A/N: Hello Pitch Perfect Fans. Here is the Epilogue

I'm so sorry for the delay, but it took a couple tries to find the ending I wanted. Luckily, I have a great writing buddy who helped so much. She gave me a couple ideas that grew as we were writing.

This story has grown way bigger than I first envisioned. I really appreciate BeChloeIsLegit's help in creating a new Pitch Perfect reality. I hope you have liked it as much as me.

Please see the notes at the end of this chapter for more.

BeChloeIsLegit and RJRMovieFan do not own Pitch Perfect or any of their characters, we just really like them.

Love at First Bite

Chapter 34 - Epilogue

It was fitting that today, of all days, it was raining, Beca thought to herself. She stood huddled under a black umbrella, on a small hill, overlooking the funeral. A bit cliché, but then he would have loved the irony of it all; well, he would if he were here to experience it.

It's not a downpour, but a soft pitter-patter, which is enough to keep the morning cool, gray, and overcast. It matched Beca's mood. It doesn't help that her heels are sinking into the rain-soaked ground.

Speaking of clichés, she was the epitome of it, wearing a black dress and holding a black umbrella.

His death was not unexpected; they had known for a while that it was coming, but still, she was hit hard when she received the news. The pain in her heart was more than she had thought it would be.

The crowd below was also uniformly dressed in black, with a fair amount of them also holding black umbrellas; others just stood in the rain and let the water wash away their misery. They were gathered around the casket, which was readied to be lowered into the ground.

Even from this distance, her enhanced hearing allowed her to hear the eulogy; it was dull and dreary, much like this day was.

He was the last.

She couldn't help the thought. He was the last connection to her former life. The last mortal attachment to the world she had been born into. The final link to her innocence; it left her sad. She had been right; they were better as friends. And they had become the best of friends once he had accepted the truth.

Once after she had been raised, and fully understood her power, she had discussed with Jesse if he wanted to be raised.

He had grinned at her and Chloe, thanking them, but shook his head no. He felt it was essential to maintain his humanity, part of which is growing old and at some point, passing on. Besides, he had met someone, and he wanted to see if it would go somewhere.

Looking at the small crowd of loved ones, Beca could only smile, knowing it had.

The priest leading the service droned on and on about the life Jesse had built for himself; a successful career, a marriage that produced three children, eight grandchildren, and half a dozen great-grandchildren. He had been very proud of each and every one of them. The priest waxed poetic about the life he had led, and she nearly rolled her eyes because he really didn't know the half of it, and the half he did, he didn't do justice to.

She wanted to roll her eyes but, out of respect for his family, she didn't because they were still standing together in the rain, paying their last respects. Besides, it was all true, even if it did come off as dry and scripted.

She's not sure when it happened, but at some point, she began to cry. She wept a friend's tears for a person who meant so much; a woman's tears for one of her dearest friends.

When the tears finally subsided, she stayed for a few moments more with her head bowed; quiet and contemplative.

She stood by herself, but suddenly felt the overwhelming need for support. Out of habit, she looked behind her and caught those cerulean blue eyes that still managed to send a tingle of love through her every time she looked into them. Even now, when those eyes were showing worry and sorrow for her loss.

She sent back a small smile as a way of saying she was okay. The downside of being near immortal was that, in time, you would see friends and loved ones pass on to the next plane of existence. In this case, one Jesse Swanson whom she had dated and loved some eighty years before.

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Stacie held an umbrella in one hand, and her wife's hand in the other. Every once in a while, she would feel the slightest squeeze of Aubrey's hand; reassuring her. The corners of her lips would pull up each time. This is what Aubrey does for her, and she strives to reciprocate.

She couldn't help but think that it felt appropriate that it was raining. For Jesse it seemed that the heavens wept and the skies poured out its soul, drenching the funeral.

Jesse had been a good man. There was a brief time when he wasn't living up to his potential, but once he accepted reality, he had returned to being the best of friends.

