**A/N: WINNER! Okay, for all that voted for this story, congrats on its win! And if you didn't and you are still reading this, thank you so much! Just a quick reminder, this story is going to be quite angsty, there will be times you don't like ANY of the girls, and I'm sorry but I am using a very real experience with addiction to help me write this story. Chloe has an addiction and sometimes even the nicest people (Chloe) can become something completely different. Please review y'all! It helps me so much to read your thoughts, theory's and opinions! **
Numb. That was the only word that Beca could think of to describe what she was feeling. Or what she wasn't feeling. Sure, she had moments, where she was broken from her seemingly catatonic state. Jesses outburst for example two days before.
She was fully aware of what was happening but had no motivation, no strength to intervene. That is until his anger became physical and he broke the pitcher of blood.
She knew that he wouldn't have had a chance against Stacie or Aubrey if he had lost control completely. However, she was his sire and he was acting in a threatening way toward people she cared for and she couldn't stand by and let it happen.
Chloe had told her that a sire paralyzing their sired, was only used in extreme cases. She had told her she would never do that to her unless she had no other choice.
Her eyes drifted to the wall that had been covered in the blood mixture. It was clean now, but she could still smell traces of Stacie's blood.
Aubrey had paralyzed Stacie, Stacie had Paralyzed her and it was awful. It was a different kind of feeling, being punished so severely and she knew that even a strong Vampire like Stacie feared it.
She took a breath as she sat back against the couch she was on. It was meant for horrible offenses, and she had experienced it first hand, undeserved.
She knew it was wrong to want, but at the moment, all she wanted to do was bite Jesse and paralyze him. Then when he woke up, she wanted to do it again. She had done it before, twice. When Jesse attacked Aubrey, and just before she tried to drop of the edge of the cliff. She had been out of her mind with grief both times and couldn't stop herself.
Beca tore her eyes away from the wall and closed them, pinching the bridge of her nose and pulling her knees up to rest her head on.
The house was quiet. Too quiet. Stacie was in the garage doing something to her bike, Aubrey had gone into the city to look at something. She wouldn't tell Beca what it was but she didn't pry for the information either.
She didn't know where Jesse was and didn't care much. But it was quiet, and it was getting to her.
She dropped her legs and stood up, heading toward the stairs.
Chloe kept her head down as she walked through the bustle of the college campus. She didn't know why she came back to Barden, but as it had been happening, she ended up there without realizing what she was doing.
She wore a pair of jeans and a hoodie, the hood up and her red hair acting as a curtain, shielding her face. She didn't want anyone to recognize her. So far it worked and she had made it across campus without a problem.
That is, until she ran into the pond.
She stopped short and felt the air leave her lungs as she looked out over the pond at the edge of campus. The first place she and Beca had ever gone together. Initiation night, she took her there and they lost multiple hours, laying in the grass, lost in each-other.
Her stomach seemed to cramp and her chest tightened as she backed away from the pond. It was almost as if she could see them, laying in the grass.
Beca on her back, looking up at Chloe with such adoration, after only knowing each other for a few hours. She felt the tears in her eyes and she knew she had to get out of there. With a small, almost inaudible sob she flipped around and attempted to run as fast as she could from her memories.
However, she didn't get far, as she collided with someone knocking them off their feet.
"Shit, I'm sorry." She said quickly brushing away her tears and reached down taking the girls arm.
"It's okay, I was probably walking to close." She said as Chloe steadied her on her feet.
"No it was me," She said, "I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."
The girl chuckled as she dusted off her pants.
"How about we agree it was no ones fault?"
Chloe stood back and smirked. "Yeah, sounds good." She said.
"Where were you going in such a hurry? Are you okay?" She asked.
"Oh, uh, I don't know just home I guess. I'm fine." She nodded.
The girl didn't look like she believed her but she didn't push either.
"Well, it was nice running into you..."
"Oh, Chloe." She said holding her hand out.
"Nice to meet you Chloe, I'm Kyla."
Chloe smiled softly and nodded. "Okay, well I better go. See you around Chloe."
She watched as Kyla continued in the direction she had been headed. It was an odd exchange and Chloe felt her throat burn at the smell of fresh blood. She swallowed thickly and stepped back, letting her eyes drift back to the pond for just a moment, before she turned and jogged away from it, wanting to put as much distance between her and that memory as she could.
"Beca?"
Stacie walked into the house wiping grease off of her hands. The house was still, and silent as she made her way into the kitchen.
She walked over to the sink and turned the water on, holding her fingertips under it, as it warmed.
By the time she had scrubbed the bike grease off of her hands, and turned around to dry them, she had expected to be joined by Beca. However, she was still alone in the room and tossed the hand towel onto the counter as she walked out of the kitchen.
"Beca?" She called again peering into the living room. She huffed, when she found it empty. It wasn't like Beca to ignore being called for, even on her bad days, she still answered to her name being called.
Letting out a breath she grabbed the banister and made her way up the stairs, bypassing the second floor and heading for the third.
"Becs, where are you?" She called, tapping into the bond. She could feel her, she was in the house.
When she reached the door, she knocked three times quickly before pushing it open.
"Beca?" She asked stepping in. She looked around to see the bed was made neatly, and the room was just as silent as the rest of the house. She wasn't in there and hadn't been for many hours.
"Dammit Beca!" She called turning around and heading back down the stairs.
She could feel her stomach starting to feel heavy. Something was wrong.
