#she really said Conrad was 'dark dark dark' and they made him barely a brunette (can you use brunette for men? many have been wondering)

[thursdayg1rl]

didn't realise that the summer I turned pretty season 2 was still going lmaoo. I finished episode 6 and was like well damn I guess this is it. here we go again ig

[unholyhelbig]

Triple Treble Prompt - Chloe and Aubrey are vampires and have been together since as long as they can remember. But when they meet Beca, they can’t help but feel a connection and drawn to her. Both want to get closer to her, but there is two problems. One, Beca is best friends with Stacie Conrad, a hunter, and Jesse Swanson, a werewolf. Two, Beca doesn’t know that know the supernatural exists.

[A/N; I started watching the lost boys when I wrote this so part of me wanted to do the whole 80′s vampire thing. Anyway, this was a big prompt so I tried my best.]

Chloe drew in a careful breath, one that was easily calculated as she ran her thumb against the edge of the man’s jawline. Her touch wasn’t rushed or hungry, it wasn’t shifting as her hunger grew more. The scent was intoxicating, filling her lungs and burning her throat.

She let out a deep guttural growl, almost inhuman as she ran her tongue softly over the two puncture wounds she had created. She wasn’t messy anymore, not with her movements. It made the man shutter, his chest vibrating as he moaned himself. Not sure where to focus his pleasure as it mixed with pain.

“Chloe.” The sharp voice pulled the woman from her stupor. She shot her eyes open, not speaking, but inhaling with strength. “Get him out of here,”

She let out a groan, pulling back completely from the man. He had his back pressed against the wall, against the dry painted color that she despised in the first place. It was too plain for Chloe- but she knew her wife. She knew that too much would quell the blonde’s nerves. She could sacrifice a bit of color for her lover’s happiness. It was worth it.  

“It’s a little innocent fun, Bree.” She said.

The stranger had irregular breathing, his hand moving up to the wound on his neck as he clasped it with the intent of dulling the sting. The pleasure was intoxicating and well worth the random “hook up” that that entailed. He flashed his coffee stare to the woman who had just interrupted the meeting, her equally as stoic eyes scanning over him with mal-intent.

“Beca is coming over,” She squared her shoulders.

Chloe’s expression dropped then, her squint moving to the third party in the room. “Alright, man, time for you to leave.”

“What I-“ he didn’t’ get much of a chance to speak, Chloe grasping his shoulder as Aubrey opened the door, getting a quick and quiet dose of the night summer air. She breathed in softly, getting hints of his blood in her inhale. It was sweet but corrupted by alcohol, drugs, maybe. “Will I see you again?”

“Probably not,” Chloe said bluntly, slamming the slab of wood behind him as he stumbled into the hallway. She wasn’t sure how long he would stay out there, or if he would walk away in his haze. But at this point, it didn’t matter much. He was just a light snack, after all.

Aubrey wrapped her arms around Chloe’s shoulders with practiced ease, pulling the woman closer with contempt. “Oh, now, you didn’t have to be so harsh.”

“And so what if I am?” she said, lifting her chin. She had a bit of rustic red by the edge of her lip, so soft that it was barely noticeable. Aubrey lifted her hand, smoothing her thumb over the area as Chloe leaned into her touch.

“You’ve made a mess.” She breathed out, raising her thumb to her tongue as she cleared the blood from the pad of her fingertip, savoring the metallic taste that always needed to be appeased. “I think we should order some pizza.”

Chloe made a face. The scent of dripping grease and gooey cheese made her stomach churn. She could swallow a bit of it, and make it look like she wasn’t fighting her resolve. What was really appealing was the delivery person, tired from a long night work and susceptible.

“Stop it,” Aubrey warned, always the sensible one “Beca is human, and she needs to eat. Needs to see us eat.”

The redhead nodded, not in defeat, but in understanding. This town was more aware of vampires than any other. The two women could get away with a bit here and there, but people that resided here at the local college had even darker pasts than they did. Hunters with intentions to kill, werewolves with death wishes, even witches that Chloe had learned to single-handedly piss off a few times.

“I’ll call it in.” Aubrey pulled away from her wife, hand lingering on her shoulder for a few moments before she resounded to walking towards the kitchen of their shared apartment. “You’re okay with pepperoni, right?”

“Sure,” Chloe nodded, glancing around. She had made a mess, knocking the magazines off the glass end tables- the potted plant by the door had tipped over. Pitch dirt rushed across the tan tile. She squatted down, piling the catalogs into a neat little pile. Her mind wandered, not to the pizza, or the man that she had just possibly scarred for life. But the woman who was intended to walk through the doors at any moment.

Chloe had been with Aubrey for years, centuries even. She loved her wife, more than anything, she loved her. They were a perfect balance for each other; one a bit reckless, the other calm and collected, if not neurotic. Neither had intended to become so captivated with a small DJ from Barden University. In fact, they didn’t’ plan on staying in Atlanta much at all- a small pit stops a few years ago when Aubrey grew some infatuation with the world of Acapella of all things. Chloe didn’t’ judge, she even enjoyed it a bit herself. But life? It was complicated.

Both women had undeniable feelings for Beca Mitchell, and both had denied it for quite some time.

“Did she say why she was stopping by?” Chloe called out, rising to her feet with a small groan. Her bones weren’t working in her favor tonight. Did it matter? Chloe thought to herself. She didn’t’ need an excuse to see Beca.  

“Mm,” Aubrey hummed, leaning against the doorframe of the dining room as she held the phone in one hand. She had called in the pizza order, dressed in a cozy beige cardigan. She looked comfortable, Chloe wanted to pull her into her arms. “She sounded upset like we might finally need to utilize that ice cream in the freezer.”

