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There was a cold feeling in the air of the house as a deathly silence hung over its four occupants, one was a ghost, the other a vampire and the other two were werewolves. A dead house for dead people, its like the house blended into the quiet street.

There had recently been a state of turmoil inside the thin walls of the old B&B, although there always was something happening in the lives of the four which wasn't classed as good. The past few weeks had been a soul searching time for two of the house mates, Annie had recently discovered who the murderer of the box tunnel 20 was and Mitchell he had tried repenting for his sins, which was always just working.

Ever since the vampire had been found out by the other three, its like he had become lonely, he had crept inside himself until he was just a shell sitting in an empty room to keep from hurting friends that he knew hated him, if he was in their positions Mitchell would hate himself.

The only thing that kept him sane was the fact that nobody had turned him in like he had expected, what was stopping them from doing that? One murderer could be locked up, one which was far dangerous then others, one that deserved to be locked away, yet what was happening to him now was far worse then being locked in a prison where his mind would eat away at itself.

Truth be told, his mind was going crazy, blood cravings were tearing at his very being and the guilt that had been washing over him recently would have been enough for anyone to end it but he couldn't, he had for weeks just stayed in the same position, staring at nothing but small dust particles that were starting to collect near him.

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It had been three weeks since Annie and the others had found out the secret that Mitchell had been hiding, it was a big one but somehow they hand handled it, after all they managed to handle anything that was thrown their way.

Annie gave a sigh as she moved through the lonely house, it was like the house had taken on a few of Mitchell's feelings as well as Annie's. They were connected so the house was connected. Three weeks and he hadn't moved, Annie was starting to get worried and so was George while Nina, well Nina just didn't seem to care, he wasn't her friend.

The female werewolf had trusted the vampire about as far as she could throw him, one shot she had given him and he broken it and now there was nothing that he could do to ever make her trust him.

Her instincts when she had first found out had been to call the police, but every time she went to pick up the dreaded phone something would stop her, it wasn't a protective instinct no, she would never protect the monster upstairs again, no it was a sort of guilt, if she rang the police then what would George and Annie think, they loved the monster upstairs no matter what.

It kind of made her jealous. Why couldn't George love her that way. The end result would always be the same, the phone would be slammed down and she would leave it with a sigh, why couldn't she just do it? What was it about that vampire that made George and Annie respect him so, what could be respected about a mass murdering vampire who was probably insane.

Although Mitchell had at one point thought the same.

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And then the news had come, the news that had finally made Mitchell move, well a little bit, the news that Nina and George were having a child, it had shifted something inside the guilt ridden vampire, a feeling, a feeling that the vampire hadn't experienced in years, he hadn't felt it for so long that he didn't even know the name of what he was feeling, it wasn't jealously, sadness or even loss, it was something else.

He had never experienced the joy of what they were going through and he never would, it was not a yearning, but something else, like a feeling that he wished he could feel.

When he had been younger, he had, had his whole life mapped out for him by his father, his father had told him that if he had severed in the army then when he came home he would be respected, loved, that people would want to marry him left right and centre.

He would be a hero. His goal had been to become that Hero and hopefully go home and win the heart of a pretty lady, get married and have children, a basic life which now he would never experience. Well he still had girls falling at his feet but that was for a different reason.

The news of the unborn child made Mitchell feel again, what kind of person was he? a man who would just sit and stay inside his head where his thoughts weren't pretty? no he wouldn't do that anymore, the old Mitchell was going to come back but this time with a hint of a new Mitchell, the new man was going to be stronger and better, he would be responsible and most of all good.

He would live in a world where everything was turned black by his actions he couldn't. Also what would Nina and George think of him if he did that? they would probably leave him and he couldn't let that happen, he loved his friends to much to let them go easily. Well Nina had never really been his friend, but he tried for George and he would try again, he would make her trust him.