While she knew the two girls couldn’t appear from thin air (Well, technically they could, but Rachel didn’t think either of them were ghosts, warlocks, or teleporters. From the look of things Quinn, at least, was a werewolf), it was still startling to turn and have them there, shoulder to shoulder.

“So, Berry, we heard you’re the new witch in town.”

Rachel shook her head, “Let me guess, you two want me to align to your pack and help you out with the monthly problem by what? Brewing some wolfsbane?”

“Actually,” interjected Santana, fangs elongated and eyes burning to red, “I’m a vampire. Quinn here’s the only real bitch around. But basically, yeah, that’s the plan, Manhands.”