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Mitchie's POV

"What's going on Alex?" I heard an elderly lady ask the beautiful mortal in front of me. "First, I get a call saying you missed all your classes today, and now you're here, packing all your stuff? What are you doing?" She started ranting, until she abruptly stopped, and stared at me. "What are you doing here?" She gaped at me, and now I remembered her.

The elderly woman had long, greying blonde hair that was tied up into a bun, black slacks, and an old cardigan. She was the lady who was reading the local post board when I had ripped down the 'murdered girl' sign. I had thrown out a really bad impression, and for the first time, I regret it.

"Hello, i'm Mitchie, Alex's friend." I greeted and held out my hand, now trying to show her my second impression was better than my first, but she wasn't taking any of it. She just burnt a hole into my hand with her glare. I sorely retracted my hand, now just a little embarassed in front of my crush.

"Alex, what are you doing with your stuff packed?" She asked Alex, and I just stiffly turned to her, awaiting her response. Alex took a deep, grieving sigh while playing with her frayed sweater edge, answered.

"I'm moving into Mandy's house. She asked me to go, and I said yes." The stress was obvious in her voice, not wanting to hurt her family, but being serious about this change. Her grandmother seemed to study her for a while while Alex was tortured with the wait.

"I had a feeling one of you would be going soon, but I didn't think it was you."

"Sorry granny." She apologized and finally looked up to her family members.

"It's okay, but, you have to come over three times a week. No negotiating. And, I want to talk to you, privately." Alex was dragged inside the house, and I was left with her Grandfather. His saggy, worn-with-age face took mine in as I straightened up my back and sucked in my stomach under his eagle eye. I even ran my hands through my bangs, pushing them back, feeling unsecure near this man.

"My names Mitchie, it's nice to meet you." I tried to speak firmly, but when a person is looking at you, but not really taking you in, it's awkward, even me being what I am was feeling pressured.

"I don't know what you're doing around my grandaughter, but she's a good kid, and you're nothing but trouble. You don't know how much crap you'll be in if you corrupt my gran-baby. So help me god, i'll beat you with this cane if you lay one finger on Alex." He growled, even waving his cane around for theatrics and pointing it right to the tip of my nose.

"Yes sir. I understand." I accepted and couldn't help but notice the speech he gave me. It was one a father should give his daughter's new boyfriend.

"Yeah, you better, and don't forget, I know people in the police." He warned. Now, if only he said he's a black belt in karate, would my life be complete. I stopped myself from rolling my eyes at the man who was crouched over, at least a good foot shorter than me, threatening an undead creature as myself.

"Hey, let's go." Alex had pulled me into the car where Mandy sat, waiting for us.

"What was that?" She pulled away, and continued the mulit minute drive away.

"Well, her grandad pulled the 'you touch my gran-baby speech, and i'll whip your ass to kingdom kum'." I joked.

"Oh, no, he didn't." Alex groaned as she placed her face in her hands. "That's so embarrasing." Even though she looked scarred, I could see the humour in her eyes.

"Oh it wasn't that bad. He only said he'll and I quote 'beat me with his cane' and that he 'knows people in the police'."

"God, that's so embarassing." She groaned and I nudged her playfully as I took her hand that rested in the middle of the seat. Immediatly, her heart raced and a visible blush appeared on her already rosy red cheeks. Oh you humans.

Normal POV

The two lovers had been watched by Mandy, which even made a small grin grace her lips, when she witnessed the young teenagers exchange powerful glances. She hoped soon that Alex would tell Mitchie about her feelings before they jumped each other. It was so obvious that they liked each other.

"So, tonight, I was thinking let's do pizza and a movie, welcoming you back into your old house." Mandy suggested, looking between the two.

"Old house?" Mitchie asked curiously to Alex who just had an emotionless face, sitting slagged in the furniture.

"It was my parents house, but when they died, they left the house for Mandy to take care of us with, except that my grandparents didn't feel Mandy was mature enough, so, they made us move into their house. But, now, since we're older, and Mandy isn't such a tard, we can live where we want." Alex replied to Mitchie, try to pry some dry humour into the sentence that stung her deeply. Her parents death had always been a touchy subject, but, only cause she put the blame on herself. What had been a freak accident, she took upon her own already heavy subconcious.

