A/N: This story takes place after season 2 of TAJ and after season 3 of BH. It's been inspired by a couple of songs from the new Wednesday 13 album (The Dixie Dead) and the tracks are 'Bloodsucker' and 'Curse the living'. - Check the lyrics and you'll understand ;)

I have to thank my amazing girlfriend KusocookinHel for being my greatest support ever, for helping me sort my ideas out and just being the amazing person that she is. Thank you babe, I love you

ps: I'm dedicating this story to her because she's my soul mate and pretty much the Anders to my Mitchell :)

Chapter 1.

"The darkness won with Mitchell. Ultimately what he was won over who he was."

Everything was lost after Lucy betrayed Mitchell, after the box tunnel 20, the vampire had lost all faith in humanity and just didn't care anymore. The only thing he cared about now was chasing his morality and decency away and finally embrace his darkest side all over again, this time for good.

He didn't want to be like humans anymore, he was tired of trying and be better than the other vampires, it was exhausting to keep his instincts at bay. Exhausting, useless, and painful too. Mitchell was so sick of hurting.

The last time he had come back home he was soaked in blood and completely high on it, so much that George, Annie and Nina had thrown him out of the house and told him to never show himself ever again. Still the vampire didn't care, everything just confirmed his theory: there was no point in being good, it was so much easier to be the beast he was supposed to be.

Mitchell left, without looking back, feeling nothing but a great need for freedom, his want for redemption completely buried in the back of his mind.

Who was he kidding anyway? There was no redemption for someone like him. There was nothing awaiting for him once he would have died, he was a lost and damned soul, he was better off living life to its fullest without a care in the world.

In the past, Mitchell had traveled around Europe with Herrick and he remembered how amazing it had been to see all those beautiful places, so the most obvious thing to do for him was to start a journey around the world to see it all, just like Daisy and Ivan. Deep inside, he had always wanted to have something like theirs, he had always wanted to find the missing half of his damned soul and roam the earth with them.

That was his mission now: find his soul mate and be with them for the rest of his immortal life.

Woman or man, he didn't care as long as he could feel that spark igniting underneath his skin, the unmistakable feeling he knew he was going to get once he had found his true soul mate.

Mitchell had heard tales and stories about such a bond, about vampires finding that missing part of their being, and once they'd finally be united they couldn't be apart ever again, falling madly in love and becoming more powerful than any other vampire, sometimes even more powerful than an elder.

It wasn't exactly the power that interested Mitchell, but he knew that he couldn't have lived the rest of his days alone. He had searched for two years across Europe, achieving nothing but a few one night stands and some good feeds, even if at some point he really thought he had found them.

There was a girl in Austria, Lena, with auburn hair and piercing green eyes, there was something feline about her and Mitchell had definitely mistaken his wild physical attraction to her for something more. They spent a month together in Innsbruck, drinking, smoking and having steamy sex to the beat of some old hard rock songs, until Mitchell couldn't bring himself to spend one more minute in her company. He fled at the crack of dawn, one day, no note was left, no explanation of any sort – not one that Lena could understand, at least.

Europe was out of the picture, he had roughly seen it all and it was about time to move to somewhere different. He thought about trying with the United States, first, but it would have been too much work to start out with, his second choice was Australia, but then he thought about how much he had always wanted to visit New Zealand – since everyone spoke so highly of it – and thought that he could give it a try.

The first stop was the capital, Wellington, which reminded him of England with its rainy weather, and he definitely wasn't complaining about it since the sun was often covered by thick clouds and he didn't have to cover his sensitive skin too much.

He didn't have any luck, he didn't find a single person that he could feel any sort of peculiar attraction for, except the boy he had drank blood from. He had tasted amazing, his blood was sweet and warm, and it had left him entirely satisfied for two days, but never, not even for a split second he had thought about changing him into a vampire, he had just been a nice fuck and a good feed.

The next stop was Auckland, and the weather was definitely different, it was sunnier and hotter which meant that Mitchell needed to use both his shades and his cap to roam the city in broad daylight. He decided very soon that he didn't need to keep searching for his soul mate during the day, it would have been better to look for them at night, when his strength would have been at its fullest.

Mitchell spent his evenings and nights sneaking from bar to bar, night club to night club, until one day he stepped into a pub and his whole body shook: he had found him.

