?

Everything was a lot less confusing a week ago, before all of this demon mess. Hell, it was a lot less confusing when she was just a vampire and the only thing she had to worry about was not completely draining Rachel when she was out walking that night. Was that really how all this started? Her getting hungry and biting Rachel, which lead to them finding out she was an angel, which lead to the werewolf and then the demon, and now this; Rachel in a coma and the demon in her friend's body. This all could have been avoided if she had just drank a different night like she should have, or just let Rachel keep going on her way rather than jumping her. Now she was knee-deep in it.

Yet, at the back of her mind she was reminded of Rachel's prone body, sound asleep in her bed. The night when she had rested her head against Rachel's chest, listening to the steady beat of her heart. If it had been anyone else in that position, Quinn would have sunk her fangs deep into her neck and drained her. Why hadn't she drank her blood, even when she had began burning in the sunlight? Even as the thought entered her mind she knew the answer, and it didn't have anything to do with the blood in Rachel's veins. And then she had confronted Finn about Rachel, and even challenged him for her...

"What a mess," Quinn reaffirmed to herself as she pulled Santana's car up to the curb in front of Will Schuester's apartment building. Then she noticed another vehicle nearby; a very distinct yellow model harkening back to the seventies. She swore under her breath; That was all she needed to add to this misadventure. What was she doing here?

A quick walk up the four flights of stairs and Quinn was standing in front of the door labeled Schuester,W.. Before she could press her ear to the wood to listen to the conversation inside, the door had opened.

"Well well, someone's a long way from the maternity ward. You've really hit rock bottom if you're coming here for blood donations, Fabray."

Quinn's eyes fell to the floor, avoiding Sue Sylvester's eyes. Instead Quinn found herself staring down the cheer coach's ever-present red tracksuit. "Hello Coach," she said, unable to hide the hint of ire in her voice.

"You've got a visitor, Will," Sue stepped aside, allowing Schue to see who it was standing in the entryway. Mr. Schue was standing several paces away in the dining area, but he seemed visibly shaken. Quinn had a feeling this reaction wasn't caused by her presence. At least he was considerably more clothed then the last time they had seen each other, that night in the woods.

"What are you doing here, Coach?" Quinn asked, still not looking her in the face.

"Permission granted to look me in the eye when you are speak to me, Fabray." Quinn slowly lifted her eyes, finding a slight smile played across Sue's face. "And considering you're the one standing out in the hallway, it might be more polite if you told us what you're doing here first."

Quinn didn't budge, her mouth pursing quickly.

When she didn't respond, Sue went on, answering her question anyway. "If you must know, I'm here discussing with our dear friend Mr. Schuester about instating night classes for our less... solar-inclined students. We can only draw the blinds and put down the shades for so long before a young vampire such as yourself gets caught outside and deep-fried, wouldn't you say?"

Quin gave a small nod, unable to ignore the fact it would be a positive adjustment. It had been not even two years since vampires made themselves known and the school system had did little to adjust to the shift in demographic.

Coach Sylvester continued. "I was offering William here a position. With a day off every month or so, given his particular condition." Quinn found the hairs on the back of her neck rise. If Sue knew Schuester was a werewolf, what else did she know?

"I was just on my way out, if you'll get out of my way," Sue motioned to get past her. Quinn stepped back instinctually, allowing her out of Will's apartment. "Think about what I said, William, I think it would be beneficial for the both of us." Then the coach began walking away.

"Try not to turn any young cheerleaders on your way out," Quinn said under her breath as Sue neared the end of the hall.

Sue stopped and turned back towards her. She seemed to think about this for a moment, then gave Quinn a smile that was accented by two sharp, curved canines. "Careful miss Fabray, we wouldn't want you to end up in the ground again. Especially under different circumstances."

Then she was gone.

Quinn found herself shaking as Mr. Schue came to the door. He glanced down the hall briefly, then looked to Quinn, who was staring down at her feet, biting her lip. Finally she spoke up. "Can I come inside?"

Will looked back into his apartment, then down to the shaking blonde on his doorstep. "Alright," he finally sighed. When Quinn didn't move, he corrected himself. "Please come in."

Quinn's muscles relaxed and she stepped into the apartment, but her body continued to shake. Mr. Schuster guided her to the couch and she collapsed down onto it before noticing the large gashes that had been torn into the upholstery of the armrest. The slash marks covered nearly every surface of the room, digging deep into the walls. They looked to have been several months old. Her shaking quickly subsided as she observed the claw marks.

"Did you get into an argument with your blender?" She asked, although she already knew what had caused the damage.

"With myself," he corrected, sitting down across from her. "What do you need, Quinn?" He asked. He immediately recoiled as Quinn dug into her bag and brought out the T-shirt she had scavenged from Sam's locker.