There was an awkward silence in the car as Mitchie let Alex recompose herself while Mandy tried to focus on parking up. They didn't need another accident.

"I'll give you two a few minutes." Mandy excused herself, rushed inside the house, and gave the local pizza parlor a call, with a memorized number.

"I'm sorry I asked." Mitchie whispered as she scooted over the seat, edging a little closer to the sobbing girl.

"No, don't be. Miley's right; I need to get over it. Their dead. Their not coming back." Alex's face became twisted and mean, in a realization that to forget their death, that she had to leave out emotions from her daily schedule. She just had to let herself become cold.

"No one, and I mean no one, get's over the death of their loved ones. Even the strongest of people." Mitchie wrapped Alex in her arms, even though the saddened girl protested, but Mitchie knew relationships well enough to know that when a girl pushes you away, it means she really needs you. Alex's hands immediatly dived for Mitchie's clothes as she held onto them while her salty tears fell down her face...

...xXx...

She had been watching her now for weeks, since the first day she had moved back here in fact. She watched them now from a distance up high, hidden behind the brush of a large willow tree. Jealously soared through the girl as she watched Mitchie kiss the young girls forehead, and all but carry her to the door. Examining the two was becoming a love/hate relationship to this predator. Her dead heart swelled when she saw Alex, looking so much like another. But, it practically caved in when she saw Mitchie there, already claiming the prize she had longed for.

She had planned it to the T, but now, all the hard work was now just wasted paper. The beast had considered just killing off Mitchie, but had decided against that, for now...

...xXx...

"Kiss me. Kiss me now." The brunutte ordered, looking at the love of her life.

"With pleasure." Their lips locked, and the fireworks paraded throughout the background of the italian villa deep in the heart of Europe.

The ending credits rolled, and the two girls looked at each other, Mandy now fast asleep on the opposing couch as they sat comfortably intertwined on the couch. Mitchie's legs were pressed against Alex's legs, while hers hung over the top of Mitchie's.

"That was a good movie." Mitchie whispered to Alex whom was watching Mandy stir on the couch.

Mandy had said pizza and a movie, but it really meant drinking and passing out onto the furniture. Now Alex remembered why Morine, her grandmother, had said Mandy was an unfit parental guardian. They smirked at each other before taking her by her legs and arms and dragging her upstairs the stairs, only hitting her head on the occasional wall.

"What a tool." Alex giggled before taking Mitchie's hand and pulling her to a closed door. The only closed door in the house. "It's my old room... I haven't been in this house since my parents death... I didn't even pack my own clothes, Miley did for me." Each break between sentences were lip biting moments where Alex could feel the tears. "Can you go in first?" Alex asked, feeling like a sick, weak little child. Mitchie never seemed to have many problems, so she never cried on Alex's shoulder, but Mitchie was Alex's personal tissue. Mitchie, as always, kindly obliged. The door handle was easily pried open. The dust flamed up and a dark room was revealed in front of their eyes.

Inch by inch her foot scooted further, but, as soon as she tried to take the next step, her leg was stalled, not being able to move further. Mitchie blinked, shocked, then proceeded to examine the door frame, and poked her finger against the invisible force field. It couldn't go any further. Alex just stood, awaiting for her to make the first step.

"I, um, can you please go in first?" Mitchie ground out through clenched teeth while her nails cracked the wooden frame with her hands, agrivated.

"Uhh, yeah, I guess." Alex nodded, realizing Mitchie wasn't moving. Her feet led her a few steps before turning around. "Why aren't you coming in?"

"When entering someones room, I believe you should be asked in. That's how I grew up, and i've believed that. " She lied. Not a bad lie, but not excellent.

"Well, come in." She waved her in, and her foot slid through the barrier to where Alex stood.

"Don't be scared. I'm right here." Mitchie whispered to a shaking Alex as she wrapped her comforting arms around her waist, pulling her front and Alex's back to meet.

"Thank you." She replied breathily. Alex, even though she was very much enjoying Mitchie's grip on her, turned around to face the immortal. "Do you trust me?" Alex quizzed as she looked into her eyes, searching for the truthful answer.

