Title: The Only Choice
Author: crammit
Fandom: Glee
Rating: M
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Timeline: AU - Vampire fic
Summary: When Brittany walked into Santana's inn all those years ago, neither knew just how much their lives would change. When a dark force from Santana's past threatens to destroy those she loves, she'll stop at nothing to protect them. Rated M for sex, language, and mild violence

A/N: Glee and its characters do not belong to me. I am only borrowing them. I promise to put them back right where I found them once I'm done. Also, vamp lore is made up and doesn't follow any specific vampire mythology.

Leisurely, I reach over and run the tip of one finger down the strong line of your back. The heavy drapes are closed tight against the sunshine and the few candles flickering by the bed caress your skin like another lover. You stir softly and murmur in your sleep, shifting closer to me but never waking. Reaching down, I pull the covers a little lower on your hips and let my palm rest against the warm skin of your back, soothing you back into your dreams.

200 years. 200 years I've been at your side and yet the sight of you in sleep still moves me like nothing else. Fierce love grips my heart and the power of it fires in my blood and I can feel my eyesight sharpening, turning the ochre color of my rebirth. The hunger surges and instinctively, I lean closer to you.

Taking a deep breath, I let the feelings flare and simmer into familiar warmth. We've been traveling for days and you need your rest. With one last caress to your fair skin, I rise from our bed and head for the settee by the window. Comfortable with my nakedness, I reach for a robe out of respect for our familiars. Your jealousy, though tempered through the years, has chased more than one admiring servant from the house in fear and I'd rather not tempt the fates. Loyal companions are hard to find and I'm quite happy with the ones we have now.

Sitting down, I reach for the phone and call down to the kitchen, smiling as the call is answered before the first ring completes. Definitely happy with the ones we have now.

"Yes, mistress?" A cultured voice answers and my smile deepens in recognition.

"Cian? We weren't expecting you for another two days. What a pleasant surprise." Affection rumbles through my voice as I settle further into the soft cushions. "What are you doing in my kitchen?"

I hear him laugh at the teasing note in my voice and have to fight down my own bark of laughter at his answer. "I was hungry and as it appears your appetite was otherwise engaged, I decided to take a meal in the kitchen."

"Alone?" I look over as you turn in your sleep, your hand automatically reaching for me across the bed.

The pause on the phone tells me all I need to know and I feel a tug of sympathy in my heart. "Oh, Cian…"

Before I can continue, he cuts me off with a rueful sigh. "Now, darling, none of that. She calls to me, Santana. Even if things never...well, it doesn't matter. Her presence is enough. It has to be."

The wistful tone in his voice prompts me to stand and make my way over to the side of the bed, reaching down to brush my fingers against your hand. I understand better than most what it is to want, to crave something you believe you can never have so I know why it is he sits downstairs in my kitchen.

Sits and lets Alexandra laugh and talk to him, feeding his belly with food he can't taste anymore while another hunger burns inside him. She must come to him willingly and while he could make her believe that is her choice, I've known the goodness of his heart for too long. That is not the path he would choose for her or for himself. So he waits for her to come to him and welcomes the pain the waiting brings because if and when she does make that choice, nothing that came before that moment will have mattered at all.

Oh yes, Cian. I understand you completely. I feel your fingers caress mine and look down to find you watching me, a serious expression on your beautiful face. I sometimes forget that my emotions are not just my own anymore.

Shhhh, Santana. It doesn't matter any longer…we are here together. Now and forever.

I let your voice wash over me and smile, answering your unspoken words with my own.

Forever.

"So Cian, tell me. What feast does she tempt you with today?" I deliberately lighten my tone and smirk as you start to tug me back to the bed.

The grimace in his voice again tests my ability to hold back my laugh but you show no such compunction as you giggle behind your free hand as he answers me. "She's prepared some sort of tofu dish and if I'm honest, I'm almost glad I can't taste this horrible…" His voice trails off and a few moments later, I hear Alexandra's lilting voice call out in greeting to Cian as she enters the kitchen, his voice smooth as he continues talking.

"Delicious supper that Alexandra has been so gracious to prepare." He finishes with a smile in his voice, the strain apparent only to my ears, and this time I do laugh. Stretching out beside you on the bed, I trace my fingers across your face and arch an eyebrow as your hand makes its way to the tie on my robe.

"Well, you'd better like it. Dropping in early without a word of warning. You're lucky you even get that." Your grin flashes as you hear her voice and I nod my head, your voice amused as you comment on Alexandra's tone.

She likes him.

"I know, Alexandra. And I am pleased. See?" My ears again pick up the strain in his voice and I have to cover the phone to block the laughter as I picture him eating the tofu. I don't have it in my heart to tell him that she purposely prepares these meals for him, choosing to let him believe that she thinks him capable of eating actual food. This is much more fun.

I am grateful the phone is covered as your hand suddenly pulls the sash from my robe, reaching back and letting it flutter unwanted to floor behind you. I control a groan, or at least I think I do, as your fingers brush low against my stomach.

Cian's voice dispels that notion as he whispers in the phone. "Not fair."

"You have no idea. Brittany and I will be down shortly." Your blue eyes start to ring in ochre and I clear my throat softly before amending my words. "Well, maybe not so shortly." Without another thought to our house guest, I toss the phone to the foot of the bed and turn and face you.

"I thought you'd never get off the phone," your breath brushes against my neck as you lean closer and push me back to lay flat on the bed. Your tongue licks my pulse point and this time I don't fight the hunger that burns instantly through my body.

Grabbing your hair, I pull your head back slowly so I can look into your eyes. All these years and the sight of those beautiful blue eyes fully turning golden excites me like nothing else. Bringing my other hand to cup your jaw, I stroke your cheek in apology, curving my lips into a smile as you smirk at my reply. "It won't happen again."

"See that it doesn't." Your words are delivered in a rush as your mouth covers mine, the kiss deep and wet at the first touch.

I want you.

I know.

I groan as you lean over to straddle my hips, your hands pushing my robe to either side of my body. Reaching up to grab my hands, you place them on your hips and then your eyes are burning into mine.

"Santana?"

"Yes?"

"Will you let me have you?"

"Yes."

"Now?"

"Always."

The familiar call and response floods my senses with memories, as it always does. Moaning, I watch as your lips pull back slightly, exposing the sharpened points of your teeth. Your hand makes its way down my stomach as your other hand braces itself against the pillows above my shoulders.

As you lower your mouth to my neck, I'm brought back to that life altering day so long ago…