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Barden was like any other small southern town. A university was poised at the city's center and streets lined with locally owned shops and restaurants surrounding the area. Paired with historic southern mansions and long abandoned music halls, the image created the rustic yet somewhat terrifying aesthetic the citizens of Barden came to know and love. The population was small, only a few thousand full time residents that weren't enrolled in the university. Even with the small population, crime was seemingly rampant, people disappeared and were often found dead in surrounding woodlands. Most Barden residents did their best to keep homicides off the front page, but even that wasn't enough.
The world, as humans had recently come to learn, was a lot larger than just them. In the past few years, vampires had 'come out of the coffin' and other supernatural creatures began to follow the trend. Werewolves, shifters, and vampires being the more prominent groups. Though humans attempted to live in harmony with these creatures, though balance was hard to achieve. Barden was a testament to that. Even with the warnings of murder and death, it seemed new people still moved to Barden everyday.
Doctor Brian Mitchell was a professor at the University and his daughter, Beca lived in the house he owned a few blocks from the sprawling campus. Beca's mother lived in Portland and when her mother decided she would be taking an extensive european vacation, Beca was banished to Georgia. Though Beca was of college age, she refused to attend university, instead harboring dreams of singing professionally. Instead of attending college on her father's dime, she decided to work until she could manage to get enough money to move herself to LA. For the time being she worked at Bella's Bar, the restaurant named after the historic Casa de Bella that resided less than a block away from the bar.
Luke, the owner of Bella's Bar, had explained the history of the mansion to Beca on one slow night.
Casa De Bella was one of the most iconic places in Barden during the past 300 years, it had been a home of wealthy politicians and royalty, a brothel, a giant dance hall, a haven for women abused by husbands and fathers, and eventually ended up condemned and empty until a group of Vampires began to openly occupy it after Vampires came out in the open. According to Luke, the original owners daughter was one of the vampires residing in it.
The Posen family had been in possession of Casa de Bella since it's building in 1708. At its building, Aubrey Posen, the daughter of Philip Posen and the owner of Casa de Bella was only 19. Her father, a wealthy businessman from England had brought their family over for a chance at a new life and new wealth in the Americas. The original intention was for Aubrey to inherit Casa de Bella since Mrs. Posen bared no sons. Therefore, Aubrey was left as heir to the Posen empire. That is, until her death in 1711 at the age of 22.
Aubrey Posen's death wasn't like most women of her time. She didn't lose to a fever or influenza, didn't perish while bringing a child into this world, she didn't resist a man's advances or fall prey to a robber waiting in a darkened alley. Instead, her death came at the hand of a beautiful stranger.
The winter ball was the perfect place for many young girls to meet the man of their dreams, Aubrey was the pick of the litter for all the young hopefuls whose only desire was to marry rich. However, the blonde had been snatched up by a handsome Englishman who had just made the journey to America. She fell for his charm and wit and the way his lips curled up at the corner in a wicked smirk.
A few too many glasses of wine led to her to be practically draped over this mystery man and her father would have had a fit had he seen his daughter in such a state. Her partner for the night whispered a few suggestive words in her ear and Aubrey was following after him like a child chasing after a kite swept up in the wind.
This beautiful stranger swept her off to the inn a short walk from the hall where the ball was being held. Once inside, he swiftly removed her dress as his lips descended upon the pale skin at her neck. Aubrey mumbled something about her father wanting her to wait until marriage, but a few well placed kisses and whispered words left her forgetting her father even existed. When their passion came to its peak, she felt a sharp pain in her neck, her lovers mouth attached there and blood beginning to spill over the ivory skin of her shoulder. Her hands tried to push the man away from her, pain starting to radiate from her neck. Darkness danced at the edge of her vision and when she tried to scream everything went dark.
The next day when she woke up, she was alone on bloodstained sheets, blonde hair splayed out on the pillow under her head. She jerked upright, dried blood was still on the skin of her neck and shoulder yet she felt no puncture wounds under her fingers. Aubrey let out a terrified sob as she looked around the room. Her mysterious man was gone, leaving her broken. She licked her lips and stopped, she felt more dried blood around her mouth and brought shaky fingers to touch around her lips.