“Huh,” Chloe knit her eyebrows together, leaning down to scoop the mix of soil into the clay pot. It left a dark residue against the side of her palm. She wanted to run it over her jeans, to get the grimy layer away from her pale skin. But it wouldn’t do her much good at this point. “You think it’s about Jesse?”

Aubrey let out a huff at the name. She despised his kind, not men, but the wolf-like nature that was wicked into his soul. Of course, she was civil, and so was he. They all had secrets to keep, people, to cloak. Jesse had taken up home in the small town of Barden just like they had- she just wished he didn’t feel the need to claim Beca as his own, something she denied to the very core. Not interested, not feeling that spark. She had told them that, all three of them at different times.

“Oh, I’m sure it is.”

“Guess we’ll find out.”

Chloe reached over and pulled the door open by the brass handle. It was cold against the skin of her palm. Beca was standing with her knuckles raised to the wooden surface like she was about to knock before she got the chance. Her face was shaded by the dull color of the moon as it leaked through the walk-way opening. That familiar scent of vanilla mixed cruelly with the spring air. She looked gorgeous, face contorted into one of wonderment.

“How do you always do that?” She squeaked out, eyes scanning over both girls. They were red, Chloe noticed. “How do you know I’m going to knock on the door?”

“I didn’t, I thought you were the pizza guy,” Chloe said, a bit of a smile on her face.

“You’ve been crying.” Aubrey could have been a little blunter about it, tugging softly at her wife’s shoulder pulling her away from the entrance. “Come in.”

Beca didn’t’ have to be told twice. She ducked her head slightly as she entered the small apartment. Her eyes flicked to the bit of dirt by the edge of welcome mat- barely catching a glance at the tinted color of Chloe’s hand. She always felt so safe here- so welcomed.

Aubrey pulled the girl into her embrace as Chloe shut the door behind her. Beca melted into the touch, Aubrey almost a whole head taller than her. The brunette cuddled into her chest, gripping that cotton cardigan like it was a life preserver. Beca sniffed. The ever-badass crumbling under her own emotion.

“What happened, sweetie?” Aubrey had wrapped her arms around Beca, holding her head close to her chest as she rested her chin on it. She gave Chloe a struggled look, not one of desperation, but one of concern.

“I don’t think you would believe me if I told you.” She laughed bitterly, making Aubrey hold her tighter. It seemed to thaw Chloe’s demeanor.

This was different- usually, the three of them got this close when they had one too many. When the alcohol warmed their veins and pushed them closer. Beca would always leave guilty the next morning, balancing her feelings of sleeping with the two girls with her desire to do more.  

“Try us,” Chloe said, shoving her hands in her pockets, it earned her a tender stare from dusk-filled eyes. They blinked a few times before closing completely. Beca drew in a careful sigh.

“Jesse told me,” Her voice cracked “that he wasn’t… isn’t human.”

Chloe had to stifle a laugh, Aubrey warning her with a dark squint. Of course, Jesse wasn’t human, they could smell it a mile away. They weren’t either, a beating heart not really in their biopsy. Beca didn’t know that, though. Whatever had possessed Jesse to evade to this fact now.

“The funny thing is,” Beca pulled away slightly, Aubrey shifted her arms, holding the girl into place by the elbows. Not forcing her but letting her know that she was there to steady her if need be. “I believe him.”

“If he’s not human, then what is he?” Aubrey asked with sincerity. It wasn’t’ the reaction that Beca had expected. She expected the goddess of a woman to laugh in her face unironically. Instead, she sat there- worry in her feathers as Chloe moved to lean against the back of the couch.

“He didn’t’ say.” She pressed her lips together, sniffing. “Just that I couldn’t be around him tonight, that it was for my own good… and that,” her nose scrunched up.

“That what, Bec’s?” She asked. Chloe pressed her fingers to her chin, staring down at the floor, she hadn’t expected to have this conversation tonight. Or ever, if she could help it.

“That I shouldn’t trust you.” Beca was timid with her words. Flashing her stare between Chloe and Aubrey. Chloe moved her stare up, it was darker than Beca had ever seen before.

Something about Jesse’s words infuriated the girl. It was one thing to question his own self-control over the human girl, but this was them. They knew their limits and their cravings. Chloe had never once had the desire to sink her teeth into Beca, and from the long talks that she and her wife shared, neither did Aubrey.

There were a lot of things Beca didn’t’ know about them, too many to count. But the biggest had been their refusal to show their primal nature. Something Jesse had well forced out of the closet at this point. If they didn’t’ utter a word now, if they kept their secrets, Beca would start to notice. Start to question that nagging seed that was planted in her mind.

Aubrey knew it was time, returning the same stare back to the woman that she had met back in 1918.

“Yet, you chose to come here?” Chloe asked, bemused.

“I had nowhere else to go.” She said.

Chloe ran her tongue over her bottom lip. She wasn’t sure of herself. She wasn’t sure she could have this conversation again. The same conversation where the counterpart would storm out and question life for a few days. She didn’t’ know if she could wait a few days for Beca though- to feel her touch.

“We need to talk,” Chloe spoke.

Beca surprisingly didn’t pull away from Aubrey. She didn’t’ push closer to her either. Instead, she breathed in. “He was right, wasn’t he?”

“No, he wasn’t.” Aubrey lifted her fingers, brushing a strand of brown hair away from Beca’s sweat coated forehead. “You have nothing to fear from us.”  

“But you’re not…” Beca held her breath, eyes flashing towards the ground.

“Human?” Chloe lifted her eyebrows, remembering the placid taste of blood that coated her tongue mere moments ago. The way just being near Beca did the same. How her energy charged off the both of them in thick waves. “No, no we’re not.”