This story is kinda AU. I repeat kinda AU. Josie didn't happened and Annie is also not in here. This is a MitchellxOC story. Thanks for reading!

A thousand lies have made me colder
And I don't think I can look at this the same
But all the miles that separate
Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face
- Here without you, 3 Doors Down

It was that year 1965, the year she first saw him. He was covered in blood and she was shivering in fear. Blood was scattered all around them. Hewalked towards her with his eyes fixed on hers. She crawled back and tears started to well up her eyes. "Please…" she whimpered. She raised her hands and tried to shove him away. She looked around to ask someone for help but everyone was dead. Daniel is dead. Katrina is dead. Maya is dead. He killed them. She muttered an old chant and tried to push him off but the spell didn't worked. He held on her hand as she cried. She was losing her force. Tears fell from her eyes as the man drags her to the wall. "Stop. Please…." She pleaded. The man moved closer to her and blood was dripping from his fangs. "Mitchell." She called. She knew his name. Herrick told her. He told them. Herrick assigned him to kill them. They've been running away for 40 years. Now they found them. Now she's the last one. She can hear him growl. She closed her eyes knowing that her powers can't save her anymore. She's weak. She hasn't gotten control of her spells and powers. He moved towards her neck. She was crying hard. "I need you…" he whispered. She stopped and stared at him.

"to help me."

February 2009. She was living at Oxford. Peace. Quiet. Everything was simple. She was doing her job as a designer and everything was... well. Until she received a letter. She went home and she noticed the letter hanging on the fridge.
"Hello, lovely madelaine. Miss me? I thought I'd never hear your lovely name again. See you soon. -H"
Her finger tremble as she read the letter. Her eyes shook. "Herrick."

March 2009. "Come on Mitch." George insisted. "You gotta tell me what happened last night!"
Mitchell didn't reply instead he just gave him a wide smile. "It was fun. Okay? That's it."
"That's it? It can't be just that." George laughed. They were almost near the house when they stopped. There's a woman standing infront of their door.
"Do you know 'er Mitch?" George asked. Mitchell stared at her for a long time. She was staring back at him too but with a weak smile on her face.
"George. Go inside the house." he told him sternly.
"But Mitch-"
"Just go."
George did what he said and smiled at the woman as he passed.
"Debbie." her name slipped to his mouth like a familiar sound.
"It's Deborah."
"I thought you don't want to be called by yer whole name?" he said.
"I changed my mind."
"Why are you here?"
She sighed and walked towards him. "I.. I need your help, Mitch."
Her brown eyes gaze upon his. Mitchell saw the fear in her eyes. The fear that was there the day they last saw each other.
"What's wrong?"
Her eyebrows curled. "Herrick... he came to me."
Mitchell's eyes widened. He grabbed her arms and she glanced at them.
"What happened?"
"He tried to find me again in my house but I manage to hide away. I left Oxford. I don't know where else to go. I.. I'm lost... I'm confused... Mitch pleas-"
"Deborah." he called and gripped on her arms but not tight, just enough to make her calm down.
"Yer fine now. Yer with me 'kay?" he said. She nodded and looked at him.
"Where are ye staying?"
"Nowhere." she admitted. "I didn't brought anything with me. Only my books and some clothes."
He smiled and nodded. "I'll have to talk to George. I need to watch over you. I can't let you stay out of my sight."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm going to ask George if you could stay until I know that Herrick doesn't bother you anymore."
"I should've killed him before." she clenched her fist.
He rubbed her arms. "If you did, you're probably dead. You better come inside, it's cold out here."
He opened the door for her and looked at her. She hasn't changed, not even a bit. Her brunette hair still smelled the flowers of the English town where she came from. And she didn't aged a bit. It was unusual for witches to be immortal but she has a spell on her. A spell that made her immortal. They all did. Daniel. Katrina. Maya.
She turned to Mitchell.
"Mitch.. We're running out of..." he was surprised to see Debbie. "milk."
"Hi..." she greeted and smiled.
Mitchell closed the door and went beside George.
"Your friend?" she raised an eyebrow, knowing that having a human friend would make Mitchell vulnerable to his weakness.
Mitchell proudly nodded. "Yeah."
"I'm Deborah. But you can call me Debbie.. or both if you want." she smiled and offered to shake his hand.
"George. George Sands." he shook her hand. "You two are?"
"Friends..." she smiled. "Me and Mitchell knew each other for a very long time."
Mitchell dragged George to the living room.
"George. I have to ask you a favor." he whispered.
She walked around the house and looked. Everything was neat and plain. Something that he didn't expect from a person like Mitchell.
"What favor?" he asked.
"She needs to stay with us."
George stared back at him with shock. He seemed to be annoyed a little bit.
"But why, Mitch?"
"She needs me."
"Why can't she stay on another house and just visit you daily?"
"Because." he said and glanced if she was listening. "Because she's being hunted by Herrick."
George argued. "If she is hunted by Herrick that will be twice the danger you are in. No. She can't stay."
"But George if we're together he won't be able to touch us." he explained.
"Care to explain why?"
He leaned closer and whispered. "She's a witch."
George got even more confused. "If she's a witch can't she handle herself?"
"George please... She's my friend."
George sighed and think of it. "Okay she can stay! As long as we don't kill ourselves."
Mitchell smiled and hugged him. She was focused so much on the details of the house that she didn't notice Mitchell walking towards her.
"Good news." he said, making her jump. She tilt her head as if asking why.
"George agreed."
"Is he human?" she asked immediately.
"No he isn't. If he is, he would've been dead by now." he laughed.
"I know..." she said. "Does he know?"
"Yeah. I told him... Don't worry. Of all the people, it's George you can always trust." he said.
She nodded. "Are these all of your things?" he asked.
She shook her head. These are my books. I left my clothes on the motel." she explained.