Not for the first time, Stacie was so glad she had been able to return to LA, to bid her farewell to a good friend. This hadn't been the case with another best friend, just a few years earlier. She and Aubrey had been devastated to learn of their good friend's untimely passing. It was only made worse by the fact that they were unable to return in time for Amy's wake.

"Hey Emily," Stacie said into her wrist com. "Glad you called. The mission was a success. The monks will support your plan. We'll be able to fly out of Katmandu tomorrow. If everything goes as planned, Brey and I will be in Tokyo by early evening..."

"Stace..."

The quiet strain in Emily's voice cut Stacie off immediately.

"Em? What is it!? What's wrong!?"

There was a long silence before Emily was able to answer. At first, Stacie can barely hear Emily speak even with her enhanced hearing, and the younger woman's words are rushed. But over time, the words became clearer, and the Watcher began to pass along her sad news, and it came out in a torrent of depressing words.

Stacie felt as if the ground opened beneath her. She started gasping, trying to catch her breath. Absently Stacie clicked the phone off before it fell from her numb fingers. Her knees gave out, and she sank to the floor.

Aubrey noticed immediately and was to her wife's side in under a heartbeat. She knelt beside Stacie, putting her arms around the brunette's shoulders. "Stacie? What's wrong?"

Sobs made it difficult for Stacie to answer. Two minutes passed before she finally looked up at Aubrey, her face red, and eyes wet with tears. Her answer, simple, "Amy passed away."

"Oh my God Stace!" Aubrey gasped. "How!? What!?"

"Cancer," Stacie whispered, "And that crazy Aussie didn't tell me-us anything!"

"Stacie…it'll be okay. I promise." Aubrey began to hug Stacie tighter.

She shakes her head, looking down at her hands. "No! She lied to me! We were supposed to have an open line of communication. Always! But she was diagnosed over nine months ago, and never told me!"

Aubrey put her hand out, taking her wife's hand, causing her to look up at me. "No, it won't be okay. She's gone, Brey."

"I know Stace, and this is going to sound cold, and harsh, but this was going to happen at some point," Aubrey said as gently as possible. She lightly ran her hand through her wife's soft brown hair.

"But she was family," Stacie said. "We haven't lost family since…"

"Benji," Aubrey breathed.

"Amy should have said something. Instead of quietly going into the night," Stacie's voice began to crack.

"She knew how important our mission is," Aubrey answered her wife. "She probably didn't want to distract you, or compromise our mission."

"She still should have told me," was Stacie's petulant response.

It turned out that no one had known. Amy hadn't wanted anyone to remember her in any other way than the larger than life, vivacious blonde from Tasmania. She had only taken some of her treatments, but her oncologist had informed her that the treatments had proven ineffective. At that point, Amy had discontinued them and decided to live her life to its fullest.

When her time came, she had left in her will that she was to be cremated and her ashes to be scattered where her late husband, Bumper's, had been five years before.

None of her friends or family had even known until they arrived at a party Amy had invited them to. Her friends and family might've been upset if it hadn't been a completely Fat Amy thing to do.

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When the service came to an end, Beca turned fully towards her soulmate and the rest of her family. She had no wish to watch the casket be lowered into the ground.

She walked towards Chloe, who still had a look of concern for Beca. Next to Chloe, both of whom were also holding umbrellas was Aubrey and Stacie. On the other side of the redhead were Lily and Emily. Behind them was Cynthia Rose and Flo. Beca couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth. It was good at times like this to have her family. It was a sad day for all of them, Jesse had been one of them, fighting the good fight, helping to uncover the truth. But since he wasn't a true-blood, and he didn't want to be raised, so he had grown old and passed on.

Emily's features reflect just what Beca is feeling. The younger woman's cheeks are wet with tears. They serve to remind Beca that Jesse's death is a reminder of Emily's loss, oh so many decades before. She catches the eternally young woman's eyes and gives a sad smile, which is quickly returned, though it doesn't reach Emily's eyes. Beca can guess the memories the poor girl was reliving.

