So, Beca has a cousin here on her father's side named Alexandra Mitchell, as you can see. I got bored, I created a character, and I'm not sure who to pair her with yet. However, if you get ideas, feel free to tell me! I've no idea how long this one will be, but I hope to at least make it to ten chapters (though if you enjoy longer fics and Harry Potter, check out my story Blackest of Souls; it has 41 chapters).

I do not own Pitch Perfect or any lyrics that happen to be used in the story.

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The Barden Bellas were all extremely excited, as it was, to meet Beca Mitchell's mysterious cousin, Alexandra Mitchell. They were all crowded together in the living room at the moment, bombarding poor Beca with questions.

"What's she look like?"

"Hey, Shawshank, is she all dark and broody like you, or no?"

"Is she hot?"

"Does she like music? Or Acapella?"

"Can she even sing?"

"Is she short like you?"

"How old is she, anyway?"

"Is she a DJ, too?"

"I don't know!" Beca exclaimed, groaning as she threw her head back in exasperation. "I haven't seen her in years, okay? I don't know. I mean, we've talked and stuff occasionally, but we've both got our own lives, you know!"

"How old is she?" repeated Emily hesitantly.

The older brunette glanced at her. "A year or so younger than me. She's twenty. And as for when she should be here, it should be any—"

She was cut short by the music blasting outside and the revving of an engine; everyone exchanged looks and rushed for the door at once, throwing it open and shoving each other in their haste to get outside.

"—minute," finished Beca, staring at the black impala sitting outside. She recognized it to be an older model, and the music coming from the inside was near deafening.

A young woman popped out of the driver's side, moving around to lean against the cab of the car, arms crossed on top of it and a grin on her face. Her wild brown hair had streaks of red in it, and it was topped by a wide straw hat, sunglasses covering the eyes of the brunette; there were swirling dark tattoos covering her lightly tanned upper arms.

The young woman grinned and directed her attention to Beca, yelling, "BECS! I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN AGES!"

"I KNOW," Beca called back. "YOU COMING IN OR WHAT?"

Her cousin ignored her and twirled in a circle, mouth moving soundlessly with the newest, upbeat song that had begun to blare over the speakers; she turned suddenly and pointed to Chloe. This time, she could be heard clearly with the music, which was surprising, loud as it was.

"CHLOE, I KNOW YOUR SISTER TURNS EVERYONE ON, BUT YOU'RE THE ONE I WANT!"

Chloe grinned and elbowed Beca, saying loudly, "I like her!"

The small brunette merely groaned and turned away. "TURN THE MUSIC OFF AND GET OVER HERE, YOU DORK!"

"AH, YOU'RE NO FUN!"

However, the music was cut off abruptly and the door slammed. When the young woman came around the side of the car, Beca could not help but eye her jeans, which were so ripped that they should have been thrown out by now, and her tight green wife beater.

The younger woman removed her sunglasses when she got to the front step and hooked them to the collar of her shirt; the green eyes that had lay underneath the sunglasses blinked up at them.

"There," the young woman said. "Music off, shades off, fun extinguished." Beca only rolled her eyes as her cousin turned to everyone else. "Alex Mitchell, at your service. Becs told me all about you, literally. I know more about you than her at this point."

"It's nice to meet you," Chloe greeted her with a bright smile, going in for a hug. Alex returned it with an arm around her waist, tugging her in closer.

"I was informed there was a hugger in our midst," Alex's eyes twinkled amusedly when she pulled away. She glanced about at them all, and her lips curled into a small grin as she swiveled to face everyone in turn. "Anyone else want one? No?"

"I don't think anyone else wants a hug, Lex," Beca began, but stopped short when she saw her cousin being hugged rather provocatively by Stacie, and then get bombarded by Fat Amy, Cynthia-Rose (who Beca was pretty sure had felt her up at one point), Jessica and Ashley, Flo, and even Lilly. Whatever Lilly had whispered to her had Alex patting the shorter girl on the back. "Come on, guys, really? That's my cousin you're rubbing up on!"

Alex turned her head to find Emily hanging back, and Beca noticed the way her cousin's eyes lit up at the sight of the shy, awkward freshman in their group. She was not sure if that look boded well or not; Alex had always been the mischievous one when they were children, getting them both in and out of trouble constantly. She had been a nice girl, of course, but a bit too odd for most.

The young woman took a few steps forward and spread her arms open wide. "How about you, gorgeous?"

