Chapter Ten.
George stared at him for a long moment as Annie shook her head, "No, you're lying." She said, bluntly, "Mitchell told us how he was turned. The little vampire girl, she's the one who did it, sh-" "Hetty." Jackson cut him off with a wide, dark smile. "I told her to take him. I wanted him, to make him my student, but I was busy." A venomous look spread over his face. "MY mistake was clear." He sighed deeply, "You have ridded the land of a vampire that never deserved what he got. But so it seems everywhere... the vampires are losing the thing that defined us. The last hundred, two hundred years..." his lip curled. "Mitchell is a creature that is relevant to our old ways, and I have enough experience to help. It is lucky that he had you two to help him, because without it he would be dead by now. Either by the vampire community, or by his own body ripping itself apart." With that, he stepped out of the car.
George leapt out of the car after him, Annie following as rapidly as possible to stare at him. "You're serious." She whispered, and he smiled at her again. "Hetty was destroyed. She was a means to an end. I regret ever using her." He frowned, "There is a way to fix him, George, but it will be... a challenge." He scowled, watching the werewolf open the door and Annie walk in. George considered, then sighed, "Come in then." He murmured, and Jackson followed him in, shutting the door behind him. "So, would you like a cup of-" Annie was interrupted by a loud crash upstairs, and all their heads snapped up to look at the ceiling. "Tea." She mumbled, as George looked at her then ran up the stairs, where the crash had come from. Mitchell's room.
Jackson was just behind him as he opened the door, and saw Mitchell on his feet, shirtless, breathing hard. His eyes were blacked out and his fangs descended, body in a half crouch. He didn't seem to notice them, attacking the wardrobe. There seemed no reason; he launched himself at the wardrobe, striking it, dragging his nails across the wood, then dropped to the floor, digging his hands into the carpet and letting out a choking, sobbing cry. He curled into a tight ball then grabbed the edge of the bed, pulling himself up and dragging the covers off, ripping through it with his nails. "Holy..." George whispered, staring. "Get a chair and rope!" Jackson ordered sharply, leaping past him into the room, and toward Mitchell. "Rope." Annie whispered, and disappeared. George ran downstairs, grabbing one of the kitchen chairs and back up into the room.
Jackson had launched himself at Mitchell, grabbing him around the chest. Mitchell cried out, twisting and trying to bite the other vampire, but he was insanely quick, dodging every strike and bite. As George came in and put the chair down, stepping back, Jackson manhandled Mitchell into the chair, where he cried out and kicked. Annie poofed back into place, clutching a coil of rope. "Tie his hands to the chair!" Jackson gasped, out of breath holding him still. George and Annie worked together, forcing his wrists together at the back, then tied them as tight as he could to the chair.
When he was bound, Jackson stepped away from him, watching as he twisted and fought the chair, almost howling as he flailed. "What the hell is wrong with him?" Whimpered Annie, staring at his form as he snapped at the air, at Jackson, even at George. Jackson scowled. "It's the venom in the wolf bite." He informed them, "It's trying to infect him. That can kill vampires. The difficulty is, most vampires don't live long enough to face this. Werewolves rather enjoy ripping vampires apart." George snorted, but Jackson shrugged. "I'd enjoy that cup of tea, Annie." He whispered. "We have to wait for him to sort himself out, calm down." He looked at Mitchell again, trying to ignore the tears in the werewolf's eyes.
Downstairs George and Jackson sat down at the table, each with a cup of tea. "There's a couple of solutions, but none of them are nice." He said softly, almost sadly. "You could wait, give it a couple months, and if he doesn't die from no food or blood, then one will win over the other. If the wolf wins, he'll die. If the vampire wins, then he'll probably be wild, worse than an animal." Annie was trembling as she listened, biting her lip. "But of course, we don't want to do that. So there's two more options. Let him go on a rampage, kill all he wants to, drink and maybe his body will fight it off. It's not likely to work, though. The last... is let him feed from the wolf that bit him." He stared intently into George's eyes.