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He hadn't actually ever met the vampire called John Mitchell. Hal had heard of him and he knew his story because Old Ones made it a point to know those who were climbing the ranks. There was quite a racket made about him back when had just been made in early 1900s.

Rumor had that this Mitchell character was the most ruthless, soulless, evil bastard since…well since Hal himself. And what could one expect being made by that weasel Herrick? He was a slimy one that little blonde bastard. The two of them, Herrick and Mitchell, kept making a ruckus all the way until Hal's departure from that way of life. And that was the last time he had heard of John Mitchell.

So it was strange now to look at her, this little ghost, Annie and know that the vampire John Mitchell had loved her.

She was too nice, too soft. All dressed in gray she looked like a sickly rain cloud that could disperse at any moment. When he thought of the name John Mitchell all he could bring to mind was Monster, Herrick's boy, killer, murderer, vampire but not Annie's lover, or boyfriend or whatever they call it nowadays.

It is far too absurd for him to comprehend so he just doesn't. He pushes the fact to the back of his mind until Kirby comes along and mucks up their precariously balanced coexistence. That's when things start to come together and fall apart. That's when the midnight conversations begin and her really starts to she her, the woman John Mitchell loved.


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