Emily hefted the book, ignoring the wailing swirling around her on the hurricane-strength winds that threatened to knock her off her feet. With all her strength, Emily pried the book open, which proved harder than she would have thought. The book actually seemed to be resisting her.

Benji grunted as he pulled his sword from the zombie-like creature. This caused Emily to look up from the book. It was unbelievable what she was seeing. She had no idea what half the things that made up the dark army even were, only that they were attacking, and they wanted the original Book of Watchers she was holding, and so had to be stopped.

She chanced a glance around Benji as he caught his breath, his back to the cave wall. Jesse was farther down the tunnel, fighting off another creature. It seemed to be something in wolf form, a werewolf, viciously attacking him.

She reached up with her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, only to wince and pull it back; surprised to see blood on her fingers.

When had she gotten cut there?

She shook her head. It didn't matter. She needed to find the strength to open this book and stop this battle before any of her friends were killed.

Refocusing on the book, she concentrated for all she was worth, beginning to sing the chant her Great Grandmother, and Grandmother, and Mother had all taught her. Emily gasped as she felt a strange prickly sensation, the hair on the back of her neck standing up.

Her breath caught in her throat as the book opened and revealed the contents of its pages. In wonder, she continued the incantation. It took a second for Emily to register the fact, but she had begun to glow slightly.

Another creature appeared, alerted to her presence. It snarled at her before lunging. Emily continued the incantation, unable to even shout a warning, fear shooting through her when Benji was there again, sword plunged straight through the creature. Unfortunately, it stuck there as two more of the wolf-like beasts appeared.

As if by magic, in one fluid motion Benji produced two silver daggers and turned to face the oncoming beasts.

The incantation continued as if it had taken on a life of its own. A sudden realization hit Emily; she was no longer singing the words her family had taught her but was reciting the words from the pages in the book. Suddenly, she felt a warm wave of magic wash over her; like a warm blanket fresh from the dryer had been thrown over her.

She lost track of what else was going on around her as the magic began to flow from the book and through her.

Emily's head snapped up, and her hands tightened their grip on the book. Her eyes seemed to glow. Unfortunately, it was just in time to witness Atheism, the second wolf-like beast, stab its claws through Benji's chest. The young, magic-obsessed man barely let out a yelp before stumbling back and falling—dead.

Emily stood shocked, yet the incantation continued. She wanted to stop; to wail her grief, but she no longer had any control. The song flowed through her, and she could feel herself changing.

The beast stepped over Benji's body, almost with contempt. It seemed to relish the chance at easy prey as the young woman holding the book made no effort to defend herself, save maybe to sing louder.

The beast raised both clawed hands above its head and howled in victory. He stood fully erect, at least two feet taller than the tall teenager. Emily wanted to cower, to throw up her hands to at least cover her face, but she remained standing straight with the oversized book open in her hands, singing words that she both did and did not understand.

The werewolf brought his hands down with all its force, claws still dripping with Benji's blood, fully extended.

To both the beast and Emily's surprise, it hit a barrier of purplish light and slid off as if nothing. The beast stared at its claws for a second, even as the singing grew louder. This seemed to drive the werewolf mad, and it began to flail at Emily, throwing blow after blow at the young woman; each meeting nothing but a shell of purple light.

Emily's confidence surged again, trusting the magic shield around her, she began to focus on her singing.

Ignoring the ineffectual blows to the magic shield, Emily shifted the book so she was only holding it in her left arm. The once heavy book had become remarkably light to hold. She then lifted her right hand and an arc of bright neon purple magic shot from it, sending the werewolf into the wall of the cave, where it crumpled to the floor and did not move again.

