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The young girl with freckles, sat in an uncomfortable light blue chair in the uncomfortably tense lobby, her spine straight and her eyes set straight ahead. She gently smiled at most everyone whom passed her frame, even if she didn't acknowledge them with her eyes. Her legs were crossed and a boot-clad foot tapped the ground keeping a slow beat with the tune of the song she hummed.

"Ghosts That We Knew?"

The girl lifted her chocolate orbs from ahead of her to meet his own brown eyes as he casually walked up to her.

"Mumford & Sons." He added with an accent lilt and a crooked smile at no one in particular.

"Very good." She nodded once before standing up from her wretched plastic seat, he watched her as she stooped down to scoop up her bag, and push it up on her shoulder before he realized something crucial.

"I don't believe I introduced myself, I'm-"

"Mitchell." She tossed an easy glance at the man as she straightened her shirt, slightly catching him off guard. His appearance was that of cautionary alarm before her lips parted in a light laugh and she reached up to touch his chest. Her tan fingertip ran along the nameplate on his scrub top as her eyes softly glowed a gentle, soft crimson. "It's on your…" Crimson. What? Mitchell blinked furiously and unconsciously forced himself o take a second glance at her eyes again as she spoke, her words fading into the hospital background sounds around them. Taking a second glance, her large eyes were that of molten chocolate, not that of blood. Maybe he needed a good night's sleep more than he thought or maybe it was a reflection of something red colored around them.

She had an expectant look encrypted on her soft features as her speaking ceased. Desperation flashed across his face before he opened his lips to ask, "I'm sorry, yours? Your name?" He spoke while beginning to walk out the motion-censored doors into the morning sunrise, leading her to the coffeehouse.

"Siti." She said with a light sigh.

"Like ci-ty? As in a large town?" he questioned, beaming down at the girl as a string of mischievousness laced in his words, as he led her down a cobblestone road in Bristol.

"No, like S-I-T-I." she breathily said through chuckles, her freckles shown much brighter out in what little sunlight Bristol got. "It's a funny name, I know." Her brown eyes cast downward and she smiled inwardly this time.

"No no, not at all. It's a gorgeous name." He looked at her a little closer this time, her nose wasn't perfect, it had a slight arch in it but her eyes were a fantastic color of brown in fluorescent lighting and in the shaded sunlight. They kept walking a few more blocks, she'd laugh occasionally and she'd brightly beam up at him, the more they'd talk the more she'd remind him of Annie.

They reached the coffeehouse and Siti stopped to look up at the sky, "So, does it always look so gloomy here?"

"Gloomy?! You think this weather is gloomy!?" He laughed at her lip that stuck out slightly when he announced it rather loudly.

"Well the weather isn't at all like where I'm from." She stated and looked at him as they walked into the coffee shop.

"And where is that, if I'm not being bold?"

"Originally I'm from Kentucky… over in the United States." She says a little sheepishly, browsing the menu.

"Kentucky? Huh." He states watching her eye the menu ahead a little too intensely. She steps up to the barista and gives her order, smiling at the barista creating mindless chatter with her about the coffee. Mitchell steps up to pay and Siti looks almost taken aback at his actions.

"You didn't need to do that." She stated, smiling down at her fresh cappuccino. They begin to walk to a window seat near the front of the coffeehouse, her boots clicking with the wooden floor beneath them. Her skin was a rich golden tan hue and her hair reached her shoulder blades in the curls of a ponytail. He'd love to just wrap his-

"No no, it was my pleasure." The Irish shook himself from his short daydream as he honed his focus on what she was saying, causing her to toss a glance up at him through her lashes. She bit her lip before she broke eye contact and sat down, leaving her bag to rest on the floor, "So tell me something.".

"Oh?" Her dark brows raised and her manicured fingertips traced the lid of the coffee cup, before she brought it to her pink lips.

"How'd you wind up here?" taking a drink of his own cup of coffee, he motioned with his hand, "In Bristol." Siti crossed her legs and straightened her spine, taking a deep breath before she spoke.

