Still don't know really where this is going. I'm going to try and keep it to 5 chapters.

Really want some Nina in it as she is such a good humourous counterpoint to George and also she recognizes the darkness in Mitchell. I still think he is using Annie a bit in the series but he just doesn't know it.

Don't own anything apart from 4 snakes and a dodgy car.

The Bedroom

Any one who appeared around the door of Mitchell's room would have seen the mess.

Actually, you couldn't really open the door without it getting a bit jammed, the trainers and boots acted as a doorstop; the socks, ( yes, he wore socks, but they were not purchased from Tescos) made the door scrape in an unsettling way against the acrylic carpet that set George's teeth on edge.

(While on the subject, George couldn't stand the way Mitchell dragged and shuffled his feet around when he didn't have his boots on. It was as if he couldn't be arsed to propel himself around with the appropriate kinetic force to get the job done.)

Anyway, on this occasion if the door had opened there would have been T shirts, socks, boots, and a vase in the way. Annie was responsible for the vase. She had propelled it at Mitchell the night before in dramatic representation of her lack of "completion".

Annie couldn't use words that the boys did to explain orgasm, sex, male parts, female parts, or any bodily functions including blowing ones nose and the loo.

She could swear , (when given motivation), but it was never for vicarious reasons, or just for the joy of using the word.

Mitchell loved her apparent naïvety. He also wanted to smash it to pieces when he really wanted a good... shaggy dog story. That was how Annie managed to say rude words – she found ways around them.

So – back to the story – if one had made it in the room, one would have found Annie on the bed, legs stretched out like her loved one, crossed at the ankles. Propped against the bed head, pillows behind her, chewing her nails. They always appeared the same the next morning. It was amazing how much she was like a vampire in a non bloody way.

The door opened, dragging socks and T shirts with it. Annie could imagine George's teeth grinding.

"You could have knocked."

Exasperation on Mitchell's face.

"Its my fucking bedroom!"

Annie looked at him with an exaggerated turn of her head.

"There's that word again."

Mitchell shook his head as if in a palsy,

"No, no, don't try and act like some sort of Mother Theresa Annie. You have used that word before."

Annie attended her nails, and mumbled,

" I meant the word bedroom. The source, of all of my joy."

Mitchell pushed and shoved the door shut. He looked at it and shoved it again, then gave up – there was too much crap in the way.

"Annie, I'm trying so hard to get this right but its not exactly conventional."

He sat on the side of the bed and put his head in his hands, exaggerating his long hair as it fell around his hands and face. At that point she started to soften.

He looked vulnerable. This was dangerous. All the way along with their short "relationship" Annie knew she could never take him for granted – he was too volatile to be put into a box, too passionate to be accepted on face value, too dangerous to be given free reign over her heart. She was guarded and maybe this was the reason she held back from what he wanted.

Annie knew he had done something for which he wanted absolution. She could say the words but she didn't really know what was in his heart – you needed that to grant someone forgiveness. Annie was beyond some temporal restraints, she hoped she would gain the wisdom to see him apart from his nature. Right now, she was human, she was physical and she loved him. She lived in the now. That's all she could hope for and understand while nearly human.

She reached out to touch his hand, as it cupped his cheek.

"Mitchell, love, I'm not the same as you."

He covered her hand with his left hand: turned around to face her, placing their respective hands ( three at this stage..)in his lap.

"OK, lets try something different. You've thought about what I want all the time – like you can't.. feel anything, as if you cant, " he searched for the words " feel the same way that I do."

He looked like an idea was about to erupt, but Annie couldn't honestly see where he was going.

She loved doing things for people. She got her jollies from the smile from his first cup of coffee, the grin from George when she reminded him where the phone charger was, the startled look from Nina when she remembered the hobnobs. ( For some reason she had discovered that werewolves liked oaten biscuits.)

Her joy, was from others.

His idea was now over the caldera.

"Maybe you are more solid with intensity Annie – people can see you when you are OK with who you are. Maybe it's the same with what and who you feel."

Annie's famous eyebrow raised with some consternation.

"Its a big jump I know," he continued, "but I want you to feel something – i want you to feel me."

Annie really couldn't help it, he was being so sweet and her mind was in the gutter though she would never say it.

She looked at his crotch. Yes, he was a bit excited. Surely jeans that tight even with someone who didn't have a traditional circulatory system couldn't be good. A bit of relief must be in order.

She smiled her conciliatory smile. Annie knew he could read her as well as she read him.

Judging books and covers, pot calling kettle black etc.

"Okay Mitchell. Lets try again."

"Okay, okay, " Mitchell was prepared to try something though he didn't really know what.

He was numb from the waist down due to inactivity and desire for activity.

Plus he really wanted her to be happy. This was a bit surreal to him. Maybe he did love her and it was a thing that he hadn't really thought of as it would mean a commitment and vampires were all about the quick fix and oh god he had to do something now before he said something he didnt know if he meant...

"Annie, .." he breathily murmured as he shunted up against her with no restraint and kissed her with a lack of decency, that she responded to as if she hadn't seen the like before with surprise and a little inexperience..

Tounges and hair pulling and hitting the bed head moments later, they reached a small impasse as they had before, and tried to get around it in a different way.

Annie's clothes.

"Annie, you've got to want it, you change when you do something different, I love it when you have no sleeves, I want to see your arms Annie think it for me.."

Her wrap had gone and she had a white skimpy top on like something from M and S underwear collection like that Christmas advert – actually exactly like that Christmas advert, and his hands were all over her and he picked her up and they were against the wall... up under her top, what were his thumbs doing, it was too much ...

Mitchell found his nose pressed against the wall, breathless, his hard on uncomfortably aware of the imperfections in the plaster, and a lack of an Annie shaped obstacle causing a hollow in his heart.

Now this was a surprise to me as well. Next chapter will be funny and I'm going for Nina in it. It may or may not work. If anyone has ideas where this should have gone please let me know and Ill rewrite it or continue in a satisfactory manner in the future.

Eds note

Odd time to mention it but this is really helping me to come to terms with the passing away of my dad – he went two weeks ago and its too surreal to acknowledge at the moment. Not saying that for sympathy just ..? All we are all trying to do is to reach out and connect eh? That's why this series means so much to me. Also met one of my best chums through FF!