This is my first story and I really enjoyed the chemistry of Beca and Chloe. It inspired me to write this and I thought it'd be fun to try a sci-fi version of their chemistry. Bechloe is real and I ship it. I hope you guys like it. If you have any suggestions, criticisms, or comments please leave a review. Thank you!

August 27, 2018

Beca Mitchell has been 21 since August 27, 1818. Today not only marks the 200th year she's been a vampire, but it's also her 221st birthday. She's dark, edgy, and breathtakingly beautiful; but she's also sarcastic, witty, and confident. Her senses are sharper than the average human. She's faster, stronger, smarter. But she's not some heartless monster. Underneath the alternative loner, is someone who is genuine and thoughtful. For those lucky enough to witness it, Beca Mitchell wears her heart on her sleeve.

To celebrate another short year, Jesse and Stacie decided to take her out to a nice bar in LA so that they can forget all the years they've suffered. Eternal life seems perfect, until you involve yourself with a human. All they see is some blood thirsty creature with no morals or compassion.

Being a vampire has caused many human hearts to break. But Beca hasn't let anything go farther than a one night stand for a while now. It's safer that way; easier. It's not hard for her to get whoever she wants. Sure, she could use compulsion, but it's not needed. She's hot and mysterious and to both sexes, very alluring. She reeks of sex appeal without even trying.

"Becawww" Jesse screams from outside Beca's window, "It's time to go, so let's go!"

"Dude, chill out. I'm coming!" she checks herself once in the mirror. The form fitting black dress she has on with a plunging neck line is adjusted before she's rushing out the door.

"About time. Damn you look hot!" Stacie excitedly says, "No one is gonna be able to keep their hands off you"

Beca chuckles and breaks out into a smirk, "I mean look at me, I'm pretty fuckable right now"

They all laugh and begin making their way to the bar. It's a two story bar with the dance floor filled with grinding bodies. This is the place where they either get blackout drunk or where they find a meal. Stacie goes to the bar to get the drinks once they settle in a corner booth on the top floor.

After a few shots, the three of them are laughing and joking around, having a great time. But now it's time to dance. Stacie and Jesse head down while Beca looks down from the railing, looking at the mass of bodies moving together. She does this a lot. She's a people watcher. But a flash of red hair catches her eye. A woman sitting at the bar next to some blonde that appeared to be her friend.

It's not like Beca to be captivated by a human. Sure she can acknowledge anyone's beauty, but just the thought of a human usually turns her away. This woman however caught her eye. Maybe it was the happiness that radiated off her or her blinding smile that could be seen a mile away. Or maybe it was just the strange need to talk to her.

Beca watched this mysterious woman for a while, just observing her movements. She zoned in and could hear her laugh and holy fuck it was contagious. She was so bubbly and full of life that Beca couldn't stop herself from getting closer. There was this pull towards her that she couldn't fight. It was almost…instinctual. They were polar opposite, but there was just something about her. The brunette slid into the stool next to the intriguing human the second her friend left.

The barman appeared and she got a beer, not wanting to be drunk quite yet. She had to get to know her first. Turning to face the woman, she was taken back when she locked eyes with bright baby blues. They actually sparkled.

"Would you like another drink?" Beca offered noticing the empty glass on the counter

Her voice was sweet and soft and nothing like Beca has ever heard before, "Oh, you don't have to do that"

Beca chuckled before signaling the barman to get her another drink, "Please, you've had one drink. That's clearly not enough since you're still sitting here instead of dancing"

"How would you know I only had one drink?" her head tilts to the side with a crooked grin

Fuck. That was a dumb thing to say. Beca Mitchell was never one to get flustered, but this woman whose name she has yet to know made her feel things. Feelings she's never felt before. "Um, I—uh…"

The woman broke into laughter, her hand grabbing Beca's forearm, "You're not a very subtle person. I noticed you watching me over an hour ago"

Beca looked down at her drink feeling the heat rush to her cheeks, "Sorry about that. You're uh…kinda hard to look away from"

A spark of interest lit up in those blue eyes, "Well, are you going to introduce yourself or are you going to make me go first."

"Beca" she holds out her hand

The redhead takes her hand, stunned at the bolts of electricity that shoot through her body, "Chloe"

Chloe retracts her hand and moves her hair behind her ear, "Thank you for the drink. Do you live in LA?"