There was a man standing by the bar, sipping on a pint of red ale and flirting with two girls at the same time. His dirty blond hair was slicked with gel and his pale blue eyes shone in the dim light of the pub, and the more Mitchell looked at him, the more he felt like fire was rushing through his veins. He pushed his way past a few people, not even caring about the few insults that were sent his way when he bumped into a girl, there was only one thing that mattered and it was the man by the counter.

Once Mitchell stood in front of the guy he noticed their height difference, thing that made him smirk in delight, and once the blond had caught sight of the vampire the girls that he had been talking to completely lost any appeal to him.

"What have we got here?" the man licked his lips, unashamedly.

"Anders!" one of the girls whined and Mitchell raised his eyebrow, the same smirk from before tugging at his lips.

"Oh, a Nordic name. I like that."

Anders broke into a grin, still completely ignoring the utterly offended girls that were standing next to him.

"There are many things to like about me, you know?"

That was it, Mitchell was even more sure about the burning sensations that were running through his whole body, Anders was just as attracted to him as he was, and not just because he was a flirt, he knew that there was more about it.

They quickly fell into a flirtatious conversation and the girls had promptly stormed away, cursing and moaning as they left the men to their smug smirks, witty remarks and sexual innuendos.

Mitchell loved talking to Anders, he was the right mixture of intelligent, funny, snarky, dirty and he was definitely more than easy on the eye.

Mitchell could lose himself into those light blue eyes and the way in which they flickered according to the different topics they touched during the conversation; he had a mouth that only produced unholy thoughts into the vampire's mind, and when those perfect lips stretched into a smile or a grin it was definitely something to die for; his dimples, because damn he had never seen a man who could make dimples look so damn hot that he just wanted to dip his tongue into them; his hair was way too neat and tidy for his taste, and he couldn't wait to see it all ruffled and damp, it definitely looked perfect to pull and to hold on to; he could spot the defined muscles of his legs through the tight fabric of his jeans, and he couldn't help but fantasize about what such strong looking legs could do or how tightly they could wrap around his waist.

But there was something more that lied beneath Anders' skin, underneath those good looks and the way he could tease someone to death and piss them off to the point of wanting to slap him. He looked lonely. Mitchell saw it in his eyes, heard it in his voice, Anders suffered in silence and covered everything up with his strong personality and his distasteful jokes.

They were both hurt and lonely, and Mitchell needed to do something about that.

Talking, joking and laughing soon lead to hands brushing together, fingers grasping wrists. Anders pushed a few curls away from Mitchell's eyes and then the vampire was pressing him against a wall, their bodies flush against each other as their arousals met from underneath their jeans.

They had been together for some hours, at least, yet Mitchell hadn't felt the need to drink the man's blood, not even once. There was something about Anders, he was so different from everyone he had ever met, and now that he was coming closer and closer to him, their lips ready to meet, Mitchell stopped abruptly, eyes snapping wide open as he inhaled the most peculiar scent ever.

"What are you?" Mitchell's question clumsily rolled out of his tongue. Anders met the vampire's eyes with an equally shocked expression.

"What?"

Mitchell inhaled again, slowly and deeply, letting Anders' scent tickle his nostrils and fill his lungs. Never before he had smelled something like that, and it definitely wasn't human.

"You're not human." Mitchell took a furtive look around, then tilted his head slightly "You can tell me, I promise. Your secret is safe with me."

Anders was mesmerized by the vampire's voice, the way he spoke and looked at him, so intensely that his knees might have given out any minute. But his brain still didn't completely fail him, no matter the haziness produced by the alcohol.

"You're not a fuckin' hunter, are you? Because if you are, one of your colleagues already tried to kill me," Anders scrunched up his face and shrugged "Didn't work out as she'd planned, eh?"

Mitchell cocked an eyebrow "Hunter?" he laughed "No, I'm no hunter." a small smirk curved his lips and his tongue rolled over them "I'm more like a predator." Anders squinted at him.

"Well I am kind of a predator myself, do you think it could work out between two predators?"

Mitchell shrugged "It does work between two tigers, two lions, two wolves," he didn't particularly like to refer to himself as a wolf, but the whole comparison worked perfectly "why shouldn't it work between us, too?"

Anders didn't seem able to find an answer to that, so he just pursed his lips and shrugged "Fuck knows," his fingers grasped the collar of Mitchell's t-shirt as he kept him close. His tongue ran between his own parted lips as he studied every inch of the vampire's face "Tell me what kind of predator are you, then I'll tell you what I am." Mitchell seemed to be hesitating for a moment, but then he just went with it.