Aubrey quickly tore the sheet off of her body and stumbled to the mirror on one wall, what she saw looked like something out of one of the terrifying books her father warned her against reading. She was naked, body looking flawless aside from the blood dried on her skin. She found her underclothes and quickly pulled them on before slowly making her way to the window. Slowly she peeled back the curtain and a scream ripped from her throat when she felt her flesh burning in the mid day sun that streamed into the room. With a speed and strength she didn't know she possessed, the curtains were closed and she was back against the wall, watching the wounds on her hands heal right before her eyes.
Aubrey sat in that corner for hours, eyes still trained on her hands. Eventually, a maid came into the room. She must have knocked and not gotten a reply and assumed it empty. She was an older woman, hair graying and wrinkles decorating her angular face. The maid moved over and pulled the curtains had open, only this jerked Aubrey out of her terrified trance. She let out a terrified squeak, arms blocking her face. But when the moonlight touched her skin she felt no pain and she pulled her arms away in awe. The poor old woman saw her in the corner and gasped.
"Miss! You're bleeding!" She cried, rushing to help. Aubrey jumped and bit her lip, gasping when she felt two points digging into her lower lip. The maid saw this as well and scrambled back, making a cross over her body before starting to mumble prayers. Aubrey could hear how fast the woman's heart was pounding, she could smell the scent of her blood and like an animal on the hunt, instinct took over.
When Aubrey came back to herself she was sat astride the old woman's body, blood on the floor and staining her mouth a bright crimson. The two points of her fangs had retreated and she felt more clear headed than since she had woken up. She knew what she was.
Aubrey, like many other children, had heard the stories of fanged monsters searching for people at night. The blonde just never considered the possibility of ever becoming one.
A Vampire.
Just the thought of the word made her mind want to shut down. Her body was on autopilot. She walked to the pot of water by the mirror, cleaned her face and body of any blood before pulling on her dress. It was wrinkled and ripped and blood stained the tule at the bottom of the skirt from the woman's thrashing.
Before she could think about what she had just done she was walking up the cobblestone path that led to Casa de Bella. When she attempted to push the door open she was stopped by some invisible force, staring into her home. She was too shocked to even process things before her mother appeared, a look of pure relief on her face.
"Aubrey! What are you doing standing in the cold?! Come inside right now!" She bellowed. Dazedly, Aubrey found herself able to cross the threshold and she walked into her mother's waiting arms.
Of course, her parents began to notice the change in her behavior. Aubrey was more irritable, insisted the curtains in her room remained closed all day while she slept until the sun was near setting, she disappeared at night, not to return until the sun was only mere minutes from rising.
One evening, her mother and father stopped her before she could leave the house, trapping her between two disapproving glares. Aubrey's father began to chastise her, condemning her for her behavior. Her mother would pipe in occasionally, explaining that her daughter's behavior was unbecoming of a lady.
Aubrey found herself glaring at the floor, she could feel the prick of her fangs against her lips, desperate to be used. She hadn't eaten since her first night as a monster, the old woman's face was burned onto the back of her eyelids but the taste of her blood haunted her tastebuds like a fine wine that she was desperate to try again.
Her father seemed to realize her thoughts were wandering and Aubrey was quickly dragged back into reality by the feel of the back of his hand and the heavy ring he wore hitting her in the face. The blonde's head simply jerked to the side and she let out an animalistic snarl, making her mother jump and stare at her with wide eyes. That animalistic instinct that had taken her that first night came over her again, and when she awoke back to the more human side of her brain, her father's study had been painted red.
The cold lifeless eyes of her mother and father stared up at her and Aubrey scrambled backwards. She could taste their blood in her mouth, the crimson still coating her fangs and mouth. Before she had the chance to panic, there was a knock at the window.
Her blue eyes looked up and what she saw ignited a rage inside her. The mystery man stood with a wide smile. She moved over and opened the window, snarling at him.
"You did this to me!" She barked.
The man simply laughed and wiped some blood from her lip with his thumb before licking it off himself. "My darling… I did this for you." he said. Aubrey could feel herself wanting to lured in by his sinfully silky voice just as she had the night of their meeting. When she looked at him again she could see two pointed fangs showing in his cheshire smile.
"Aubrey, my dear, I can show you the power you can possess…" he started and Aubrey felt herself fall prey to him once more.
