#ppsf22.3

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

JUST A NIBBLE

Rating: E

Oneshot

Pairings: Bechloe

Summary: When Chloe is selected as the latest woman to be sacrificed to appease the monster who lives on the edge of town, she's surprised to find that nothing is as it seems...

Yes I accidentally started a whole new very smutty vampire au, it was an accident I SWEAR. Anyway I'm update this as soon as I can after SpookFest, I'm sorry dfklgjdfkljd

[cheeyathebard]

Creatures of the Night

Hi Friends, this one features the Vampire!Chloe and Slayer!Beca characters from my Bechloe Drabbles fic. Enjoy!

  “It’s a good thing you’re the slayer,” Chloe said as she kissed her way slowly down her lover’s bare back.

 Beca was lying on her front, chin resting on her crossed arms as she relaxed into the soft pillows on the vampire’s four-poster bed. “Said no other vampire ever,” she chuckled. “I’m really glad you got your soul back.”

 Chloe grinned. “No, I meant... I love how we get to sleep together during the day.” They’d been dating for a few months now and had fallen into a comfortable routine together.

 “Mmm...” Beca flipped onto her back and wrapped her arms around the beautiful redhead, pulling her closer to kiss her. “I have a question about that. How come no one ever questions why you don’t take day shifts at the clinic?”

 “I’m the boss,” Chloe shrugged. “Plus, none of the other vets have to work nights except for once in a blue moon when I take a night off, so I don’t think they question it.”

 “Makes sense,” the slayer mused. She ran her fingers gently through Chloe’s hair, smiling as the vampire growled softly. “God, that’s sexy,” she murmured, feeling her body respond with heavy arousal. “You do that on purpose to turn me on, don’t you?”

 “Maybe...” the vampire winked impishly. “Because, honestly, I can’t keep my hands off you.” It was times like this that her sweet Georgia accent made Beca melt.

 The brunette laughed, clapping a hand over her mouth. “Jesus... are all creatures of the night as horny as you are, Beale? Not that I’m complaining in the least!”

 “I'm not a representative of ALL creatures of the night...” Chloe protested gently. “But sex is a big thing for vampires. Sex, blood and causing chaos are about the only things vamps can really take pleasure from. Otherwise, our lives are long and boring, you know?”

 “I take it not all vampires hold down a full-time job the way you do?” the slayer asked thoughtfully.

 “Very few do actually,” the redhead shrugged. She nuzzled her lover’s neck, breathing in her scent as she cupped her breasts and caressed gently, sending waves of pleasure from her nipples to her clit. “But you know I’m different. I’m not one for causing chaos these days.”

 “Mmmmm...” Beca moaned softly as Chloe’s fangs scraped gently along her skin. “If you’re hungry, go ahead,” she said then with a smile.

 “Thanks, but it’s ok,” the vampire sighed. “I just like hearing how your blood rushes faster when I do that.” She giggled then. “Admit it. You totally have a fang fetish!”

 “Do not!” the slayer exclaimed indignantly at the same time as acknowledging to herself that it might in fact be true, when it came to Chloe. The best orgasms she’d ever experienced had been when her lover was feeding from her while her fingers were inside her.

 “I believe you, millions wouldn’t,” the redhead chuckled. Beca loved the way the vampire's fangs made her speech sound slightly lisped. It was ridiculously cute. She was about to draw her lover in for another kiss when there was a sudden thudding against the front door of the basement apartment. Chloe listened, tilting her head, then sighed heavily. “Shit.”

 “What is it?” the slayer asked.

 “It’s Aubrey, my... um...” Chloe swallowed, face turning deadly serious. “You should go out the back, Beca.”

 “Oh my God. Chloe, are you married? Or dating someone else?” Beca asked, halfway between upset and indignant.

 The thudding was louder now.

 “No, of course not,” the vampire refuted as she got out of bed and pulled on a shirt and jeans. “Aubrey and I aren’t together anymore. She’s my sire, Beca, and if she finds you here, she’ll kill you. You need to get out now.”

