N/A: So this is an experiment, pretty much. It's the first time I've ever written a crossover but for some reason these two characters seem to fit very well together, and not only because they're Aidan and Dean. Anyway, in this story Mitchell doesn't know George and Annie, while Anders is back from Norway after fetching the branch from the Tree Of Life. That's all I wanted to say! Oh, and of course you'll have to forgive my English, it's not perfect because it isn't my first language. Enjoy! :)

Chapter 1.

"Why do you wanna leave Bristol? Why flee the country like this? You have everything you need here, lad." the ginger vampire sitting across from Mitchell ran his fingers through his hair, blue eyes beaming with danger as they met chocolate brown eyes.

"Why the hell not? I need a fresh start, I might come back or I might not." Mitchell shrugged, dark curls swaying gently behind his ears.

"But you will be alone, out there. Believe me you don't wanna be without us." Herrick gestured casually around his empty office, then added "Without me." he tilted his head slightly, a sly smirk curling his thin lips.

Mitchell smirked in return, his thick brows raising before he spoke "I can look out for myself. And I am pretty sure I will find other vampires wherever I'll decide to go."

Herrick snickered "Oh, I am sure you will but... You know, no one can assure you that they'll be as friendly as I am." he shrugged, pursing his lips as he spread his arms.

"Yeah, then I got nothing to fear." Mitchell huffed, amused.

Herrick wasn't exactly one to be called a friend.

"Remember Mitchell, I will find you... And I will bring you back if needed." Herrick threatened, leaning his hands over the antique desk he was sitting at.

The dark-haired vampire sitting across from him pushed out his lower lip "I don't see why you should. You have plenty of good people to rely on, haven't you?" that being said Mitchell rose from his seat.

"Be safe out there, Mitchell, for it's a cold and scary world without me." the ginger vampire grinned evilly.

"Oh, I'm sure I'll end up crying and calling you in the dead of the night!" the younger vampire frowned, teasing him. "Bye Herrick." he licked his lips and flashed his maker a smirk before he left the room.

He didn't look back on his way out, he just wore his sunglasses and went back to his car, started up the engine and drove to the airport.

It had been quite an hard decision, but he had thought about it for a long time and he knew that a new beginning was the right thing to do if he wanted to be – and stay – clean. He had too many memories in England, anyway, so he might as well just leave the country, hell he even wanted to leave Europe.

He had bought a ticket to Auckland, New Zealand, he didn't know why but it had seemed like a good idea.

He didn't know much about Kiwi vampires, but he was sure that once he got there he would eventually get to know something about them, and of course he was probably going to meet some. He didn't want to get involved with them, though, if he wanted to embrace humanity and give up his bloodthirsty side, he needed to stay away from other vampires.

The flight had been exhausting, no matter all the comforts, there were just so many hours he could bear to spend on an airplane and that journey seemed neverending. He had also started craving so bad for a cigarette that he had to force himself to sleep before he could snap badly at anyone. A hostess had offered him an electronic cigarette, at one point, and Mitchell found himself to be sucking steam out of a piece of plastic.

Great.

He had proceeded to go back to sleep, because not having a real cigarette to keep himself occupied with was going to trigger something dark inside him, and the last thing he needed was slaughtering all his fellow passengers along with the crew.

He nearly couldn't believe it when he finally stepped out of that plane and everything seemed just so perfect. He sucked in a deep breath and even the air that filled his lungs smelled and felt amazing. He couldn't really help a big grin to spread on his lips.

He needed a ride and he also needed to find a cheap hotel to stay until he'd find a real place to dwell. He knew he should have probably looked for it before actually getting to Auckland, but the need to get away from Bristol – and its vampire community - had been too strong to waste time on finding a flat.

He grabbed a coffee on his way out of the airport and smoked half of a cigarette before rushing to the first bus he could find that was headed downtown.

He was having a good feeling about all that, and who knew... He could even find love in Auckland, he could find the much needed pillar of strength to succeed on his purpose. He grinned at that thought and looked out of the window.

When he got off the bus he dragged his bags with him and headed to the nearest wall, he leaned his back against it and finally lit up a cigarette. He let his eyes fall shut when he took the first puff of tobacco, moaning softly when he felt it filling his lungs. Gosh, he had really needed that.

"Man, I'd give a kidney to be the one who pulls that kinda sounds out of your throat."
Mitchell suddenly perked up, nearly choking on the smoke when he heard a voice.