The following 5 years passed quickly for the blonde. Her parents murder was written off as a mysterious killer, she had inherited the fortune and her mystery man taught her everything she knew. He taught her what she was, the history, their strengths and weaknesses. She learned how to protect herself, how to feed without killing and how to make her meals forget. He taught her to stay far away from silver and sunlight as well as wooden stakes, he even regaled the process of making a human like them. All it took was a few sips of a vampire's blood and for the vampire in question to nearly drain the human. Aubrey nodded as she recalled the look of dried blood around her mouth when she first awoke into the life of a vampire.
When he left her in 1716, Aubrey Posen had embraced her death. She was a vampire, and she was proud. In the year following her realization of her own power she had converted Casa de Bella into a home for women abused by spouses and fathers, she protected these girls, kept them safe until they no longer needed her. Her home for women in need led her to someone who would become a permanent fixture in Aubrey's life, the closest friend she would ever have. It would lead her to Chloe.
Chloe Beale was born ten years after Aubrey's death, she was a sickly child, constantly coming down with various illnesses or syndromes. Her parents had expected her to die young and the constant sickness of his daughter drove Mr. Beale into a bottle, leaving her mother to mostly care for the young girl. However, on Chloe's 15th birthday, Mrs. Beale had come down with influenza and died a few days later. Chloe's father was heartbroken, his habit of drowning himself in alcohol led him to blame his daughter. For 5 years he abused her, bruises ever present on the fair skin of her neck and face and tears clouding her incredibly blue eyes.
Aubrey and Chloe met purely by chance. Chloe, now 20, had accompanied her father to the market early one summer evening. Aubrey had spotted the girl in the crowds thanks to the young girls fiery red hair and was instantly drawn towards her. When she spotted the bruises on her and the harsh demeanor of her father as he dragged her through the market, she felt that old familiar animalistic rage bubble inside of her. Aubrey was prepared to pounce when suddenly she smelled blood coming from the redhead, she looked up, only to see Chloe coughing harshly into her hands. All the while she was begging her father to slow down so she could catch her breath. The man gave a grunt in reply and kept walking. His back was turned, now was her chance…
Aubrey forwent making a meal of Mr. Beale and instead quickly approached the redheaded girl who was now leaning against a brick wall, struggling to catch her breath.
"Excuse me," Aubrey said, voice soft and showing promise of no harm. "Are you alright, Miss?"
Chloe was a little nervous when she saw this woman approach, she wiped her hand on the side of her dress, trying to keep her breathing even.
"Y-Yes ma'am. Im fine. Just waiting for my father…" Her voice broke a little over the last word and the sound of that made Aubrey's undead heart break and rage boil in her simultaneously. She gently touched the redhead's shoulder, ignoring the way her throat ached as she felt her pulse under her fingers.
"My name is Aubrey Posen… If I may be so blunt, you look very distressed... I run a home for women who are being mistreated..." She began to explain, her eyes were sincere, the hazel color meeting the icy blue of Chloe's.
Chloe began to stammer a reply, scared of her father coming back for her. But the thought of being safe… That was so tempting. She took as deep of a breath as she could managed.
"My name is Chloe Beale… I… You're very kind Miss Posen… I… He's my father. I'm all he has."
"Miss Beale…" The blonde started, trying to be convincing as possible. "I was once in similar shoes… I know a woman who's hurting when I see one. Casa de Bella is a safe place for women. You will never be harmed so long as you're living there. I've helped plenty of women like us, I'd like to help you as well." she gave a small smile, trying to show she was friendly. Chloe wanted to trust her, she kept glancing around to make sure her father wouldn't come shout at her.
"I…" Hesitation was still evident in the redhead's voice. Eventually she gave in. Even if it was just one night's rest free of her father, it would be worth it. "Thank you Miss Posen… I'd be very thankful for your help…"
Aubrey smiled at the chance to help this woman. She managed to get her to Casa de Bella and handed her over to the on site doctor to be checked over while she zipped off for a midnight snack.
Mr. Beale was found at the local pub, nursing a glass of whiskey before Aubrey had him in the alley. She used her abilities to hypnotize him into staying silent before drinking her fill. When she let him go she stared into his eyes.
"You will never look for you daughter. She is too good for you. You will never ever harm another woman for as long as you live. Understand?" she growled.
He nodded obediently. "I understand." Aubrey nodded and shoved him out of the alley and on his way.