"I'm just trying to tie together a few loose ends with my family roots, that's all." She chuckled and took a sip of her cappucino, "I was actually at the hospital with my now deceased Aunt." A sad smile graced her face as her eyes fell to the table in confusion. Mitchell's face was heart fallen, he didn't mean to bring up any sad memories, let alone recent ones, he wasn't for sure why but she didn't deserve to be so sad.

"Oh no. No. I'm very sorry for your loss." He wasn't for sure what his next move was, did he hug her and comfort or –

"It's fine." Her smile returned, peculiarly swift before she blinked once gradually, keeping her eyes closed, "She had been sick for quite some time with a crippling disease and she knew it was her time to go, as did everyone else." He studied her expression as it distorted into something else and whatever it was made him feel very uneasy, yet he couldn't seem to pinpoint it. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes again, but this time she opened her eyes at the cup of coffee resting between her small palms. A tan hand reached up to pull her ponytail across her back and over her shoulder with a sigh, before she looked back up Mitchell with deep, crimson orbs. Mitchell jumped back out of misunderstanding, from the young girl, once again catching him off guard however she shut her eyes once more and her eyes were back to their original soft brown they were previously. Mitchell's dark features were etched with bewilderment; her eyes were large and they looked just like a vampires's, his own kind's, dark eyes except they were deep, blood red.

"Mitchell?" Frightened by his response, or lack of therefore, her expression was written with panic, "Is everything alright?". Her posture seemed to sit back in her seat a little more, as she looked around for help for any of the bystanders nearby who could possibly help if he were to jump her. Mitchell needed to smell her and see if she was anything like he was or George was, and mainly to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

"Yea, yea everything is fine." He snorted, eyes darting from each of her eyes back to the coffee in his hands, "I think I just need sleep, you know hallucinations and the 3rd shift go hand in hand." He topped that off with an uneasy yet convincing laugh before raking a hand through his own black locks.

She watched him in silence with wide eyes and a small smile, before she decided it was time for her to go on by herself.

"Well I should be getting back to the hospital." Bringing her fingers to rest on her temples, she rotated them in tiny circles. With a deep breath she looks up at him and smiles before standing up, "Thank you so much everything." Her freckles danced once again in the sunlight peeking through the window of the shop, as Mitchell forgot the crimson tide rolling through her eyes.

"Coffee is not everything." Mitchell stated rather blatantly before giving her a warming smile.

"Trust me." The girl said before calmly strolled out of the coffeehouse, "You did more than you know." With that, her brunette ponytail and her slight southern draw drifted out of the establishment onto the street.

"George! George! George!" Mitchell slammed the front door, jolting the young werewolf awake from his daytime slumber.

"Christ, please don't come into my room." Mitchell's footsteps were heavy, bounding up the stairs as he ran. "Shit please don't co-"

"George!"

Muffled screaming could be heard through the house as Mitchell busted through George's door. Annie, hearing the commotion up stairs in her living flatmates room, immediately appeared.

"George? Mitchell? Is everything alright?" Annie questioned, concerned at Mitchell's hustle and bustle and George's shrieking. George had his face buried in his pillow and was floundering about on the bed while Mitchell just snarled at his flat mate's response and Annie waited for the drama tantrum to finish. He could go on like this all day if you let him, which Annie and Mitchell were most certainly not enablers. To an extent? Yes they were. But there were times where things like this were unacceptable.

"George, stop." Mortal Combat with the mattress finally ceased and after a few seconds of deep breathing exercises he rolled his head away from his flat mates and spoke into the wall.

"What do you want." Annie stood, appalled at his behavior but nonetheless interested to see what could cause this affect on Mitchell.

"There was this girl I met at the hospital and I took her out for coffee after my shift an-"

"Mitchell. If this is another one of your stories where you shag a girl senseless, I swear to god I'm going to-"

"Shut up, George. I'm not saying it didn't cross my mind but this girl was very pretty, but she wasn't from around here. Long brown hair, freckles, tan skin and brown eyes, but her eyes. They changed color." Mitchell began to explain; the further the story got the more he used his hands to explain how confused he was.