"I need you to track the owner of this shirt," she explained, setting it down on the coffee-table between them.

Will looked down at the shirt, then to the vampire sitting opposite him. "What makes you think I can do that?"

Quinn scoffed. "Mr. Schue, you're not going to pretend that night in the woods didn't happen. Just look at the state of this place!" She motioned to the walls.

He looked down to his lap, folding his hands. "I can't."

Quinn folded her arms and waited. When Schue didn't elaborate, she felt a burst of anger welling up in her chest. He was just going to say no? She scowled and finally demanded, "Why not?"

He sighed, still not looking her in the eye.

"Why not?" She repeated in a hiss. Her fist clenched, and she could feel her claws dig into her skin as they extended from her fingertips.

"It's not that simple!" Schuester spread his hands. "It's not something I can just control."

Quinn was about to jump to her feet, but stopped herself as she went back to her earlier thought. "What do you mean you can't control it? Does it only happen during the full moon?"

Will looked away from her.

"Mr. Schue, please! You have to help me! Do you know what will happen if you don't?" She leaned in. "Rachel is in trouble. And she's... It's my fault." She hesitated, her voice lowering even as her hard gaze held on him. What would she have said if she continued with that statement? 'She's my responsibility?' Was she her responsibility?

Schuester continued to look away, then exhaled after a long moment of silence. His face was drained as he spoke up. "It's not just during the full moon."

"Then...?"

"The full moon forces it. Outside of that it's just not as simple as flicking a light switch. It's like," he looked around the room as if he was afraid someone might overhear them, "opening a cage. If I open it and the wolf takes over I don't know if I'll be able to control it, and I don't know if I'll be able to get it back in."

"I'll beat it back into you if I have to, but you need to do it." Quinn grabbed the T-shirt and waved it in front of his face, causing him to move back. "If not for me, then for Rachel."

He took the T-shirt from her. "What has Rachel gotten herself into?"

Finally it was Quinn's turn to sigh.

"If you want my help finding whoever owns this T-shirt I need to know what we're dealing with, Quinn. If you're coming to me for help it can't be an ordinary issue."

The vampire leaned back in her chair. She could tell the Schuester had more of a read on the situation than he was letting on.

"That night when we found you in the woods, Sam was there. You, or the wolf, it attacked him. When I went back to find him he was different. Something found him, and now it's," She paused. "It's inside him."

"What does that have to do with Rachel?" Schue asked, clasping his hands. The tone he used caused her to flash back to a different time, when the only thing she had to worry about was getting through Glee without ripping Finn Hudson's head off. Now that she thought about it, it might have been the day prior. She snapped back to the present to find him looking into her eyes, a look of concern on his face. She almost had him convinced.

"The thing inside Sam took something from her. It's a long story, Mr. Schue," She admitted, thinking back to the night in the auditorium. "I need to get it back or she might never wake up, and to find Sam I need your help, now can we please stop talking in circles and actually do something?"

He considered this for a long moment. Quinn watched as he got up and walked around the room, dancing from one foot to the next in thought. His fingers traced the claw marks in the walls, lightly grazing against their jagged edges. Bits of plaster fell away at the slightest touch. The wolf had torn deep enough to expose insulation.

"Wait outside."

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"If I let it take over, you can't be here. It'll go after anything that moves." Schue separated from the claw marks and began pushing the coffee table against the far wall. Quinn watched until she realized what he was doing. The wolf was that big, hulking thing in the woods. It would room to change.

"And if it does take over, it will go after Sam? You're sure?" She asked as she got to her feet, pushing the couch aside.

"With how much that shirt smells, it will be the first thing it goes to. After that we can only hope it follows the scent, but it's your best bet." Schuester threw his phone and wallet into a drawer. He pulled two keys off his keyring and threw the remainder into the drawer. In one motion he had locked the drawer with the smaller of the two keys, then put the other into his mouth and swallowed it. Quinn raised her eyebrows. "A precaution," he explained. "I've been locked out of my apartment often enough after a full moon to take care of where I put my house key." She admitted she could understand the sentiment, although she didn't want to be there when he decided to retrieve it.

Schuester disappeared into his bedroom and returned a moment later with a duffel bag. Quinn glanced inside to find it was filled with a set of spare clothes, neatly folded. From the looks of it they were prepared in advance and intended for the next full moon.

"Mr. Schue, I understand the need for a replacement of clothes, but why not put the key to your apartment in here too?" The young vampire asked.

"There's one in there too. In case we get separated I need a way to get back here, though."

"You're not planning on letting us get separated, are you?"

Schuester threw the T-shirt into the middle of the floor and began unbuttoning his sweater vest, looking grim. Quinn realized just how slim the likelihood was of the wolf going along with their plan. Will Schuester turned away from her. "You should wait outside."