Over the next several months, Aubrey and Chloe's friendship blossomed. The two became an inseparable pair. They just worked, Chloe's illnesses often kept her up at night so Aubrey would keep her company, talking with her or just staying nearby if she was having a particularly tough night with her afflictions.
Aubrey knew her blood could help cure a human, and she wanted that for Chloe, but trying to explain what she was would only end in a lost friendship and perhaps her being burned at the stake for being some sort of monster. She had planned to keep it a secret, protect her closest friend from the world of monsters she lived in.
Unfortunately this plan was short lived. As the winter after Chloe came to Casa de Bella she was hit with an illness Aubrey knew she wouldn't make it through. The blonde knew she was selfish, but she couldn't let Chloe die, the girl had barely even lived. She told everything to Chloe and was shocked when the girl didn't start screaming. She seemed almost… Fascinated. Even when Aubrey revealed her fangs to the redhead she was enamored, so much so that she welcomed the death that Aubrey was offering. She tilted her head to the side, presenting her pulse point to the vampire.
When Chloe was turned it wasn't like she had died, it was quite the opposite. When the redhead had woken up the following evening, she looked around with a childlike wonder. Her breathing came easier than it ever had before and the smile on her face made her feel almost alright with having to make Chloe like her. Ever since that day, Aubrey and Chloe stuck together. The pair were inseparable, complimenting each other in ways that often made them seem more like sisters rather than maker and progeny.
Through the decades they gained more friends, all of them living in Casa de Bella at one point or another. They were an odd pack of vampires, all of them had their stories, some more brutal than others.
Stacie came to them first, she was a vampire nearly as old as Aubrey when she found her way to Barden in the early 1800's, her wicked smile and the hungry gaze in her eye automatically pulled Aubrey towards her when their eyes met at a fall festival right after the harvest of that year. There was obvious chemistry between Stacie and Aubrey and after some not so gentle prodding from Chloe the two finally got together. According to Chloe, the two were disgustingly in love. Stacie was deceptively smart and incredibly beautiful, to Chloe it was a no brainer that Aubrey and Stacie would be fantastic together.
A few years after Stacie, a vampire who called herself Fat Amy turned up in Barden. She'd come upon Chloe, Stacie and Aubrey during a meal and with a relaxed and casual air about her stepped into their space.
"Well what's this then? Fast food? Usually I like to get my meals in bed first." She grinned speaking with a thick Australian accent and showing off her own fangs. Stacie growled territorially before being calmed by a touch on her shoulder from Aubrey. Chloe took care of their meal and let him go before turning to face the blonde. Chloe, ever the optimist, quickly extended her hand to the blonde.
"Hi! I'm Chloe." Aubrey was about to scold her progeny for being so trusting before Amy shoved her hand into Chloe's. "Nice to meet you, I'm Fat Amy." Aubrey raised a brow. "You call yourself Fat Amy?" Amy just nodded. "Yeah so twigs like you don't do it behind my back." Stacie was sold on her then. She smiled at her lover and the four of them headed back for Casa de Bella. Amy regaled them with her story, growing up in Australia with her convict father, wrestling crocodiles and dingoes simultaneously, and her coming to America. She had been turned when she arrived in the country some 10 years prior to meeting the Bella vampires and soon fell into their ranks easily.
When Jessica and Ashley came to them next, it was barely even a shock to Aubrey anymore. I suppose having four vampires living together was a bit of a beacon to lone vampires just passing through the area. Jessica and Ashley said something about that the camaraderie that made them stay, as they both had the same maker and when he released them they stuck together. Belonging to a larger group made the two feel comfortable.
Cynthia Rose was a friend of Stacie's, a vampire from the north who fell in love with the charm of Barden and the dysfunctional sisterhood of the Bella house. Her presence was a welcomed change to the quiet existence of the other vampires. Cynthia Rose had a talent for music and was often found playing the piano in what had once been Aubrey's father's study. Her music filled the house almost every night and it became a relaxation time for the women, all gathered around the study, listening for whatever new piece the dark skinned woman would play for them.