Emily actually blushed, but nevertheless stepped into the older girl's arms and allowed herself to be enveloped in a tight hug; she was not released until she had reciprocated it.

"Here," said Alex after a moment, removing her hat and adjusting it on Emily's head instead. Her large grin had dropped, and though the twinkle in her eye was still there, she seemed much more serious. She squinted for a moment and adjusted the hat some more, before taking a step back. "There. Hey, stop hiding your face, you look nice, for real."

"T-Thank you," stuttered Emily. The younger brunette managed to hold her head up high this time instead of ducking it due to the sheepishness she felt, and that made Alex smile briefly before rounding on Beca.

"Let me guess," said Beca knowingly. "You want me to help get your stuff."

"I wanted you to carry my stuff for me, actually."

"Yeah, no."

"Becs!" the green eyed girl jutted out her lower lip in a pout. "Please?"

Beca was not impressed. "No."

"C'mon, it won't kill you to help a cousin out!"

"I think it would."

Alex huffed lightly and took Chloe's hand instead, obviously attempting to make herself look as pitiful as possible. "Chloe? Will you help me? Please?"

Beca could already see the redhead's resolve crumble and went wide eyed. "Chloe, don't fall for it, don't—"

"But, Becs, how can you resist this face?" Chloe cried, putting both hands gently on Alex's cheeks and turning her rather sad looking face toward her older cousin.

"With ease," Beca could not help but chuckle. "Lots of practice. Ten years of it, actually."

"Well," the redhead scrunched her nose at her friend. "I'm going to help. Girls?"

Fat Amy's eyes went wide, and she made up some sort of random excuse before disappearing into the house, the others quickly following; only Chloe, Beca, and Emily were left.

"I'll help," Emily volunteered quietly.

