A/N- I'm so excited to publish this chapter! I really hope y'all like it and would love your feedback.

Chapter 10

Chloe's POV

The moment I put my hands on the steering wheel, my breathing speeds up in excitement. I've only driven a few times and all older cars before they prohibited supernatural creatures from driving. When Beca said that I could drive, I didn't believe her at first. No one has ever offered to break the rules just so a vampire could have a little fun.

"Do you know what to do?" Beca asks and I shyly shake my head.

"I never really had a need to drive before with my speed and all so the only car I've driven was in 1890."

"Yeah, this is probably really different. So, put your foot on the break. You know what that one is? Okay, now grab the clutch and put it into drive. Then, you're good to go." Just don't forget that there's a brake pedal."

"Are you sure about this?" I ask Beca once more, making sure she won't regret this. She grins and pats the dash.

"I want to see what you can do with this bad boy." With that, I take off racing through the parking lot with the windows down. The wind roars as we speed and it reminds me a lot of running as a vampire, just a lot less work. When I finally stop, I clutch at my chest trying to catch my breath.

"That was awesome. You get to drive this all the time?"

"Pretty much yeah," Beca grins at me.

"I'm curious. Why do you have a different type of car than the other agents?" I instantly regret asking that question when Beca's grin fades away.

"Everyone knows I'm different and this car is just another way to remind them of that."

"Different?" My breathing speeds up as I try to consider what she means. I have a guess as to what she's talking about, but until she tells me, I won't say a thing.

"I'm not sure I should tell you."

"Becs, come on. You know you can trust me. I've told you so much about me. Plus, if I'm working with you, don't I deserve to know exactly who I'm with?" Beca's head hangs as she thinks. I put the car in park and wait for her to speak.

"I've never met my mother. Well, I don't remember if I have." Beca reaches into her pocket and pulls out a photo. "This is the only thing I have to remind me of her. I don't know much about her and my dad's relationship, just that they were married for a long time. Then, she got into some kind of accident and their marriage wasn't the same. I eventually was born but not long after, she was killed. From what I know, he killed her."

"What?" I gasp. I've never understood how people can kill their loved ones no matter how many times I've seen it in my long life. Beca nods sadly.

"I don't know all the details, just that she was caught in a house fire that my dad just happened to be away from. He had me with him which is even weirder because growing up, I was never around him."

"I don't understand. Why would he kill your mom?" I grab Beca's hand sympathetically.

"Chloe, if I tell you this, please don't mention it to anyone."

"I promise."

"Okay," Beca takes a deep breath. "My mother was a vampire." I hold back a gasp, but am not too surprised since Beca never struck me as completely human anyway.

"Oh, okay. What does that mean?"

"She was a vampire before I was born I guess. I don't know the science of it." For a second, I just stare at Beca, trying to comprehend what she's saying.

"That means you're half… vampire?" She nods and I let go of her hand to rub my face. When I look back over, Beca seems to have shrunk into the car door.

"I've heard it was possible but I never really believed it," I wonder. "What does that mean for you?" Surprised, Beca looks at me.

"You're not appalled?"

"No silly. Why would I be?"

"Everyone else is."

"Beca," I place my hands on her face. "I'm not like everyone else. You, of all people, should understand that."

"Thank you. Most people hate me for it. I'm just not used to anyone knowing what I am and being okay with it."

"I'm more than okay with it, I actually sort of love it." As I speak, I get excited with the possibilities. Does this mean that she won't die?

"Yeah?"

"So what can you do? Is your heart slower like mine?"

Beca laughs at all my questions. "How about I show you?" With that, she opens the door and leaves the car. I follow her, confused.

"What are you doing?"

"It's pretty isolated out here. I think it'll be okay." Beca turns to me and winks. "Try to keep up." Before I can blink, she takes off faster than any human could. My slow heart beats a little faster and I grin. I take off after her, catching up fairly quickly. Despite us both moving extremely fast, everything seems to be in slow motion. Our hands link together as we run, paying almost no attention to our surroundings and instead, looking into each other's eyes.

I'm not sure how long we run for or how far, but eventually we both slow down. Throwing my head back, I laugh more excited about this than I ever would've expected. Something hits my face and suddenly, rain starts pouring over us. Not saying a word, both of us squeal and take cover by a tree, still getting rained on.

"What does this mean?" I yell over the rain and Beca turns her head to the side.

"For what?"

"For you? For us?" My breathing picks up, anticipating her answer. Will she age slower than normal humans or stop aging one day? Could this be what I've been looking for? Is she what I've been waiting for?

"I don't know," Beca yells. "I've never gotten to talk to anyone about it. My father prefers to keep it a secret and would pay the doctors to shut up when they were around me. The only reason he told me what I am is because he wanted to tell me what a freak it made me."

"Don't say that," my heart cries for Beca and the pain she's had to endure. "It doesn't make you a freak. It makes you unique and really, it doesn't change how amazing you are."

Beca beams and I have a feeling that the water falling down her face isn't just rain. Her hands reach up to grasp my face and for a second, we just stare at each other, neither of us knowing what to do next.

"You're something else, Chloe. Despite what I am and where I come from, you see me, the real me. I know we haven't known each other very long, but I think I'm falling in love with you and that scares me."

"It scares me too," I admit. "But I think we should take a chance. Who knows where we'll be in a year or 50 years, but right now, I want to be with you." I lay my hands over Beca's which are still cupping my face. At the same time, we lean toward each other and for a second, our lips hover, breaths mingling. Rain still pours as we stand together, surrounded by nothing but trees. All I can hear is the pounding of my heart, which beats faster than it has in years. God, what is she doing to me?

Wasting no more time, I smash my lips against hers, a little rough at first but then softer. She gently kisses me back, her arms moving to wrap around my neck. My arms grasp her waist, loving the feel of her. A cold breeze hits us, but I don't feel anything but heat from our two bodies pressed together. If I could spend the rest of my life trapped in this moment, I would.

Eventually though, we have to pull apart and go back. We take our time though, pausing every so often to kiss. The rain keeps up the whole time and by the time we get back to the car, Beca is shivering.

"We probably should get somewhere warm," I comment, unable to keep a smile off of my face. Beca grins at me.

"Like your bed?" My mouth goes dry at Beca's comment and she laughs, seeing the effect it had on me. "Come on. Let's get back. I'm not sure how long we've been gone for."

Reluctantly, we get into the car and head back to the house. Our hands link together and I can't help but stare at them. For a long time, before and after Stacie, I thought I would never have a connection with someone. I always thought I would be alone forever, not allowing myself to get close to someone for I was afraid I wouldn't be able to handle losing them. Now, I can't imagine not having Beca around and while that scares me, I won't let my fear keep us apart.

With my free hand, I turn on the radio, flicking through the stations. When I hit a song, I grin and start jumping up and down. Beca laughs and looks at me with a confused look.

"This is my jam," I yell and then smile seductively. "My lady jam."

"Ew," Beca laughs. Her cheeks turn red, making me laugh. I can't help myself and I start singing, leaning closer to her. For a second, Beca just pushes me away jokingly until she joins in, making my heart stop. Her voice flows through the air, joining in with mine in perfect harmony. We both stop joking simultaneously and get serious, singing with nothing but passion. When the song ends, I turn off the radio, trying to catch my breath.

"Damn," Beca whispers and I nod, agreeing with her. Our hands find their way back to each other and for the rest of the drive, we ride in silence, needing nothing but each other.

A/N- Hold on to your butts because it's going to get better and a hell of a LOT more weirder.