The still form of Benji, lying on the floor of the cave, caught Emily's eye. Grief and guilt consumed her. She had been too slow. He had bought her the time to unlock the book but at the cost of his life. With all her concentration, she pictured what she wanted, and again magic, a brilliant neon purple lightning flashed straight from her hand, and throughout the cave. The lightning bounced off of the cave walls and scattered, striking all of the creatures and beasts of the Night Army, while missing everyone aligned with Emily.

The magic lasted a mere few seconds, but to Emily, it was infinitely longer, and she knew she had been fundamentally changed.

When it was over, she closed the book and slowly fell to her knees. Tears flowing as she reached for, and pulled Benji's lifeless body into her lap.

Emily closed her eyes at the bitter memories. The moment of her most significant loss, and her rebirth into something greater. A heavy wave of fatigue swept over her, and the young woman's knees nearly gave out. She was so tired—physically, magically, mentally by everything that had happened over the decades.

Beca noticed Emily begin to sag, but Lily was there, as always to help hold her up. Lily, who might rival Aubrey in the role of protective sister.

Again, looking at her family, Beca felt so much love and warmth. They weren't always able to all be together anymore, what with the aftermath of the Shadow Wars. Beca was thankful for those times that they were even if it was to say goodbye to one of their own.

When she stepped up to the group, Chloe immediately molded herself to Beca's side, wrapping an arm around the petite woman's waist. Beca instinctively threw her arm over Chloe's shoulder. With a nod to everyone, appreciative for their presence, she and Chloe started for their car. The rest followed and formed an informal funeral procession — each woman contemplating the loss of a lifelong friend.

"Too many funerals," Beca said on the walk back to their cars. "We've been to too many funerals."

Chloe doesn't reply out loud at first; she stroked gentle fingers over Beca's side and brushed her lips over Beca's brown hair. "I know."

"It's as bad as when Amy passed," Beca said flatly. Fresh tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

"I know," Chloe said. "He was a good man, but by remaining human, he chose the gift of peace, and being able to pass on to the next."

Beca looked at Chloe, and honestly asked, "Do you really believe there's something beyond death?" She desperately wanted there to be.

With a nod, Chloe answered, "I do." She looked over at the other women walking. "All our work restoring the Seven has shown that there's so much about the universe that we still don't understand."

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"Hey, nerd," Beca whispered as she entered the hospital room.

Sleepily, Jesse opened his eyes and immediately adopted his trademark dopey grin. Even at his advanced age, there was a boyish quality to his smile. "Beccaaw!" Jesse whisper-shouted, once he recognized her. His voice was weak and raspy with age. "Long time no see."

This elicits a smirk from the petite brunette. "Yeah, too long, my old friend." It's hard seeing Jesse look so tired and frail, lying in the hospital bed.

"Old is right," Jesse quipped. "I look every one of my hundred plus years, while you still look as beautiful as you did when we were together."

"Pfff! You don't look a day over eighty," Beca deadpanned.

"I feel like I'm two hundred years," Jesse muttered. "Is that why you've kept yourself scarce? Don't like seeing my mortality?"

A shake of her head, is Beca's answer, though she knows there is some truth to it. She does what she's always done best

"Anything I can do?" Beca asked.

"Nah," Jesse shook his head, though the breathing tube attached to his nose, restricted the movement. "I'm fine. Best of health, I got at least another good twenty years in me."

This managed to pull a chuckle from Beca. They both knew it wasn't true, but the fantasy was welcome.

"Do you wish..."

He cuts her off before she can finish the question. "...been raised?" She nodded her answer. "Nope," Jesse answered confidently. "I wouldn't give up a moment of my life with Kathy, or my kids, grandchildren, great-grandchildren. Humans aren't supposed to live forever..."

"And I'm not human," Becs mumbled.

"Yes," Jesse answered, and Beca's heart fell. She knew it was true, but knowing Jesse believed it was painful. "And no." Beca's head shot up as Jesse finished his answer.

"What the Hell, Jesse?"

He held up his hands. "Easy tiger. All I meant is that you are so much more than human, but at your core, you're human. It's what makes you a perfect Guardian Angel."

