[A/N: Hey, huge heads up, this was originally based on the short film "Dirty Paws" it is on youtube. But it morphed into something more because of people enjoying it, I suppose! Anyway, hopefully, you like it, and leave reviews please~ Unholy Helbig]

The metal made a loud sound against the golden radiator. It wasn't functioning anymore; something about the fire hazard it created. Electricity also played a factor in the large item being rendered useless. Now it was around simply for aesthetics.

It rested under a large bay window, one that let in a perfect amount of light, it cascaded against the queen bed and stirred the girls when they had slept past noon. The golden hue that passed through the panes was a killer after a long night drinking or talking in the backyard way past the time the moon raised against a velvet sky.

Now was one of those times, the moon hanging amongst the stars. It almost had a permanent shelf against the constellations. Beca Mitchell was used to staring up at the large beaming object. It would catch her attention and shade her sharp features in a pale glow.

"Alright, puppy." She mumbled, pulling at the heavy padlock that rested against her palm. She wrapped her lanky fingers around it, making sure the seal couldn't be broken. "I think we're all set.

"Are the chains really necessary?" Her counterpart asked, her voice was deep, eyes the darkest shade of blue that they could muster. Usually, they reminded Beca of the ocean, the choppy waves and salty air practically appearing out of thin air each time Chloe would grant her a stare. "And don't call me puppy."

"Mm," Beca hummed absently as she plopped down on the wooden floor, pulling her knees up to her chest as she rested her chin on them. She watched her girlfriend carefully. "You killed miss Anderson's cat last time."

"She deserved it." Chloe huffed, pressing her back further against the radiator. It was the closest thing they had to a secure object. The chains wrapped around the girl's midsection and chest, adhering her to the metal. She tugged at them lightly out of instinct as the moon climbed higher in the sky. "Have you ever seen that thing? It looked like it was inside out."

Beca chuckled lightly as she used the heels of her feet to push her back flush against the edge of the bed, reaching blindly for the book that was on their nightstand. Most people would pay attention to the tied-up woman in front of them, but after years of practice, Beca knew not to mess with nature. Especially when nature gave her girlfriend claws.

"What are you reading?" Chloe decided to distract herself.

"The Door of the Unreal," Beca answered with a smirk, biting back a chuckle as Chloe rolled her eyes dramatically, a habit the younger girl was sure she picked up from her. "What? It's a classic, Chloe. I can't believe you would deprive me of my education."

"It's an insult." She huffed out, the sound a mix between a sigh and a growl. It was gravelly, the girl clearly fighting off some aspect of pain that presented itself this close to the transformation. "Wagner was weak."

"Okay, Puppy" Beca sighed, cracking the hardcover book open. She barely entertained the idea of getting into it with Chloe this close to the full moon. She remembered a few years ago when the two of them had sat down with the majority of the Bella's to watch a few classic horror films.

Chloe was uncomfortable about the idea but became even more agitated when Stacie suggested the group turn on a Werewolf in London. She had scoffed and chided through the whole film until by the end of the first hour she just stormed out. Beca had assumed that she had begun to hate the predictable nature of all movies like she had been boasting this whole time- but instead, she found the redhead pacing back and forth muttering stuff about the real facts.

Beca brushed it off for a few more months; noting that the girl was just passionate about Halloween. But that was very far from the truth. Chloe knew so much about the subject because she was under the mercy of the moon herself- something Beca hadn't realized until a few weird nights when Chloe ran out and the animalistic nature of the way she presented herself in the bedroom.

Now it was a common occurrence for her to keep the young werewolf company during transformations. She would talk to her as long as she could before eventually she'd lull off to sleep herself. Beca never once mentioned how heart-breaking it was to see Chloe fight past the unbearable pain; her face contorted with agony. She chose not to look much- instead, burying her attention in the literature she had picked up.

"So, love makes you weak?" She finally asked after listening to Chloe's labored breathing after a few moments. She couldn't help herself- the girl had baited her.

"Well, no" Chloe pulled her bottom lip into her teeth, chewing it nervously. "I don't think so. But he was consumed by it, you know? It put her in danger."

Beca glanced up thoughtfully. Staring at the girl chained in front of her. The way sweat collected on her forehead, her palms placed easily in her lap as the sweatpants that she threw on stood little chance once she turned completely. The t-shirt probably suffering the same fate. Chloe took the silence as a sign to keep speaking.

"You're not in danger with me, Beca." She said, the usual blue tone of her eyes shifting to a bright and undeniable gold as the night drew on.

"You mean I'm not Miss Anderson's cat?" The brunette cracked a smile. She knew she wasn't, she knew that Chloe had fought tooth and nail to get her to just lock her up in the shed. The younger woman protested along something of the lines of You're not a lawnmower, Chloe.

"No," Chloe barked out a laugh, one that shifted into a long drawn out sigh that was another mix of rapid pain. She had started shaking, the sweat drenching past the fabric of her clothes at this point. It made Beca knit her eyebrows together in concern, placing the book to the side as she trained her full focus on the woman. "Sorry…"

Beca let out a deep sigh, as she shifted herself back onto her knees, scooting until she was right in front of the girl. Chloe proceeded to push herself harder against the metal, maybe even drawing blood as she pulled in a shaky breath. She clenched her eyes shut, taking away that dandelion glow.

Beca was careful as she swiped her chilled touch over Chloe's forehead, brushing away the deep red hair that adhered to sticky skin. Chloe whimpered painfully, striking up an undeniable sadness within the younger woman's chest. She didn't' pull away, however, instead, she placed her palm right along the shaking jaw of her significant other.

"Bec's" Chloe rumbled. Despite her protests, she nuzzled her cheek further into Beca's touch. It brought her comfort, as much as she could muster.

"Stop fighting it for my sake," Beca whispered, her breath hot against Chloe's chest at the ginger lifted her chin, opening her eyes as the deep honey color ripped through those rough waves. They were so bright they almost tinted the worry in the brunette's features. "It'll only hurt more, puppy."