"So she had red eyes?" Annie asked making sure she understood his story correctly, sitting down on George's bed. A feral groan could be heard, reverberating from the walls around the room.

"Yes." Mitchell answered. Annie slapped the form under the covers only to receive a howl of pain from the man beast beneath them.

"Like completely all over red? Or just in the iris red?" Annie questioned again, wanting to know exactly what was ailing this young girl.

"All over red. Like my eyes when I turn but," his hands started rotating in circles and Annie finished for him.

"Red?" With a clap of his hands he nodded.

"Wait, did this girl have an American accent of some sort?" George asked hazily, lolling his head to where it was facing Mitchell and Annie now.

"Yes!" Mitchell almost screamed.

"Hmmm, let me think." George stuck his middle finger up through the covers, "Nope. Got nothing. Now everybody out!"

"Oh George! Don't you see, something has Mitchell worried, do you not care?" Annie stated with concern filling every void in George's heart.

"Yeah Geowge. Do you not cawe about me?" Mitchell got up in his face and tilted his head, jutting his bottom lip out in a pout. George's eyes shot open to Mitchell's scruffy head lounging on the edge of his bed.

"Do I care? Do I care!? Do I-" you could see the fury arise in the young man as he sat up on his elbows, fists quivering with rage. "No! Mitchell is overanalyzing because he didn't get his dick wet! So no! I don't care!"

"That. Is. The crudest thing I think I've heard about me. Ever." Mitchell said, mock hurt gleaming in his brown eyes.

"Oh shut up and get out!" George threw a pillow in the general direction of the two flat mates.

"Here I thought cats were the moody ones, not dogs!" Annie laughed to herself, as she sat on the beaten up leather couch.

"PETA didn't warn you about the werewolves either? Vicious little buggers." Mitchell said, still joking about their friend's moody behavior.

After the jesting had died down and a few moments of silence passed between the two, Annie decided to speak again to figure out more about this girl.

"Do you know what she was?" Annie looked at Mitchell, distress was clear in her eyes as she curled a piece of hair around her finger.

"I don't know. George's eyes turn yellow when he changes." He reasoned with himself. "And ours turn black. I tried to smell her but, I never got the chance." He looked at his hands and realized that they didn't really touch her much either. At all actually.

"A ghost?" Annie questioned, resting her elbows on her knees in thought. "I mean, if there are ghosts, vampires and werewolves in the world… could there be demons too?" Annie reasoned with him. "Could she be a demon?" Two sets of dark eyebrows raised in wonder as they both pondered the thought for a bit. Mitchell sat back into the oblivion of the cushion, what little it could offer, and lit a cigarette up.

"If she is, she's one of the nicest demon's out there." He blew a smoke ring into the air, "And one of the saddest."

"Saddest?" Annie questioned.

"Yeah, I don't know, Annie. It was strange, for a brief moment, when we were at the coffeehouse, I saw the saddest most tragic look in her eyes." He stared intensely at the ceiling while he spoke, taking time between breaths to take a drag every so often. "But only briefly." They took a short moment to think again, before Annie shot up off the couch and started jumping up and down in enthusiasm.

"Oh! Oh! Invite her over! That way we can see if she'll give us any clues as to what she is!" Annie, always one leaping at the chance to play detective. "You know! If she sees me then we know she's not a human! And that'll give you a chance to smell her!" The dark headed vampire nodded along with her idea.

"I'll see what I can do." He slyly smiled at her and gave her a toothy grin before she punched him in the arm.

Mitchell and George worked the following two weeks and they saw no sign of the young girl with freckles and chocolate eyes. Not a single indication that the girl was even there in Bristol. The hospital knew nothing of her. No records. No cases. Nothing. Maybe Mitchell was going crazy. Who knew?