"Not much of Guardian Angel, if I can't even save you," Beca whispered.

"Except I don't need saving, Becs. I lived a long and fulfilling life." He smiled as he thought back through all his years with his family. He looked Beca in the eyes, and said confidently, "You know Becs, I don't want people to be sad when I die." He paused as he dealt with a slight cough. "You all were really sad when Amy died; I was too. But I don't want you all to be sad this time. I want you all, but you especially Beca, to remember that I loved you, and I had a great life. I want you to remember the good things, not the bad." He turned to me. "Will you do that for me Beca, when I die? Will you focus on the good?"

"Yeah, Jesse, I will."

"Beca?"

The petite brunette glanced at the redhead and smiled sadly. "Sorry, I was just... thinking."

"You wanted to say a few words," Chloe whispered in Beca's ear.

Beca looked around and found everyone quiet, waiting. They were in one of Cynthia Rose's bars; she had closed it for the night, so that they could have this moment. CR was currently behind the bar and made sure everyone had a drink of their choice in their hands. There wasn't a drop of Irish blood in Jesse's heritage, but he had told Beca he wanted an Irish funeral

Beca did want to say something, but she still didn't know what to say.

Her gaze lingered on everyone's face for a moment, a bit longer on Emily's, until finally, she stopped on Chloe's. "Umm… Well… You all know that words are not my thing. I came here knowing I had to say something, but not really knowing what to say. I still don't know what to say; just that Jesse was for years a best friend, and always there for me-us when we needed him." Her voice caught just a hitch, and Chloe reached out and began to rub Beca's lower back. Beca simultaneously felt peace and butterflies. It always amazed her that Chloe could elicit such feelings, even after all these years.

"Even now, I keep looking over to my left, expecting to see him. Even as we had to travel throughout the world over the years, Jesse remained a good friend." Beca looked over towards Chloe and gave a wan smile. "I know it was touch and go there for a moment, back in the beginning of this." She waved her hand at the assembled women. "Because of an overwrought sense of romanticism, and a tiny bit of a hero-complex, Jesse had." There was a general chuckle from the small gathering. It sobered a bit as Beca continued. "I almost lost his friendship, but he turned it around, and became the friend I..." She took Chloe's hand. "We needed."

Smiling as she remembered a lifetime of good memories, she continued. "I'm so used to him standing by me, flashing me that dopey grin and somehow making me feel better about whatever was mucking up our lives at the time..." She teared up. "I don't know what I'll do, now that it's gone. All I know is I'll miss it."

She again looked around the room. "To all of us, Jesse wasn't just an ally in the war…" Nodding to her family, she said, "He was a counselor, a willing listener, a shoulder to lean on, a friend, and a brother. He always wanted to be a knight in shining armor, and he literally got to be one. He helped us remember the difference between right and wrong, and he passed on all his knowledge as best he could, even if a lot was obscure movie references. He did this all because he believed in us, and all that we could become."

"You would think that it would be difficult to feel anything other than a bitter nonchalance about another death when a secret war has been going on; one that has taken many. Even with the current state of affairs, where equilibrium has been achieved and a semblance of peace restored, there have been many who have passed on too early."

Not so pleasant memories flashed through her head, as she said, "We've lost so many people, but it never gets easier. I'm glad Jesse got to die peacefully in his sleep, surrounded by the family he always wanted, with a beautiful wife who could love him with all her heart."

Beca could feel some of the tension draining out of her body, as if a delicate semblance of peace was settling over her now. "And I take it as a hopeful sign that we still feel a sense of loss at the passing of a friend. We still mourn his absence in our lives, even as we celebrate the life he led. I take it as a sign that even though we all have ascended to something more, we still hold a tether to our humanity, and Jesse helped ensure it."

Blushing slightly, Beca held up her glass. "Guess I've rambled enough. What I really want to say is, goodbye Jesse Swanson, you big nerd. I'm going to miss you." The rest raised their glasses and murmured 'Here-Here.'

