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(Nearing the end of episode 1 season 3, Mitchell brings Annie home after rescuing her from hell)
"Mitchell! What are you doing?", Annie laughed as he put his hands over her eyes and led her into the living room. Mitchell stopped in the middle of the room, his hands still covering Annie's eyes, he made a face at George and Nina who immediately took the hint and put on a cd. Hawaiian music began to play and Mitchell removed his hands.
Annie stared around in wonder, both George and Nina stood infront of a wall painted as a Hawaiian scene sipping tropical drinks and wearing flowery necklaces. Annie turned to smile at Mitchell, "What's is this?". "It's a welcome home party Annie, the place didn't feel the same without you..."
George put a flower necklace around Annie, and Mitchell sipped his drink as he watched Annie, George and Nina dance to the sway of the music. At some point Annie, dragged Mitchell into the dance aswell, saying something along the lines of 'he couldn't bring her all the way back from hell just to not dance with her'.
The all stood together in a line infront of the palm tree painting, each doing a out of step, version of the hula dance. Mitchell smiled as he watched Annie attempting stay in time with the music, all the memories of killing, being hated, chased and attacked, they never felt as real or hard to 'live' with when he was around Annie and the others.
FLASHBACKOVER.
Mitchell sat, his back leant against the wall, his eyes closed, his fists clenching and unclenching, trying to relive the happy memories without the 'undying' thirst for blood seeping in.
The door opened and Smyth walked in, carrying a metal tray. He glanced around the room like a lost child until his eyes finally rested on Mitchell. The fan-boy-meeting-idol smile from yesterday reimersed, as he paced over and offered Mitchell a cup, "Early breakfast?".
Mitchell smiled slightly and accepted the cup, before glancing down and frowning at the contents, "Guess there's no tea or coffee then?", he asked hopefully. Smyth's smile broadened, "No, sorry, just blood... should be up to your standards though, freshly squeezed mere minutes ago...". Mitchell made a face and passed back the cup. Smyth shrugged, "No worries, I'll leave it here incase you get hungry later...", so saying Smyth placed the cup on the floor at the other side of the room and left.
Mitchell breathed a sigh of relief, for a moment there he'd thought the overzealous fanboy was going to start asking... (the door reopened and Symth walked in with a fold up chair) ...questions.
Symth unfolded the chair and sat infront of Mitchell's slumped and slightly annoyed form. "So...", grinned Smyth, "...What's it like to kill a whole train load of humans?".
"George... George...", the dreamy voice spoke, George smiled slightly in his sleep and continued to dream, the voice grew annoyed. "George! GEORGE! Wake up!", George let out a yell as he felt a jab of pain in his ribs, he sat up from his previous lying down position on the floor. He looked up to see Nina already fully dressed and giving him an impatient look.
"Wha... I was asleep... what time is it?", the disorientated George asked. "6:45" Nina replied, ignoring the way George repeated the time in a annoyed voice. "You have to get up, the taxi'll be here at around 7:30- and the ship leaves at 9:00!". George groaned and fell back to the floor, attempting to go back to sleep. "Oi!", he yelled as he felt Nina kick him again in the side.
"George, Annie's already packed the bags, she's making us a quick breakfast and then we need to get out of here before those vampires come back". George's eyes snapped open at the word of 'vampires', he jumped up and headed towards the stairs, gesturing Nina to follow.
Nina merely shook her head and sighed, "George?", she called after him. "Yes?" he replied distractedly as he ran to the top step. "Trousers!", George froze as his hand reached out for the door handle, he looked down at himself, gasped and ran, red-faced, back down stairs, past Nina and towards the clothes she'd put out for him.
Shaking her head and smirking slightly, she headed up stairs to help Annie prepare breakfast.
Nina poured tea as Annie busied herself with eggs and bacon. "Is George alright?" Annie asked, "I haven't seen him all morning". 'You nearly saw enough of 'him' to last a life time', Nina thought, smirking to her herself before answering, "Yeah, he's fine, he just didn't wanna wake up".
George walked in just as the breakfast was being laid out, he yawned and sat down with them, talking and joking about their 'holiday to be' as he and Nina ate the breakfast, Annie beaming over the warm mug of tea she held.
Knock, Knock, KNOCK! Came the sound of the front door, the trio froze, their joyful smiles turning to identical looks of horror, they all immediately ducked under the table, George was eventually pushed by Nina to check who it was. He crawled across the floor and slowly stood up to peek through the spy glass on the door, he breathed a sigh of relief- it was the postman (they'd blocked up the letter box at one point, in an attempt to keep the vampires out- it hadn't worked).
George opened the door, took the letters and thanked the postman, before closing the door. He walked back to the kitchen, calmly sorting through the letters as Nina and Annie shakily got up from under the table. "Hey Nina! It says here you could be a winner of today's triple gold lucky dip(!)", George joked as he went to open her junk mail. Nina stepped over to George, snatching away her junk mail and playfully hitting him on the shoulder with it, "It's an offense to open other people's mail George, I could have you arrested!".
"Oh really?" George smirked, pulling her close, Annie laughing as she watched the joke argument unfold, "Well I could-".
'SMASH!', everyone froze and looked in the direction of the living room, where the sound of a window shattering had come from, "Annie...", George whispered, "Please tell me you caused that...". Annie shook her head, "No...".
"Great(!)", Nina muttered sarcastically as they tip toed their way to escape through the front door.
The front door shuddered suddenly as someone knocked from the other side, "We know you're in there... you wouldn't be planning to leave without us would you?", Wynatt's voice sounded from the other side of the door. The trio immediately backed up away from the door, and hurried up the stairs, away from what sounded like a large amount of vampires, all smashing their way into the lower part of the house.
