A/N: So, this was my favorite of all of these to write. It was just really easy for me to write this and I loved every second of this. I could definitely imagine turning this into an actual fic, so if you liked it let me know because I'd love to do it! Enjoy!

Prompt: AU

Summary: Chloe has been a vampire hunter for years and thinks nothing of killing a vamp because it's for the greater good of mankind. At least until a vampire with big blue eyes and amazing DJ skills saves her life and makes her rethink everything. Pitch Perfect set in the Blade universe.

Part Five: No One Will Ever Love You

Titanium is her hunting jam. She bobs her head as the bass pounds in her ears and somehow it makes this whole thing a little easier to swallow. You would think that after being a hunter for four years, killing vamps would be second nature to her, but it's something that you can never get used to. The bruises and the scrapes can heal, but staking a body and watching it crumble into dust in front of your very eyes? That's something that never goes away.

You may also think that hunting vampires with ear buds in is a recipe for disaster, but it worked for her big sister for years and Chloe isn't afraid of death. In a world like this, with so much hurt and poverty and depravity, death wasn't the worst thing that could happen to someone. She had seen the worst that a person could become and as she flicked the UV arc shut and stamped her boots on the fuming bones under her feet, she knew that she would take herself out if it ever happened to her. No questions asked.

If she couldn't do it herself, her sister or her husband would take care of it for her and somehow, that's kind of comforting. She had learnt how to hunt from the best and to know that they wouldn't let her suffer under the fang is the best insurance policy that a girl could have.

Abigail Whistler and Hannibal King, the best vampire hunters in the country and her teachers. They had fought alongside Blade in what they thought was the final solution to the vampire problem, but somehow the cure hadn't been strong enough and they had only grown stronger as their immune systems adapted to the effects of the toxin. After seeing how hard her sister was fighting against this problem, there was no way that Chloe couldn't become a hunter and had shown up at their base the day after her eighteenth birthday ready to start her training. She had never looked back or regretted that decision for a single second.

She was helping people from suffering from the same fate as many that had already fallen and somehow, that justified the killing and allowed her to sleep somewhat easily at night. It wasn't a perfect life, but it worked for her and that was all that mattered.

She had been hunting all night and her limbs were aching and her body was covered with dried blood, but none of that mattered because the sun was coming up and she was going home. These quiet moments as the city lingered between dusk and dawn were her favorite and she could hear her boots crunching over leaves as she trudged home.

She had long since turned off her music, preferring to only listen to it while hunting to set a certain mood, and her guard was down. She knew that it wasn't safe, but sometimes she just wanted to seem like any other twenty-two year old in the bustling city. Save from the blood caked on her tight black jeans and the weapons stashed on her body, she looked like a college student and that kind of excited her. If the world wasn't like this, she could see herself studying medicine so she could help people, but instead this was her way of giving back and maybe it wasn't such a bad life. Maybe.

Her base was in an abandoned warehouse outside of the city and to get there, she had to pass through the grungiest parts of Atlanta. She could remember when this was a nice place to live, but as the vampires grew in numbers and the murders increased, the small town grew dark with scandal and bloodshed and no one in their right mind would raise a child here.

Her parents had raised her just outside of the local college, Barden University, and she could remember the first time a death from a vampire attack made the news. She had been seventeen years old and watched as her sister gripped the arm of the couch as the anchor on the television told of the death of a college professor from the university. His name was Warren Mitchell and he had been murdered in front of his wife and daughter in his home a few blocks from the university. The bodies of himself and his wife were found in his house surrounded by blood on the floor, but his daughter was nowhere to be found and the community panicked as it all suddenly hit home. Abby had been five minutes too late to save the Mitchells and that night she hugged her sister a little tighter, knowing that something terrible probably happened to their daughter and that she was only a few years younger than her little sister.

The world wasn't a friendly place any longer.

The bass was pounding from The Garage as she walked on by and if it wasn't so dangerous, she would love to be able to venture inside and dance along with the music and just let loose for one night. She lingered outside of the building for a moment, tapping her boot on the ground to the sound of Bulletproof and closing her eyes for a few seconds. This was one of her favorite songs and as the beat started to pick up, her heart began to race and her hand clenched around the gun in her pocket, her finger pulsing on the trigger as she escaped for a moment.

Just as she started to slip away into hunter mode, Release Me kicked into the song and Chloe froze while sparks danced in front of her eyes. Whoever had made this mix was really good and she wanted to stand there all night and just listen. She loved music so much and the transition from song to song and the building strings and this voice, this unfamiliar voice that was so beautiful as it cut through in the background, was enough...to make her forget for a moment.

One moment was too long in the life of a hunter.

Firm hands were wrapped around her back and pulling her into the club, dragging her viciously as she kicked and tried desperately to gain access to one of her guns or a stake. This shouldn't have happened and as she was shoved onto a metal table with a thud that ached in her skull, she knew that she was dead. There was no way that she would escape from this notorious vampire hangout, especially when she was alone and had no access to her weapons. She just wished that they would spare her and murder her instead of turning her. Anything would be better than a life like this.

She recognized the boys holding her captive and if her jaw wasn't aching from the beating, she would spit at them. The arms that had pulled her into the building belonged to Donald, the right-hand man to the leader of this pack, and he had been the one that had threw her onto the table and ordered her to keep still.

Unicycle had been the one that had administered the beating and as he grinned down at her and flicked her blood off of his knuckle, she almost lost the contents of her stomach. He was ridiculously good looking and she felt like such a girl for finding him handsome even though he would find great pleasure in ripping open her neck and draining the blood from her body. This business sucked.

"What kind of name is Unicycle?" Chloe spat out, blood rolling from her lips and pooling on her shirt. "That's really bad ass, but I guess you can't expect much from scum."