Mitchell and George split up for the night, taking separate paths back to the flat. Mitchell needed to walk everything off and think things through after a rough day of cleaning up shit and puke. And what in the hell happened to that young girl. No matter how hard he focused he couldn't wipe her face from his mind, nor could he forget about her eyes. But the longer time grew, the more he thought he really was just hallucinating because it had been a while since he had been laid. The toe of his shoe kicked a pebble down the street and he reached his arms up in a stretch, his bones cracking with each movement. He released a deep, heavy breath and kicked the pebble again, this time it flew up and hit a metal street sign not far off creating the sound of a human screaming bloody murder.

His senses kicked in and he realized that the shriek came from a human, girl more than likely. But where was it coming from? Again, the harsh cry sounded off the sign in front of him and his head turned to face a park. The park was filled to the brim with trees bulky enough to be considered a petite forest in diameter, and instantly he ran. He should have turned around and kept walking home but something pushed him to keep rushing towards the noise.

Dodging branches left and tree roots right, he entered and took off at the edge of the forest sprinting towards the location of the shrill sound. He trampled over logs and bustled down bushes searching for the owner of the screaming until he heard it again.

"Jesus." He uttered to himself as he gathered speed and changed slight directions immediately after it happened. He could hear breathing, the closer he got, and he could hear chatter and then snickering. He came across a small clearing the forest where roots from the tress had taken over and his lithe form stopped in the tracks of non other than Cara and Herrick. The untimely duo.

"What the hell are you two doi-" His eyes bore into each of their skulls until a stench blew in the air and his eyes flickered to a crimson puddle behind his two fellow vampires. A young girl was slain and her carcass rested, motionless in the puddle. He was stunned and his russet eyes grew wide in shock; her tanned arms were now at an inhumanly position behind her head and her little body was draped carelessly across a giant root of an oak tree. Blood soaked a white tee that clung to her body as if it, the shirt, was trying to save her from the extensive bloody lacerations on her torso and neck. Her tennis shoes were slung to the side, exposing her barefeet that were dirty and covered in lesions.

"She shouldn't have been in the forest for such a long while, toying with such untimely affairs." Herrick stated flatly, the bottom half of his face soaked with blood. Her blood. "Don't get me wrong. I would've shagged her," Mitchell's fists began to quiver the more he stood there observing the aftermath of the slaughter, her long brown locks were let down from the ponytail but they were sticking to her body as blood drenched each strand of hair, and her mouth was slightly open but her eyes, her deep brown eyes depicted fear of no return, "you know, Americans are just so wretched with that-"

"You prick." Mitchell stated, his eyes still scanning her body for any kind of movement, hoping she was still alive. "What did she do to deserve this?!" No movement, he didn't move either. He couldn't. Petrified with trepidation. Not for his life. But for her own. She had lost hers, but something kept him still.

"She sauntered her skinny arse around the woods for too long." Cara replied with a torturous snicker. Her face smeared with the liquid remains of what used to pump through Siti's body. "Gallivanting around, like she was getting a ripe exercise in." Mitchell's eyes drug down to her black leggings, they were partially ripped and blood stained the tan skin of her knees and thighs.

"She didn't deserve this." Mitchell stated, heatedly, whipping around to face Herrick.

"Oh, you knew her?" Herrick said, meandering around the body of the lifeless American girl. "How unfortunate." He toed her tiny wrist and then struck it across her body in a demeaning manner her arm audibly cracking out of socket. Scoffing at the sound he licked his lips thoroughly and tossed a malevolent glance up at the dark headed vampire, "If I had known you were coming we would have saved you some." Kneeling down to her small frame he yanked her head up by her hair, bringing her neck up to his bloodied mouth. "She was very scrumptious, much more than anyone I have ever tasted before actually."

"I'm clean now. I don't-"

"Blahdy Blah Blady Blah!" Herrick said mocking Mitchell's tone of voice causing Cara to chortle on a stump nearby, "Don't you smell that blood? Don't you want a taste?" Mitchell had been fighting the urge ever since he arrived on the scene, but the sight of the girl in front of him was much worse than the craving to feed. Especially with Herrick prodding him like a raging beast. Mitchell couldn't drink. He wouldn't.

