"So your mum got the wig and put it on?" Mitchell laughed.

"Yeah! And the best part was that she forgot to pay for it so all the alarms went off!" Lex laughed too, feeling better and practically forgetting the night's earlier events.

She looked at her watch, "Whoa, quarter past one. Maybe we should get to bed."

"Okay, but you're having my room," and before she could argue, Mitchell put his hand up, "No complaints. Follow me."

He lead her up the stairs and across the hall into a smallish room which contained a bed, a wardrobe and a chest of drawers and that was covered with clothes and empty pizza boxes. She glanced around the room and smiled, reminded of her own flat.

"Sorry. It's extremely messy." He said, mentally scalding himself for not listening to Annie's nagging about cleaning his room.

"It's fine, looks just like mine actually." She told him.

"Right. Here's a t-shirt you can wear," he grabbed one his only t-shirts at random out of his wardrobe and handed it to her, "And the bathrooms next door. I'll be on the sofa if you want anything, feel free to grab any food from the kitchen as well." He smiled.

"Thank you. You've been so kind to me Mitchell." She returned the smile, gazing into his brown eyes.

He gazed back for a second before shaking his head slightly, "It's nothing. Seriously, it's the least I can do."

"Don't be stupid. Just...thanks." she said, still smiling and impulsively reached out and pulled him into a hug.

He hugged her back, surprised, but in a good way. He unconsciously inhaled and held the breath, squeezing his eyes shut and willing away the thoughts of blood and biting. He bit his lip and opened his eyes, releasing her, "Night." He attempted another smile, pressing his lips together before turning and heading back down the stairs.


Lex lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling above her. She pulled the duvet up to her nose and sniffed, inhaling the smell of Mitchell. She liked Mitchell. He was kind, he was handsome, he was funny...for god's sake, he had saved her life! She looked around his room, taking in the posters and the mess. It was such a boy's room. She felt herself drifting into sleep...

She was in a dark hallway that didn't seem to end. On either side there were different doors, different colours and textures and shapes. She went to open one, but it was locked. She tried the next one; locked too. She tried a couple more but she knew that she would find they were locked. She instead tried walking down the corridor, but the doors continued to pass her to her left and right. She sped up, walking faster. She wasn't sure if she was running towards something or away from something. Suddenly she stopped dead. The door to the left of her started to shake. She backed into the door opposite it and stood with her back against it, watching with growing horror the door that was now shaking violently. Just as it flew open the door she was leaning against opened and she fell backwards. All she saw was a flash of pitch black eyes.

Lex jolted upright in bed, sweating. She yanked the curtain back and saw that the sun was just rising, spreading a pink haze across the sky. She unwrapped herself from the sheets and silently padded out to the bathroom. She looked around for a flannel to use but settled for splashing water onto her face with her hands. As she had no toothbrush she swigged some mouthwash and pulled a brush through her hair before heading down the stairs towards the kitchen. She passed Mitchell, snoring quietly on the sofa and smiled. He looked so innocent when he slept; like a child. Compared with the Mitchell she had seen before, who had seemed a lot tougher, this Mitchell was like a sleepy kitten. He was slumped sideways and his leg was hanging off the edge of the sofa.