 “Too late,” a voice purred from the doorway and Chloe whirled to find her maker watching them with her arms folded, face fully transformed into the demon she was. “You made dinner, Chlo. How thoughtful.”

 Aubrey lunged forward but Chloe moved faster than a blink of an eye to put herself in front of Beca, catching her by the shoulders and stopping her dead. “Back off, Aubs,” she said, holding her hands up then, but not yet morphing.

 The blonde tutted unhappily. “Getting your soul back really has turned you into an unsufferable bore, Beale.”

 “I can take care of myself, Chloe,” Beca said evenly as she quickly pulled her own clothes on and got her stake out, holding it tightly in her hand.

 “Oooohhhh.... Oh my God... is this...? You’re fucking the slayer?” Aubrey laughed incredulously. “Wow, I’m almost but not quite five steps away from being impressed.” She perched her hands on her hips. “She’s so tiny though. I thought she’d be bigger than just a bite. Do you have to ration her?”

 “I’m more than enough to handle you,” the slayer spat, but Chloe glanced back, making big eyes at her.

 “Not helping, Beca,” she sing-songed tightly. Then she turned back to her friend. “Listen... I know how this looks but... this isn’t just... I care about her, Aubrey. A lot.”

 The blonde laughed and shook her head. “She’s a human, Chloe! And the slayer! Do your kind a great service… Kill her!”

 “NO!” the redhead exclaimed as her face fully morphed into its heavy-browed version. “I’m NOT going to hurt her and I’m NOT going to let YOU hurt her either!”

 “Chloe, let me take her down!” the slayer said angrily.

 “No, Beca! I’m not going to let you hurt Aubrey either. She's my best friend!”

 The trio glared at each other, but Beca finally eased back, her feelings for Chloe making the decision for her. God, it was complicated. “Alright,” she said, holding up her hands and then pushing her stake into her back pocket. “Let’s just talk.”

 “There’s nothing to talk about,” Aubrey said, folding her arms stubbornly and looking away. “You have twenty-four hours, Chloe. Choose. And if you choose her, you BOTH die.”

 “Aubrey, wait,” the redhead begged as her friend turned and walked away. “Please?”

 “Choose, Chlo,” Aubrey demanded from the doorway, then blinked away.

 “Fuck,” Chloe sighed as she dropped heavily onto the bed, face morphing back to fully human. “She’s as stubborn as a cat.”

 “That was Aubrey Posen, right?” Beca asked softly as she sat down and put her arm around her lover’s shoulders. “She’s over six hundred years old.”

 “Yeah,” the vampire nodded, pushing her hair back and resting her forearms on her thighs. “She was already very old when I was a newborn. She’s very powerful.”

 There was quiet between them for a long moment, then Beca cleared her throat softly. “You have to break up with me, don’t you.” It wasn't really a question. “We have to go back to being enemies.”

 “Don’t do that,” Chloe said gently. “Don’t be selfless. I don’t want you to be. Don’t you want to fight for us?”

 “Of COURSE I do,” Beca replied. “But I’m not the only one in this relationship and you’ve known Aubrey much longer than...”

 Chloe held up a hand. “Aubrey will just have to get over it because... because, I’m in love with you and I don’t want to break up,” she stated calmly. There was another beat of silence. “I don’t expect you to say it back, but I want you to know how I...”

 But Beca’s lips silenced her as she kissed her wantonly. “I don’t ever want to lose you,” the slayer whispered then as she cupped the redhead’s face between her palms and searched her eyes. “I love you too much to survive it.” Then she smiled teasingly. “Wait... you’re not glamouring me, are you?”

 Chloe couldn’t help but laugh at the familiar joke between them. “No, you fell in love with me all on your own.” She sobered then. “Listen, I’ll talk to Aubrey and make her understand.”

 “And if you can’t?” Beca asked worriedly.

 The vampire looked away; eyes distant. “Then she and I will fight.”