Lily was an oddity. No one knew where she came from when she showed up on the doorstep of the Bella house one evening in the late 1880's. No one knew anything about her other than what they gathered from the very rare times she spoke, and even then it was hard to decipher the messages behind her strange words. She was from Asia, had been turned nearly one hundred years prior to meeting the Bella's and it was obvious by her eating habits that she had no regard for human life. Yet Aubrey had let her in and allowed her to stay under the condition that no one was killed unless there was true justification ("No Amy, a woman being prettier than you does not call for murder.").
The eight Bella vampires lived their quiet lives for nearly 100 years before another joined their ranks. Florencia "Flo" Fuentes came to join their ranks after Chloe had befriended her during a trip the Bellas took to the Georgia coastline in the 1980's. Chloe enjoyed joking that they could all use some sun, and Aubrey continually rolled her eyes as she made sure all of them were in the house and out of reach of sunlight.
The Casa de Bella harem of vampires became well known to many in the vampire community, eventually landing Aubrey the title of vampire Sheriff of Barden. With the whole ordeal of 'Coming Out of the Coffin' and the creation of synthetic blood known as 'TruBlood', humans wanted vampires to be governed by something other than a creator/progeny relationship and so the roles of sheriffs were born. Aubrey, being the oldest vampire within 50 miles of Barden was the obvious choice, and her ability to keep her cool as well as her control over her harem helped her keep the peace. Even with the local pack of werewolves that also occupied the area.
The pack, which had been dubiously nicknamed the "Trebles" due to their occupation of the historic Barden Treble Music Hall, were savages according to Aubrey. Their incompetent alpha, Bumper, made the pack look laughable as opposed to terrifying as some of the other members wished they could be. Sure a werewolf was still intimidating but with Bumper holding all the leashes… The vampires almost felt sorry for the poor wolves.
The Bellas avoided them if she could, they were on good terms with the Trebles, a fact which Aubrey was proud of due to the fact that it allowed her free time to go to the local bars with the Bellas as opposed to having to patrol the streets all the time. Chloe had chosen the dive this time, everyone was well aware of how unwise it was to try and argue with Chloe. The giant blue puppy eyes and signature pout made even the most ruthless killer feel bad for trying to take some fun away from the redhead.
"Oh c'mon Bree! Its named after us! We have to go." Chloe persuaded, she loved being proud of the ghost stories and warnings that surrounded their occupation of Casa de Bella, to her it was like a game. Aubrey loved her best friend, but she knew how excitable Chloe was and often times it was hard to control her, even as her creator. After a few more long minutes of Chloe's badgering and the use of the puppy eyes, Aubrey gave in.
"Fine fine, we'll go, round up all the girls. First round's on me." Aubrey smiled when she heard the excited squeak of her progeny as she zipped through the whole house in a blink of an eye. Chloe loved life as a vampire and it eased the constant guilt Aubrey felt for turning her, maybe she could do some good after all…
Beca Mitchell hated her job. Sure Bella's Bar was a great place to work, she got decent tips, but 'waitress' was not something she wanted to be the rest of her life. Truly, she wanted to sing, she wanted to go to LA and pursue her career. Her father claimed it was a childish dream and she should be getting a college education, but at this point Beca had become a pro at tuning him out.
At the moment she had been cleaning the same glass for about 15 minutes before a large group of women came in. Beca's eyes were automatically pulled to a perky redhead leading the group in. Wow… The first things she noticed was the gorgeous blue of her eyes, the second thing she noticed was the fangs. Beca nearly dropped the glass but caught at the last second. Luke had told her about the Bella vampires, but never did she think she would be meeting them.
"Hi, Welcome to Bella's Bar, how can I help you?" Beca asked, smiling excitedly. She had never had any real interactions with vampires before, now she had a group of them sitting at her end of the bar, local legends at that. Since vampires had come out and explained themselves to be real, she had always been fascinated.
Chloe grinned and looked down at the line of vampires before looking up at the waitress. Her size is the first thing she noticed. She was adorably tiny and that made her giggle. It took her a moment and a nudge from Aubrey to realize the girl had spoken to her. Chloe retracted her fangs and looked over the menu. "Hm… Well… I think we'll have TruBlood's down the line please, O positive."
Beca smiled politely, excited to be of service, she found herself wanting to impress the redhead. A lot of slow nights meant she had some skills with a bottle and Beca didn't hesitate to show off to the group. She slid the bottles down the bar with ease, getting each to their target without incident.
