Chapter 1: Agonizingly Blissful
A/N: Hey, everyone, Faberry is definitely my love, because they are AWESOME.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. If I own, I will definitely make Faberry and Brittana the top couples form the start. And about the type, I love watching comedy and supernatural. Therefore, this idea just suddenly popped to my mind and I have to let it out. Anyway, just to show my love for Faberry when I am too distracted by my love for Faberry to write my personal statement.
Summary: Rachel is a 400-year-old vampire, and Quinn is some high school kid who must be so into reading supernatural stuff that she volunteers to be a blood bag for Rachel once she found out about Rachel's secret. What will happen? Would Rachel care enough to explore Quinn's world? Would Quinn be brave enough to survive in Rachel's world? Could they fight against eternity and make through this bloody love?
Rachel's POV:
She was just a bloody bag. No more.
She was just a belittled human. No more.
Then why she felt so agonizingly blissful when she watched her sleep?
Why she carefully traced the soft outline of her exquisite cheeks and elegant eyebrows and fondly depicted her succulent lips and kissable jawline? Everything felt so wrong yet so right.
She was torn between the covetousness to ravish her all over like it was no tomorrow or worship her all over in afterglow awe and the longing to just cuddle her for the subtle hue of warmth, which was deprived forever from her, or listen to her heartbeat as a lullaby.
It was a good thing that she was asleep. Even though she admitted that staring and groping while she was sleeping were extremely creepy, sappy, and sick, she didn't, at least, have to confess something she would regret or promised something she couldn't keep when she was under the genuinely beautiful hazel eyes.
After she checked the comforter was covered the sleeping beauty thoroughly, she finally let the tiredness took over her.
Quinn's POV:
She blinked her eyes for a few time to adapt the ray of sunshine shining through the window on the bedroom. A panic quickly kicked in after she found out that she was not at all at her apartment. However, her heart quickly settled down as soon as she caught the glimpse of chestnut silky tresses. Her lips lined up into a smile and subconsciously buried her hand into her hair.
She knew she was stronger than her physically, but the sadly loneliness oozed from her eyes pained her sometimes. She wanted to give her love and care unconditionally.
After all, she looked like a sixteen-year-old girl who was only five feet one with hugest brown puppy eyes. She chucked for a little when she pictured her as her golden retriever. Yep, her golden retriever. Impossible, eh? She was suddenly saddened by the cruel fact. She could never be hers, because she was only a food pack for her. Maybe in another life, she could be a werewolf and thus mate her instead of drinking her blood. Werewolves only mate once, right? They could imprint, tether themselves to their love, and fall for them a little more each day till death tore them apart.
She was a hopeless romantic after all. She self-mocked.
A/N2: So I haven't decided yet that when this story takes place. High school? That's what I was thinking. Adulthood? Either can do~ [Wink] Any idea? Any prompt? There is always openness for u! Who do you want to see in WMHS? Please let me know.