A/N- Hey, sorry for not posting very often. I hit sort of a writers block but I think I broke past it so I'll be updating more often now! I really hope y'all enjoy and thank you for reading!

Chapter 6

Chloe's POV

Beca leaves me standing in the barn, speechless. Once again, my heart beats fast and my pulse races. What the hell is she doing to me? One second I think I have her figured out, but then she goes and says stuff like that. With a slightly shaky hand, I touch where she kissed my cheek. Her lips were warm, a lot warmer than I expected.

She makes me feel almost alive again. For centuries, I've just gone through the motions, watching people live their lives in a way that I never got to. With the way she makes me feel, I've started to hope for that life again. I've tuned those feelings out before, to make sure I didn't go into a deep depression. For a long time after I was turned, that's what I did. Tried finding a way to end it, to end the pain of being left behind. Who would've thought that being immortal would be so horrible?

With that dream flickering again, I'm afraid that I'll go back to that. Especially when she goes on to age and die, leaving me alone to deal with that pain. Why is life so unfair? Did I piss someone off and as payback, they're rubbing my immortality in my face? For the first time in my whole 700 years, I've met someone who seems to understand me in a way that I didn't think was possible. But of course, I can't have her.

"Beca honey, your stuff came. The agent said it's in your car." Gail calls out from the doorway of the main house. Using my speed-which we only do around the house-I catch up to Beca, startling her.

"Sorry," I whisper. Beca just smiles at me and we walk around the house together.

"I can't believe he thought to drop my car off," Beca says so quietly that I almost don't hear her. I open my mouth to ask what she meant when I see her car.

"What the fuck is that?"

"My baby," Beca coos, rushing up to it and starts running her hand down the side. It's a silver BMW, brand fucking new by the looks of it. Or just well cared for and by the way Beca is caressing it, I'm going with the latter.

"That's not a standard issue for agents," Cynthia Rose comments, coming outside. She stays on the porch though, the light illuminating throughout the dark.

"Nope," Beca says but offers no explanations with it.

"Damn shortstack, you really are a badass," Amy laughs from the porch. Gail comes up next to her and for the first time, she looks shocked. She obviously did not expect that.

"Who are you?" Aubrey asks, her narrow eyes looking at Beca suspiciously. I don't blame her. An agent who doesn't hate vampires, doesn't follow protocol, and who doesn't drive the standard black SUV for the agency is unheard of.

"I'm still trying to figure that out," Beca comments, not really paying attention. If she had been, I doubt she would've said something so personal. Not to Aubrey anyway.

"Alright, chop chop. Time to get your butts into bed. We have a long day tomorrow." Gail goes inside and everybody except Beca and I follow her.

"Do you need help with anything?" I ask, not wanting to just stand there as she grabs her stuff.

"Sure," Beca hands me a bag and I gladly take it. When she turns her back to me, I bring it up to my nose, breathing in her sweet scent. Who would've thought that an agent could smell so sweet?

"Okay, that's all," Beca shuts the car door, holding only two more bags.

"Are you sure they got everything?"

"Oh yeah, most likely. This is all my stuff." Beca shrugs nonchalantly.

"Like all your possessions that you own?" She nods. "This is it? You've got to be kidding me."

"No. I'm a simple person."

"No one is that simple. I have more stuff than this and that's saying something."

"But you're really old so you have to have a bunch of stuff." Beca grins and I glare at the old part. The glare doesn't stick for long though because Beca notches her smile up and my legs go weak. Damn. Can't seem to stay mad at her for long.

"Follow me," sighing, I lead her upstairs to my room. I let her go in first, wanting to see her expression.

"You said I don't have a lot of stuff? What about you? I've met vampires younger than you that had more stuff. Why don't you?" Beca turns toward me, her curious grey eyes studying me. I've never been one to talk about my personal life, preferring to keep people at a distance. But something about Beca makes me want to spill all my secrets, even the darkest ones. I want her to know everything about me and to get to know her.

"After I was turned, I went on this quest to find a way to end it all. Let's just say I didn't have a choice in being given a second chance at life and I wasn't happy about it. I felt empty, like a shell of who I used to be. I tried ending it for about 300 years before I realized that it was pointless."

"It's not hard to kill a vampire. What held you back?" Beca sits on my bed, watching me closely. My guess is that she knows what my answer will be before I do with how observant she is.

"I'm not sure. For those 300 years I just went through the emotions and when I could build up enough rage and courage, I would jump off a cliff or something. There weren't as many vampires back then, so no one really knew what would for sure kill one. A part of me knew my limits, but another part knew that I wasn't as ready to die as I thought I was."

"That's really tough. Being stuck, trapped by forces that you couldn't control. It's not easy to break yourself out of that. How did you do it?" Her question makes me shaky so I sit next to her.

"I wasn't really the one to do it. Stacie did."

"Stacie Conrad?" I nod. "How did she..? Were you-?"

"Yeah. I met her when I was coming up on 400 years of being a vampire. We were in Paris when we ran into each other. Back then, they didn't know that vampires existed, not like today so we had to constantly move around. I was alone, moving from place to place and found myself in Paris."