He wasn't a prude, he certainly wasn't a pervert and if he had been in the past it was all because of the hunger, but then again, being addressed with something like that didn't happen quite often to him, especially not from men.

Once the coughing fit was over, Mitchell looked at the guy who was smirking up at him "S-sorry, what?" he smiled unsure, brows raising as he stared at the shorter man in front of him.

The blond, pale blue-eyed stranger was holding an unlit cigarette between his lips "Your moan, the one you made just now while smoking..." he nodded, cigarette quivering between pink lips as he spoke "That's not something one hears often. And I'd be a liar if I said that I wouldn't wanna be the one to pull it out of you." he stated again, and apparently the vampire hadn't gone deaf yet.

The brunet blinked, admiring the confidence of the man and for a few moments he didn't exactly know what to say.

He had had a couple of homosexual experience in his life, hell even Herrick had made this kind of innuendos more than it was necessary, and probably he didn't remember quite perfectly, but he was pretty sure that something had happened with him, too. The thought made him shudder in disgust, not because he had sex with a man but because Herrick disgusted him.

"So, are you going to give me a light, please? Or..." the blond had pulled the cigarette away from his lips to speak, now.

Mitchell blinked and just handed over the lighter "Do you normally say such things when you need a light?" he couldn't help but ask with a smirk.

"Only if the person is worth it." the stranger lit up the cigarette, took in a deep drag of tobacco and then exhaled the smoke slowly through his thin lips. "Thanks, mate." he flashed the vampire yet another crooked smirk and then returned him the lighter.

Mitchell made sure to push it back into his pocket without staring too curiously at the stranger.

"Tourist?" the blond asked, tilting his head as he took in the few bags scattered at the taller guy's feet.

Mitchell scowled and blinked "I actually just moved here." he nodded, a pink tongue running between his sort of chapped lips. He didn't even know why he was telling him that, it was probably because he was unconsciously starting to embrace humanity and be social, already.

"I was hoping to hear this answer." the man sucked his lower lip in and then released it with a pop "Do you have a place to stay, already?" he asked before sucking on his cigarette.

The vampire stared at him for a moment and then shrugged, taking a drag of tobacco himself and making sure not to moan this time "Actually no, I was looking for a hotel and then I'll start flat and job hunting." he exhaled the smoke through the crook of his lips and he swore he saw the man bite his lower lip, when he did.

"Forget the hotel, you should definitely come to my place." he said boldly, a mischievous smirk curled his thin lips as he took another puff.

Mitchell widened his eyes and cocked a brow "Serious?"

"As a heart attack." the man nodded slowly.

"You don't even know my name, you don't know me." Mitchell scoffed and shrugged "Why would you let me stay at your place?"

The blond took his time to breathe in a big drag of tobacco, then exhaled it slowly in pale gray coils of smoke "Maybe because I wanna get to know you." he grinned, mirroring the vampire's raised brow.

The brunet shook his head with a small chuckle "Sorry but I don't think it's a good idea." he did give him a polite smile, though.

The blond furrowed his brows and looked seriously taken aback "Oh..." he blinked and then licked his lips, taking a last drag from his cigarette before throwing it away "Well, if you change your mind or... Just need help," he fished for one of his business cards into the inner pocket of his jacket and handed it to the vampire "please do call me."

Mitchell hesitated for a moment but then took the card from the man "Okay..." he blinked.

"See you." the blond winked and walked past him, not even waiting for an answer.

The vampire just stood there, still trying to process what had just happened.

That was definitely the last thing he expected to happen during the first hours of his arrival in Auckland. He just shrugged and examined the card in his hand "JPR – Johnson Public Relations, by Anders Johnson." he read out loud, then looked at the phone numbers written at the bottom. Mitchell sighed and pulled his wallet out of his pocket, opened it and slid the card into it, it was only when he saw his pounds that he realized that, shit, he had to change his money, too. He shut the wallet and stuffed it back down his pocket before he finally decided to look for the damn hotel.

–

Anders was completely unfocused at work, he wasn't even listening to Dawn as she blabbed about customers, meetings and phone calls he needed to make. He kept staring down at his desk, blankly, torturing his lower lip with his teeth.

"Anders, are you even listening to me?" the girl scoffed.

The man looked up at her and smiled "Dawn, love, you'll have to do without me for today." he stood up and straightened his purple shirt.

The PA widened her eyes and shook her head "No, no, no no, you can't leave me to it. There are people you need to see and phone calls to make, it has to be you, not me!" she cried out. The girl knew too well that her boss was definitely going to convince her, as usual, but still she needed to at least try and put some sense in his head.