"Let's get moving!" Chloe hopped down the stairs, and Beca followed them all with an overdramatized groan, figuring that she would rather do this than find out what the other girls were doing inside.

~~~xxx~~~

"So, roomie," Alex sat her luggage in the corner, not bothering to unpack as she seated herself on the bed next to Emily's. She had been placed there by Beca, as everyone else already had a roommate and she and the other girl were the newest. "You got here, what, a week ago? How are you liking things so far?"

"Yeah," Emily replied, and it was clear she felt a bit nervous, for she fiddled with her hands. "I just wish we sang more, you know? I-I mean, not that everyone isn't really nice," she hastened to add. "They are, and I like them all, but…"

"You want some more action," Alex nodded in understanding. She could get that.

"Yeah, action!" Emily nodded earnestly, before hesitating. "If you don't mind me asking, um, what are you doing here?"

The older brunette leaned back into her pillows, crossing her arms behind her head. "I came to visit Becs, go to Barden for my Junior and Senior year. I didn't want to stay with my uncle and his wife, so here I am. I think they're going to rope me into auditioning for the Bellas, though."

"Oh." The younger girl nodded again. "Okay. Can you sing?"

Alex shrugged. "Maybe. I think I'm alright, but other people might not."

"Oh," Emily said again. She frowned slightly. "Well, I hope you get in. If you stay, well, I won't be so alone next year when everyone is gone."

"Using me so you won't be lonely, huh? Nice."

"No!" The younger brunette shook her head quickly. "No, I'd never, I just…"

"I know," Alex laughed. "I get it. It's okay, I was only joking. How about we get downstairs and see what the others are getting up to?"

"Right, sure!" Emily hopped to her feet and made her way to the door, where the other girl was already waiting, and then stopped suddenly, eyes drawn to the corner of luggage. "What about your stuff? Shouldn't you unpack?"

Alex, too, stared at it for a moment, considering, before waving a hand. "Nah. Come on, let's go!"

The freshman hurried after the junior, who was already making her way down the stairs and to the kitchen at a quick pace.

Fat Amy sat at the table, chomping on a cookie, while Stacie was sat on the counter, hunched over her phone; Lilly was sitting atop the table, legs crossed and eyes closed, but they popped open when the younger girls entered.

"Uh…" Emily pointed at Lilly. "What's she doing?"

"Meditatin' or somethin'," said Fat Amy around a mouthful of her cookie, reaching for another. She swallowed the first. "Whatever it is that psycho twig bitches do. I dunno."

Alex leaned in close when Lilly's lips moved and could just hear the girl whisper, eyes not once opening, "I'm trying to dissolve the block in my mind that prevents me from having telepathy."

Whoa, okay, kinda weird...but cool...I want telepathy…

The brunette decided then that, though Lilly was strange and would possibly kill her in her sleep, getting to know her would be worth it, because if she was on your side, you would survive in any situation. So, Alex scooted herself onto the table and beside the other girl, crossing her legs at the ankles, drawing up her knees, and wrapping her arms around them.

"Can you really move things with your mind?" she whispered to the dark haired girl.

Wide, eerily so, brown eyes snapped open, and Lilly's head slowly turned; it reminded Alex scarily enough of the Exorcist, and she forced herself not to lean away.

"Yes."

It was a strain to hear her, sure, but she wanted to know, and since her curiosity seemed to know no bounds, she asked again, "Can you teach me?"

Lilly stared blankly at her for a moment before her eyes narrowed. "You're listening."

"Uh, yeah?"

"No one listens."

"Kinda hard to hear, but I'm trying."

"You're strange." The older girl blinked at her, before letting out a calm puff of breath. "You can be my apprentice and help me hide the bodies."

Alex swallowed, wondering if she was serious or not, before deciding that if Lilly wanted her to hide bodies, she may as well just hide the bodies and not ask any questions if she really wanted to learn telepathy. She was not stupid, of course, but the human mind was supposed to be capable of a great many things, so why not this?

"Okay, yeah, sure. I'll help. I just hope it's not, ya know, these bodies," she gestured about the kitchen at the others. Stacie and Emily were both watching with wide eyes, while Fat Amy was openly gaping, chewed up cookie visible in her mouth; Alex looked away at that.

"No. Not these bodies. They may not listen well, but I like them."

"Not mine either, right?"

"No."

Alex felt an inner relief. "Good." She was nearly positive that Lilly was capable of actually killing someone, and she did not want to be that person.

Lilly blinked at her again, tilting her head. Then, she closed her eyes and calmly murmured, "We start tomorrow."

Alex was not sure if she should be afraid or not and slid off the table away from the girl, backing up until she reached the counter. Creepy, weird, and dangerous...well, perhaps she had just made a new friend. Maybe. Who knew?

"That...was...crazy," Stacie said to her, astonished, and Fat Amy, thankfully, finally closed her mouth. "You heard her?"

"Well, yeah."

"What did she say?" Fat Amy exclaimed, bouncing in her seat. She leaned forward on the table, though just out of Lilly's reach. "Was it about how she sleeps like a bat again? Or how she likes to climb the walls like a spider? Because we already know that, and it's kinda weird—"

Alex exhaled and rubbed the back of her neck. "I don't think you want to know. She said I'm her apprentice now, though."

"Oh, you poor kid," the blonde shook her head and stood. "I'm going to tell Beca to prepare the funeral."

With those words, she left the room, taking the packet of cookies with her, and a rather frightened Emily came to stand by Alex and Stacie, as far away from Lilly as possible. She was not nearly as used to her as the other girls were, it seemed.

"So," Stacie drew out the word, turning toward the two. "Alex, Legacy, what brings you two to the kitchen?"

"We thought there would be something interesting going on," piped up Emily, before chancing a glance at the girl on the table. "Just not...that interesting. And I wanted some cookies, but…"

"Yeah, you're never getting those back," the oldest brunette peered over at Alex. "And what did you want?"

"Same as her, to see something interesting," Alex nodded at Emily, before pausing and adding cheekily, "Except I was hoping there'd be a stripper to celebrate my arrival."

"That can be arranged," Stacie grinned at her and leaned in very close; Alex stepped forward abruptly and pecked her on the lips. She, too, was sporting a grin as Stacie pointed at her. "I think I like you, Mitchell number two."

"Don't expect anymore from me," the cousin of her captain laughed. "That's all you're gonna get, Legs. I want a friend, not a hookup. Think you can manage?"

"I don't know," the Bella pondered, tapping her chin in thought. "He's a hunter." However, her lips quirked up again and she held out her hand. "Oh, well. Friends it is, hot stuff."

Alex shook her hand. "Friends it is." She glanced back at Emily for a moment. "Think of anything for us to do yet?"

"No," Emily shook her head, before her eyes lit up. "Yes! We can gather everyone together, and you can sing something for us to audition!"

Alex Mitchell took one look at Stacie's mischievous face and bolted.

~~~xxx~~~

"Why're you in my room, Shawshank two-point-oh?"

"I'm hiding because I don't want to audition, and I think Stacie is going to drag me down there," Alex supplied.

