Straying From Tradition: A Pitch Perfect fanfiction by Irish American 67
Summary: AU. Rebeca Mitchell, of the Northern Georgian Clan of vampires, is sent to a school against her will to better learn how to control her own "special" powers. Though, despite her hesitance and frustration of being forced into school, she finds that perhaps it might not be as bad as she thinks when she finds something she did not think she was capable of: love. But this love comes in an ulikely form. Namely, the daughter of the Elder of her clan's greatest rivals, the Southern Georgian Clan, Aubrey Posen. All of a sudden, the hundred year peace between the two feuding clans is threatened when the two vampire heiresses stray from tradition in order to find the one thing that can make eternal life bearable: each other.
Chapter 0: Epilogue
I sink my fangs into my prey and feel the life draining from the young buck. I'm overcome by a sense of euphoria and my lifeless body is shaken with ecstasy as the life force spills from the throat of the deer and fills my body with the fuel I need to survive. The feeling is somewhat akin to a subtle, yet powerful orgasm that completely rules my body for a time. As the last of the blood trickles down my throat, I drop the buck's body to the ground and revel in the pleasure I just recieved.
I am by no means a killer. I take no pleasure in taking a life. It sickens me, the way I have to live. But even the most hesitant vampire is ruled by the sensations of a fresh kill. Soon, when the drunken delight fades from me, I'll fall to my knees and vomit. It's been fifty years already, since I was changed. Fifty years since the day my life ended, and my undead existence began. I can still remember the feeling of my heart beating, and the blood rushing through my body. It was something I used to take for granted. It's something every mortal still alive, still ignorant of this hidden world I now exist in, takes for granted. They don't even notice it. It's natural for them. And yet, now that it's gone for me, and my body is now permanently cold with death, I definitely notice the absense of my heartbeat, and the warmth of my blood. I miss it. I miss being able to eat real food. Now, whenever I try to eat normal food, I get sick. It doesn't satisfy me, and it doesn't even taste good anymore.
I miss being able to breathe. I can breathe, technically, but it's not necessary, so I only do it when I'm actually thinking about it. I have to tell myself to breathe, and when I do, I get dizzy. My body isn't used to breathing anymore, so the feeling of inhaling and exhaling is strange, and foreign to me now. I curse my father every day and night that I have to suffer through this. He's not really my father. He's my sire. I remind him so much of the daughter he used to have, his mortal daughter, that he changed me against my will and now treats me like his daughter. I hate him, but I can't help but love him, at the same time. Or, at least, I feel a strange sense of loyalty to him. I'm still not convinced the vampires actually even can love.
Just as the euphoria from my recent kill fades, my two bodyguards show up. Naturally, since vampires don't need to breathe, they aren't out of breath, they just stand behind me and watch as I double over and spill my stomach all over the forest floor.
"You gonna stand there and watch, or are you going to help me up and get me back home?" I growl after wiping my mouth. The blood gives us strength, but after gorging on blood like I just did, the pure, raw strength we recieve is too much, and our body trembles. I always gorge myself, because it means I won't have to feed again for a few days. But, right now, I'm weakened because of the trembling, and I'm shaky, and can't really do much of anything for myself.
"Fuck, Rebeca." Anna, one of my bodyguards, curses under her breath. "Why the hell do you always gorge yourself on blood. You know what that does to you."
"Yeah? And? Just means I won't have to feed for a few days."
"I still don't see why you can't just relax and let yourself enjoy it more. You're a vampire, Rebeca."
"Anna, how many times do I have to tell you? Not Rebeca. Beca. Rebeca just sounds too... formal. I'm no princess."
"But of course you are! You are King Michael's favorite! And when he dies, you will find yourself a suitable mate and take over as Head of the Clan! Imagine that! Queen Rabeca Mitchell!"
"I'm not going to be queen, Anna. I can't be queen. I'm a lesbian, remember? Only female "mates" for me. And in order to be queen of the clan, I'd have to find a man. And even then, the king would hold the power, not me. Besides, I don't want to be queen. I just want to be-"
"Human?" She finishes for me, and I nod.