After the took her things which is quite only little, Mitchell rested on the couch as she made herself feel at home. George went out to the grocery.
She opened her bag and put out all her books. Actually she only has three books. Afterall it's everything she needed.
She went down to look for Mitchell and saw him sitting on the couch like a tired dog.
"You 'kay, Mitch?" she said as she walked towards him. Mitchell smiled and nodded.
She sat down beside him and stared at him. It's been a long time.
He adjusted his seat and turned to her. "So what exactly did happen?"
She stared at him and lick her lips, trying to calm herself. "Well... He left a note... One day. It freaked me out and made me restless. Then one day he just barged in. I had a chance to ran away as fast as I could. I think the sigils did work."
"The sigils didn't work last time." he remembered.
"I don't know but it stopped Herrick. I burned the house down and ran away." she was playing with her fingers as she remembers what happened.
Mitchell pitied her. She'd been running away her whole life. Just like him. Only just that Mitchell stopped.
He wanted to live a normal life and so does she.
"I don't know how he found me." she said. "I kept quiet for 84 years. I don't know why he still wants me."
Mitchell looked at her eyes. "You do."
She glanced at him and remembered.. the one thing that Herrick was after. The book. If they wanted the Vampire Revolution he'd have an easier way through the book. He can not just start a vampire Revolution but also a Supernatural war. Maya knew about it. That's why the four had been running away for years. They turned themselves immortal in order to keep the book safe.
Maya who was almost like her sister. They were all like her sister and brother. But the fact that Mitchell killed them doesn't bother her anymore. She grew out of it.
The Witches didn't actually had a quarrel with the vampire society before. Deborah was older than Mitchell. Much older. She was born 1000's.
The book of Supernaturals was kept by the Grand Witches but when the humans started to kill their kind. She and Maya had to run away with the books. That's when Herrick found out about them. Maya thought Herrick was an ally. A friend. But then he wanted to use the book for a revolution Maya knew that would cost the lives of the mortal people. They are witches, they control the balance. They should control the balance. After 1925, she, Maya, Daniel and Katrina ran away from Herrick. They've been running away for so many years until the day Herrick found them and ordered Mitchell to kill them. She doesn't know why Mitchell spared her life. She didn't had the courage to ask.
"I kept the book safe." she said.
Mitchell nodded. "As you should be." he grabbed her hand. "I'll keep you safe too."
"Thanks. Mitch. I don't know how I could repay you."