The man placed his hands over the girl's shoulders and spoke softly to her "You'll do just fine, you're the best. You're even better than me. I know that you'll find a way to call off the meetings and make those phone calls on my behalf."

Dawn blinked and a smile spread slowly on her lips "Y-yeah... Of course I will." she nodded.

"You're amazing, Dawn." he leaned in and pressed a kiss on the corner of her lips.

The girl blinked and then watched Anders pull on his jacket on his way out.

Well, his powers still seemed to be working, at least on Dawn, so what the hell had happened with the guy he had met that morning? He was Bragi, the god of poetry, there was just no way he wasn't able to woo an attractive guy.

He pulled his phone out of the pocket of his jacket and searched for Olaf's number, starting the call as he unlocked his SUV.

"Yeah?"

"Grandpa, I think we need to meet." Anders said as soon as he heard the oracle's voice, he buckled himself in the meantime.

"Well I might be kinda busy, right now."

"Stop screwing whoever you are screwing and meet me at the bar." it wasn't a request, it was a clear order.

"Bollocks." his grandfather sighed "Alright, see you in uh... Twenty?"

"Make it ten." Anders ended the call and casually threw his phone on the passenger's seat as he started up the engine and drove to his brother's bar.

"You used your power on this guy... And it didn't work?" Olaf looked at his nephew with narrowed eyes.

Anders huffed "That's what I just told you, grandpa!"

Olaf exchanged a look with Mike who was washing a couple of glasses.

"Maybe you're losing your touch." Mike shrugged "Maybe being a cock has finally led you to lose your powers." he smirked.

"You're so funny Mike, I think I just pulled something because you just made me laugh so hard." Anders glared a hole in his skull.

"Maybe you should just lose the beard." Olaf licked his lips and snickered.

"Fucksake, can we be serious for a moment?" Anders furrowed his brows and automatically scratched his hairy chin.

"That's rich coming from you." Mike raised his brows and nodded.

Anders groaned and got off from the stool he was sitting "Why have I even bothered to ask for your help?" he spread his arms and started walking towards the exit.

"C'mon! We were just messing with you, Anders!" Olaf grabbed him by his arm and yanked him back towards the stool "Sit down."

Mike laughed and shook his head as he served his brother and grandfather two pints of beer.

"Let's see, your powers are supposed to bend mortals to your every will." the oracle wrapped his fingers around the glass in front of him.

Mike had furrowed his brows and folded his arms across his chest.

"Yeah, exactly. That means both men and women. I pulled guys before." Anders shrugged.

"So you're telling us that you're gay?" Olaf widened his eyes "I thought you were completely pussy-whipped."

"Fucking hell..." Anders ground his teeth and flared his nostrils, looking away.

Mike bursted out laughing and shook his head "Grandpa, let's not piss him off more than necessary."

"Alright, alright." Olaf chuckled "Sorry. Uh. So maybe... This guy isn't mortal. Maybe he's a god, too." he raised his brows.

Both Anders and Mike widened his eyes.

"But I thought all gods were supposed to be here in New Zealand, he definitely sounded Irish, plus he has just moved to Auckland." Anders cocked a brow as he provided more details on Mitchell.

"Maybe there are exceptions that we're not aware of?" Mike raised his brows, he knew that it was impossible, but he tried anyway.

"No, that's unlikely." Olaf shook his head and took a big gulp of ale as he thought.

"We agree that he's not human, though. Or else my powers would work on him." Anders thumbed at the condensation on the glass of beer.

"Maybe he is human, but you should have tried your powers harder on him." Olaf shrugged.

Mike scowled "Is that even possible? I mean... That you didn't use your powers right on him?"

"Bullshit, it's not like I need to regulate the intensity of my powers... What the hell?" Anders scoffed and rolled his eyes, he definitely needed a large swing of beer.

"Then you need to try again, see him and use your powers." the oracle said as soon as he had gulped down half of his beer.

"Yeah, that's the only option." Mike nodded and poured himself half a pint.

"Guess I'll have to stalk him." the blond huffed and took another sip of ale.

"Now instead of calling people you stalk them? Did you lose your brain in Norway or something?" his brother furrowed his brows at him.

"I don't have his number." Anders muttered and quickly covered his face by drinking the whole pint of beer he was holding.

"What a moron!" Olaf let his eyes drop shut and threw his head back.