Quinn saw herself out, taking one last look at her teacher standing in the center of his apartment before the door closed behind her.

The vampire soon found herself standing up against Santana's car, the duffel bag in the passenger seat. She pulled her jacket around herself, eyeing the now darkened apartment on the fourth floor. For some time she couldn't hear anything. She considered the possibility that Will had just put on a show and then went to bed early, eager to see her and her problems out of his apartment. She reminded herself that Mr. Schue cared about his students, and he cared enough to face his own demons to help them. That was more than could be said for most teachers, and most of them weren't facing such literal demons. She swallowed once, the thought of what they were about to do reminding her that this wasn't just a casual jaunt with her werewolf of a teacher.

Then she heard a shattering, the slightest tinkling of broken glass against wood floors. The slamming of something hard and heavy against walls too weak for the impact followed, causing her to keep her eyes locked on the window as shadows moved within, playing against the drawn curtains. Despite her distance from the change Quinn could hear the straining of the floors as body weight increased, nails becoming thick claws that dug into the floorboards. The sickening crunching of bones echoed in her ears, followed by the twisting and churning of muscles as they surged and warped. She tried not to picture Will Schuester as he fell to his knees, his mouth opening in a soundless scream as his body reformed into that... monstrosity. She had asked him to do it. She was the reason he was putting himself through this.

"Oh God," she whispered.

The sounds subsided, replaced by a low growl. She could make out claws digging into wood, then the sound of sniffing. The sound was huge and powerful, the sound of two massive lungs inhaling and exhaling the scent of the T-shirt they had laid out for the beast. Quinn stepped forward, listening as the floor creaked.

The far window exploded outward, sending a spray of glass raining down and sending Quinn stumbling backwards in surprise. The werewolf collided with the fire escape and clung to it, perching on the edge of the metal to smell the air. It looked around once, shaking shards of broken glass from it's body and to the street below. The werewolf turned down to face her, and for the longest second of Quinn Fabray's existence, the two beings stared at each other. Her fangs extended and her claws dug into the pavement under her, waiting for the huge monster to dive down to claw her apart.

Then the monster's head turned and sniffed again. The metal beneath it bent with a whine as the werewolf pushed off from the fire escape, jumping into the trees. It had the scent.

Quinn left Santana's car behind as she took off running after Will Schuester.

The werewolf darted along the rooftops of apartment buildings, pulling itself up onto fire escapes by powerful front limbs. It made the leap from building to building, its nose flaring as it took in the scent periodically. Quinn maintained her distance, running after it at street level. The beast stopped at the edge of a building facing the street, then jumped off. The beast grabbed the metal support of a stoplight and bent it loudly before slamming down onto the pavement. Quinn darted behind a parked car and watched as it turned once, claws digging into freshly mowed grass. The beast then raised its leg and let out a stream of urine against the side of the building.

"Really?" Quinn whispered, looking away in embarrassment. That was the last thing she wanted to see tonight.

When the wolf had finished its business it sniffed the air again and turned west, parallel to the direction of the street. The wolf ran into the street and began bounding towards the suburbs.

After several blocks of running the werewolf passed into an intersection. A screech of tired echoed in the night as a truck came around the corner, slamming into the beast, sending it sprawling in the center of the road. The massive head ripped up from the pavement and faced the car that had hit it, the man behind the wheel looking up from behind the deployed airbag. His head was bleeding from the impact, but he still had enough wits about him to begin screaming as the werewolf took a step forward, a low growling rumbling from it's throat. The man began to frantically grab at his seatbelt as the wolf roared, it's feet spread as it readied itself to pounce.

As it lunged, Quinn stepped between the werewolf and the car. Her claws dug into the werewolf's front legs as its weight bore down on her. It was taking most of her strength to keep the werewolf from crushing her under its mass. Her weight shifted, pushing the monster away from her. It scrambled back to its feet and roared, baring its rows of fangs as it shifted onto it's haunches. The vampire's lips pulled back and bared her own fangs, and she let out a roar of her own. The noise echoed through the streets, challenging the larger beast to make a move against her.

The werewolf didn't quite know what to make of the challenge. It eyed her slowly, gnashing its fangs at her experimentally. When she didn't budge, it let out a low, guttural roar, then turned round and took off in the direction it had been heading before the interruption.

"T-thank you," the man in the truck called to her as the sound of the werewolf storming away faded. Quinn turned back and faced him and her eyes caught on his bloodied forehead. Her mouth opened and he caught the gleam of her fangs, causing him to gasp in fright. Her golden eyes shone in the light of his one remaining headlight, then her fist had slammed through his windshield and pulled him out onto the broken hood of his truck. Her fangs dug into his forehead, opening the wound he had sustained in the accident further. Her tongue lapped against the injury, taking in as much blood as she could get. His blood was still warm, which was much better than the room-temperature, plastic-tasting donation bags she was quickly growing accustomed to The unfortunate driver cried out weakly before hitting the ground alongside his car, cast aside after the meal. She leaned down next to him.