"No." Mitchell struggled against the thirst drying and burning up his throat. Clawing at the back of his mind like hunger in a child. The look on her face was too much, the terror of not surviving another day shown darkly in her chocolate eyes.

Herrick snarled at him, disgust ringing through his body at his likely vampire friend before he heaved the head of the small, lifeless girl down, the fracturing of bone reverberated through the ears of the three vampires as her skull hit a stone beneath her. He pompously smirked downward at the limp girl, and the sickening crunch the bones of her skull made as he stood up, "You'll come around. You'll need to feed eventually." Herrick stepped one foot in front of the other in a circle like pattern around the dark headed vampire before he whispered, "Especially if they taste as good as that one."

Cara nasally snickered in the background, now standing over Siti's lifeless carcass, eyeing her carcass with malice.

"What are you going to tell people this time?" Mitchell stated, his body still quivering from within wishing he could shove Herrick up against a tree and stab a stake through his sadistic heart.

"Oh I'm not sure, I may plant her in the street and call it a hit and run maybe?" Herrick strolled, hands in his pockets, around Mitchell's form, "Oh or maybe she committed suicide and the wild animals got to her before we did?" He placed a finger to his lips and seemed to be deep in thought before he spoke again. "I'm not sure, which sounds better?" Mitchell wanted to slam his fucking fist down Herrick's fucking throat and rip his fucking dead rotten heart out of his ribcage and make him eat it. "What do you say, Mitchell?" His back was to Mitchell, Mitchell could kill him, but what were the consequences?

"Herrick." Mitchell stated through clinched teeth, his fangs elongating, blood trickling down his palms as his grip was that of a man with intent to kill, pure restraint showing on the male vampire's tensed form.

"Tsk tsk tsk, that's not an acceptable answer." Herrick reprimanded Mitchell like a school boy, taunting him with a sense of malice shrouded in niceties. "Cara? What do you think?" Mitchell's muscles were in a state of tremor as he stood there wanting to fulfill a longtime desire to eradicate this vampire from the world itself, yet something held him back.

"Cara?" Herrick asked again, into the canopy of the trees, raising a single eyebrow at the silence that returned. Hearing nothing but the crickets and the silent trickle of water down a stream nearby, Herrick lashed around looking for his blood whore he picked up in the cafeteria of the hospital. "Cara?" he asked once more, before he narrowed his eyes into the wooded area that surrounded them.

"I'm sorry. Cara's not here to answer the phone right now. Leave a message at the scream." Both Mitchell and Herrick's forms rotating in time with one another in the direction of the source of the voice, but just as they did that, Cara's lard of a body was thrown at the ground in front of Herrick. Her body bounced and then rolled to the top of Herrick's shoes, her eyes wide with terror.

Her mouth was open in a dry, hushed screech and what little muscle she had went rigid. A profound, darkening bruise was forming over her mouth, where it looked like a hand had latched on to hush her senseless screams of help. She just lay there, at Herrick's feet writhing in pain and torture. But where was the pain? There was no blood. None at all. Maybe she suffered a hard blow to the face, Mitchell reasoned. Then he noticed the 4 small pin pricks at the base of her neck, where it juncture with her lard of a body.

"Where's the fucking body!?" Herrick screamed in terror as Mitchell swiftly turned from Cara's silent screaming to the bloody tree trunk where Siti's body had lain not a few minutes before.

"Oh very good, commissioner. I see you have closed many cases like this. Disappearing bodies. Dead girls." Herrick and Mitchell frantically looked around for the owner attached to the voice, "Rape." It sounded out simply. The voice didn't sound irate, or seductive. Just simply a voice. Like that of a young girl.

"Show yourself!" Herrick yelled in panic, his eyes turning black and his fangs coming out to intimidate the voice that seemed to be haunting them. Mitchell knew the owner of the voice wasn't human and so did Herrick. "I am of the royal blood line and I demand that you show yourself! At once!"

