Mitchell never got a door when he died. Then again, no vampire ever did. Their souls belonged to the devil after all; and while he had never been entirely sure what would happen to him when his long life had finally come to an end, he was fairly certain it wouldn't be good. Not that he hope for anything good of course. No. Not after all he had done. He had already gotten so much more than he deserved. He had lived for a over a hundred years, experienced more than any human could imagine. He met Josie. He met George and Annie...
So there he was, locked up like the animal he had become, slowly withering away, tortured day in day out, with hardly a moments reprieve, a million times more painful than blood withdrawal. He'd been allowed out twice to greet George and Annie when they came through their doors. The reunion was everything he could ever ask for, but it never lasted. He was back in his prison before he knew it, and the cycle of guilt, pain and grief kept on. That is, until someone left his cell door unlocked…