Her throat burned, a rough and ripping sensation that she could only attribute to being stabbed. Of Course, Chloe had never been at the mercy of a knife-wielding maniac. But part of her felt like this was what it would be like. The nagging throb at the back of her mind was enough to cause a hissing growl to tear through her chest.
The fabric that was under her fingernails was soft, stretching in an attempt to stay stitched while she wrapped her fingers around the collar. The scent that filled her lungs was sweet, almost too sweet. It reminded her of watching a baker craft a designer cake. The icing was the best, most delicate part. Too pretty to consume, but not pretty enough to keep away from.
The boy that cowered under her grasp was never one that she had seen before. His breath was hot and sour against her awaiting lungs. His glasses were fogged with her own breath, a look of terror pressing roughly against his features as the red-head glowered.
She couldn't explain it; the feeling of power the rushed roughly through her veins as she struggled to fight against it. Her eyes itched and burned almost as much as her jaw did, breath uneven and struggled as she placed her knees firmly between his legs. Her free hand right above his shoulder.
The sky was inky, half of a moon illuminating the little hallway that was open between the auditorium and the student offices. It was a good shortcut during the day and an even better hiding place at night.
Chloe growled deeply with each heavy breath. She didn't' sound human anymore. Not as the freshman cowered below her. The primal need for a hunt, the need to let everything single thing that she had been pushing down the last couple of days. She had no idea what she was doing but knew her next decision was a bad one.
"What the hell are you?" He mustered, voice breaking.
She girl smirked, her canines dripping with saliva as her mouth watered. She could smell him, feel him squirming under her touch. She didn't say anything, her eyes a deep and primal crimson compared to the pale moon that gave her a bit of light. She wouldn't need it. Her inhuman instinct was rough and dominating.
"Have you ever been with a woman, Alex?" She purred, pressing herself closer to the guy. He was in her physic's class, he never talked, never even took notes. He just sat there and faked his way through the exams when they popped up. He had a cocky and unforgivable attitude about him. One that had always bothered Chloe.
"What?" He stammered out, voice barely above a squeak.
He was crying trying to stifle the tears that were streaking against his flushed-out cheeks. His whole body was shaking, the scent of his fear enticing as she brought her lips close to his jawline, kissing the tender skin gently as he let out a small whimper. She was taught to never play with her food, but in this case, she was making an exception.
"Chloe, please."
She barely heard him as she quickly pressed her teeth into the large vein right underneath his chin. He let out a sharp gasp, swallowing roughly as his words were cut off by the sure pain that was moving across his body. He was frozen- in terror or just because she kept him there so expertly like a cat playing with its catch.
The blood wasn't the same as the hospital bag she had torn through a couple of days earlier. It was warmer, warm and filling. She could almost taste the fear that he experienced laced with a sweetness that she couldn't quite explain, the crimson syrup dripping down her chin and onto her shirt. No, it wasn't the same. It was better- her heart still pounding in her ears as she ran her tongue over the puncture wounds she had created.
Alex let out a small whimper as he clenched his eyes shut, finally going limp under the senior's grasp. She couldn't hear a heartbeat other than hers, but that didn't seem to matter at the moment. Not when that rough fire was finally extinguished. It was the first ounce of relief that she had received since this whole entire thing started.
The girl pulled away, a deep snarl still in her throat as she dragged her hand lazily against her red-stained mouth. He collapsed into a pile on the ground, Chloe's pajama pants suddenly not as warm as she remembered- the red plaid designs giving her more mercy than the white t-shirt that was now soaked in blood like it was sweat.
She woke up with a start, sweat pressing against every inch of her body as the cooling effect of a dark room. The sound of Aubrey's desk fan was the only sound that she could hear, the blonde couldn't' sleep without it and her counterpart had grown to enjoy the white noise herself.
Chloe was panting, the dry cotton taste in her mouth as she propped herself up in the darkness. Her vison cut right through it, though. She had kicked her blankets away from her, the nightmare a sharp and clear one as she blinked a few times, trying to calm her nerves.
She was drenched, feeling damp an uncomfortable in her pajama's as she let out a thick sigh and rested her head lazily on her doorframe. Her roommate was fast asleep, her dull snores enough to lull Chloe back into a half-state of sleep. She was still sitting up, legs pressed against her chest as she rested her chin on them. A slight snore escaped her parted lips as she calmed.
It didn't' last long, a bright and blinding light filled the room as the door busted open. It was enough to get the young girl to draw a sharp breath into her lungs. Aubrey shot up herself, shuffling against the blankets as her lanky fingers wrapped around the padded end of a golf club that she kept by her nightstand. She raised it- fighting stance as both girls panted and stared at a wide-eyed Beca.