"Yeah. I just want to be human again. Obviously, that's never going to happen, but it doesn't mean I have to enjoy being a fucking vampire. I'll just be happy to find a nice woman to fuck on occasion and do minimal hunting."
Anna rolls her eyes, but she and the other bodyguard, Kendrick, helped me to my feet and all but carried me back to the castle.
...
Once we're inside, my body's calmed down enough for me to walk on my own, and another member of the clan approaches me.
"Lady Rebeca, your father wishes to speak with you." The younger vampire says, refusing to look me in the eyes. I roll my own eyes and tell him I'll see my father immediately. "Yes, Lady Rebeca." The boy says, bowing, and I stalk past him towards my father's "throne room".
"You wanted to speak with me?" I ask. Screw formalities.
He sighs, noticing my refusal to observe formalities. He drops them as well, however. He looks me directly in the eyes and smiles.
"Dear Rebeca. Why do you gorge yourself so?"
"Because I feel like it."
He nods approvingly. He tends to gorge, too, but for a different reason. "Very well. In any case, that is not what I wished to speak with you about. As you are aware, you are a member of my bloodline because I sired you."
I nod, rolling my eyes. Duh.
"And that means you belong to a very pure bloodline. It makes you almost a direct descendant of Count Vladislaus Dracul himself. That means that you are stronger than other vampires. Much stronger. You may not wish to admit it, but you are very powerful. But you will need special training in order to control your special powers. You understand what I am sayingl do you not?"
I sigh. "Yes. I know wat you're talking about. I can't put it off anymore, can I?"
He laughs. "No, Rebeca. You cannot. It is time to go to Barden. It is a good school where you will learn many things. How to control your own powers as well as how to establish yourself as the Empress over the lower undead. Ghouls, goblins, spirits, they will bow down to you once you take my throne. And you can only do that once you learn to control your powers."
"What if I don't want to be queen?"
"You must be." He glares at me, angrily. "There is no other to take my place when I am gone."
"You're going to live forever, remember? Why do you even need an heir?"
"I may be immortal, but invulnerable, I am not. Surely, one day, I will meet some unfortunate fate. I will die eventually, and it will be up to you to fill the void left by my death."
I roll my eyes. I've heard this speech thousands of times, and it's getting old.
"Look, I really don't want to go. I don't want to be queen, I don't want a throne, I don't want other monsters bowing down to me. I just want to find myself a nice girl, and fuck her occasionally."
"Yes, yes, yes. I get your point. But I am sending you to this school. Maybe there, you will get this foolishness about being attracted only to girls out of your system, and will come to realize your place in this clan."
"Dad, it's not just foolishness. I'm a lesbian. I fuck girls. Not guys. I don't like guys. I like to eat girls' pussies, not swallow some guy's dick, okay?" I've found, in the fifty years I've known my sire, that vulgar and straightforward was usually the way to go to shut him up.
But not this time, apparently.
"You're not getting out of this, Rebeca. You're going to Barden. Then, you will come back, and I'll have a suitable mate picked for you."
"I am not letting someone else choose my mate!" I snarl at him, and he smirks.
"Then by all means, choose your own mate. We have many men in our clan."
"Dad, I am gay! No guys! At all! I'd sooner mate with Anna!" Anna, who's standing behind me with Kendrick, raises her eyebrows in surprize.
But my sire rolls his eyes in exasperation.
"In any case, your bags have already been packed and loaded into the coach. You will be leaving tonight, as soon as the sun sets." He turns away from me in dismissal, and I sigh as I leave the room angrily. I don't even get a say in anything about my own life.
...
The coah is black and the windows are drawn shut, blocking out the minimal sunlight that is still filtering in through the trees. The path through the forest is bumpy, so my bags are bouncing around the whole ride to the academy my sire is sending me to. For the next four years or so, I'll be far away from the lands I am so used to roaming. Oh well. I guess a change of scenery could be okay. At least I'll be far enough away that my sire cannot completely observe every single thing I do. Plus, there's bound to be some hot girls at this school, right?