"I'm something that could free you from all your pain and problems. You could come with me and leave it all behind," Mitchell's voice was lowering to a whisper "whatever is making you feel so miserable, I can make it all go away." Anders was listening carefully, a disbelieving look painted all over is face.

He hadn't told him anything personal, yet he seemed to know perfectly what was going on in his life. Anders was hurting, indeed, he was tired of being blamed by his family for screwing everything up. It wasn't his fault if Helen had died and the soul of Idunn, instead of Frigg's had reincarnated into Gaia.

"What the fuck are you on about? What are you, Satan?" Mitchell laughed at that comment, throwing his head back before looking at the man again.

"Something like that." Mitchell bit his lower lip "I'm a vampire."

In that moment Anders wasn't exactly sure if the booze had succeeded in burning his brain cells, or if he had passed out somewhere in the club and now he was just dreaming about that. Everything was getting weirder and weirder by the minute and he didn't like that.

"You're a vampire, right. Do you come from Transylvania and all?" Anders couldn't help but snigger at his own words, but Mitchell didn't look so amused.

"No, I'm Irish just like I told you." he took another quick look around, bothered by the fact that they were completely surrounded by people. "Listen, let's get outta here, yeah? Somewhere more private."

Anders' lips stretched into a shit-eating grin as he stared up at Mitchell's way too serious gaze, "Are we gonna fuck?"

At first the vampire's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but a smug smirk quickly curled his lips. "I can't wait for that, but you'll have to tell me what are you," Anders rolled his eyes.

"I'm not supposed to tell."

Mitchell scrunched his face at that reply "Well I told you what I am."

Anders raised his brows "Yeah, but I don't believe you?" he teased him, grin still plastered on his lips.

Mitchell sighed and dropped his head, he hoped to whatever deity that no one was looking in their direction and let his eyes fall shut. He slowly lifted his chin back up, making a show of blinking his eyes open. Anders had to bite his tongue not to scream as he stared into pitch black eyes, the kind he had only seen in horror shows or movies.

"Do you believe me, now?" Mitchell made sure to bare his fangs, tongue rolling over them as he smirked deviously. Anders knew he should have been scared, and there was this tiny, almost inaudible voice in the back of his brain that tried to scream at him to run for his life, but there was a sudden rush of heat jolting its way through his body that made him groan lowly.

Anders wanted whatever Mitchell had to offer him, hell he wanted Mitchell. He had spent the best few hours of his life talking to this stranger and now he didn't care about anything or anyone else. It was like someone had switched on something inside him, he wanted to tell Mitchell everything about himself and wanted the vampire to be his.

"Being pulled by a vampire. Who'd have thought about that when I woke up this morning?" Anders shook his head. It all made sense now, though, the reason why his powers weren't working on him – not that he had actually needed to use them, since Mitchell was flirting with him just fine – Bragi's voice would only work on mortals, and Mitchell definitely wasn't one.

Mitchell's fangs retracted and his eyes went back to their human appearance "When I woke up this morning I didn't know I was gonna find my soul mate, either." the vampire shrugged and waited for the man's reaction. Anders stared at him, giving him a sarcastic look.

"What the fuck are you on about?" he was smirking softly, almost imperceptibly. Mitchell intrigued him, his whole body told him that he could trust this mysterious guy, making him shiver when the words 'soul mate' left the vampire's lips.

"Just tell me what you are," Mitchell's gaze turned softer, almost desperate to know more about the man. Anders sighed dramatically and folded his arms across his chest.

"I am the human incarnation of a Norse God. Bragi, to be more specific." he bowed his head slightly, as if to introduce himself all over again "God of poetry."

Mitchell's eyes widened in disbelief. He had heard rumors about human incarnations of deities from every known pantheon, and he had always wondered if those stories were actually true, now that he had found proof of them he couldn't stop gaping at the god. Finally running into an actual incarnation of a deity was awesome per se, but finding out that he was his soul mate was even crazier. Anders grinned at the vampire's expression, extremely pleased with himself.

"So you want a root now, or what?"

Mitchell's eyes turned black again, but this time Anders didn't even flinch.

"Lead the way."

Once they got out of the pub Mitchell shoved Anders into the nearest wall, making him huff as his back crashed against the bricks. The vampire kissed him hard and roughly, as if he had waited all his life to do that. Anders' fingers gripped at the dark curls on the back of Mitchell's head, pulling him impossibly close as he responded to the kiss with the same hunger and need. Mitchell growled and pushed his tongue past Anders' lips, ravaging his mouth before the god returned him the favor.