"Oh my, am I speaking to royalty now?" The intonation spoke, Mitchell getting more anxious by the second, sweating for every pore in his body because it was a rare occasion that John Mitchell became frightened but it was not impossible. Herrick was frantically turning about, to the left and to the right, within the little clearing of the forest, not sure which way to turn but nonetheless still doing pirouettes.

"Siti." Mitchell muttered under his breath, the owner of the voice stood before them, it was the young girl with freckles Mitchell had met and took to coffee, the young girl who's body had been slain not moments before, the young girl who stood before them, very much alive. Herrick whipped around, flabbergasted was an understatement for the man at hand. Siti's eyes were locked directly on Herrick, she wasn't paying any mind to Mitchell, at least she didn't seem to be. She followed Herrick's every movement, whether it was to take a step or to run a hand through his balding wig. Her expression was scary, because it simply had no malice and no smile to it what so ever. Her mouth formed a bloody thin line and her eyes were lifeless.

"How did you- we properly killed you." Herrick stuttered, scared stiff by the sight in front of him. Blood stained the ripped white shirt on her as it clung to her, bra showing through the tattered clothing. Her leggings were dirty and her feet were unclean, but blood splattered her body like that of a Pollock, but her gashes and wounds had healed. What was she.

She gently laid one foot in front of the other very calmly, each step feeling the grass between her toes and the wind take her breath away. Her expression changed to that of menace, torment, and discipline with each step closer she got to Herrick. Never blinking to break eye contact with him, she kept her eyes still and steady on the vampire commissioner shaking in fear before her.

"Tell me more about this so called 'royal blood line', will you?" The closer she got to Herrick the more he began to quiver, never had this happened before; Never had a slay risen from the dead to stalk them down. Never. Herrick was physically shaking as he swallowed the fear, of what was before him, down and began to lick his lips of her blood to speak.

"What do you want to know?" Dropping all previous questions he decided he'd work with her rather than against her. Mitchell kept his eyes on her form. She seemed like a normal human, unless she did that to Cara, and in that case she definitely was not human at all.

"Who are you related to?" Siti's dark features never faltered, nor did her eye contact. She did not blink the entire time, keeping level eye contact nor did her balance fail her tan and bare feet.

"I'm related to the Tepes." He warily shook the feeling of fear to coerce the girl with his royalt, even though his faults failed him dearly.

"I see," still sauntering over to him, she slightly cocked her head when she reached his shaking form. Her brown pools still did not flutter from the moment she appeared. She merely stepped over the writhing, silent vampire still on the forest floor in front of her, Cara, her pace not vacillating what so ever.

"What are you?" He solicited, fearful of the riposte she might give him. Her deep brown eyes never faltered, as she came to a stop in front of Herrick. He could smell her blood on her body, and he could taste her on his tongue as her eyes bore into his own as if she was ripping his soul out, what little humanity he had left. She stood on her tip toes, where she was just shoulder height to him, and her eyes fell to his shoulder and she licked her lips in anticipation at what came next to her. Mitchell, only standing a few feet away, watched wide eyed, his breathing, catching in his chest. A single fingertip was dragged along the neckline as Herrick bent his neck to the side, entranced in the operation that was about to unfold. She inhaled his scent deeply before she ran her pink tongue over the cold flesh on his neck, from base to earlobe, sending a chill through his already frigid body. The blood dried, crusted on her once pink lips, began to flake off as she moved them in synchronicity as she spoke gently in the vampire's ear.

"I am the Tepes."

Mitchell watched in horror as she opened her mouth slightly and four fangs grew in length where her canines and incisors used to be. Her eyes dulled a deep shade of red, almost black in the growing daylight, and she became enthralled at the quiver form beneath her fangs. Her lids hooded her eyes, as she took her time, sinking her long white fangs into vampire flesh, deliberately turning her head slightly to the side to stare at Mitchell.