"And you still try to say you don't have a way with words," Aubrey scoffed.

"Always underselling herself," Stacie concurred as she lifted her glass towards Aubrey, who tapped it before they both took a sip.

"Personally, I never believed any of her self-deprecation," Emily said, with a shy grin.

"Me neither," Chloe said, tapping her glass against Emily's.

"You all do know I'm right here," Beca scoffed as Chloe and Emily sipped their drinks. "I can hear what you're saying."

"We know babe," Chloe said, kissing Beca on the cheek. "It's just so fun messing with you."

"That's what friends are for," Stacie offered with a smirk.

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Over time all the women made their way to the center of the room, forming a loose semi-circle with chairs pulled from nearby tables. Each took a seat and sat back, reminiscing over their drinks. It was nice having all of them back together, even under these circumstances. The nature of their work and restoration of the peace forced them too often to have to travel.

Of course, Beca and Chloe always traveled together, just as Aubrey and Stacie. Flo and Cynthia Rose tended to partner together, having always been a great team. Only Lily really traveled alone, though she also tended to hang around LA more, watching over the Watcher; because Emily in her role as the Watcher remained in Los Angeles on a near-permanent basis.

Beca looked about the circle, with contentment. Yes, they were gathered because a friend had passed on, but they were also gathered because they were family.

At that moment, Emily laughed as Flo related some memories to her. "That's hilarious," the Watcher chuckled. She always feels so much better when all of the seven are together. Something about the celestial forces binding them together was strengthened by their proximity.

She decided she needed to bring them together more often. She had a feeling it would do them as much good as it does her.

"Christmas," Emily said out loud, which confused Flo because the story she was telling had happened in June.

"Christmas," Emily said louder, catching everyone's attention. When they all looked at her. "We need to come together again, at Christmas, well the winter equinox, but we can make a week or two of it."

Aubrey looked at the Watcher, and asked, "What's up Emily? What are you thinking?"

"Can you all feel the power in this room?" Emily asked. She looked around at everyone.

"Umm-yeah," CR said with a nod. "But isn't that kind of expected? What with what we've become?"

Emily gave Stacie a look, and the scientist in her kicked in. Stacie nodded and said, "No, it's more than that." Stacie smiled broadly as she really examined it.

"What's more, Stacie?" Aubrey asked.

"The power in this room. When we combine it, it doesn't add to it, it multiplies it, by…" the tall scientist does a mental calculation. "I don't know, but probably an order of magnitude."

"Which is why you will all return for Christmas," Emily announced.

"But, Em, there's so much to do, we're all so busy…" Beca said.

"Which is why you all are immortal, and have time on your side. There will always be more to do, but the truth is, the world also has to do some of it without you. There will be a day where even we will pass on. That which we build must be able to stand without us."

"That you still look like a twenty-year-old, always makes it odd to hear such sage advice," Beca teased.

"Yeah, because your twenty-four-year-old face makes you look so much wiser," Emily cracked back.

"So, Christmas?" Chloe asked hopefully. She wanted to get back to that idea.

Everyone in the circle looked at everyone else, and nodded with a huge smile.

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Stepping out onto the club's deck area, Chloe immediately spotted Beca at the railing looking out into the night, the bright lights of Los Angeles thirty stories below.

"Hey, Chloe?" Beca was suddenly serious, though the tenderness of her voice came through quite clearly.

There is a short pause of silence before Chloe replied, "Yes, Beca?" Her reply is also soft and gentle, already knowing what was coming next, having grown accustomed to it over the years.

"I love you, Chloe. I just want you to know that," were the next words from the younger brunette. Ever since the Kommissar incident Beca had taken to telling Chloe she loved her, and just how much she means to her every chance she got. She had come to the conclusion, that when you almost lose someone so dear to you, you can't help but feel like you never told them enough just how much they meant to you and how much you loved them.

