Impossible
Annie clearly remembered every second of that day. When she and Mitchell were sitting side by side on the couch, watching the telly. But they were not really watching it, the only thing on their mind was the other one. She looked into his eyes. They were clouded by desire, and of course she felt the desire too. She moved closer to him, pressed her body to his and then he was no longer in the control of his actions. He pulled her closer to himself and hugged her tightly, and then their lips finally met in a passionate kiss. Annie kissed him on his cheek and on his throat going down and down till his chest, then she ripped off the vampire's shirt.
-Annie! You know that we can't...-he whispered.
-Just give it a try!-she asked.
Then he ripped off Annie's cardigan and top. He could finally touch her skin. It was as soft and cold as frozen silk. His fingers were playing on her back and then he grabbed her hips and pulled her body even closer. Skin against skin, bodies, hips and lips pressed to each other's. He overwhelmed her with kisses. But then suddenly the vampire instinct kicked in. Mitchell opened his coal black eyes and looked into Annie's hazel browns and at the moment the vampire was defeated. And Annie finally could feel everything.
Chapter 1: Surprise
Annie was curled up on the sofa with both hands on a cup of hot tea. She felt pain as the tears were running down on her cheeks. She missed Mitchell so much! It felt like a hole in her heart. A deep black hole. A piece of nothing. If Mitchell would be here he would tell her not to be afraid. But she still couldn't understand why everything changed, and what she was. Because she was not a ghost...not anymore. This was impossible. She took a sip of the hot tea. It burned. She could feel it. Annie could drink, eat and feel. And she could sleep. But she had nightmares every single night when she fall asleep in Mitchell's bad. Annie needed Mitchell...if he would be here she would told him the first. And he would definitely find out what was happening to her and, why was it happening. She let out a sob. "I'm still not a human-she thought- my heart is not beating... what am I then? Mitchell why did you have to leave? I still need you and want you, no matter what have you done!" She looked at the clock. It was midnight and she felt sick again. She ran up to the bathroom carefully not to wake up George or Nina. She couldn't rent-a -ghost anymore. But she wasn't alive! This was driving her insane. Annie was finally in the bathroom and nearly had a vomit again. It felt like if her stomach was spinning around in her body and she felt the pain again. "What the hell is wrong with me? - she asked herself- What the hell is going on? Why is this happening? Mitchell would find out but he can't get another chance. But I need him and miss him so much! I can't live without him, not for one more second. No, no! I need to stay here with George and Nina for a while. They need me now, and they will need me for some more time. I have to stay here for a while." She walked down the stairs and looked out to the dark, cold, peaceful night. Everything was black, only the street lamps were perfusing the road with light. A figure was standing under one of the lamps next to the road. Annie could swear that the figure was a man with black curly hair wearing a leather jacket. "No I'm just hallucinating! He's dead! He's gone! He's gone forever!" She sat down on the sofa and took a sip from her leftover tea. Her stomach was in pain again. Somebody knocked the door. She wasn't hesitating because now everybody could see her, but... "Who the hell can this be?-another careful knock.
-I'm coming! Who the hell are y...-she wanted to shout but she recognised the man in the doorstep at the moment she saw him. Annie wrapped her arms around him and then her whole body and decided to never let him go again. She kissed him with the most passionate and sweetest kiss they ever had and touched his hair. That soft curly black hair she loved and missed so much and his leather jacket and when he grabbed her cheeks between his hands the fabric of his green fingerless gloves.
-No, no! You cannot be here! I'm mad!-she started crying.
-Annie, Annie! Sweet heart! You are not mad! I'm here! I'm here! Shh! Everything is gonna' be alright! I never ever going to leave you again! Oh Annie I missed you so much! You are so beautiful!
"And that lovely Irish accent it's driving me insane!"
- No, Mitchell you were gone! You were dead! George staked you in the heart! I saw it! You were gone for three months now!
-Annie relax I'll tell you everything! Just, for first... Could you finally let me in?