"Impressive," Chloe commented as most of the other Bellas spread onto the dance floor. Lily and Cynthia Rose moved to the pool table to hustle but Chloe stayed put, looking into the bartender's bright eyes. Beca just shrugged and leaned on the bar, only about a foot away from the redhead now.
"Oh its nothing really. Good hand eye coordination I guess." Beca couldn't help but blush under the sharp gaze of the vampire. Chloe was still smiling, Beca glanced at her mouth to look for any signs of fangs. The redhead noticed this action and chuckled, taking a swig of the synthetic blood from the bottle.
"I'm Chloe, pleasure to meet you," she said, extending a hand to the brunette. Beca shook it, her cheeks still pink as she pushed some hair out of her face.
"Beca. Nice to meet you too." Chloe was still smiling and her icy blue gaze made Beca nearly shiver. The redhead could hear the way Beca's heart beat sped up and she had to stop herself from imagining what it would be like to sink her fangs into someone so adorable.
Beca on the other hand was internally freaking out. She had so many questions about vampires but it seemed rude to ask them. Not to mention that this woman was gorgeous, all big blue eyes and smiles. It seemed Beca had a bit of a crush. She did her best to swallow her nerves as she picked up something else to clean so she didn't have to keep eye contact with the redhead.
"So you guys are like… The Barden Bellas right? The vampires in that giant house down the street?" That wasn't rude right? It was just a question. The way Chloe smiled when Beca looked up made her let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding.
"Thats us," she chuckled, taking another sip from the bottle and licking away the excess from her bottom lip. Chloe smirked playfully when she saw Beca's eyes follow the motion of her tongue. Chloe could see herself having a lot of fun with this tiny bartender.
"Wow." Beca said, it had come out before she realized. The blush that followed her words made Chloe's smile grow even more. "I mean uh… That's really awesome, I've heard a lot of stories." That made Chloe laugh and Beca decided she liked that sound quite a lot.
"Oh you have?" Chloe asked with a small smirk, taking another sip of TruBlood. "Well let me tell you…" The redhead went on with the tales of the Bellas, Beca hanging on to every word with a bright smile that had rarely shown itself since she came to Barden.
The bartender was enamored with the redheads tales, her stories of blood and mystery and interactions with other vampires and creatures had Beca rapt. Beca didn't speak until Chloe let out the most delighted chuckle at the brunette's expression.
"Wait so you like… Lived through beatlemania and all of that?" Beca asked, their topic having switched to music. Chloe gave an excited nod and was about to open her mouth to respond before the bell at the door rang, signalling the entrance of more patrons. The eight vampires in the bar tensed and Beca could have cut the tension with a knife.
Before the bartender could ask what was wrong, Bumper's booming voice rang out. "Oh look! Its the Barden leeches! You girls are awesome...ly horrible, I hate you, stake yourselves!" He said, waltzing in and bringing his pack towards the bar.
Aubrey let out a low growl and the Bellas quickly congregated on one end of the bar while the Trebles took up residence at the other end.
Aubrey let out a frustrated hiss, fangs showing as she spoke. "I would give anything to drain those dick-licks." Stacie laid a comforting hand on her shoulder to try and soothe her lover.
Jesse, one of Beca's regulars ventured into the no-man's land that had become the middle of the bar.
"Becaw!" He said, surprised. "What are you doing hanging around with vampires?!" Beca rolled her eyes. "I work here." she deadpanned. Chloe growled at the interaction and barred her fangs at Jesse who growled right back.
The inhuman noises made the small bartender jump, the glass she had been cleaning shattering against the bar when she dropped it. "God dammit." She cursed. Aubrey yanked Chloe back with a disapproving glare and Benji and Donald reigned Jesse back into the folds of their group.
The tension remained in place for the next several minutes. Beca got everyone drinks before moving to clean up the glass. All the while, Jesse was talking her ear off, grumbling about Vampires and why they sucked.
"No Bec, like… aside from literally sucking, they kill people!" He lamented, half leaning over the bar. Beca rolled her eyes. "Last I heard werewolves kill people too, so you can't talk." She snapped. This whole vampire vs. werewolf ordeal was wearing her out, she couldn't wait to get off work and go home to work on her songs and maybe even record–– Beca train of thought was cut off as she felt a chunk of broken glass dig into her hand through the towel.