When they pulled apart Anders dragged him to his SUV, deep inside he knew that things would have got incredibly messy with Mitchell, so he had enough commonsense to wait and actually drive them to his place.

Once they were inside Anders' flat they clumsily made it to the bedroom, shedding clothes as they dragged each other towards the bed. They didn't speak, at first, they only let their bodies and guttural sounds speak for themselves.

Mitchell marveled at the sight of Anders' naked body below him, doing his best to kiss, nip, lick and suck on every inch of bare skin that he could reach as he relished in Anders' growls and groans. The vampire flipped him on his stomach, dragging blunt nails down his spine, listening to him whimper and watching him shiver before his hands stopped on the swell of Anders' buttocks to knead the soft flesh. Anders looked back at him over his shoulder, biting down on his lower lip as he jerked his head towards the nightstand on the right side of the bed.

"It's all in the bottom drawer." Mitchell nodded and went straight for it.

The preparation was frustratingly long and thorough, Anders would have just wanted the vampire to be inside of him, but Mitchell had other plans. He took his time to penetrate Anders with one, two, three fingers, changing pace and angle of the thrusts every now and then, enjoying the stream of curses and loud moans tearing from Anders' lips.

The blond soon decided that Mitchell was a first class bastard, and no matter how much he was aching to actually being fucked into the mattress, he was loving every second of that torture.

"Quit fucking around, for fuck's sake!" Anders burst all of a sudden, tired of writhing and sweating without being able to feel Mitchell inside of him. The vampire grinned and tilted his head, pumping his fingers one last time deep inside Anders' body.

"I thought you were having fun?" Mitchell shrugged before slowly pulling out the three digits. Anders flared his nostrils, briefly throwing his head back.

"I am! But –" he swallowed thickly as he paused to roll on his back "- I need more." he licked his lips as he looked up into the vampire's eyes, chest heaving as he tried to even his breathing.

Mitchell didn't know how he had endured so much without shoving himself right inside Anders' body, he never took all that time to just please his sex partner, he usually only thought about his own pleasure. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't lusting over Anders' blood and his brain was free from the haziness that blood lust caused, or maybe it was because Anders was his soul mate, or maybe it was because of both things. Either way he was definitely having the time of his life.

When Mitchell was finally inside of him, and Anders' legs and arms were draped around his body, the vampire felt the most peculiar shower of emotions he had ever experienced. The pleasure was incredible, and he would have never wanted to leave Anders' body, he felt like his dead heart could explode any minute as their bodies and souls were connected as one.

It was like they had known each other forever, as their lips slotted perfectly together and they moved just in the right ways that were going to tip them off the edge painfully soon, yet they did everything in their power to make the moment last.

Even then, though, a horrible doubt insinuated into the vampire's mind, threatening to poison and ruin everything: What if that wasn't it? What if Anders was just like Lena, an incredibly hot mess that only had to flash Mitchell a grin to get him out of his jeans? What if the fire he felt rushing through his veins wasn't exactly that sign he was looking for and instead it was only his brain relocating between his legs? Well he didn't have to do anything too quickly, he could just enjoy the extremely pleasant moment and hopefully switch that noisy and annoying part of his brain off.

Anders was staring up at him, at the slightly troubled expression painted all over his painfully handsome features, and it was like he could read his very essence and he just knew that something was wrong with him, even though someone could have just interpreted that grimace for pleasure. It was so odd, everything about that night had been so odd that it was doing his head in, yet he couldn't help but cup the back of Mitchell's neck and pull him into a messy and needy kiss that emptied both of their minds, so that they could go straight back to lose themselves in pure, rough passion.

Anders climaxed first, a hand fisted into Mitchell's dark curls and the other firmly clasped around the bedpost over his head as incoherent curses and groans left the back of his throat. His hips jerked on their own as he rode it all out, spilling all over his own stomach and the hand that Mitchell had wrapped around his cock, he also thought his neck was almost going to snap if he'd arch it back any further.

Mitchell was getting closer and closer to his own release, still he wasn't ready to give up just yet. His brain was shutting down all over again, nonsense filling his mind as he pounded into Anders' body as if his whole life depended on it. No, Anders couldn't be like Lena, Anders had to be it, his blood was still feeling like lava as it coursed through his veins, and there was hardly anything warm about Mitchell's undead body. Still he didn't know, he was scared that he might have made a mistake by turning him, yet when his name left Anders' lips with a husky, low groan his confidence snapped back to him all of a sudden.

