Annie stepped out of the pink building. The building she and Owen had bought together. She couldn't believe she was this far away from her family. When Owen had proposed to her and she had accepted she had never thought that she would move far away from her family. As soon as she and Owen had gotten to the pink building though, her fears ran away. She left them all behind her. She was in Bristol and she was with the man she loved and they were going to live happily-ever-after together in this beautiful pink house. She smiled to herself whenever she saw it. Two weeks and they still hadn't really unpacked that many boxes, but the thing was, the one thing that she didn't like about this beautiful pink house was that it didn't have a washer. She would eventually convince Owen to put in a washing machine so that she didn't have to travel downtown Bristol to do a few loads of laundry. She looked up at the sky and slid her sunglasses on down from her head to her nose. The sun was unusually bright today, but she wasn't complaining. She liked when the sun came out, it made her remember why she loved her life. Sun always made her life just a bit brighter.

The walk to the laundromat was a good fifteen minute walk. It always took a bit longer when she had the laundry in a bag around her shoulder, but she finally made it. She took a deep breath, when she opened the door to the laundromat. She was hoping to have it all to herself, just her and the two loads of laundry, but there was a man. A man with longish black hair was sitting down in a chair, head down with a machine spinning right in front of him. She took a deep breath and nodded, as she walked to the machines, and dropping her bag a few chairs down from him. The sound of her entering, didn't even phase him. He just continued sitting there with his head down. She smiled a little and thought maybe that she would perhaps have the place sort of to herself. If the guy was sleeping than she would just have the place to herself until he left.

She began putting her clothes into one machines and Owen's clothing in another machine. Separating the whites and the colors. She never really understood the whole separating thing until she put a red shirt with her white socks and bam, suddenly she had pink socks. She swore to herself that she would forever separate the colors clothes from the white clothes.

She was about to sit down when she looked back at the man just a few feet away from her. Smiling a little as she noticed he was dressed pretty bad-ass. She always wished Owen would dress a bit less conservative but she loved the guy and if he decided to wear sweater vests and things like that she wouldn't complain. She didn't realize that she was staring when he stirred. She swallowed and jumped back a little.

"Oh my god!" She let out as he lifted his head

He looked at her, her exclamation catching him off guard. "Are you okay?" He asked

"Yeah, I think so. You just caught me off guard is all" She said her hand at her heart.

Mitchell looked at the young and beautiful woman in front of him. He tried desperately to hide the sound of her beating heart, the smell of her adrenaline was almost killing him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you" He said smiling at her just a little. She shook her head and smiled back "Oh, it's okay. I just wasn't expecting you to move. I thought you were sleeping. Sort of thought I had the place to myself and then you moved. Which is silly because if I only thought you were sleeping, I should have expected you to move"

He chuckled a little, she was rambling, and it was sort of cute the way she was doing it. He nodded and took a deep breath, he could hear her heart slowing down as the shock started to wear off. She sat down a few chairs away from him and looked at him.

"I'm Annie." She held out her hand and for a moment he contemplated just getting up and walking out, without introducing himself or putting himself in way of all of this temptation that was looking at him expecting him to shake her hand and giver her his name.

"Mitchell" He said as he took her hand and smiled ever so slightly at her.

"Nice to meet you Mitchell. Do you come here often?" She laughed as her line came out more as a pickup line, she hadn't expected for it to sound like that at all. After all she had Owen, she didn't need anyone else. Even though, he had his anger issues she still loved him. She would always love him. Always.

Mitchell shook his head and shrugged "Just moved to this side of town actually."

Mitchell thought about what lay just half an hour away. His old home. The Funeral home. When Herrick suggested moving to the Funeral Home, Mitchell had chuckled just a little at the cliche of it all. A bunch of vampires moving into a Funeral Home as a front. Coffins all over the place. Now, he avoided that side of town. The Hospital was very close to it, but he still avoided it. He wanted to leave that old life behind him. He and George had finally found a place, and he was leaving that life behind him. Finally quitting the blood. He should have done it ages ago, but he knew the struggle that he would go through. He was going through it all. He had wanted George to go out, go to the laundromat and do their laundry but he and George had fought just a little and Mitchell had ended up going to the laundromat as an apology. According to George, Mitchell wasn't pulling his weight around the house.

Annie laughed a little as she and Mitchell folded clothes side by side on one of the tables in the laundromat. Mitchell had just told her the story of how he and George, his roommate, had met in the Hospital. This George guy sounded a bit clumsy and slightly awkward at times. Mitchell had told her quite a few stories and Annie wanted to meet this George. See where Mitchell lived. There was something about Mitchell that was just, different. Something really fantastic.

She had just opened her mouth to ask him a question when her mobile rang. She sighed and closed her eyes.

"I'm sorry" She reached into her pocket and took out her mobile. Smiling as she saw Owen's name on the caller ID. "Hiya babe" She answered.

Mitchell watched as she was on the phone. She was beautiful. Her heart had began to race suddenly though and Mitchell's hair on the back of his neck suddenly stood on end. He swallowed. Something was wrong. Annie turned to look at Mitchell and then walked to the window. Mitchell tried to look like he wasn't paying attention to her.

"No, Owen. I'm sorry. I…" Annie paused and took a deep breath, she was embarrassing. This was too embarrassing. She was in public. "Owen… listen" She tried to quiet her voice, so that Mitchell wouldn't be able to hear her "I'm sorry Owen. I'm sorry." She paused again and ran a hand through her hair ever so slightly "Okay. I'll be home soon" She hung up the phone and took another deep breath, taking a moment to wipe away the tear on her cheek and turning back to Mitchell. Walking to the table and smiling ever so slightly. "Sorry about that" She said with a forced smile.

Mitchell tried hard to ignore what had just happened right in front of him. He was very old. He knew when a man was being abusive, even over the phone. He cleared his throat and looked at Annie, smiling a soft smile "Everything okay?" He asked quietly, making it known that he had heard her end of the conversation, and that he understood what Owen might be like but also letting her knew he would keep her secret.

Annie looked at him and nodded, quickly looking back at her clothes as she folded the last shirt of Owen's "Yeah. Yeah. Thank you"

Annie picked up the bag of folded clothing and turned to the door "It was nice to meet you Mitchell. Maybe I'll see you here next week? Same time?" She smiled and nodded "Good. Have a good nice Mitchell" She nodded and then walked out of the laundromat.

Mitchell watched her, nodding at the questions she had just asked him. He wasn't going to be here next week. It was too dangerous. He couldn't put her in anymore danger. There was something about Annie though that Mitchell knew was just… special.