It helped that Chloe held the same philosophy. She tightened her arms around the petite woman she loved so dearly before answering, "I love you too, Beca." Chloe then leaned in for a deep yet soft kiss.

When they finally broke for air, Chloe turned her head and looked out over the cityscape, so different than the one she had come to so many decades ago, searching for the woman now in her arms. With a nod, she whispered, "This reminds me of the spot you took me to at the observatory when we first met."

"Can you believe how long ago that was?" Beca chuckled.

"I still remember it like it was yesterday," Chloe said honestly.

"It is amazing, our capacity to remember," Beca said. A fleeting memory of Amy and Jesse, caused her smile to falter. "And a curse," she whispered.

"As I said," Chloe pulled the petite brunette tighter. "There's always a downside to this gift."

Beca returned the hug, maybe squeezing just a bit more. "I can live with that, as long as I have you."

Chloe leaned in, "You will always have me," Chloe whispered, before closing the last few inches between them. Beca's eyes slid shut automatically as Chloe's lips met hers. The petite brunette stopped thinking about all that had happened and worrying about everything still to do. No, she simply felt this kiss, Chloe's lips against her own. Everything else faded away, and all that was left was this moment, and Chloe Beale.

Chloe's soft lips were gentle and light at first before Beca truly began to return the kiss. It was then that she felt the now expected warm energy of her life force surge through her, awakening her every nerve-ending—their secret weapon against the Great Shadow. The power soulmates can imbue in each other, to make each other greater than the whole.

Beca felt Chloe's strength flow through her, as she knew Chloe was feeling hers.

Beca made a small noise in the back of her throat, and their kiss deepened, becoming more passionate as Chloe's grip on her tightened, as her own arms wrapped around the redhead's neck.

The Soulforce that raced between them made each crave the other even more. Eventually, though, air became an issue, and Chloe pulled back from the kiss—actually having to put a bit of pressure on Beca's shoulders in order to break their connection.

They pulled away panting as both their eyes opened slowly. Like always, both were ready to go back for more. The decades had not diminished their passion for each other. However, once stormy blue-gray eyes met cerulean blue, they remembered where they were. Both knew Jesse's wake wasn't the place for a heated make-out session.

They chanced a look around, but no one else was out on the patio, so it appeared no one had seen them engaged in a heated lip-lock. Of course, Beca knew that Stacie would suss it out. Her longtime friend still had an uncanny ability to sense any type of sexual tension or action.

"So…" Chloe started, unable to keep the smirk from her mouth. "Feel any better?" she whispered.

Beca blinked rapidly as her head attempted to catch up with her heart, which still beat fast. She could never get enough of Chloe. "I, umm-yes, very much." Her breathing evened out and she outwardly composed herself, though her voice was breathless. "Thank you."

"Anytime," Chloe assured the petite brunette, her voice going a bit huskier. It had the intended effect of making Beca smile even broader.

"You always make me feel better. You remind me that we're..."

"Angels?" Chloe quipped.

"Human," Beca whispered as her face split into a wide smile.

The End?

A/N: Well, that's it for this story. But wait, after much discussion BeChloeIsLegit and I have agreed to write a sequel. When I was writing the last chapter, Beca's words about not being vampires came out of nowhere, but I liked them and decided to keep it. It never felt right having them as vampires. This led to the idea that we needed to determine what our heroines really are. That was always going to take more than a few chapters, and this story is already long. Besides, BeChloeIsLegit and I want to do some research, to make this world we're creating even better. At least we hope it's better.

Also, BeChloeIsLegit has some other ideas she wants to write and post; check out her The Treble vs the Bella, if you haven't already. And I know she wants to write some BeChloe Horror Week stories, plus she's looking for Christmas prompts for the 25 Days of BeChloe. So, there's plenty of content on its way from her.

As for myself, I really need to finish my Way Too Long Epic, and I want to write two more chapters to Alone. So, content will be coming from me as well.

Therefore, please look for the sequel in 2020.

Take care.