"You need to be mine, forever." Mitchell cried as he buried himself completely inside the god's body, he was so close to the edge and again he didn't allow himself to come.

"So do you. Fuck." Anders growled as his nails scraped at Mitchell's shoulder blades "M-make me yours, forever." Mitchell's hips stayed still as he stared down into pale blue eyes.

Disbelief suddenly pooled into those icy eyes and Anders' breath hitched in his throat, he bit his tongue, regretting the words that had slipped his control. That was insane, why would he tell a guy he had just met to 'make him his forever'? It wasn't even something he'd tell any fucking one, at all. That just wasn't him, so what the hell was he thinking?

"Do you really wish to give up on everything just to come with me?"

Mitchell's breath sounded surprisingly even for someone who had been having sex until a handful of moments before, but it quickly came to Anders that he probably didn't even really need to breathe. The calm and seriousness in his voice made Anders' body shake as he stared up into those dark, piercing eyes, yet he didn't lose his teasing attitude.

"Come with you to do what? See the town of Halloween?" he smirked. Mitchell widened his eyes under knitted brows, confusion written all over his face and Anders couldn't help but snigger.

"...Did you just – " Mitchell blinked as he slowly connected those words to some lyrics he absolutely knew he had heard at some point in his life " – what did you just quote to me?"

Anders rolled his eyes "The Nightmare Before Christmas, kind of."

This time it was Mitchell's turn to laugh. His eyes squeezed shut and his nose wrinkled as his lips curled into a brilliant grin and the bubbling of his laugh was so genuine and crystalline that Anders couldn't help but laugh again himself.

"This is nuts man," Anders finally spoke, shrugging a shoulder and still wheezing as he rested his hands on Mitchell's shoulders. "I don't fucking know you, why are you asking me all this?" he scowled up at the vampire. Mitchell grinned.

"Then why'd you say yes? You're not the type of guy who does this kinda things, not even in the heat of the moment," he tilted his head as he added "and neither am I." Anders' glare turned into a slightly confused and taken aback stare.

"How can you read me like this? And –" he grimaced, kind of reluctant to admit his feelings "why can I do the same with you?" Mitchell's grin all but widened, showing two rows of white teeth and no menacing fangs.

"It's the bond of the soul mates, it feels like we've known each other forever, doesn't it?" he simply explained with a shrug.

Anders seemed to think about it for a while. It could only make sense in the mad world of the supernatural, where gods and vampires apparently were real and both he and Mitchell happened to belong into. Still it was frightening, the thought of something such as soul mates bonds, it was crazy the way in which it felt like they indeed had known each other forever, and they were practically like magnets that just couldn't pull apart. Sure he had felt something similar when Helen was still alive, but with Mitchell it was different, it wasn't just about the sex or the physical attraction, it was something that went beyond everything.
And then there was Mitchell's offer, Anders could become like just like him, frozen in his youth, gorgeous and deadly, and leave everything behind, all the suffering and the pain of being Anders Johnson could fade away and he could see whatever the world had to offer to a couple of vampires. The idea was deliciously tempting, just like the man lying on top of him, and Anders was definitely inclined to say yes, but there was still something that needed to be done before, and that was when Anders' expression turned malicious all over again.

"Isn't it your turn to come, though?" Anders grinned as he clenched his muscles around the vampire's still hard member and rocked his hips up. Mitchell's expression quickly went to confused to disheveled as a growl got stuck in the back of his throat.

"I guess it is," Mitchell breathed out as a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips and his hips started to snap against Anders' in a rough pace.

Anders threw his head back all over again, eyes screwing shut and mouth hanging open as Mitchell pounded into him. Hell, he could have probably orgasmed all over again if the vampire kept that kind of pace and hit the right spot.

It wasn't going to take too long for the vampire to reach his limit, still he held on just enough to growl out his offer all over again "Just say yes," he swallowed thickly "say yes and I'll make you mine, forever."

Anders tipped his head up and opened his eyes to stared up at the vampire, his nostrils quivered and a groan tore from his lips as Mitchell hit a bundle of nerves inside of him "Fuck!" he squeezed his eyes shut and twisted his fingers through Mitchell's dark curls. He sucked in a deep breath, taking his time to think about this a little longer, just a little longer before he finally blinked his eyes open and nodded "Y-yes. Fuck, yes. Just do it."

A sly grin curled Mitchell's lips as his fangs protracted and his eyes turned black.

To be continued...