[Okay, this is such a shitty chapter, I'm sorry, it's been rough]

The mansion loomed against a slowly darkening sky, it's clouds looked almost painted. The air was slowly growing colder, Chloe not feeling the need for a jacket at all. Beca had insisted quite clearly that it would look odd for the redhead to prance around in jean shorts and a tank top, even though she didn't mind.

It would make people question her slight change in personality. Aubrey was already hot on the trail of something be off about her best friend. She didn't ask many questions though. The girl had been irritable, snapping at the little things like asking to borrow more flash-cards, or commenting on how the lab for biology was due in a few days. She eventually backed off and let her have her moment to stew.

Beca knew that it was the adrenaline. All the new feelings that rushed through her veins. Shoving a pencil into the girl's thigh wasn't the best course of action, but neither was letting her instincts peel back. The bloodlust was rough- hard for the girl to control.

The darker girl let out a small sigh as she adjusted her own coat, staring up at her home. The deep stone looked more like a castle than anything. She remembered when she built it, attempting to model it after the type of buildings she saw during a stint in Iceland. Instead, it looked like the house at the top of the hill that other kids dared their counterparts to explore.

A motorcycle was parked out front, the engine still crackling from receding heat, a thick gassed scent filling their lungs. Another black truck similar in style and make to what Chloe saw Beca driving rested in an open garage. A basketball hoop was drilled into the soft surface.

"Wait," Chloe dragged her feet, the toes of her boot pressing roughly against the cobblestone walkway. She didn't know why she was stalling, the pit in her stomach growing to the size of a golf ball. Part of it had to be attributed to the woman who was most likely resting behind that door. The one who had ripped her life away from her. It wasn't Beca, she knew it wasn't. The brooding vampire had done everything in her power to keep her safe, to keep her sane.

The smaller girl must have noticed the color in her companion's face drain slightly. It wasn't a hard task to complete. Her fingers were already shaking, and the scent of pure fear was thick in the air. "Chlo, she's not here."

"The car-"

"My brothers." She relented "Jesse doesn't really care about all of this stuff. As long as he's fed, he's happy. Alright?"

The ginger nodded softly, drawing in a sharp breath as she hung her head and followed Beca into the large house. The floor immediately echoed as they walked into the foyer. Beca's scent was pressing against every inch of Chloe's body. It made her shudder, the warmth overwhelming.

She could tell that Beca brought in a designer. Her dorm room was a far cry from the farmhouse style that decorated almost every wall. It was rustic, but modern at the same time. There was a large stone fireplace that Chloe could barely see past the large double staircase and decorated carpet. It was made out of the same material as the walkway. Everything seemed to have a perfect place.

The girl didn't' waste time heading up to her room. Chloe followed reluctantly, sticking close. She had to pick up a few more things, not having anything other than t-shirts at the college. The air was growing colder, and like she had made a point of earlier: they had to make an effort to appear normal.

A white door was propped open at the top of the stairs, the muffled sound of a gun firing in the reinks of some alien wasteland assaulted the girl's ears. A sour expression pressed against Beca's lips as she let out a sigh and leaned heavily against the white frame, trying to catch the hooded figures attention.

Her brother was curled up in a chair, popcorn and soda cans scattered around the edge of his cocoon. Beca wasn't counting on the other man that was lounging on the bed, an open pizza box to his side. He looked innocent enough, but out of place. He was pale- on edge just like her own responsibility.

"Hi," She sounded out, raising her eyebrows as she crossed her hands over her chest. Everything about this felt off to her- her brother still refusing to look her in the eyes. He was moving just fine, eyes trained on the blue tinted screen as Chloe's lips parted slightly.

"Benji?" She whispered, knowing damn well that the other man in the room heard her. He perked up, pressing some obscure button to call up a pause menu. It brought an odd silence to the room, the stranger waving dumbly as Beca's brother finally turned to focus on the visitors.

He was wearing a dark blue sweatshirt, the color growing from the olive t-shirt that was hugging his frame. Despite being hung up in this place for days he still had a bit of a glow about him. His jaw was stone cut, skin a pale color compared to other men Chloe had the pleasure of bumping into.

"Who's this?" He asked a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Oh, that's Chloe Beale. Straight A student, and all around nice person." Chloe beamed, mouthing him a 'thank you' as Beca looked at her counterpart and the new stranger that had appeared out of nowhere. The shorter girl sent him a blood curling glare. "Oh, got it. Rhetorical question."

"I could ask you the same thing, Jess." She flicked her gaze to her brother. He stood, dusting off spare crumbs from whatever junk food he had been shoving into his mouth.

"That's Benji," Chloe said, that same level of puppy excitement that she seemed to carry in the graveyard the first night seemed to fill her. It made Beca stifle a smile. She wasn't happy, but the taller woman was enough to cause her to stare. "Straight C student, and pizza delivery boy. But also a really nice person."

Beca let out a small, but sharp growl.

"That was rhetorical too, got it." Chloe blushed as she made a zipping motion against her pink lips, throwing the key behind her with a pensive look on her face. The smaller woman finally averted that icy anger to the only one related to her.

"You turned the pizza delivery boy?"

"I needed someone to play video games with." He admitted sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. "I was a little impulsive. So what? You turned some random girl that you have the hots for."

Chloe pulled air into her lungs that seemed to go unnoticed as the two newly turned vampires watched their mentors escalate when it came to the playground insults. Beca was always so calm when it came to everything. She was level-headed and focused. Jesse seemed to steal all of that away from her. He glanced around his younger sister made eye contact with the ginger.

"Did she fuck you yet, sweetie?" He hissed, it was a lot more malicious than she was expecting.

"Excuse me?" Beca cut him off, shoving her hand into his chest. "She is not some random girl. She's the only reason you're here right now."

He lifted an eyebrow quieting a bit as he looked down at his sister, chest heaving. Part of Chloe wanted him to just keep playing his video games and let them fill a few duffle bags with whatever clothes Beca had. The girl knew they were all black, but part of her hoped to walk into her room to see a pink bed-spread and floral sundresses.

"Oh," Jesse sounded out, clenching his stoic jaw. "Okay, Becs I think it's about time you get her out of here before mother dearest comes home. Alright?"

"Right," She sounded out, taking a slight step back. The atmosphere in the room quickly changed. The scent of spray can cheese was still thick in Chloe's lungs, but all humor had been sucked from the room. Beca's fingers wrapped around Chloe's as she pulled her towards the room, Benji knitting his eyebrows together as the door slowly closed behind the two girls.

"What was that about?" Chloe whispered harshly, Beca still trying to catch her temper.

"Nothing," She straightened her shoulders, lifting her chin slightly. "We just don't get along, alright?"