She stopped at the second floor, outside Beca and Chloe's room. No one had even opened the door, since they returned and Beca had avoided it all together.
However, Stacie could tell she had been there recently. Very recently.
She felt guilt start to take over, for yelling and letting herself get angry at Beca intentionally ignoring her.
She knew ever since the incident with Jesse, Beca had been even more unsettled than usual. But, she wouldn't share her feelings, and neither her nor Aubrey felt right pushing her or trying to peek inside her head. So they hadn't.
Now, as she took a small breath, worried about what she was going to find on the other side of the door, she grabbed the knob and turned it.
She sighed as she stepped into the abandoned room and looked around.
"Becs?" She called softly, looking around the room. She stepped in a little further, and could feel that Beca had been in their just moments before.
It was then she saw the balcony door was slightly ajar.
She let her shoulders relax as she walked over it and pushed it open.
"Beca? You okay?" She asked stepping out into the stone floor only to be met with an empty balcony.
She threw her head back, getting frustrated with this cat and mouse game she was playing.
"Come on Beca what are you-" she stopped short at the sound of an engine roaring to life.
Her eyes widened as she recognized the sound and had just braced her hands on the edge of the balcony as her bike shot out of the garage.
"Beca!" She yelled hoisting herself up and over the edge, landing with a dull thud in the grass before taking off toward the drive way. She came to a stop as she rounded the house, hearing the sound of the bikes engine fading in the distance.
She felt her blood begin to boil and her eyes started to fade to black as she gritted her teeth and grabbed for her cell phone.
She dialed quickly and lifted it to her ear.
Aubrey answered immediately.
*"Stace? What's up?"*
"Beca, she left and she took my bike." She hissed.
"*What?!*
"I came in from working on it and I couldn't find her, I looked all over the house and finally checked hers and Chloe's room, she had been in there and jumped from the balcony. Then took off on my bike."
*"She doesn't even know how to drive a motorcycle. I'm on my way Stace, please try to stay calm.*
"Aubrey I love that girl and I understand she is in a world of pain but I swear if she crashes my bike I'll-"
Aubrey cut her off.
*I know, I know, I'm on my way, please stay calm."*
Stacie practically growled as she hung up the phone and looked down the driveway.
How Beca even managed to get to her bike without her realizing was beyond her and she clenched her jaw, trying to keep calm. She couldn't hear the bike anymore and she hoped Aubrey was fast. She also hoped she could calm down enough before they eventually caught up with her.
Beca gripped the handle bars tightly as she shot down the road. She had grabbed a pair of sunglasses and mounted the bike, praying her knowledge of riding dirt bikes as a kid would help her. Luckily it wasn't that different. The bike was heavier and she thanked her extra strength for helping her keep it upright.
She could feel the rage burning through her bond with Stacie and felt a jolt of fear go through her. She knew this was a bad idea, she knew that taking Stacie's bike was a very stupid thing to do, but she couldn't take it anymore. The house was so quiet. She was tired of the silence, she was tired of the loneliness.
She told Aubrey and Stacie to carry on with their lives and that is exactly what she wanted them to do. But, she couldn't help the loneliness she felt.
She wasn't even sure what her plan was. She grabbed the sunglasses and a credit card out of one of Chloe's purses left in the bedroom and did what Stacie showed her. She stepped off the balcony and landed in the yard below. She heard Stacie enter the room and call for her and she ignored it, heading for the garage.
The wind hit her face hard and it stung a bit but she ignored it as she focused on controlling the bike. She got off of the long road they lived on and continued on toward the freeway. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew she needed to go somewhere and she trusted her instincts.
By the time Aubrey pulled the car to a screeching halt in front of the house and Stacie got in, Beca was miles away, and they couldn't even sense her.
"Stacie I know you are upset that she took your bike, I know that thing means a lot to you but you have to keep your cool. She wouldn't have done it to upset you."
Aubrey tried to calm her as she drove back down the road.
Stacie nodded. "I know, Bree. I am livid with her, but honestly, I'm more worried than anything. She wouldn't have done this unless she felt she had too. I don't know why she didn't just come to me, or you but more than all that, I just hope she knows what she is doing and she doesn't get herself in trouble before we find her."
Aubrey reached over, grabbing her hand and squeezing it.
"You've grown." She smiled.
Stacie smirked and shook her head.
"Whatever you say."
They drove for nearly thirty minutes, before Stacie caught Becas scent.
"She's headed toward the state line." Aubrey said looking over at her.
"We left Jesse,"
Aubrey looked back toward the road and sighed, gripping the wheel. "I'm more concerned about Beca." She Said.
Stacie nodded, though she pulled out her phone and texted Jesse.
Back in the city, Jesse reached over and grabbed his phone, squinting at the screen.
*Something happened, Beca took off on my bike, we are trying to catch up with her. Stay out of trouble please, I don't know when we will be back.*
He sighed dropping his head.
"What's wrong?"
He sat up slightly and looked over at the girl lying next to him.
"Nothing," he smiled setting his phone on the night stand and rolling over pulling her against him.
"You sure?" She asked.
"I'm sure," he smiled pressing his lips to hers. They were supposed to be at work at the coffee shop, but neither of them made it. He isn't sure how but instead found himself in her apartment, in her bed, and he wasn't complaining.
He didn't ask for this life, but he had it. So he was going to make the best of it. And he wasn't going to let Aubrey and Stacie, or even Beca tell him what he could and couldn't do.