"I do. You're new in town right?"

"Is it that obvious?" she flashes her a curious grin

"Uh kinda, you seem too bubbly to have lived here for a while"

"Well, I just moved here last week. How long have you lived here?"

"Awhile" she squirms in her seat not wanting to give too much away. It's pretty difficult to explain why you come back every 50 years.

Chloe looks at the mysterious brunette. She's more than intrigued why this woman is sitting here talking to her. "You're not one to open up so easily are you?"

"You could say something like that."

"Yet you come and talk to me" she quips

"Who am I to leave a beautiful woman by herself after her friend ditched her" she smirks, gaining her charming confidence back

"How chivalrous of you, but I'm tired of sitting here. Dance with me" she stands up and holds her hand for the smaller girl.

"If there's one thing you should know about me is that I don't dance"

The redhead quirks an eyebrow, "So the only reason you came over here was to say hi?"

"Kinda yea. I'm not very charming when I dance. My rhythm is completely off and I trip over nothing"

Chloe just smirks before grabbing the smaller girl's hand, "I'll show you then, it's not that hard"

Beca lets herself get dragged by this enigmatic woman onto the dance floor. If she's being honest she's not a terrible dancer, but she doesn't dance often. Her ability to follow and match rhythm isn't bad either. In fact, she's excellent at it especially if it's when she makes music. But truthfully, she just doesn't enjoy it that much. She never has. She'd much rather create the music people dance to. When they made it to the center of the dance floor, the space between them nearly disappeared. There are bodies pushing on all sides of them, forcing them closer, their faces only inches apart.

Chloe started swaying her body to the beat. It was almost intimidating to the vampire how someone could move so effortlessly to the music. When Beca still hadn't moved much she took the brunette's hands and placed them on her own hips and put hers around the shoulders of the smaller girl, "It's not that hard, just match my movements okay"

Nodding, Beca tightened her grip on the small waist, feeling the way she moved. Slowly she began matching Chloe's rhythm. They danced well together, their bodies seemed to fit perfectly, and before they knew it several songs have passed. Beca could hear the pounding of the redhead's heart and the blood pumping rapidly through her veins. That alone would cause her to suck the life of the poor victim, but she never felt hunger being this close. It was weird, but she didn't think much about it. Her sole focus was just to dance with absolutely beautiful and captivating woman.

At this point, both were feeling the effects of each other and it leaves two options: leave together or break apart now before anything happens and forget it all. The brunette opted for something different. She didn't want Chloe to be a one night stand; she's the type of girl that deserves someone amazing and can give her anything she could ever want. She deserves someone that will do everything in their power to make sure she's happy. But she also didn't want to leave her. Chloe is like a breath of fresh air. She's full of light and just being around her makes Beca feel as if she was truly alive. She didn't miss being human anymore, but this feeling. This spark of life she feels in her chest…she missed it.

After the next song, Beca took Chloe back to the bar to cool down. Their bodies were hot in more ways than one and they needed a drink.

"Would it be too forward to ask for your number" the brunette asked as she moved two shot glasses in front of them

"You're not one of those people to get my number and only call at 2 in the morning right?" she giggled because she felt as if she could trust this strange and mysterious stranger

"Whoever has done that to you before is fucking stupid. You deserve better than that"

Chloe stares at her in shock. Not even her ex said something like that. Sure it was a simple statement but the way she said it made her believe that it was true. Curious to see where this could go she questioned the brunette who has yet to move her gaze from the redhead, "How would you know what I deserve? You just met me, for all you know I could be a serial killer"

The smaller of the two could only burst into laughter, "You? A serial killer? No way in hell I could ever believe that"

"And why not"

Beca raised a questioning eyebrow, but when Chloe didn't say anything she continued, "Okay, fine. To begin, you're way too happy to have killed anyone. You're not too mysterious and you don't have that loner aura to you. When your friend left you all alone earlier you looked like someone kicked your puppy and I think a serial killer would be too heartless to care about that. Let alone have any friends." She paused, "And about the other thing, you haven't told me to fuck off yet and you've made me laugh, which not many people can do nowadays. There's just something about you that brightens up everything close. I can tell you're a good person, Chloe. And no good person deserves to be treated like shit"

"Who are you" Chloe asked in fascination

"I'm just a girl in a bar"

"Well would you look at that" she smirked, "so am I"