"You what?" Beca's voice was loud and booming against the café walls, the scent of coffee not as overwhelming as it once was for the two girls who sat in their usual corner. Chloe was unusually chipper despite the Russian Lit exam that she struggled to cram for as Beca picked at a cranberry muffin.

Her back was against the wall, head resting under a picture of a jar of honey- it's orange and golden colors amplified by the overhead light that was projected. She didn't' seem to shift against the edge of the frame that dug into her shoulder, instead, she moved one of her outstretched legs down to the floor. The other still rested on the red upholstered chair.

She smiled sheepishly as a few people returned to their own studies. Her cheeks were red as she let out a small and struggled breath, squeezing the bridge of her nose. "Chloe, this town is very aware of the undead, if I haven't stressed that enough. Crumbling under Posen's issues is not something that we can afford."

"She won't tell anyone," Chloe said, matter-of-factly, reaching her hand across the table to sneak a cranberry from the bran muffin. Beca grumbled, slapping the girl's hand away. "Aubrey is a military kid. She takes things well."

"I'm not worried about her mental state," Beca mumbled, feeling a bit insensitive "I'm sure blondie can handle herself, but you've just given the woman even more cause to rip my throat out with her teeth."

"She's not a werewolf, Beca." Chloe laughed, her deep blue eyes meeting those of her counterpart. They were sullen, deadpanned as the taller woman perked up in her seat. "She's not, right?"

"You're right," The brunette waved her off "Aubrey could never be a werewolf."

She had a playful smile on her lips as she laughed, throwing the ginger off. She had heard Beca chuckle once or twice, but it always had a dry and sarcastic nature to it. Now seemed genuine, and Chloe felt a warmness at her core from the sound. It made her smile herself.

"I'm not kidding!" Chloe spoke up, "What makes them so out of reach?"

"Nothing," The girl hiccupped at the end of her laugh, causing the grin to grow. "Honestly, nothing. It's just… I've known Aubrey Posen for a good two months and I know that girls got a control issue. From what I've heard, werewolves have anything but control."

Chloe grimaced, but the more she thought about it, the more the idea made her laugh. Her blonde best friend wasn't one to crave being at the mercy of anything, especially not the moon. She didn't even handle shark week well- much less shifting into a beast.

"Besides, they're very mean." Beca pouted "Not vengeful, but damn are they mean."

"Aubrey can be mean," Chloe pointed out, gulping down her coffee "Aubrey can be a lot of things-"

"All good, I hope." The voice caught both girl's attention, they were so caught up in their conversation that they didn't catch the blonde pull herself in from the rain. Her black pea coat was soaked, hair adhered to her forehead as deep olive eyes searched the women.

Beca stared up at the woman, chewing absently on whatever was left from the only bite she took from the pastry in front of her. She swallowed roughly, getting a good look at the dark circles under the girls, she hadn't been sleeping.

"Scoot," The woman grumbled, Chloe, crumbling under the rough stare as she pressed herself closer to the wall, Aubrey lowering into the seat as an eerie quiet moved through the café. It wasn't something that Chloe liked, nor provoked. "We need to talk."

"We as in we, we, or we as in we?" the ginger mumbled into her mug as the woman across from her gave her a jarring look.

"All of us." She said, letting out a thick sigh. "I want to know how."

"I told you how," the girl said as she ran a hand through her hair roughly. "She bit me."

"I did not," Beca grumbled, groaned really. She slammed her head on the table, realizing that she never really recounted the night at all. Not to Chloe, or herself. It was an extensive process to allow anyone to become a vampire, and the red-head was so close to the line that death had drawn.

"Sorry, her evil bitch of a mom bit me." Chloe corrected.

"Oh, so the mother-in-law stereotype lives up to code?"

Both girls whipped their stares back to the blonde who took the rest of Beca's muffin, not waiting for the okay, but no one really cared to begin with. Chloe's mouth was dry, like copper as she squinted her eyes. "The what?"

"Please, I know both of you heard me, right?" She asked, staring up from the food she was so interested in. "You both have that… that hearing thing?"

Aubrey waved her hand weirdly by her ear as Beca blinked a few times, shaking her head as she stared at Chloe, shrugging her shoulders softly. "No, we heard you. I just don't think I-"

"Someone as aged as you should know what I mean, Beca Mitchell." She snapped her stare up, the vampire leaning back into her seat. "Oh yeah, I did my research. You are one old son of a bitch."

"Can we skip this talk?" Beca pleaded, pressing her fingers against her hairline.

"Wait, I want to circle back." Chloe was still in a world of her own.

"Forget it," Aubrey grumbled, leaning back in her own seat. "Your mother… does she know about Chloe?"

Beca deadpanned again, her lowly eyes darkening once more. She didn't' exactly know how to answer that question. Did her mother know? Not the blatant truth, but it was certainly apparent that her daughter was hiding something. "I suppose not."

"You suppose?" The blonde lifted up her eyebrows. "You already killed my best friend once, I don't want you to suppose anything. I want you to know."

"She didn't kill me."

"I didn't kill her."

The two girls spoke at the same time, meeting gazes once more as Aubrey drew in a sharp breath. "Whatever, I'm just… all I'm saying is, I want her to be safe. From now on I want her to be safe."

"She is safe with me." Beca spoke, "You know that, right? I'm doing my best to coach her through this, But Aubrey, it is different for every single person. Chloe will have her own struggles that I can't help her with."

"Is she dangerous?"

"She is right here," Chloe grumbled, having finished off her coffee a good few minutes ago. She didn't have the energy to go up and order a new one. Instead, she averted her gaze to the different colored highlighters that were ready for when she actually wanted to study- and she didn't. Her friends were having a metaphorical pissing match, neither seeming to back down as the tension filled the air.

"Well, is she?"

"We're all a little dangerous, Aubrey." Beca leaned closer, "If I remember correctly, it's your species that has a little problem with war and carnage. Not mine."

"That's not my point." The blonde hissed through clenched teeth, a heat returning to her stare. "I want to know if I can sleep without getting my throat ripped out."

"Bree," Chloe placed her hand on the girl's thigh, pretending not to notice the slight drawn back nature that met her at the sudden touch. "You're my friend, alright? Since elementary school I have never done anything to intentionally hurt you. That will never change."

Deep olive eyes stared into steely ones. Chloe seemed desperate, not wanting to lose someone else due to a night in a graveyard. It carried around a thick edge and made her ache for human contact, any type of contact that wasn't shrouded in fear and pain. Those very eyes moved back to Beca's.

"You heard her, Posen." The vampire shrugged "her word is enough for me, it should be the same for you."