Chloe kept her gaze trained roughly on her fingers, the pale objects trembling as her breath took on the same state. The blood was gone, it's crimson clutches being washed down a joint shower drain as the girl stood there, numbly.

The water had grown cold now, unwavering as it beat flush against her skin, her breath labored as her arms rested right below the showerhead, the girl having shifted her position to gain her footing even though she was staying still. She didn't want to leave, the scent of melon soap still strong in her lungs as she clenched her jaw.

She could hear Beca's breathing outside, the girl sitting on the sink as she kept her silent edge about her. Her own mind was racing, knowing that Chloe would snap at one point or another, she just didn't think it would be this soon. The lust building up to a point of no return for the girl.

The little vampire soon willed herself to draw in a deep breath as she pushed herself away from the counter. The thick and soupy air was hot against her collarbone, fingers slick as they pushed back the shower curtain- only slightly. She grasped the plush grey towel that she had found on Aubrey's side of the room, knowing that the girl was abundantly confused about what had gone on a few hours ago.

The blonde had crawled back under her covers without so much as a word. If Beca had done her job right, she wouldn't even question her willingness for a late-night study. The ginger sucked in a deep breath as her steeled eyes widened. She didn't bother covering herself up as Beca pushed slightly on the faucet, turning the water off completely. A deep chill rocked the girl's body as the brunette draped the fabric over her friend's shoulders.

Chloe didn't mind the closeness. She felt numb, her heart still pounding in her ears as she got a good look at the girl next to her. Her lip had been busted by something, a red line cut close to the corner of her expression, the wound having healed awhile ago- but it was left with the rustic branding.

"What?" Beca asked softly, running her hands over Chloe's shoulders. She noticed the girl staring absently, those deep eyes sending chills down her spine as she tried to speak.

"Nothing," Chloe mustered. Her touch was gentle as she easily wiped the red away from her counterpart's face, Beca shockingly leaning into the warm touch that the girl had to offer. "You're bleeding."

Beca's own fingers rose up as she wrapped them around Chloe's trying her hardest not to stare down at the girl's toned body. She was built for digging a grave, obviously taking more than enough care of herself with her strict way of life. Beca's thumb pressed lightly against the girl's palm, slowly lowering her touch. "It's okay."

Chloe sniffed and nodded as the girl mentioned something about getting some clothes on her, not that she didn't' appreciate the view. The taller girl didn't' acknowledge the comment as she slowly pulled a t-shirt and sweatpants on, not bothering with a bra or underwear. She wanted to curl up, to not deal with the police tape and missing posters that were sure to surface over the next couple of weeks.

The two quietly stalked back towards the dorm room, Aubrey being fast asleep as the sun started to peak out from the broken blinds that they had hung up. Beca had changed the sheets while Chloe calmed herself earlier, the girl wanting nothing more than to be close to the brunette.

Beca's fingers pressed lightly against the edge of Chloe's ribs, the girl breathing in the soft scent that she emitted. Everything about her was docile despite her inhuman nature. Her dark eyes darted towards the sleeping girl in the bed that was parallel to the gingers. She had her hand resting lazily on her stomach, raising up and down as a bit of drool dripped past her lips.

"Come on," Beca whispered, careful not to wake anyone up. The sun started to peak through the edge of the blinds. Part of her knew that she would be spending the bulk of the day here, cradling the girl who had just made her first real kill. Aubrey most likely sleeping past her alarm.

Chloe stood quietly as Beca peeled the duvet back, moving closer to the wall as she settled in, making sure the pillow propped her up a bit as Chloe watched her every movement, her arm outstretched as she pulled her fingers towards her. "Are you just going to stand there?"

The girl shook her head before she moved, pushing past the numb feeling that radiated against her stomach. That changed as soon as Beca's skin made contact with hers. It was a soft and gentle motion. The taller girl curled up into her side, again getting a strong sense of comfort from her scent as she buried her head in the crook of Beca's neck, a blanket being draped over her as warmth tried to fight off the chilling cold.

She let out a small mix between a whimper and a sigh as Beca traced little patterns on the small of the girls back without conviction. It was a nervous habit, one that she kept with her close. The vampire always needed some type of trinket in her hands like a penny or even a die. It was enough to keep her fingers busy.

"Beca?"

"Yes, Chloe?"

"Have you ever killed anyone?"

"Yes, Chloe."

There was a dead silence in the room. It hung heavy, the brunette clenching her eyes tight, knowing that her counterpart would beg for the answer to the follow-up question that pressed against her lips. There was no point for her to deny it. No point for her to cover up something that she had regretted.

"When you become something like us," She started apprehensively. "You lose a bit of the humanity that was instilled in you since you first started to walk and talk. It's just part of the demon nature. Your old self dies when your body does."

Chloe nodded, wrapping her fingers around the fabric that bunched at Beca's chest.

"I killed someone before I was a vampire." The girl finally admitted, Chloe's breath catching. "It was an accident, but it doesn't make the pain of feeling a human life slip through your fingers any better."

"What happened?" Chloe whispered, sounding out the words, really. "If you're okay to…"

"I'm fine, it was a long time ago." Beca cleared her throat, the vibration working through her chest. "I was seventeen years old. We had a rough winter, everything was ice for miles and miles. It was bad for the crops, but for those of us who actually attended school, it was amazing. We had some time to actually be kids, you know?

"I was with my best friend, Jake. He was a promising kid. Got good marks and was really charismatic. No one thought he would be limited to sticking around in town. He was a real city kid, that one. A salesman maybe, but no farmer."

Chloe stared up at Beca as she spoke, a certain glint in her eyes.

"Jake liked skating and dragged me along with him a lot. We spent most of our afternoons there, but when winter started to fade I hated the idea. The ice didn't feel as stable, and I was right. Still, I went against my judgment and pulled him out on the lake."

She swallowed roughly.

"The ice shattered, and he went down with it. I tried to pull him towards shore, but everything was really quick. The cold was overwhelming, and he kept trying to get me to let go of him- scratching and clawing until I was bleeding. He didn't' care about his own survival, only mine. I guess he got his wish because I couldn't…. I couldn't save him."

That strong silence was back. It was just as heavy as before, if not worse. There wasn't much Chloe could muster at this point. Beca had stopped tracing those little patterns against her skin, lost in a memory she had tried so hard to bury. A memory of a death that was nothing but a slight snow day gone wrong.

"Beca, I'm so-"

"Don't say sorry," She let out a sigh, tightening her grip around the girl. "It was a tragic thing. I know that. But something changed in me that day that made me who I am. Jake wouldn't want me to dwell too long on it. Just like you shouldn't put yourself through hell over something you couldn't control."

"I could have controlled it," Chloe whispered, voice drowsy as sleep started to take its nasty hold.

"No," Beca whispered softly, pulling Chloe closer as she fell deeper into exhaustions clutches. "You couldn't have."

[A/N: Okay, so wow. Emotional? Tell me what you think! I know this was such a heavy chapter, but I put a lot into it.]