"Don't thank me." Quinn whispered. The she was gone, taking off after the wolf.

She navigated the night by the sound of screams and the wreckage left behind in the monster's wake, the werewolf having gotten a considerable lead on her after the impromptu feeding. The buildings began to become smaller and less densely packed, turning from commercial areas to the single-family homes of the suburban sprawl. Quinn began to recognize the streets she was running along, coming to a stop when she came to a familiar road.

"What-" she trailed off, her skin prickling with goosebumps.

The werewolf was standing in the middle of the street, illuminated by a street lamp. It's powerful hind legs surged and sent it forward, slamming its massive shoulder into the front door of a house.

Her house.

She could hear her mother's voice screaming inside. The werewolf circled back and ran at the door again, shattering the glass and splintering wood.

"What are you doing?!" She roared, coming between the werewolf and the door of her childhood home. The werewolf lunged at her, gnashing its fangs along her arm and leaving deep gashes in her skin. Her blood began to spray as she recoiled, the healing process not kicking in fast enough. Her claws dug into the werewolf's face, sending it falling backwards. Her fangs dug into its neck, ripping and tearing at the beast as much as she could. Foul-tasting blood poured from its wounds. The beast roared and slammed the vampire against the side of her house, her grip weakening. The werewolf grabbed her in its teeth and sent her flying into the road. She got back to her feet and popped her arm back into its socket before lunging forward again.

The beast dodged, Quinn's claws raking against the monster's hide. Inside she could hear her mother screaming her name, but the werewolf's roaring and the sound of their fight drowned it out. The smell of blood surrounded the two combatants as their fight rolled out into the street. Their plan had failed. The werewolf hadn't done anything but lead her in a circle. Finlly Quinn's jaws found purchase and clamped down on the werewolf's forearm, ripping a chunk of hairy meat from it and spitting it out into the road.

The blood-loss became too great for the werewolf's transformation, and the fight began to subside from the monster. Its wounds were slowly healing, but not fast enough with how much damage she was doing to it. Finally it rolled away from her and bounded onto her front lawn. The bloodied beast looked at her through one eye, the other clenched closed. A curtain of blood was flowing over the werewolf's face, running from her four deep claw marks. Then the monster collapsed.

Quinn got to her feet and stumbled forward, collapsing onto her lawn next to the monster as it slowly shifted back to it's human form. Will Schuester gave a small groan from the grass.

"Why did you bring me here?!" She demanded, slamming a fist down into the dirt.

"It was following the scent!" Schuester slowly got to his feet, helping her up. "It did what it was supposed to!"

"It almost killed me! You almost killed me!" she said accusingly.

"No, it's here! The smell lead us right here! Right up the stairs, second room on the right!"

"That's-" Quinn stopped, then her voice lowered. "That's my room."

"Come on!" He pulled her uninjured arm as the other healed over. "Before my senses wear off!"

The two dashed into the house, Judy Fabray standing in the hall with her hand over her mouth and a kitchen knife clenched in one fist. If she wasn't surprised by the gigantic dog pounding at her door, she was certainly surprised by the naked schoolteacher dragging her bloodied daughter up their stairs by the arm.

"Quinn?! What's going on?!" Her mother's voice was panicked. Quinn didn't even bother explaining, dashing into her bedroom after Will.

The naked man stood in the center of the dark room, his nose flaring. He inhaled deeply, then stopped and turned back to the vampire girl in the doorway as her phone rang.

Quinn dug it from a pocket and looked over the name on the Caller ID.

"Brittany?" She answered the phone incredulously, as if things could get any stranger than they already were. Will Schuester moved over to her desk and investigated the small box in the center. He sniffed it once, then turned to face her.

"Quinn, when you said to look after Rachel, you need to tell me when you mean at your house, I came all the way to Rachel's house and she's not there," Brittany's voice said on the other end of the line. Quinn felt her stomach drop.

"She's not there?" She whispered.

"She's not at your house?" Brittany asked. Quinn tapped the red button and stopped the call, her hand slowly lowering.

"Quinn." Will Schuester's eyes hadn't left her since the phone call started. "Did that phone come out of here?" He motioned to the small box.

Quinn's entire body felt number than usual as she turned the phone in her hand towards her face. When she had found it in her room that day, the strange black patterns on the phone's casing had caught her attention. Now the surface of the phone was a single, blood-red hue, the black seeping off and dripping to the floor. Quinn watched as shadows drew from every corner of the room and converged onto the inky black wisps of darkness, building up into the shape of a human figure. The shadows parted, and a mouth with jagged teeth formed.

"Hello, Quinn Fabray."