"Shut up, grandpa. I've got it under control. I have my methods, I'm going to find him, no matter what." this time when the blond got off the stool no one stopped him.

"By stalking him?" Mike placed his empty glass into the sink and leaned his hands on the bar.

"Such an unpoetical way to see this." Anders scrunched his face as he fixed his jacket.

"There's hardly anything poetical about you." his brother raised his brows.

"Screw you, Mike." the blond scoffed and left the bar.

He wasn't exactly going to stalk him.

Or yeah, he was.

Whatever, it wasn't any of Olaf's or Mike's business.

Anders went home to get ready to spend the evening out. He was going to raid the pubs around the area where he had met the mysterious guy and eventually he would to find him.

Supposing that the guy had really decided to go out, that night...

–

It took him at least two hours to find a decent hotel with affordable prices, it wasn't even too far from a bus stop, so that he would be able to move around the city easily.

He had decided to eat some Chinese take-away in the comfort of his hotel room, zapping through TV channels but not really watching anything. His mind was still wandering over the weird encounter from earlier in the day, he had liked the confidence in the man, even if he had tried too hard. He huffed with laughter as he recalled being offered to stay at Anders', that was definitely one hell of an extreme way to woo someone. He smirked to himself, realizing that he hadn't exactly hated what had happened, no matter the weirdness.

He suddenly put down the box of noodles he was holding and grabbed the wallet from the night stand, he opened it and pulled the business card out of it. He turned it in his hand, staring at the numbers and chewing nervously on his lower lip.

No, it was too soon to call him.

He shook his head and buried the card back through the bills, tossing the wallet on the bed as he went back to eat and watch the telly.

At one point he figured that no matter how tired he was from the journey, going out would have done good to him, even if he wasn't exactly keen on having to drink alone.

Surely if the Kiwi population was at least half as friendly as Mr Johnson, then he could be sure that he would have probably ended up drinking in company.

A warm shower worked miracles on his tensed and tired muscles, even soothed the ghost of a headache that had started bothering him. He stepped out of the tub, careful not to slip, and grabbed the bigger towel from the rack. He avoided looking at himself in the mirror out of habit, it had been more than a hundred years since he had been able to see his reflection, but he had got pretty good at ignoring mirrors. He rubbed his skin dry and used the smaller towel to dry some water away from his wild curls, there was nothing he could or wanted to do about them, so he just ran gel coated fingers through them a couple of times and that was it.

He wore black tight pants that he stuffed into his old combat boots, one of his flannel shirts and once he had pulled on his leather coat he was good to go.

He walked down the two flight of stairs and stalked out of the hotel after bidding the receptionist good evening. Of course the first thing he did was lighting up a cigarette, as he stood in front of the entrance of the hotel, looking from side to side as he decided which way he was going to head. He remembered walking past a pub, earlier that day, so he figured that taking right was the only option. He walked slowly, taking his time to savor the tobacco in his mouth, to enjoy the chilly air of the night that was falling upon him. He took in the lights of the street, people were starting to fill up restaurants, clubs and bars, and Mitchell felt like he could definitely belong there. Or at least he hoped so.

He stopped in front of a thick wooden door that sported a 'We are open' sign right in the middle and waited outside to finish off the fag. Four guys walked in before him and a couple walked out, holding hands and sharing a quick kiss before they made their way down the sidewalk. Mitchell sucked in the last drag of tobacco and then flicked the butt away before pushing the door open and walked inside the pub. The smell of ale and food surrounded him deliciously, along with a pleasant heat. A few heads turned in his direction as he walked up to the bar, he didn't really pay attention to them, not even to the blond man who was too busy having a flirtatious conversation with two lesbians.

Mitchell sat on a stool and rested his hands on the scraped wooden surface of the counter "Uh, a pint of beer, please?" he ran his fingers through his sticky hair and then waited for his booze as he looked down at his rings.

As soon as a huge glass of ale was set right under his nose a girl with long, wavy fair hair sat on the stool beside him.

"Hiya." she chirped, lashes batting as her knee pressed against Mitchell's.

The vampire arched a brow and turned to look at her, a smile appearing on his lips "Hey there."

"How come a cute guy like you is drinking here all alone?" she asked tilting her head slightly, her big earrings tingling at the sudden movement.

Mitchell had already opened his mouth to answer, but a familiar voice anticipated him.