Mitchell eyed the girl warily, not sure whether he should run away or fight for Herrick. Siti, or what used to be her, crimson eyes looked him over carefully, all the while taking back what blood was rightfully hers from Herrick. The intensity of the eye contact was severe, as it dawned on Mitchell that he had been right, she wasn't human. But in fact a royal vampire. Her crimson orbs, locked on his own, finally released him from the staring contest as she shut them, languidly.

Herrick's mouth opened in a silent scream, and he fell to the ground with Cara, both in different states of writhing yet neither making a peep. Mitchell looked on in a state of unrest as he watched what was left of Siti, curl and uncurl her toes from the forest floor, digging up dirt slightly, just feeling the ground beneath her. He looked at Herrick, no blood was shown from the wound she had created, just puncture wounds, simply that. His eyes rolled back up to the female vampire standing in front of him, her eyes still red as the morning sun as she looked up to the sky and took a slow deep breath.

"Mitchell." She said as if to give a warning. She brought her tanned face down from the morning storm clouds brewing in the sky above, and blinked again, her eyes transformed into brown again. Mitchell's eyes, blinked as he tried to speak, but found he could not. She gazed at him with a kind smile, before she looked down at the vampires lying at her feet. She stooped down on one dirty knee and made sure Herrick was looking her in the eyes when she said, "You are not of any blood to me or my kind." She blinked, her mouth forming a line again, "When you wake from this state, tell whoever you want about whatever you wish," she made sure this pungent point was direct strictly at the two of them as they thrashed around, "Just be aware, that if humans find out about this feeding?" She blinked once again, slowly, before finishing, "You. Will. Pay. Dearly."

She rose to her feet and threw a fleeting glance to the side of her, Mitchell was still standing in the same spot, watching the story unfold as he swallowed hard. She pursed her lips together and looked down at her barefeet, her eyebrows falling as she spoke once more.

"Mitchell." The yearning look in her eyes was that of a scared doe in the forest, he wasn't for sure what to do. Was this Siti? Or was it someone else? She looked up at him expectantly before taking a long stride forward, in his direction. "I'm not…" she began, "I'm not going to hurt you." She brought a knuckle up to her lips as she continued to think.

"Siti…" Mitchell found words but his eyes were still on the two vampires located on the ground.

"Do you have… uh." She glanced down at the bloody white t-shirt that clung to her top half and she shielded her breasts with a bloodied tan arm, her hair drenched in her own blood, clinging to her, she began to shake. His eyes grew wide with knowing and he turned his head slightly, forcing his feet to put his body in motion. He opened his mouth and his words came out much more like a scared school boy as opposed to 100 year old vampire.

"Yes. Follow me." Trusting her to not send him into temporary paralysis, his hand wrapped around her sticky, bloody arm and he pulled her in the direction of his house, his eyes scanning her to make sure she wasn't going to go postal on him.

Jesus Christ. What am I doing?

Alrighty O! So what'd you guys think!? There will obviously, definitely be some raunchy scenes in the near future so don't worry about that and as far as the characters in the TV show, I really do hope I'm getting them right. Hahaha, I mean I know I can't imitate their language very well, but as an American myself, I try really really really hard.

Anyways, I'd really like to give my Oscar speech real quick!

1emotionalunicorn: Thank you soooo much! I hope you absolutely adored this chapter! If you have any suggestions please let me know, whether it's story line plot based or issues with the characters!

MerlynnPendragon: Girrrrrl thank you so much for the follow and favorite! EEeeee I hope you like this chapter too!

Keep in mind I wrote this while watching Breaking Bad, so just incase there's any meth references or busting a cap in someone's grill... I apologize and I do not condone that! Unless it's someone you hate. And then I'm all about that life. But anyways, please please please leave me some sort of feedback, I always take it into consideration! Alllways!

And this story may turn out to be a bit longer than I expected, oh boy, I was just going to have Siti and Mitchell meet fuck and then boom something tragic happen but... idk, do you guys want that?

Aiiiiight guys, I'm out!

Don't forget to smile and love somebody!