"Right now?" Mitchie joked, almost ruining the moment for Alex, but she pulled her back.

"Yes, right now." The breathy replied came from her and she took that extra step to let their bodies lightly graze and mingle.

"You know I do." Mitchie whispered out.

"Then let me do this. Don't stop me..." Alex snaked her hands up to cup her tough skinned cheeks.

"I won't. I promise." Mitchie's hand glided up to rest on the shaking's girls ribs. Alex was trying to take control, but Mitchie made things so hard.

The space between them was coming scarse. Their bodies were becoming like magnets, unable to stay away from each other. Mitchie's eyes stayed connected to Alex's eyes, as Alex's gaze was glued to Mitchie succulent, slightly parted lips. Mitchie let her arms wrap around the dazed girl and pulled her up, pressing her against her body. Alex let a small gasp out at the suprise contact.

"Mitchie I-"

"YUUURRRRUUUUCCCKKKK!"

Alex flinched away from Mitchie, the sound of puking spreading them apart.

"I hate her right now." Alex complained about a young guardian, throwing up into her hair and bed from excessive vodka.

"We should talk." Mitchie told her. "But, first, let take care of that good ol' drinker in there."

Mitchie lips met Alex's cheek in a chaste kiss before walking out, leaving Alex to stand, hand to her cheek, eyes filled dreamily with raw attraction.

...xXx...

"Okay, pukey mcpukerson, lets get you a little cleaner." Mitchie rolled an unconsious Mandy over into her face, pulling the sheets out beneath her and rolling the up before throwing them into a corner. She cringed at the smell of vomit. Her sense of smell was much better than any humans, and it only intensified the stench.

Alex enjoyed the sight from afar, giving Mitchie smiley glances and checking her out occasionally. The sight of the girl moving, her toned arms flexing, her concetrated eyes, and of course her pert breasts moving around willfully.

"You, are checking me out Ms. Russo." Mitchie smirked gleefully.

"Why, maybe I am Ms. Torres, do you have a problem with that?"

"Not in the least." Mitchie rolled Mandy into a safety position for the drunk and stood by an observant Alex.

Mitchie let her body guide Alex's against the wall, without making any contact of any sort while pinning her hands onto the wall by Alex's head. She let her nose softly graze Alex's, watching how the girl's eyes glazed and her fingers gripped into her own old clothes, stretching the tight, unused fabric. The immortal let her lips skim as close as her lips could, without connecting their lips together and let out a heavy breath.

Alex was just a puddle of goo in her hands. Her eyes closed as she lifted her head slightly, needing the connection of their lips, but her wish wasn't granted. Mitchie was walking away, down the stairs, and away from her. She wouldn't let that happen!

"Where are you going?" The slightly desperate tone wasn't missed by Mitchie.

"Home, I need to go home." She said, unable to pull herself to look at the hurt girl as she struggled to slip her feet into her shoes.

"But, you yourself said we should talk Mitchie! After what just happened, we have too!" Alex was now just a wreck. The only thing she could think about was how close she was to kissing her, and now here the girl is, running away. Running away from her!

"We don't have to do anything. I have to go Alex." The door was open, and she was half way out, but Alex's strangled cry brought her back.

"Can I at least give you a ride?" Mitchie could hear the teardrop running down her skin, sinking into the crevases of her pores and the distinct drop of it hitting the ground.

Mitchie didn't answer. Couldn't answer. But she just let herself out, and close the door, hearing the lock snap before evaporating away, right into the dark of night...

...xXx...

A day had passed since that night. For Alex, it was uneventful. Mandy was still on a hangover, promising to never drink like that again, but they both knew it was a lie. Miley was texting and calling like a fool; constant bad words spewing from her venomous lips that ranged from her love interest to her desicion about moving out.

And Mitchie. Mitchie hadn't called, texted, or even made herself known in the community. Infact, all she did was sit on the red satin couches, a whiskey in her hand while Katy monitored her. She knew something was wrong, she could tell; anyone would be able to, but she didn't know the cause.

"Wanna talk about it?" Katy asked the disgruntled girl who sat staring at the honey hued liquid. The only response was a drinking glass was thrown at her as hard as the vampire could manage. Luckily, she dodged it, the glass only hitting the wooden walls before shattering like an egg hitting the floor. "I'll leave for a while."