"Fuck!" She cursed, grabbing a napkin to stop the crimson that quickly showed up on her skin. When she looked up, she was met with nine pairs of fangs and curious eyes and she felt her heart-rate speed up. Jesse noticed the vampires as well and he let out an animalistic snarl which Chloe quickly returned. Both groups were up from their seats, preparing to have an all out death match in the middle of the restaurant.
You've got to be fucking kidding me… Beca mentally cursed as she quickly ran around the bar and between the two groups. Jesse and Chloe were getting in each others faces and Bumper and Aubrey both looked like they were prepared to tear each other apart.
"HEY!" Beca yelled, quickly getting between the groups and holding her hands out to keep them at bay. "If you're going to be fighting, it will not be in here alright?! We don't tolerate that shit, human or otherwise."
Chloe's jaw dropped when Beca stepped between them. She was shocked that a human, a very small human at that, would even get near vampires and werewolves. Yet Beca had willingly jumped between a very angry pack of wolves and a pissed off harem of vampires. Chloe caught herself fantasizing about how feisty the small brunette would be in bed, only to be yanked out of her day dream by Aubrey tugging her away from the wolves as they all began to empty from the bar.
"C'mon, over here ladies. When we get home later I want everyone to write a list of what we did wrong in dealing with the trebles…" A few of the girls groaned and Chloe was back staring at Beca who was finishing up her cleaning and wrapping up her hand.
Who knew she could be so fascinated by a human…
The bellas soon spread out once again, enjoying having the bar back to themselves. Chloe ventured back over to the bar and smiled kindly at Beca.
"Hey. How's your hand?" she asked, glancing down at the bandaged appendage. Beca smiled, glancing up at the redhead. "Its fine, I've had worse." she explained. "Luke likes to get fancy in the kitchen, leaves his knife lying around and next thing you know I'm at the hospital with 5 stitches." Chloe laughed at the story and Beca just grinned. The redheads laugh sounded like bells, it was beautiful… Beca knew she wanted to hear it again.
"You know…" Chloe started, drawing Beca out of her daydreams of the vampire, "That was really brave of you…" At the brunettes confused eyebrow raise Chloe continued. "I mean when you jumped in between us, not many vampires I know would stare down a group of angry werewolves, let alone a whole pack as well as some grumpy vamps."
Beca was blushing now and the redhead had that desire once again to taste that sweet blood that was flooding to her face. "Oh you know…" Beca chuckled, "It was nothing really, fights arent allowed in the bar, human or otherwise." She said, trying to seem diplomatic about the whole thing. Beca hadn't really thought about how stupid she had been. She shoved her bleeding hand in the faces of nine vampires and her other very biteable arm into the reach of a pack of werewolves. Yeah she knew a couple of the wolves from their regular stops in at the bar, but that didn't change the fact that they very well could have killed her. The bartender found herself nearing panic before Chloe's hand made contact with her shoulder and dragged her out of her thoughts.
The bright blue eyes she was met with instantly banished any worries from her mind. Chloe's eyes were gorgeous, an old soul lingered behind them yet the icy color still held all the wonder and excitement of a child. Beca quite liked the idea of getting lost in them.
"None of us would ever bite you." Chloe promised, gesturing with her free hand at her friends around the bar. "I mean," her gentle smile turned into a flirtatious smirk, "Unless you wanted to be bitten." She winked and Beca felt her breath hitch as the idea of Chloe biting her popped into her mind. Before she had the chance to embarrass herself further, Aubrey appeared next to the redhead.
"Time to head out, Chloe. The sun is rising soon." Aubrey said. Chloe pouted at the idea of leaving already, but a stern almost motherly look from Aubrey made Chloe straighten up with an almost exasperated sigh. Beca chuckled at the vampire's reaction, it reminded her of herself when she was a teenager, never wanting to go along with anything her parents wanted.
"So I'll see you around?" Beca asked, starting to close up the bar as well. She counted the money Aubrey gave her for the drinks and smiled as all of the women slipped her a tip for putting up with all of them all night.
Chloe was the last to approach her. She slipped a piece of paper into Beca's hand, her phone number written on it.
"Oh yes you will." Chloe winked and smiled brightly, licking her lips unconsciously.
Chloe definitely would be seeing more of Beca if she had anything to do with it.