 Xx

 Chloe had, despite Beca’s argument that she was the slayer and well able to take care of herself, walked her girlfriend home after dark before heading out to her Barden clinic. The vampire had been a vet for a very long time and owned several practices around the United States that she regularly visited. It was a large part of her fortune, and she had trustworthy managers at each one to run things for her when she wasn’t there. She was also licensed to practice veterinary medicine in many states. It was a lot of upkeep but worth it. She could take the certification renewal exams in her sleep at this point.

 She was walking past the Barden Cemetery when a voice she knew as well as her own made her slow down and chuckle. Her best friend was so cliché at times.

 “I know you think I’m being harsh,” Aubrey said as she stepped up to the fence and leaned against it, looking down at her manicure.

 Chloe shrugged nonchalantly. “No, I think you’re just being you. I get it, Aubs. We’re vampires and we’re supposed to eat humans. You’re not wrong... but that’s just not me anymore, and it’s never going to change.”

 The blonde levitated over the fence and landed next to her friend. “I can smell it on you, you know.”

 “Smell what?” the redhead asked.

 “Love. There was a time I smelled it when you were with me.”

 Chloe looked away, shoving her hands into her pockets. “I get why you’re upset,” she finally said. “I never thought I’d ever feel this way again. I...” She sighed. “Getting my soul back was the most painful thing that ever happened to me, Aubrey, and I know we lost us because of it.” She looked back, meeting her best friend’s eyes solidly. “But being truly honest, for me, losing Beca would be worse.”

 “But why her?” the blonde asked, lifting her hands in exasperation.

 “Why Samuel?” Chloe countered.

 “That’s not fair,” Aubrey growled.

 “How is it any different, Aubrey?!” the redhead demanded. “You fell in love with a human just like I fell in love with Beca.”

 “Yes, but I killed him,” the blonde said bitterly.

 “Because you had no choice,” the younger woman added, tone softer. “He was a hunter, and he was going to kill you after he found out what you were. Beca...”

 “IS THE SLAYER!” Aubrey stabbed a finger into her friend’s chest. “She’ll try to kill you sooner or later, Chlo.”

 “Is that what you’re worried about?” Chloe asked gently, taking her best friend's hand and holding it. “Beca loves me, Aubs. She’s not going to hurt me. We’ve been dating for months, and it’s been...”

 She stopped talking as Aubrey yanked her hand back and then grabbed her by the throat, lifting her off the ground. “Months?! This has been going on for months?!”

 Blue eyes filled with tears. “I love her, Aubrey. Please don’t try to take her away from me because I won’t let you and I don’t want to lose you either.”

 For a long moment, they stared at each other. Then the blonde tossed her friend away from her, as if she was nothing. “Love,” she spat, looking down at Chloe where she was sprawled on the ground. “Love never works out for creatures of the night, Chloe. Kill her... or I will.”

 Then Aubrey was gone before Chloe even had a chance to reply. She picked herself up off the ground, shaking her head as she dusted herself off. “I hate it when she does that,” she muttered, then turned to trudge the last mile to her clinic.

 Xx

 “You know,” Beca sighed as she swung her legs back and forth. She was sitting on top of a mausoleum, waiting to slay newly risen vampires and chatting with her girlfriend on the phone. Chloe had told her about her encounter with Aubrey earlier in the evening. “She’s actually a terrible friend.”

 “She wasn’t always like that,” the redhead sighed. “She used to be uptight but fun. Now she’s just uptight and cruel and I don’t know how to help her.”

 “Were you like that… before?” Beca asked tentatively.

 “No…” Chloe sighed again. “I was a lot more chaotic but basically the same… but without the guilt.” She chuckled. “I was never really one for playing with my food.”

 The slayer heard yapping in the background. “Is that a puppy?” she asked.

 “It’s my lunch,” Chloe deadpanned, making her girlfriend gasp indignantly.

 “Not even in jest, Beale! You can’t make jokes about eating puppies like that!”

 “I’m sorry, Baby,” the vampire giggled. “I promise no puppies will be harmed in the making of my lunch.”

 “What are you having?” Beca asked curiously.

 “Nothing. I’m still full, from having you earlier,” Chloe replied. Beca could see the vampire’s eyebrow waggle in her mind’s eye.

 “Perv,” she teased.