She was in her pajama's- a black tank-top and short shorts, the color a deep purple that Chloe would question more if she wasn't so startled by the sudden outburst. The angry and unforgivable look on the woman's face caused more concern.
"What the actual fuck?!" Aubrey hissed, her stance not wavering as Beca huffed.
"Did you have fun tonight, Chlo?" The shorter woman asked with little humor in her voice.
The ginger shook her head in confusion, not sure what to say as she parted her lips slightly. She didn't understand why exactly her cat had busted into the room without any warning so late into the night. How no one had heard the commotion. She knew that Stacie had a tendency to wave people through, but even she wouldn't fall for Beca just walking in so late.
Aubrey's eyes darted towards her friends, that slate gaze filled with terror as her stance faltered. Blood. There was a lot of it, smeared against her friend's lips and roughly etched into her clothing. She must have been hurt or in pain. That's why she wasn't responding. The woman thought quickly, the prospect of her friend hurting anything or anyone not crossing her mind.
"Aubrey, go to the library." The brunette didn't take her fire-filled gaze away from her counterpart.
"What?" The blonde breathed out, too startled to protest with some snarky remark. "No! It's 3am, and who the hell do you think you are just bursting in here in the middle of th-"
Her speech dwelled as Beca ripped the golf club easily from her grasp, just as she had done so easily with the taster the first night the girls met. She threw it to the side, staring into the hardened eyes of Aubrey. "You're a pain in my ass, you know that, Posen? Go to the fucking library."
The blonde swallowed roughly. She didn't' say anything as she shoved passed the smaller girl and into the hallway. She was barefoot, but that didn't really seem to matter. Not to her, not at that moment. The younger girl knew Aubrey would hardly make it to the library, instead, she would lounge around by Stacie's desk to share what had just happened- Chloe wasn't sure how strong Beca's pull was, but she knew her friend would have trouble resisting it.
The tiny woman let out another growl, one that rose from her chest as she started pacing back and forth. "You know, this is all my fault? I shouldn't have left you alone. It was stupid."
Chloe knit her eyebrows together as she gazed down at her hands. She hadn't realized them in the dark- her fingers shaking under the pressure of raising anxiety. Her mouth was dry like she had swallowed some cotton balls. The rustic brown liquid coated almost every inch of her skin.
"Beca," She whispered, voice barely above an audible tone. Tears were starting to press against the edge of her eyes. A rough feeling quelled in her chest as she sniffed, the woman fidgeting in front of her halted, cocking a brow. "I thought it was a dream."
Beca's gaze softened a bit.
"Alex is dead, isn't he?" She sniffed.
Chloe had just gotten a chance to take in Beca's appearance, her busting in like that didn't give her much room to peruse the girl. Her skin was coated with different grass stains as thick soil took up most of the fabric that covered her body. She looked tired. She probably was tired.
"Oh my god," She whispered, her voice choked and fragile as she pushed herself away from the sweat-stained mattress. Beca watched her carefully as walked into the small shared restroom that the dorm beside them used as well. The shared showers were enough for the school- the board finally agreeing that privacy was allowed in some aspects.
She tried to stifle her sobs as she flicked on the cold water and struggled to scrub the stains away from her palms. She was shaking, hyperventilating as her chest shook against the overwhelming emotions. "I-I don't remember what happened. I was here, sleeping. I know I was sleeping. I didn't even get out of bed. There was no fucking way I could have killed someone. Not Alex. Holy Fuck, his little sister-"
"Chloe," The girl soothed as she placed her hand on the faucet, pressing down slightly until the water stopped collecting against he muddy porcelain. The ginger was openly weeping now, her lip quivering. Her sobs interrupted any type of need to breathe as she collapsed into Beca's arms, trying to forget about the rustic scent that plagued her.
The smaller girl held her up with little to no effort. Her fingers dug into the sides of Chloe's shirt, squeezing her as close as she possibly could to keep the girl from crying. It was something she was worried about. She swallowed roughly as she breathed in Chloe's scent. It was distorted but still filled with lemon and vanilla.
"It's okay," Beca whispered, Chloe curled up against the girl's chest. She knew all of this was too much, the ginger was listening to her calm and steady heartbeat. It was easier to block everything out that way- her warmth overwhelming despite the fact that both women were inherently freezing. "It'll be okay."
"How will any of this be okay?" The girl finally squeaked, her crying calmed down to a dull buzz.
"It's part of what we are, Chloe." Beca tried carefully. "There is no avoiding the need to hunt. The need to kill. Your mind may have been fighting that off, but your body still gave in to what it craved."
"Can I stop it?" She said, barely above a breath.
"No," The reply was short. "No, you can't."
[A/N: Oh damn, things are getting heated.]