He considered laughing for a moment, but realized a moment later that she wanted to kill him and shook the smile off of his face as his fist connected with her nose, breaking it instantly and throbbing as blood poured onto his hand. She didn't make a sound though and he almost respected her as he lifted his fist to his mouth and licked the blood off of it. Almost.

"I'm surprised you guys haven't tried to rape me by now. I know how you assholes roll and your boss is a real prick. You like to torture your prey before you finally kill them, cowards."

"Will you shut her up, Uni? Jesus Christ, you have one job!" Donald growled out as he guarded the door.

"Hey, why don't you do it?" Unicycle pounced at him, gripping his shirt and pushing him against the wall as they glared at each other. "Why do I always have to be the muscle? Do you think I like hitting a girl."

"She's not a girl, she's a hunter and-"

"Are you girls still fighting over this bitch?" A man's voice announced as he strolled into the room. Chloe could recognize that sarcastic tone anywhere and as he smirked at her and pulled off his fancy red jacket, she felt her skin crawl.

Bumper Allen, the leader of this pack of vampires and one of the biggest assholes she had ever had the pleasure of hunting. She was as good as dead.

His hands were coated in her blood, but he wasn't stopping. His hands were rough around her neck and as she gasped for breath and tried desperately to stay awake, the look in his eyes sent shivers down her spine. He wasn't going to let her go. He was going to take her to the very brink and then turn her, keeping her as a pet and making the rest of her life a nightmare. That couldn't happen.

"Just kill me, you prick."

"No way, Beale", Bumper shot back while tightening his fists around her neck. "I'm going to keep you here and when your slut sister and her dumbass husband finally come looking for you, we'll be ready. You'll have front row seats when I rip out her throat and bleed her dry."

"Fuck you!" Chloe gasped, her lungs aching now as her body fought to keep breathing.

"Fuck me? Oh, they'll be plenty of time for that later, my pet. I can't wait to bite you and to watch you turn. To hear you scream as it takes over your body. I'm going to get the biggest-"

"What the fuck?!" Donald shouted as the booming bass started back up in the club. "What is that little bitch-"

A fist hit the side of his face and knocked him out, sending him toppling to the floor with blood dripping from his temple. Bumper's hand left her neck immediately and Chloe gasped for breath as she crawled backwards on the table and watched the scene unfold around her.

A tall young man with blonde hair was ramming Unicycle's face into the wall and as he passed out, he looked up at her and managed a small grin in her direction.

"Luke!" Bumper shouted, pulling a gun from his belt and aiming it at his heart. "How did you get out of your cell?"

"I have my ways. No get out of my way before I knock you out too. I have-"

Before he could reach for the shank hidden in his pocket, the shot echoed in the room and Luke collapsed to the ground with blood pooling under his body, killed instantly.

Chloe knew that her time was limited and as Bumper turned around, she grabbed the first weapon she could find and dug a knife into his side. He hollered in pain and reached for his gun before another fist flew out of nowhere and struck him in the face, knocking him out and sending his body sinking to the floor.

She was saved.

When Chloe looked up, she was surprised to see a girl standing across from her, looking down at her fist and trying not to smile in shock at what she had done. She knew that she was dead when Bumper finally awoke, but it had been nice to finally hurt him after being his toy for over two years.

"Who are you?" Chloe asked, her voice scratchy from her aching throat. "Are you a vampire?"

"Not by choice", the girl responded with a shaky voice. "He turned me two years ago. I was playing a gig here and I didn't know what he was or what this place was. If I would have known..."

"You couldn't have known", Chloe replied softly. "You're not a hunter and it's not something that's talked about."

"They killed my father! I should have known."

Chloe froze, suddenly remembering the girls' face from the story that had been run on the news countless times. This was Beca Mitchell, the girl her sister hadn't been able to save.

"I know who you are", Chloe responded meekly. "You're Beca Mitchell. They killed your father in front of you and your mother. They never found you."

"She was my step-mother", Beca spat out bitterly. "So, now that you know who and what I am, why don't you do both of us a favor and just kill me? I know that you're a hunter and I know what you're supposed to do to me. Just get it over with so this asshole doesn't have the pleasure of doing it himself."

Chloe fished for the gun in her pocket and pulled it out, her hands shaking as she pointed it at Beca and let her finger rest on the trigger. She knew what she had to do, but as the girls' lip quivered ever so slightly and the tears filled her eyes, Chloe knew that she was different and that she couldn't do this to her. She would do what her sister had done for King many years ago; she would save her.

"Please, just shoot me. I don't want to live like this anymore, I'm a monster."

"I can cure you. It'll hurt like hell and I can't guarantee that it'll work, but let me have a chance to fix you. Don't make me shoot you after all of this."

"Why would you do that for me?" Beca asked, her eyes dripping now and her hands trembling as she clenched them into fists. "I'm a vampire and you don't even know me."

"Because you saved me and because I know that you're not a monster. You could have killed me yourself, but you didn't and I owe you my life. Let me do this for you", Chloe said quietly, her head bowing as she reached out for Beca's hand. "Let me finally see something good come from all of this. Please."

Beca pondered over the request for a moment and nodded her head meekly as she moved closer to the hunter. She hated living like this and wanted desperately to just be put out of her misery, but there was something about this girl and the glint in her clear blue eyes that told her that maybe she would be okay. That maybe she could have hope.

"What's your name? I think I should know the name of the person rescuing me from this place, so I can at least thank you."

"I'm Chloe Beale. Now, let's get out of here before this dirt bag wakes up and kills us both."

Beca let the redhead take her hand in hers and as they ran out of the building and kept to the shadows as the sun started to come up, Beca let herself dream for the first time in years.

Maybe there was some good in this world after all.