"No, no need, I will. I should go hunting anyways." Mitchie jumped up and looked at the mess on the floor. "Sorry about that." She grumbled before streaking outside, praying on woodland creatures to satisfy her thirst.

...xXx...

Mitchie hadn't come back, but had decided to go out for a drink. The local bar and restaurant The Grill seemed to be booming for kids her age, even though she was ahout thirty times their age. She accompanied an old wooden stool as she seemed determined to drown her worries in a cup of good jack.

Little did she know, that many eyes watched her from afar, each planning their own...

...xXx...

Alex's tender hands etched over the paper she had asked for from Mitchie many days ago. A certain paragraph had caught her eye, looking appealing to her, but to her disbelief, the paper was over sixty years ago. The title read...

MASSACRE AT THE TORRES HOUSE. ONE DEAD. TWO INJURED.

The last Toress girl, Mitchie, witnessed a tradegy today when she saw the death of her younger sister, Madeline, this evening. The young girl has slipped down the stairs and broken her neck. Doctors say she didn't suffer. Mitchie Torres, now 17, now lives in her house alone, after all her family members died of freak accidents. Rest in Peace Madeline Torres.

Alex wouldn't have thought anything of the strange paper, knowing that many family's used the same names for generations, but the picture underneath caught her eye. There was Mitchie, a stern glare looking to the camera, eyes black with sorrow as she watched a dead Madeline be pulled out on a stretcher, the body bag only half way zipped. Alex would have also thought that maybe it was just an aunt, or maybe even her mother, and they looked almost identical, but the resembalance was just impossible. It was Mitchie... but how? It was impossible.

She was just as shocked when the paper showed more pictures of the dead girl on the bed, and a Mitchie doppleganger, arms crossed, looking down at the body from the side. They even showed pictures of young Madelines neck, and it's twisted bones. The dead girls eyelids were slightly open, like she was still watching, even in death.

Alex tossed the paper down, feeling nauseous from it all. It was too much for her to handle, but then again, she could be taking things out of porportion. The girl in the photo could just look exactly like Mitchie; t's not like families have never looked alike.

She let out a long sigh, but regretted it when Mandy looked over to her.

"What's wrong? Is it that Mitchie girl again?"

Alex sat up, raccoon eyes and frazzled hair, and looked at Mandy knowingly.

"Oh, what happened?" Mandy asked, now moving to sit crossed legged on the arm of the couch.

Alex once again glared at the woman.

"Oh, so you told her?" Alex's hands covered her face and groaned. "Oh, you didn't tell her?"

"Mandy! Just shut up!" She had snapped. Mandy was a taken aback, no clue how to help her now. The only thought that ran through her mind was 'what happened between the two girls?'.

The two ould only manage to stare at each other. Alex was waiting for Mandy's reaction, and Mandy was just waiting to be snapped at again.

Calmly, Mandy began. "You know, just because you're in a new house, doesn't mean you get the freedom to tell your rightful guardian that. You don't get to tell me what to do Alex, and that's final. Go to your room." Challengingly, Alex stared at Mandy a little longer, but she had no intention of staying in her room long...

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"Mitchie?" She pondered as she walked up beside the girl, taking her hands in hers.

"Kiss me." The girl begged as she stepped into Alex's personal bubble, but it wasn't like she minded.

"Gladly." She admitted as she pulled their lips to meet.

Their lips touched, and Alex felt it. She knew that this was the girl for her as Mitchie's wet lips explored hers. Alex pulled Mitchie's cheeks forward, wanting more as the girl stepped into her, pushing her against the stone pillars with her own body while her hands landed just below her rib cage. The girls moaned at the first contact they had that was so intimate. Alex would have wanted more, she wanted to let her tongue slide through the other girls mouth, but it was too early for that. Their lips smacked when they parted, and they would have looked flustered to anyone. Even though they weren't kissing anymore, they were only parted physically.

Alex looked at her face, waiting to see her eyes, but when they opened, there was no chocolate brown.

Her eyes were blue!

"Mitchie, your eyes..." She touched the skin just below her eyes, and stared into the twin hurricanes, drowning in them.

"Who said I was Mitchie?"

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