"Perhaps he was waiting for someone, sunshine." Anders smirked crookedly at Mitchell's shocked expression. "You may wanna join the nice, chatty group of gorgeous ladies over there?" he pointed at the table he had just left, and his powers left no choice to the girl who just nodded and walked away with a smile.

Anders took her place on the stool beside Mitchell and bit his lower lip "Hi." he grinned.

The vampire couldn't help but laugh "You gotta be shitting me." he shook his head.

"No one's shitting you, I just happen to be very lucky today." he shrugged "Or maybe you are the lucky one." he suggested.

The brunet dropped his head at his words "Right." he wasn't going to stop smiling soon, apparently. "I think you're stalking me." he raised his head and nodded.

The blond had already ordered a beer when he turned back to look at Mitchell "My office just happens to be a couple of blocks away from here?"

Mitchell tilted his chin up "Is that so? And you worked 'til this very hour?" he furrowed his brows and took a large sip of beer.

Anders thanked the bartender as he wrapped his fingers around a cold glass "I had a business dinner nearby and I thought it would be a good idea to swing by." he wasn't exactly lying, except for the fact that he wouldn't normally go to a pub.

"Shut up, you look too elegant to casually come in this kinda place." Mitchell teased him as he took another swig of alcohol.

Anders laughed, the vampire had already figured the type of person that he was "That's kinda racist, just be glad that I'm here to keep you very good company." he arched a brow and smirked.

"Yeah, by shooing a potential shag away from me." Mitchell joked, his thumb playing with his rings.

The blond pointed at himself pronto "Problem immediately solved." he was still trying really hard to get his powers to work, but it was just unbelievably useless with the brunet.

"Right, silly me." the vampire smirked and then offered the blond his hand "I'm Mitchell, by the way."

"Anders." he shook Mitchell's cold hand and for a moment it felt a little like it belonged to his brother Ty. He tried really hard not to scowl.

"Or so your business card says." the brunet teased.

"So you didn't throw it away the moment I left." Anders moved his hand back on the glass, a pleased smile curving his lips.

"I was going to..." he lied with a nod of his head, then broke into a smirk "But then I thought that I could always use a PR."

"You never know, right?"

"Yeah, that's right."

They both smiled.

Time swept by between a beer and a vodka, a scotch and a 'Please don't tell me you've never had an Irish Coffee, you need one, mate!'. They had moved from the counter to a table, so that they could get a little more privacy without the bartender constantly shooting glances at them.

"That's brave, you know? What you did." Anders narrowed his eyes at Mitchell, and for some reasons – being drunk as hell – the vampire imitated him.

"What? Getting another shot of Jagermeister?" the brunet smiled goofily, his brain was starting to definitely fail him.

The blond bursted out laughing and slammed his hand onto the table "What the fuck, Mitch? I-I meant... Oh god the Jager shot." he shook his head as he kept laughing.

Mitchell threw his head back as he laughed himself.

"N-no, I meant" a stray tear streamed down Anders' left eye "moving here to start a new life! It's fucking brave." he nodded, genuinely impressed.

"Wait, you got uh-" Mitchell pursed his lips and reached out for the blond's face to wipe away the tear.

Anders' jaw slacked slightly at that contact "Seriously, we should take this conversation to my bedroom." the blond slurred with a smirk and a final nod of the head.

Then everything happened in the blink of an eye.

The brunet gulped as he stared at Anders with hooded eyes, hunger suddenly kicking in. He could hear the man's heartbeat drumming loud and violent into his ears. His hand started shaking and he quickly drew it back, he would have loved to spent the rest of his drunken night in Anders' bed, but he would have ended up killing him.

"No, I-I'm sorry. I'm gonna head back to the hotel, it's been a long... Stressful day." he nodded and fished for some money in his wallet.

"What?! Why? I thought we were having a good time!" the blond cried out.

That was frustrating, why the hell couldn't he just convince Mitchell to sleep with him? Something was definitely up with the guy.

"I just... I can't stay here any longer, sorry." the brunet couldn't do anything to hide the panic in his voice. He didn't want to listen to Anders' heartbeat, he didn't want to hear the sound of Anders' blood rushing through his veins.

The blond grabbed him by his wrist, eyebrows raising as he realized that Mitchell still needed to do one last thing before he left. "Your number, give me that at least!"

Mitchell shook Anders' hand off, freeing himself from the grip, too scared to snap and sink his teeth into his flesh in that very moment. "I'll text you, I promise."

With those final words the vampire fled the pub as fast as he could, leaving Anders to stare speechless at the money scattered over the table.

To be continued...