The chair groaned under Chloe's weight, her heart pounding roughly against the inside of her wrist as she kept her eyes trained on a stupid motivational poster. It was a cat, it's black and grey stripes complimenting big green eyes. They were stormy, the kitten's claws digging into the bark as the text right above those perky ears read hang in there.
Chloe couldn't' take it seriously. Maybe that type of thing cheered her up when she was getting her teeth cleaned in 5th grade, but now it seemed demeaning. She was a grown woman with her heart in her stomach as she sat in a doctor's office. The scent of antiseptic and blood was overwhelming- her stomach clenching.
"How much do you need?" The woman across from her asked, keeping the tip of her pen in her mouth. She had a pensive look on her face, biting down on the soft blue plastic. Chloe didn't' know the answer to that question, but she had learned pretty quickly that she couldn't waver with this woman.
The first time she met Gail, she wasn't herself. Not her true self. Of course, she wasn't sure what she was capable of now but she knew enough about the tainted doctor just by getting a good glance at her. "Four pints."
"Right," She sat forward, pressing the metal tip of the ink pen to a piece of paper as she wrote down something the girl couldn't completely distinguish. "That seems fair. I need four ounces back from you. Which shouldn't take much away from your energy considering."
Chloe drew in a breath, sinking into the leather seat as she bit the inside of her lip. She could taste the metallic edge that danced across her tongue but didn't say a word. She still hated needles, not really registering the process the first time. The woman across from her was quick to sense the worry.
"Does Beca know you're here, Chloe?"
"Do I have to inform her of everything?" Her tone was sharp and rigid. "I'm not her pet."
The woman hummed as she started to move through her cabinets as she fished out a kit to draw blood. Her fingers were accurate as she slid on the indigo gloves that fit so easily over outstretched fingers. She wasn't shocked by how hostile the girl was, instead, she just lifted her chin, getting Chloe to scoot closer.
She let out a shaky sigh as she outstretched the bulk of her arm over the corner of the desk, staring into those deep and soul revealing eyes that the cat poster had to offer. She didn't want to watch Gail break skin. The slight pinch against her arm made her wince, scrunching up her features in dismay as she averted her gaze to her boots instead.
Beca would murder her if she found out she was dealing with the devil. The girl was holed up in her math class right now, not keeping a firm tab on Chloe as she wandered away from the campus and into what the shorter girl would deem a trap.
Chloe didn't care at this point, the biting hunger that pulled at the corner of her mind had only grown since she killed Alex. A boy that she struggled to push to the side. He was someone she could never forget. The look of fear in his eyes felt like a dream, but it wasn't.
"It scares me that I liked it," Chloe whispered, knowing Gail wouldn't ask too many questions.
She had seen the missing posters taped to the street lights and heard about the little seminar the college was holding just to teach a new form of safety after another kid vanished into thin air. The doctor looked the other way, just like half the town did- still very aware of their little vampire problem.
"It shouldn't, Chloe." She said, voice softer "It's in your nature to kill now. You're used to the fresh taste of blood and Beca wants to mute that."
"you're saying she's not good for me?" Chloe knit her eyebrows together, regretting the decision to glance up from the ground. It was a fair and simple question that needed to be answered soon. She felt a wave of nausea fill her at the sight of a needle sticking out from a blue vein.
"No," She older woman chuckled, pressing a cotton cloth over the edge of the needle before slipping the metal edge out, a tight ache filling Chloe. "I'm saying she's all you know."
Their footfalls echoed against the thick brick walls, a stilled silence between the two as Chloe pressed the pink plastic spoon into the soft serve. She wasn't usually this simple, never only sticking to vanilla but she asked her friend to grab whatever she wanted- knowing full and well Aubrey would stick with the two original flavors.
She had been sick to her stomach since the hospital, ironically of course. Her free hand was shoved in her pocket as she thought about how much she would rather stay in her dorm room- with Beca curled into her side.
The two of them hadn't talked about the day they spent in each other's arms, but they continued to push forward, drowning in their classes and keeping to themselves. Aubrey had pulled her away from the comfort of her own dorm and out into the city for the night- she had relented to a movie and some soft serve but was close to having enough.
"Hey Chlo," The taller blonde spoke up, licking the edge of her lip as she caught a spare drop of ice cream that dripped from the spoon. "Can we talk?"
"We've been talking all night, Bree." She laughed sarcastically, knowing exactly what they were about to discuss. The odd behavior and the late nights. Aubrey would push her towards blaming it all on the alternative girl that suddenly showed up in her life- which she was tempted to do herself.
"You know what I mean," She playfully pushed Chloe's shoulder, a smile still on her face. "You've just been different lately…"
"A bad different?"
"A confusing one." The blonde stopped, pressing her fingers to the edge of her hairline as she shoved her empty cup into the metal trash can. It made an odd and hollow sound as she quickly moved her palm back into her pocket to preserve warmth. "You and Beca make my head feel fuzzy, I think."
Chloe nodded, her mouth dry. She knew the brunette had a certain type of pull that she was reluctant to teach the redhead. Part of her knew why it threw people off to be controlled in the way that Aubrey had been- the library incident was something Chloe had shoved off too.
"I'm a very confident person," She continued carefully "But for some reason, it's taken me weeks to work up the nerve just to talk to you."
"Aubrey," The shorter girl reached her hand up, squeezing her friends palm softly. "You know you can talk to me about anything…"
"What happened that night?" her deep grey gaze was glossy, nose stuffed quickly with a combination of emotion and chilled night air.
There was a still silence between the two as she let out a deep breath, averting her gaze down to her boots once more. "Aubrey, I died."
[A/N: Oh my god, so is Chloe about to spill everything to Aubrey? It's about damn time.]