"La Ville Lumière," Beca whispers with a sweet french accent. The lack of a southern drawl sounds weird coming from her mouth and no matter how sexy her french accent sounds, her natural one is better.

"The City of Lights. It rang true for its name. So beautiful and breathtaking. I was instantly hooked and wanted to spend forever there. For once, I wasn't bothered that I was alone for eternity. No, I was too caught up in the sights and the people. As soon as I could, I learned the language and for a year, I was content. It never occured to me that I was missing something. Love." I pause, taking a deep breath before continuing.

"That's when I met Stacie. Man, I was blown away. She was an actress , you know. Nothing too big or anything, just a few things here and there. They were just letting women participate in theater and she took full advantage of it. She tried getting me to do some acting but I was fine staying in the background. For half a year, we danced around each other, both of us not ready for anything serious. She made me want more and I wanted her. You have to understand that back in that time, any thought of girls being together was looked down on. No one understood it and that added to the excitement of us being together. To stroll down the street and have this secret only for us."

"Sounds like fun," Beca throws in and I agree.

"It was and that's all it was really. Just some fun between two grown women. But eventually, my immortality would bite me in the ass. I couldn't do it forever and when I went to break it off with Stacie, she told me she loved me. That right there made me freeze on leaving. So for a few more months, we were together, more serious this time."

"Until?"

"Until some of her neighbors found out about us. Saw us kissing in a dark corner. They caught up to Stacie when she was alone and beat her. She almost died and if I hadn't stepped in, she would've. I scared them off and when I went to her, she was almost gone. Barely holding on. So I asked her if she wanted to live and I explained everything that she would have to give up. Surprisingly, she agreed."

"I'm guessing you didn't expect that from her?" Beca lays a hand on my leg and I grab it with my own.

"Not at all. I had asked her before that if she was given a second chance to live but would have to live with a part of her missing, would she do it? She told me never. That she wouldn't give up such a vital part of her just to live for eternity. What would be the point?"

"But it's a little different when you're faced with death itself. When you haven't had a chance to live like you should've."

"Exactly. We didn't talk about our relationship after that until she was completely under control. Then, she told me that it wouldn't be the same. That she still loved me but it just didn't feel right anymore."

"That must've stung."

"Yeah. I loved her too but she was right. Something just felt wrong, like we weren't meant to be together anymore. Maybe we never were."

"I think," Beca starts, facing toward me, "and I'm no expert on love or anything. But I think that there was a reason that y'all felt that way. Maybe you needed to love her, not just to start living again, but to save her. She needed to be there for you so that way you could be there later for someone else."

"Like who?" I lean forward, staring into Beca's eyes. She's the only person I know that will look a vampire this long in the eye. I've never known why it makes people cringe when they look at us since we look just like everyone else. Maybe Beca will tell me sometime. Right now though, I'm more interested in what she has to say.

"Like..I don't know," Beca stands up, her face red. Is she blushing? "Just anyone, I guess. So why haven't you collected a bunch of stuff? You never really answered the question."

"Oh yeah. Sorry. I don't usually go off on tangents like that but you just…"

"I just what?"

"You're just easy to talk to." Beca scoffs. "I'm serious and as to your question, going from place to place so often, it gets tiring having to cart stuff back and forth. I have more stuff, it's just in my house."

"Your house?" Beca's eyes widen in surprise.

"Yeah. It's in my hometown. I'll have to show it to you someday."

"That would be cool." For a long time, we just stare at each other, small smiles on our faces. Gail's voice interrupts our moment, telling us to get to bed.

"She acts like we're little kids," I laugh, amused as always. Beca grins.

"Some people say I act more like a kid than I should so it seems fitting." We both laugh and I stand up, finally ready for bed.

"You can take my bed. I'll grab an air mattress or something."

"No," Beca says loudly, startling both of us. "I mean, it's fine. We can just share the bed."

"You sure?" She nods and grabs some clothes out of one of her bags. We both get changed, me in my bedroom, her in the bathroom. When we come back and the door is shut, leaving us alone, an awkward silence washes over us. My eyes trail down Beca's figure, seeing her out of her usual black pants and leather jacket for the first time. Now, she has on a gray tank top and black shorts. And damn are they short.

I crawl into bed and pat the spot next to me. Beca smiles shyly and slides in under the covers. I flick off the lamp, engulfing us in the darkness. For a while, the only sound is our breathing, mingled in one another's. Beca's breathing slowly gets softer, assuring me that she has finally fallen asleep.

Another myth is that vampires don't sleep. We don't have to and won't go crazy if we don't, but we can. I prefer it. Waking up to the sunshine on your face is the best. That's also another myth. We can be out in the sun. It's what's helped us hide for so long. For some reason, we're seen as creatures of the dark when really that name fits werewolves more. With coming out during the full moon and all, though I'm not sure how all that works for them.

So instead of sleeping, I lay there next to Beca, breathing in her wonderful scent. Why does she make me feel this way? She's so mysterious and sexy. There's a part of me that's furious at all her questioning comments and another part that finds it hot. Something about her is just so different from anyone I have ever met and she knows it, uses it. Who exactly is Beca Mitchell?