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Bemily, keeping secrets?? Maybe.

[A/N: A bit vague, but sure. Also, I’ve never written Bemily before.] 

Emily would usually blame her insane ideas on her lack of sleep. She would toss and turn and fight the edges of drowsiness through the night until something, and she wasn’t ever sure what would overtake her. She also realized, with innate sensibility, that there was no rational reason for her to be pressed against a tree in a freezing cold park in the middle of winter.

Yeah, she could explain away a lot of things. Like how Stacie would creep around downstairs, not from a late-night hookup, but for the secret stash of Swedish fish that she kept taped under the kitchen sink. How Chloe would paint her fingernails only to soak them in remover moments later without slathering them in more pigment.

What she couldn’t’ quite get a grip on, was Beca.

Beca who was usually quite rude when it came to everything other than being invited in. She would rock uneasily against the balls of her feet until she was kindly told to pass the threshold. Emily had seen it three times, and on the third, after a bit of waiting, Beca cunningly smiled and uttered the phrase “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

Emily had questioned her once and got an elbow to the ribs before Beca simply said “Dude, manners.”

She had let it drop after that. She had let a lot of things drip through the floorboards. Like the way Beca stayed up late just like her and came back in right before the sun rose. The way she would sleep through most of the day and glower in the darkest corners of the house, and never eat with the rest of the girls. (Had she tried the garlic pesto sauce Emily whipped up for her cooking class?)

So okay, maybe Emily had been watching too much Netflix, and maybe she had spent way too much time in the dusty part of the library reading through old literature, but she was thoroughly convinced. Convinced enough to hold the wooden stake close enough to her chest to splinter.

Beca was breathing out against the cold air, her breath pressing so easily into the night. Emily wasn’t sure what she was seeing exactly- The older girl looked impatient, pacing back and forth with her hands shoved in her pockets. She would move her eyes to her wrist, reading the time on her watch a few times before she stopped mid-step.

There was a boy, one that was equally as bundled up in his jacket and scarf. Beca held out money to him, and he counted it with due diligence. His dark hair fell into his eyes as he lilted his head to the side and said something too low for Emily to hear.

This was an insane idea, Emily decided, of course, Beca isn’t a vampire. A drug dealer was a bigger possibility than her roommate and mentor being a blood-sucking demon. Even still, she didn’t loosen her hold on the stake, she leaned closer to the tree. She couldn’t hear a damn thing from here.

Beca had devilish smile against her lips that sent chills against Emily’s spine. Stupid chills that she could pin on the cold of the night. The woman leaned forward, so close to the boy that he stiffened as she pressed her lips against the pulse point in his neck. He groaned audibly and stretched to the side.

Emily let out an alarming squeak as her boot collided with a thin patch of ice at the base of the tree. She stumbled forward, losing her grip on the wooden stake she fell flat on her stomach. Beca instantly pushed the man away, letting out something of a growl as Emily finally got a good look at the stranger’s face. It was stoic but shocked. Like he had been caught behind the black curtain in the back of a video shop.

Emily groaned into the grass, not caring how much dirt got in her mouth. This was it for her. Beca Mitchell was either going to gun her down or suck her veins dry. Either option felt like a far stretch. If she just played dead- maybe Beca wouldn’t notice.

Beca cleared her throat, crouching down next to the girl sprawled out on the ground. She noticed the stake first, and then the cross around Emily’s neck, and even more, the bottle of holy water (labeled with masking tape and sharpie) at the base of the tree.

“Legacy,” She acknowledged her presence, picking up the stake and twirling it in her hand. Emily let out another groan and lifted her face from the dirt. “Hi.”

Emily sighed heavily “Hi.”

“Listen, man, I’ve got stuff to do after this so can we hurry up a little?” The boy said impatiently, crossing his arms over his chest. “You can do your brooding when I’m not on a tight schedule.”

“Fuck off, Tom.” Beca stood, whipping around as she aimed the stake his way like the shaft of a rifle. “You haven’t paid me shit yet. If you want to go, go.”

He scrunched his face into a frown before planting his hands on his hips and staring between both girls. Tom grunted before shaking his head and walking along the path in the opposite direction that he came. Though a tool, Emily felt her stomach drop. This left her alone with Beca.

“Give me your hand.”

“What?” She squeaked.

“Emily, let me help you up.”

She eyed the woman for a second but was ultimately pulled to her feet. Her ribs ached where she had landed, and she took a sizeable step away from Beca to the point where she could almost touch the bark of the tree that had fatally exposed her. She wondered what she would have seen if the ice hadn’t been there. What Beca would have done.

“What’s with this?” Beca asked, scowling at the stake in her hands. She picked at the tip of it, looking up at Emily after a few seconds. “Did you pull this from a construction site or something? There’s still dirt on it.”

“I uh,”

“You know, if I was a vampire, I would hope that you would use something a little more dignified than a stick from the ground.” She took a step forward and Emily took one back, stumbling once more as her spine hit the tree. “Though, are we quite sure that’s not a myth?”

Emily could feel the hot breath on her throat, her cheeks flushing with color as she yelped in surprise at the sheer force of Beca driving the wooden stake into the tree right above her shoulder. She flinched, fingers going up to the golden cross that hung around her neck.

“I can’t decide what bothers me more, Emily. The fact that you were spying on me, or the fact that you were right.” She laughed an angelic sound despite the demonic stare that flashed near her eyes. Her voice was velvet and her body pressed against Emily’s in a way that stirred up an overwhelming heat in her gut.

“I was what?” Emily dared to speak.

Beca smiled and it was cunning, but softer than the smirk that she offered Tom earlier. She pulled away and let out a more genuine laugh this time. The kind that Beca had displayed in front of her and only her when the two of them were cornered in the studio or working on choreography. “Come on, Em. I’m messing with you.”

“Huh?”

She let the tension drain from her shoulders as Beca shoved her hands in her pockets and lifted her eyebrows at the girl that had practically morphed into the tree behind her. “Vampire’s, really?”

“Then what the hell was that all about?” Emily asked, clearly frantic as she thumbed the cross around her neck, the chain rubbing a raw spot against the soft skin of her neck. “You were going to bite him!”

“No, I was going to give him my rates.” Beca said, snorting “Tom has repeated the History of Music seven times and has been paying me to do all of his homework. We meet up late at night because Barden has been cracking down on that shit.”

“Oh… What about never coming into peoples houses without being invited?”

“I told you, dude, manners.”

Emily narrowed her eyes for a moment before bursting out into a round of laughter herself. This was one of her insane ideas. The kind that had her making little hats for Tupac out of construction paper in the middle of the night. The kind that had her going to the legends professor and begging him for the signs before taking the only holy water that he had. (She may have lifted it from his office and didn’t even want to begin to question her morals there)

“Oh my god, vampires.” Emily calmed down enough to wipe the tears from her eyes “That’s crazy. I’m so sorry Beca. You know how I get. Totally wrapped up in things.”

“No sweat, Em. Just no more spying alright? And get rid of that damn Holy Water, it skives me out.” Beca chuckled softly and pried the stake from the side of the tree before she walked back towards the house, smiling to herself. Emily drew her shoulders back and looked around at the objects she had brought to her.

“You coming?” Beca stalled, turning slightly in the path. “It’s late and you never know what’s lurking.”

“Yeah, yes.” Emily nodded, falling into step next to Beca, who had shockingly been very chill about everything. “Why don’t you like Holy Water?”

“It usually burns when I touch it.”

Emily stopped in the middle of the path, Beca continuing to walk with ease as the younger woman gaped at her. “Wait, What?” she got a slack wave in response “Beca?!”