Fat Amy studied her with squinted eyes, nodding and "Hmming" to herself as though she were a therapist. Finally, she paused. "So you want a place to chill out and not get found."

"Yes."

There was another pause. "Too bad. STAC—"

Alex dove atop the older girl and clamped a hand over her mouth; Fat Amy merely rolled on top of her, snickering when she yelped. "C'mon, no fair!"

"It's gonna cost ya if you want my silence, Murderer's Apprentice."

"Fine," the brunette grumbled, and handed her a ten dollar bill when she moved away. "Not a word to anyone, or I'll be out to get you later."

"Whatever you say." The blonde only grinned.

~~~xxx~~~

"But I don't want to!"

Alex had been hiding successfully for over two hours until Beca had entered the room, which she coincidentally shared with Fat Amy, who had conveniently forgotten to tell her of this fact. Needless to say, when her cousin had found out about the others wanting her to audition, Beca could not have resisted the opportunity.

"Stop whining, Lex," Beca rolled her eyes at her cousin and tugged harder on her arm. She could not help the fond smile curling on her lips, however. "If I remember right, you used to be a good singer, and that's what you were doing when you showed up this morning."

"This is different!"

"It isn't." The shorter of the two tugged her into the living room, where everyone was already waiting; Chloe sat in the very center, looking scarily serious.

Emily sat off to the side, and Alex glowered half-heartedly at her, before being shoved before everyone by Beca, who perched herself on an armrest.

"Alright," Chloe started somberly. "Sing something. Anything."

"But—"

"Sing."

Alex did not know why her confidence would leave her now, but then again, it sometimes did at the most inopportune of times. Just earlier she was swaying to her music and serenading her cousin's friends, but now, her mind went blank. She could not properly think of anything at the moment, much less a song.

However, her mouth opened of its own accord, and out came this (when it really probably shouldn't have, but it had been stuck in her head for days, so it really could not be helped):

"It's been three weeks since you've been looking for your friend
The one you let hit it and never called you again
'Member when he told you he was 'bout the Benjamins
You act like you ain't hear him then gave him a little trim
To begin, how you think you really gon' pretend
Like you wasn't down then you called him again
Plus when you give it up so easy you ain't even fooling him
If you did it then, then you probably f*** again
Talking out your neck sayin' you're a Christian
A Muslim sleeping with the gin
Now that was the sin that did Jezebel in
Who you gon' tell when the repercussions spin
Showing off your ass 'cause you're thinking it's a trend
Girlfriend, let me break it down for you again
You know I only say it 'cause I'm truly genuine
Don't be a hardrock when you're really a gem
Babygirl, respect is just a minimum
Niggas f***ed up and you still defending them
Now Lauryn is only human
Don't think I haven't been through the same predicament
Let it sit inside your head like a million women in Philly, Penn.
It's silly when girls sell their soul because it's in
Look at where you be in hair weaves like Europeans
Fake nails done by Koreans
Come again
Come again, come again, come again, come again

Guys you know you better watch out
Some girls, some girls are only about
That thing, that thing, that thing!"

Alex stopped when she noticed that everyone was staring at her, and she coughed. "Uh, yeah, there it was. I'm just gonna—"

She made to slip out of the room, but was suddenly tackled by Chloe, who wrapped her up in a tight hug and squealed, exclaiming, "No, no, you're in! You're in!"

"Kinda...crushing...me…"

"Oh, sorry!" Chloe backed away, but the grin on her face proved to be infectious, because soon, nearly everyone was sporting the same expression and congratulating her.

"Girl, we're gonna get along just fine," Cynthia-Rose told her as she brushed by, following after Fat Amy, who had screamed something about a party at the Treble House.

Lilly had whispered to her, almost inaudibly, "Good, very good…" in a way that sent a shiver up her spine; however, she deemed then that she liked the girl (though she did not quite know why), no matter how weird she was.

Soon, it was only Beca, Chloe, Emily, and Alex left; Emily sprung at Alex to give her a hug, but tripped along the way and sent them both sprawling.

Alex was suddenly very aware of the body parts pressing into her own and lightly pushed Emily off of her; however, she did turn and give the younger girl a smile.

"I get the sentiment," she told the other brunette, who grinned back sheepishly, cheeks tinted pink, and they both accepted a hand up from Chloe and Beca respectively. Once on her feet, she felt a spark of excitement ignite within her. "Now, how about we party?"

Chloe whooped loudly, grabbed her by the arm, and drug her out the door, leaving an amused Beca to pull a still embarrassed Emily along after them.