Chloe paced the small office, her arms crossed over her chest as her right hand played with her bottom lip pensively. The ginger had never been one to show her nerves- it would always radiate in other ways, pushing past her personality in a bubbly fast-talking edge. But now? Now she was burning a hole in Dr. Abernathy's carpet.

The blonde woman leaned back in her seat- watching the new vampire carefully. Her chair groaned but she didn't speak just yet, a pen still halfway clenched in her hand. She had written down some information that Chloe didn't' care too much about. She didn't want to snoop, even if it was about her blood in specific.

"I shouldn't feel like this." She continued to walk to the right corner of the room, pausing momentarily. "This… this urge to have something more when you're- oh god."

"You're spiraling," Gail mumbled into her work. "It's interesting to know that vampires can still have panic attacks."

"Of course, I can still have a panic attack." Chloe stopped suddenly, flashing her gaze to the woman. The two had worked up to a friendly banter over the months. Chloe would stop by when she couldn't handle the bloodlust- the sharp and unforgiving pain of hunger. Gail had grown used to the young girl's company. "I had one after Beca and I kissed."

"You what?"

Chloe let out a long breath as she flopped down in the seat, running her fingers softly over the edge of the chair. The fabric cold and unforgivable. "We kissed." She leaned forward a bit "Can I have a lollipop?" Her eyes flashed towards the large dish of candy on the other end of the mahogany desk. z

"No, you can not have a lollipop," She spoke, the glass making a rough sound against the wood as she pushed it further out of the girls reach. "Lollipops are for people who don't kiss my natural sworn enemies."

The ginger huffed as she pressed her back further against the chair, her bottom lip jutting out like she was about to whine. She didn't. Instead, she asked a simple question. "Why do you two hate each other so much anyway?"

She remembered quickly how the first time she met the woman, Beca had her slammed up against the wall in anger. Of course, she couldn't remember most of it, but she remembered enough. The rage in her eyes and pain in her stance. But she had never prodded.

"It's a long story." She cracked a smile. "I'm sure hers differs from mine, greatly."

"Most of them are." She shrugged her shoulders "It's good that I was murdered in a graveyard and have all the time in the world, right?"

"Chloe," Gail warned.

"Alright, alright." She relented "It's just… There are so many secrets, you know? I get what I am, and who I am now. But everything else is so blurry."

Gail was silent then, nodding softly as she plunged into her thoughts. She didn't attempt to pick her pen back up or add more to those awful notes she was scratching down. It was true, what they say about doctors, their handwriting is shit, but their minds are brilliant.

"I kissed her and I don't even know who she is."

"You've heard the legends, Chloe."

"Legends aren't facts." She pointed out, "Legends are about swamp monsters and wolf-men that creep in swamps and rip people to shreds. Beca doesn't seem like a legend."

"Maybe not one so futile." She chuckled softly "But that lore… those stories and tales are all based on something. Men turned into monsters and monsters turned into men have been alive in the history books for a long time, Chloe. But they didn't' just appear from nothing."

There was an odd silence around the room, the immortal girl listening to the steady heartbeat that Dr. Abernathy possessed. "You're telling me… that somewhere out there, a lizard person could exist?"

"Kanima," She let out a laugh.

"What?"

"A Kanima," Gail clicked her pen as she turned her attention back to her notes. "They're called Kanima's. Half lizards, half humans."

"Oh." Chloe shrunk "That's nice."

Her back slammed roughly against the brick wall, a thick earthy scent clouding Chloe's lung as she drew in a well thought out breath. She was on the defensive, a deep pain quelling in her stomach as she let out a primal growl. She didn't flash her newfound fangs, not yet. They still pained her to even expose.

"Oh, don't be like that, sweetie." The male's voice sounded off in her ears. It made her semi-sick to her stomach. Jesse Mitchell was not her favorite person. She was sure the man hadn't made a good impression on her, but Beca didn't' even seem to warm up to her older brother without some discontent.

"What do you want?" She asked shoving the man off of her as she rolled her shoulders back in an attempt to gain some type of plausible feeling back in them. He wasn't on her good side at the moment, ambushing her with coffee still fresh in her grasp as she walked down Main back to the college.

"The same thing we all do," He said in a dreamy voice, shoving his hands in his pea-coat as he fell into step next to Chloe. She didn't bother changing her pace, instead, she rose her sweltering beverage to her lips. "A purpose in this everlasting life. One that will fill that burning desire that quells inside both mortal and demon."

"Ah," Chloe lifted her chin up, "That sounds like a personal quest, Buddy."

He rolled his eyes dramatically, which, let's face it, seemed to be a family trait for the Mitchell's. One that Chloe found quite endearing in some circumstances. This was not one of them, though. "My mother knows about you." Jesse deadpanned. "Since Beca doesn't have the pure sense to set her straight, I suppose I might as well warn you."

Chloe stopped in her tracks. "Warn me of?"

"Blair thinks that you're human, little vampire." Jesse pointed a finger at her, wiggling it around like a worm on the hot pavement after a huge thunderstorm. "She doesn't see you as a threat. But if she knows that you're on team V, then it's all downhill from there."

"She couldn't' possibly be threatened by me." The girl mumbled out, more in thought than to Beca's kin. He still cocked his head and listened with intent- parting his lips as he ran his fingers through his gelled hair. "I'm quite literally a nobody."

"While that's true," He chided out "You're still a distraction. My mother is very convinced that Beca could be something great if she just focused, and you? You're not part of that plan."

"So she could kill me because of control issues?" Chloe sounded out head swimming. The girl had just gained so normalcy in her life- some shred of feeling safe in Beca's arms. Fuck, it was just one kiss, but it had been building since the day in the graveyard- eating away at the back of her mind until the pressure and heat was too much. She wanted to do it again, and again, and again.

"That's what being a vampire is about, yes." Jesse laughed, even though there was no humor in the situation. "Supernatural or not, Blair has never been one to approve of Beca's love interests. Most of them end up dead, or they just vanish."

"That means dead." Chloe hissed out, placing her back on the closest building. It was a newspaper place, one that was on the brink of shifting to just digital. No one read the paper anymore, there was no need to when the world was at your fingertips. But that didn't matter.

"She doesn't know she killed you." Jesse spoke out, "that night in the cemetery."

"She what?" The younger girl whispered flashing her eyes up to Jesse's.

"She was hungry," the soft-eyed boy gave her a lax stare. All of his sarcasm in cruelty was replaced with nothing but understanding. "I'm sure you can relate to that. You were a vein to tap, Chloe. She hadn't had any blood for centuries and you were the only human thing in the place."

"Yeah," She swallowed thickly "was."

"You adjust," He said soothingly, squeezing her shoulder. She let him, the touch comforting even if he was trying too hard, not really knowing what to do with the emotions that ran through both their minds. "Getting blood from Gail, however, is not one of those ways."

She paled at the statement, averting her deep blue gaze.

"I can smell it on your breath, Chloe." He let out a sigh "And if I can smell it, Beca will sure as hell be able to."