George glanced around the upper hallway they were all now stood in, trying to think quickly, Mitchell had always been much more better in these difficult situations, then again, Mitchell had the added advantage of being one of those-.
"Annie, teleport the luggage to the car", Nina said, interrupting George's train of thought. Annie did so, not having time to ask why. George turned to Nina as Annie disappeared with the luggage, "Nina, what are you...?".
Nina reached in to her pocket and tossed George something- it was the car keys (they'd planned to leave the car behind to make it look like they still lived there), "Plan B". George gave Nina a suprised look.
Annie teleported back just as the vampires began to barge up-stairs, the trio ran into the bathroom (the only room with a lock on it) and slammed the door shut, hastily locking it. Annie turned to Nina and George, "Now what? That door won't hold forever". Nina gave her an apologetic face, "Look Annie, I know you've never done this before, but your going to have to teleport us...". "What?", Annie answered, "I can't do that! The luggage was a struggle in itself!".
"I know it's asking alot, but we don't have a choice!" George said, trying to consol the worried looking Annie. The door began to rock on it's hinges, as vampires attempted to open the door. "Annie please!" Nina begged. The door shuddered, flying open, "ANNIE!", George yelled in fright.
BLACK.
George and Nina opened their eyes, they were in the car, it had worked- but there was no time for celebration, they had to get out of there as fast as possible. George put the car into gear and acclerated out of the street getting as far away from their previous home as possible. After 5 minutes of fast driving they slowed down, partly because they didn't figure the vampires could follow but mostly because they didn't want to be caught for speeding and have to stay within the country for even longer.
Nina glanced to George and caught his eye, they gave each other a small smile. Nina then turned to smile at Annie who sat in the back seat. Annie didn't return the smile, her eyes were closed. Nina frowned in puzzlement, "Annie?". Annie groaned in responce and remained slumped in her seat, her form slowly fading in and out. Nina's eyes widened, Annie wasn't well (if ghosts could become unwell). "George...", Nina said, "George, something's wrong with Annie...".
"So what was your first kill like? Were you scared or excited?". Mitchell sighed before answering the hundreth question that one fan-boy Smyth had asked. Mitchell slowly found himself beginning to wish he was still within the eternal darkness, rather than being trapped within something which was beginning to resemble an eternal fan club convention.
"So why don't you want to kill anymore?".
Mitchell shrugged (he'd been expectng that question), "Slowly more and more of me's being taken over by extinct rather than choice, if I let go anymore... there'd probably be no going back, I'd no longer be the one in control...". Smyth nodded intrestedly, "But, you'd still enjoy the taste, yeah?".
Mitchel nodded solemly and Smyth continued, "The feel of the adreneline and awakeness...", Mitchell nodded slightly more vigourusly and Smyth continued further, "...The want, the enjoyment you feel as you hear their screams, knowing your the one in power, knowing you are power, pure power... and relishing in it".
Mitchell's eyes began to grow slightly darker, the talk of blood exciting him, unconciously causing him to shake in rememberance of the many 'drinks' he'd had in his lifetime. Smyth got up and left, (unoticed by the almost entoxicated Mitchell) only to come back in a few minutes later, dragging something in behind him. Mitchell was immediately on full alert, he could smell it, the blood, he glanced the direction of the scent, to see a young woman cut and bleeding slightly from her wrists and neck, she lay silent on the floor next to Smyth.
Mitchell's eyes turned pitch black, he made a move towards her and then paused, his eyes shut tight, fighting with himself for control. He re-opened his eyes (Pupils back to their normal size) and looked sharply at the suddenly unintrested Smyth.
"I'm not going to kill her you know!", Mitchell shouted, glaring at Smyth for being able to get under his skin like that. Smyth shrugged apathetically, "Dosen't bother me, just thought you should see her... I'd say she could have as much as, what... 2 hours left". Smyth gave her a swift kick to the ribs, a sickening crack and scream bounced off the walls. Smyth smirked to himself, "Better enjoy ourselves while there's still time left". Smyth went to give the woman another kick, "Stop!", yelled Mitchell, unwanting to watch the woman beaten to death.
Smyth paused and stepped over to Mitchell, "You see, this is where you come in- the woman over there has only two choices- a long and painful death, a.k.a me or... a short and easy death, a.k.a you". Mitchell stared at Smyth as if he'd grown a second head, Smyth gave a second shrug and went over to give the woman another kick. "Wait!", Mitchell shouted, Smyth smirked and dragged the imobile but still quite alive, woman over to Mitchell.
Mitchell gave a quiet apology to not only the woman but also the friends to whom he promised he wouldn't kill again. He squeezed his eyes shut and brought his mouth down around the woman's neck... 'CRUNCH!'
George and Nina both sat in the backseat trying to bring Annie around, they were now parked within the ship's walls and were on the way to France. George hadn't been able to stop the car, they'd been running out of time to get to the ship, they'd almost missed it, Nina had watched Annie as they had drove to the ship, but she hadn't shown any improvement.
"Annie?", worry evident in George's voice, "Annie, please say something...". Nina bit her lip, feeling slightly responsible for Annie, after all, she'd been the one who'd came up with the idea of using Annie to teleport them. George tryed to lightly shake Annie by the shoulder- his hand slipped straight through her shoulder and hit the seat she was now lying on. George and Nina looked worriedly at each other, unsure of what to do.
"Oi! You two!" Yelled a porter, "You need to go to the upper deck now, this place gets locked while the ship's in motion, regulations... you know?". George begrudingly locked the car and left Annie inside, following Nina and the porter to the top deck.
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