Her touch was soft and subtle, something Beca was anything but. The shorter girl had a god complex, it seemed, always carrying herself with so much confidence and not enough vulnerability. For all Chloe knew, the only weakness she had was a complicated family. She never seemed to let the blood get to her, or the pain of living for eternity. She was just silent. Silent and brooding- except when she wasn't.
"Bec's, you do realize I was more than capable of walking myself home." The red-head chided, shaking her head as she shoved her hands in her pockets outside of her dorm room.
The two of them had spent the afternoon actually studying, losing track of time as the sun set behind the blinds that the library invested so much money in. They didn't even realize that it was so late, their focus on the subjects in front of them- Chloe's mind wondering as she glanced at Beca every now and then.
"I know," She shrugged her leather jacketed shoulders "I just… thought you wanted some company."
"It didn't hurt." Chloe smiled back, shoving her own hands in her pea coat. The deep pink color contrasted with dark blue eyes. They had slowly been deepening in hue, something Beca had been noticing the more she stared. The night she first met Chloe they were such a pale and striking blue that they almost looked silver. Now they were indigo. "Hey, uh"
Chloe cleared the air for a serious conversation as her tone of voice shifted from casual to something more. It was husky, darker just like her gaze. Beca lifted a brow, not quite sure if it was because of a new-found hunger, or something more.
"Is there any substance to what Bree was saying?" She finally forced the words past her diaphragm.
Beca stared at the girl for a few moments, her bottom lip between her teeth as she pondered what the met exactly. Aubrey had said a lot of things the other day- all forgotten once they left the coffee house and went their separate ways for the rest of the remaining daylight.
"You're not going to grow violent towards her." Beca finally sounded out "part of humanity relies in the roots that you form, and from what I've heard, you and blonde Barbie in there have a lot of them."
Chloe scowled softly at the nickname but scrunched her face up like there was something more. "No, I mean… the other stuff she was talking about. About us."
"Oh," Beca knit her eyebrows together averting her gaze before moving it back up with a snap. "Oh!"
The ginger chuckled, it was a soothing and light sound that made heat quell up in Beca's stomach as it pressed against her cheeks. "God, Beca for being 126 years old, you're pretty dense."
"I am not dense," Beca said, shaking her head as she blew out a puff of air, plunging them into a deep silence again. She felt like a teenager, like someone who had been given the chance to get with the cheerleader who would otherwise never go for the girl that wrote poetry in a slack leather-bound notebook. Chloe was chewing the inside of her lip, knitting her eyebrows together as she leaned heavily against the door.
"I'm oblivious, but I am not dense." She shook her head nervously "I have had… I mean girls just swoon, I'm a real panty dropper Chloe Beale and-"
Beca was suddenly caught in her words as soft lips pressed roughly against hers- she drew in a sharp breath, she was frozen both in fear and lust as her fingertips pressed lightly against the girl's jaw, skin soft as she finally melted into the embrace. Chloe felt so safe, so needed and warm despite how cold Beca's touch really was.
It was simple but effective in shutting the vampire up, her breath uneven as Chloe finally pulled away. "You talk too fucking much, Mitchell. You know that?"
Beca leaned heavily against the edge of the desk, her feet barely touching the ground as she clenched her jaw, palming the glass paperweight that Aurum kept over some random documents that she had yet to grade. The woman leaning back in her own chair as she eyed the smaller girl cautiously.
The windows were dark, the sun setting behind a deep golden sun. At one point, Beca had loved the scene of a slowly setting start, but now? Now she wished for more daylight- almost craved it like the blood that kept her alive.
"You kissed her?"
"She kissed me."
"Same thing."
She heard a scoff behind her, not necessarily taking her eyes off of the glassy orb in her grasp. It was unnecessary, something to keep papers in place in a room with windows that couldn't open or shift. There was no sane reason to keep it around- making Beca want to drop it onto the carpeted floor just to see if it would shatter. It wouldn't.
"You realize you will have to tell your mother," Christina spoke, her voice light and airy despite the undeniable situation that they spoke of. "If you fall for this… this girl, then you'll have to inform her."
Beca let out a thick groan, hopping off the desk as she placed the weight down with a low thumb. Her breath was short, clenching her jaw. She didn't have very much patience to for the situation at hand. Her mother would figure out at one point or another- enjoying the human life too much to keep a handle on her daughters exploration of a year at a trade school.
"I know you're here advisor." The woman thought out loud, pacing back and forth against the length of the small office, her eyes darting towards the books every now and then. "But you've been mine for a while too… and I trust-"
"I won't tell her," Christina spoke with confidence, running her hand against pitch black hair. She looked like a witch- a witch with unforgivable green eyes and a sharp stance on anything that was placed in front of her.
She had been such a close friend for most of Beca's afterlife.
"I appreciate that," Beca mumbled, flopping down into the leather chair across from her advisor.
"I said I wouldn't tell her, Bec's" Professor Aurum let out a thick sigh "But you know I cannot lie to your mother, or you in any right."
The smaller girl bit the inside of her lip, not going as far as to feel the metallic edge against her tongue. Instead, she just sat there- the heart rate was a dead giveaway. Christina was taught to tell the truth through everything, the repercussions for disobeying much worse than the pain truth would lend her.
There was no comfort in her words.
"You really like this girl?" She spoke, more of a statement than a question.
"I do," Beca finally sounded out. "She can't get hurt, Chris."
"She won't." The woman clenched her jaw. "you'll make sure of it."
