Annie was frightened of life behind the door.
It was the waiting…all the time waiting and waiting.
Sometimes, she wished she could escape. Other times, she wished she would find out what they are waiting for.
But mostly she wished for him.
Her joy, her friend, her secret love.
Her vampire, Mitchell. He was falling deeper and deeper into his own rage and there was nothing she could do.
All she wanted was to save him…like he saved her.
She wanted desperately to hold him, tell him everything would be fine, that she's there for him.
"L" seemed to be an unlucky letter for him so maybe he should start at the beginning again.
Annie wanted Mitchell, so badly.
If only he wanted her…