 “You should have seen her a hundred years ago,” Aubrey suddenly said, stepping out of the darkness into the glow of the streetlight. “She made sailors blush.”

 “Uh… Chloe, I have to go. Aubrey’s here,” Beca said slowly, then hung up and shoved her phone into her pocket. “I assume you’re here to give me the shovel talk about not hurting your best friend, etcetera?”

 The blonde grinned a little. “I think we’re past that, don’t you? I know you have a plan to kill her. Why are you waiting? Are you trying to get information out of her first? Information about her six-hundred-year-old sire, maybe?”

 The brunette shook her head disbelievingly. “Um… paranoid much?” Blonde eyebrows lifted but the vampire just shrugged. “I didn’t even KNOW you were Chloe’s sire until the first time you and I met.”

 “Bullshit,” Aubrey chuckled. “I’m always the first vampire new slayers come after.”

 Beca shrugged this time. “My watcher is constantly telling me I need to study more, but I tend to focus on what’s around me to battle. I don’t care about vampires that aren’t here in Barden.” Her eyes narrowed then. “You should have stayed away, Aubrey, because now, I care about you.”

 The blonde scratched her head. “And... am I supposed to be afraid of you?” she asked, scoffing a little.

 “I think you shouldn’t underestimate her,” Chloe said as she skidded to a stop. “Hi, Baby.”

 “Hi, Beautiful.” The slayer hopped down from the roof of the mausoleum and bounced on her toes a little. “So, what’s going to happen tonight, Ms. Posen? Are we going to talk this out? Or am I going to kick your ass to hell?”

 “You gotta hand it to her,” Aubrey said, looking at Chloe. “She’s brave in the face of death.”

 “You have no idea,” the redhead chuckled. “She has skills too. I fought her seventeen times and even reading her mind, I couldn’t beat her.”

 Beca’s mouth dropped open. “But... you said you weren’t trying to kill me.”

 Her girlfriend shrugged sheepishly. “I wasn’t… but I WAS trying to beat you the first few times. You’re just a better and more motivated fighter than I am. I kinda lost interest in it after…”

 “You got your soul back,” Beca and Aubrey said at the same time, the blonde vampire punctuating her words with an eyeroll. Chloe just shrugged again and started pacing a little.

 “So,” she said then. “What do we do? Aubs, I think you’ve figured out that Beca and I aren’t going to give each other up. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here. So… make your decision. Are we going to fight or are you going to get over it?”

 The older woman sighed and shook her head. “You’re infuriating, Beale.” She perched her hands on her hips. “But fuck it. I’m washing my hands of it. If you want to be with a slayer, it’s your funeral!”

 “Been there, done that,” Chloe teased, but she knew she’d won the battle before the battle had even begun.

 “Ugh,” Aubrey exclaimed. “Infuriating! Don’t expect me to be nice to her!”

 “And don’t expect ME to be nice to HER,” Beca added, although it was fairly half-hearted. She had to admit that a part of her was slightly terrified of the commanding blonde, even if she hadn’t been a six-hundred-year-old vampire.

 “We can work on that,” the redhead grinned. “Baby steps, right?”

 “Jesus Christ… I need a damn drink,” Aubrey stated. “An ALCOHOLIC one!”

 “Find a bar then,” Beca said.

 “Uh… that’s not…” Chloe began. Then she shook her head. “You know what, never mind. That works too.” Beca tilted her head in question, but Aubrey was already walking away to find a drunk victim. Two birds with one stone. The redhead chuckled softly. “I’ll explain later. Let’s get out of here.”

 And hand in hand, they headed toward the vampire’s clinic.

 Beca looked carefully at her girlfriend, who seemed relaxed and happy. “That puppy’s really ok, right?”

 Chloe just rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Bec.”

[rjr1989]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chloe Beale's life recently changed. Attacked, she barely, survived almost by luck. Over time she realized she had been cursed to have powers, but uses them to protect others from what happened to her. She begins to hunt those who would hunt her, but finds her prey that night is not what she seems.

This is the Third Story of Pitch Perfect SpookFest 2022.