Bechloe vampire/supernatural fic, with multiple pairings. Likely to be a long one. Thoughts?

I curl my fingers around the banister tightly, gazing down at the tiny courtyard below. Even from where I stand, I can sense the life down there. The blood that pulses through thick veins... Somebody having a late night stroll, or perhaps stumbling back to their dorm drunkenly, clinging onto the arm of a friend. Most of the population of this dull, dismal college are sleeping; too wrapped up in their childish love of the sun to consider the splendour of the night.

But down there, amongst the shrubs, is a person. I can smell his scent on the air: cheap cologne, sweat, and alcohol. There is also the sour tang of vomit, and I retch silently, narrowing my eyes. As silent as the shadows, I begin making my way towards the smell, wrinkling my nostrils. Although I do not want to lose his scent, as I am growing so, so thirsty, the stench of him is growing almost too much for me. Amongst the other foul scents, there is a smell that calls to me. The smell of life.

I flit my way across the deserted courtyard to where he lies wretchedly, sprawled out on the ground and coughing up vomit. He reeks, but there is little I can do now. My thirst for his life's blood is pulling at me, and there is little I can do to control myself.

My prey is older than me, by the look of him, and much fatter. His brown hair is cropped short, and his large t-shirt is stained with vomit. Despite his appearance, I smirk to myself. He is easy prey: drunk half to death, and practically unconscious. I won't even have to chase him. Pity. That adds a great deal of fun to the drinking... But I have little choice.

I crawl over to his body, lying there on the ground. He gazes up at me with sleepy, swimming eyes; his plump lips open and close. Is the mortal trying to make out words? He lets out a drunken giggle and lies back, his eyelids closing. The man begins to snore, his head falling backwards... and exposing his neck. The flesh is so tantalising, so tender... I feel my incisors tingling inside my mouth and lean forwards, so that my face is inches away from his flesh. The smell of him is vile, and I make a face of disgust as my lips meet his neck and I sink my teeth into the skin.

My victim grunts in his sleep as I dig my fangs deeper, finding a plump vein as best I can. Then, with a guttural moan, I begin to drink. Oh, I've been so thirsty. Ever since my "father" insisted I come to this college, despite the fact I told him again and again that it was not a good idea for me to do so, I've been starving myself. Staying in my room and watching my Asian roommate, Kimmy Jin, as she sleeps. Trying to avoid staring at the throbbing vein in her neck, pulsing with the blood that I need.

I finish quickly, stopping before I drain him completely. If there is one thing I learned from my sire those two years ago, is that you should never drink somebody to death. Drinking from the body of a corpse can kill a vampire, contrary to the crucifix and stake belief.

Pulling my fangs from his neck, I take one last, dispassionate look at the twin holes on his neck and get to my feet, wiping the blood from my mouth. I've always been a "Messy Eater", and today is no exception. He will most likely bleed to death... I rummage in the pocket of my long coat for a moment, searching for my scalpel. They are far easier to conceal than knives, and far easier to explain if caught. I take the object in question out of my pocket and run it across the now pale skin of his neck, carefully erasing the mark my fangs made. Unless I want vampire rumours going about on campus, I must be careful. Burning bodies, slitting throats... Whatever needs to be done.

I put the now blood spattered scalpel back in my pocket and roll my shoulders back, before shifting my hood carefully. It wouldn't do to be spotted. Although barely anyone knows of my existence, as I tend to skulk in my dorm room for most of the day and only leave at night, there's always the chance that Kimmy Jin might fess me up. She looks at me strangely enough already when I come back in the early hours of the morning and settle into bed, shrugging off her glare with calm ease.

As stealthily as I can, I begin to walk back in the direction of my dorm room. I've had my fill for the night, and it's going to become morning soon enough. If the sun comes up while I am outside, it will melt the flesh right off my bones. I have to be careful, for fear of being burnt to cinders.

It is only when I reach the door to the Baker Hall dorm that I feel somebody watching me, and pause, pricking my ears up. Am I imagining it? Flaring my nostrils, I try my best to get a scent... Nothing. I can't smell anything. But I'm almost certain that someone is watching me... Slowly, I pull the scalpel back out of my pocket and grip it in my hand. If someone's coming... I'll be ready for them.

"That tiny scrap of metal won't hurt me, you know."

I whip around and let out a yell, falling backwards as I find myself face to face with somebody... A woman. Crystal blue eyes and flawlessly pale skin, with luscious curls falling down her back. There is a mischievous glint in her eyes and her lopsided smirk comes across as more playful than condescending. Still, she is standing far too close to me for comfort, and doesn't seem to have a problem with this fact. She offers a hand to help me up but I swat it away, getting to my feet. I shoot her a distrustful look, and carefully hide the scalpel up my sleeve. If I need to stab her and run...

"Killing students isn't a good idea, you know," the redhead says cheerfully, shooting me another smile. She steps even closer and I lean back. The smile on her face doesn't quite mesh with the murderous look in her eyes, and I'm going to have to be cautious. What... Who is she?

Seeing my confused stare, she laughs. "You aren't the only one who walks in the night here," she smirks. Then, realising the double meaning of her sentence, she winks. "Not sexually. So what are you then? Succubus, werewolf, some kind of demon... vampire?" the woman leans in ever closer and I back away, holding up my hands.

She giggles. "Oh, you're a vampire! I can see your teeth. I thought you were feeding from that drunken frat boy."

For a few moments I just stand there, completely unsure of what to say. Should I kill her? Is she some mortal obsessive; perhaps she has read Twilight, or is some kind of expert on the occult? But no... I can't smell her. I can't pick up the blood flowing through her veins like I would be able to with another human, or even an animal. She speaks so casually of my kind... But what is she?

"My name's Chloe," she informs me, holding out a hand. I take it a little cautiously and, as stealthily as I can, snake my fingers towards her wrist and attempt to feel for a heartbeat. It is only after ten seconds or so of searching that I realise something. She doesn't have one. I feel a burst of excitement at this new revelation. Have I found a companion? Someone who can teach me things that my sire, in his idiocy, could not?

"Beca," I reply, nodding at her, and trying not to let my excitement show. "How long have you been a-"

"Vampire?" Chloe cuts me off, batting her long eyelashes innocently. I nod dumbly. I don't think I've ever met another night-spawn quite as excitable as she seems to be; we tend to be calmer and quieter. She is shifting from foot to foot a little nervously, as if she cannot stop moving. "Ever since freshman year. I'm a senior. I've been preying on frat boys and ugly Bella Swan wannabes for three years now. It's a nice hunting ground here. Pity I'll have to move on soon."

She sighs over melodramatically. For a few moments she just stares at me, as if expecting an answer, but I just stand mutely. Eventually, after realising that I'm not going to reply, Chloe shoots me one more, rather strained smile.

"Almost morning. Ah, the only reason I haven't been kicked off my class for literally never showing up is because of all the homework I do... The professor's an idiot. Actually believes in my sunlight allergy!" she laughs. Then, she pauses, as if thinking. "You know, you should join the Barden Supernaturals. It's mostly just mortals playing around with magic and stuff, but there are a couple of people like us there. And other races. So... you think you'll give it a go?"

I shake my head, trying to abstain from rolling my eyes. The "Barden Supernaturals"? Honestly?

"Sorry, doesn't sound like my kind of thing. I'm not good at the whole socializing thing, per sé. See you around, though. Maybe we could hunt together some time."

And with that, I begin to trudge back to my dorm. Soon, people will be waking and wondering about the body of the frat boy, at which point I will be asleep. Perhaps it would have been smarter not to kill him, but that can't be helped now.