Hey guys! How is everyone doing on this fine evening?! Alright, just so no one is unimpressed with me, this is a semi filler chapter because I desperately needed to get her background out, or at least a little bit of it so you guys weren't completely in the dark about my ideas with this story.
BUT there's a little snippet of the next chapter which is still in the works as we speak aaaaaand it is quite magical if you ask me!
Oh one more thing before you read! This story jumps around quite a bit and there's a part where you see this font I'm using now and then this as well. That's just a mini scene/talk snippet back before Siti's uncle died.
Alright! That's all! Enjoy and I'll meet you guys at the end!
"Good morning, Mitchell!" Annie beamed brightly from the kitchen, she was brewing a pot of tea when she noticed Mitchell's labored breathing before he shut the door behind him, rather loudly. "Is everything alright, Mitchell?" The ghost walked through the kitchen into the living area.
"Oh my!" Annie exclaimed, her eyes wide with bewilderment, she walked eerily close to the new girl Mitchell had brought home. "Is she dead?" The young girl, clothes tattered and blood drying to her body, lay unconscious in Mitchell's arms as he stood there in the small foyer.
"I'll explain later," he waved off the question with a slight shake of his head and grit of his overly white teeth asking a favor of her, "Can I ask you to take her clothes off and clean her up for me?"
"Are you alright?" Annie mechanically avoided, seeing the blood on the small girl and looking to him for blood staining his scrub top or bottoms.
"Annie." Mitchell fussed through a clenched jaw, his head dropped and then fell to the side as ihe was waving a theoretical white flag. Then with a sigh he shot a pair of tired eyes at her, begging, "Please, Annie.". Annie could only stand there with her hand on her hip, eyes narrowing at the vampire as he gazed desperately back at her.
"Alright, Alright sit her in the tub and I'll see-"
"No. Hang on. That won't work." Mitchell stopped her in her tracks, as if he had a change of heart. "I need to be in the room with her."
"What?" Annie's lip curled and her eyebrows furrowed into a crease.
"Forget it, just help me clean her up, please." Mitchell asked Annie, hoisting the small girl up further on his arms, her head lolling about. They began to head upstairs to the tub where they cold properly wash her off.
"Oye." Annie trotted down the stairs, "Now would you like to tell me what in God's name happened, Mitchell?" She fussed around the living area, doing a small pirouette before falling back on the beaten leather couch. Mitchell followed, shortly there after, in casual clothes and he ran his fingers through his curly black locks before grabbing the lower half of his face. He looked down at the floor in mock thought, then up at Annie, then back to the floor again as he paced around the TV set.
"Come on Mitchell, you look like you've seen a ghost." Annie said, worry seeped through her words as she cocked her head.
"Do you know the old bedtime story of 'Dracula'?" He asked, still lightly pacing the wooden floor.
"Yeah!" Annie piped up, causing her flat mate to look up in question at the ghost, her facial expression gradually fell the more she thought about the question, "No… I mean I know he was a vampire." Mitchell started pacing a little more. "Oh! And he lived in Transylvania!" Mitchell stopped pacing before he shook his head.
"Alright well, close enough." He began, "Human history says that Dracula was in fact, in reality, named Vlad the Impaler III, due to his insatiable need for sadism driven by a craving to see a blood shower, because when he killed enemies, he'd kill them in the most inhumane wayhe thought possible." Mitchell walked over to the couch and looked Annie right in the eye, "But vampires believe that there was actually a Dracula, like a Father, of all vampires." Annie slowly nodded, "And just like people, vampires have royal blood, who are direct descendents of the royal family of Dracula himself, or so they say at least. And they refer to Dracula as the Tepes which stands for The Impaler in Romanian." He began reasoning as he began to shed his own light on the situation as the pieces started to fall in place. "That girl who is sleeping upstairs, was the girl I met a few weeks ago at the infirmary! And as I was walking home tonight, I hear this scream, run to find it's source, and that girl that we just bathed, was dead."
Annie gasped, she could barely keep up with his Irish accent as he fluttered about octaves telling her the story while his hands frantically shook as if he had Parkinson's disease.
"So that would explain the blood on her." Annie spoke to herself. The dark headed vampire finished the story without blowing the detail of Herrick and his second life. "But how does Dracula come into play?" Her mouth was agape while she looked at him, questions running through her mind.
"This is where it gets odd." Mitchell stated.
"Mitchell. Have you looked in a mirror?" Annie laughed.
"No. I haven't." he wagged a finger at her, "I have no reflection." Her fired back at her with a smirk. "Now anyways, the odd part is that that girl lying upstairs?" He pointed at the ceiling, "That girl upstairs, may possibly be Dracula."
"Hm." Annie said, sitting back against the couch.
"So I decided to bring Dracula here for a bubbly bath, and she-" he put a palm on his forehead, his elbow lounged on his knee, "well she fainted on the way back."
"I thought Dracula was a man, though?" Annie asked, as she curled a piece of her hair around her finger.
"See. That's the catch. No one has ever known what he looked like."
"Well how do you know it was her?"
"She had four fangs, unlike the norm which is two and her eyes were blood red." Mitchell motioned to his mouth as he spoke, "And," Mitchell nodded to the side, "she said she was." Annie could only offer up a slow nod before she inhaled a deep breath and placed both hands on her knees.
"Well. What do we do?"
"I'm not sure." Mitchell said reaching an end to his reasoning, shooting a blank stare filled with lethargy at the TV. They both thought for a few moments on the topic before a small American voice interrupted their train of thought. Her eyes were wide and glanced over the tiny abode Mitchell and Annie called home. Apprehensively toying with the hem of an old sweatshirt she had been dressed in just a few hours earlier, she pulled and tugged at it making sure it covered her and her ripped leggings Annie had redressed her in. Her chocolate eyes fell on Mitchell's and the pang of waking up in a foreign place seemed to lighten just a bit.
"Hi." She croaked, her throat was scratchy and raw so she swallowed deeply in hopes that the motion would solve her problem. She was standing on the bottom step, peeking around the slight corner at the two flat mates while she felt the time stained wooden floor beneath her bare feet. She looked like a child who had ran off too far in the supermarket and had lost mommy; scared and afraid of the unknown. Mitchell practically leapt at the chance after realizing what she felt.
"Come here, sit down." Mitchell was being warming with the girl, at a distance, as he ushered her to his seat, because after last night, things had seemed to go pretty unpredictably. Annie smiled gently at the girl who sat down across the couch from her and offered her coffee or tea after introducing herself.
"Coffee, please." The girl looked downtrodden as she sat stiffly on the edge of the cushion, her knees pressed tightly together with her hands placed in between her thighs. Annie dissipated into the kitchen while Mitchell took a seat in the almost florescent red lounge chair.
"How are you feeling?" Honest concern could be detected in his voice as she glanced up at him and gave him a warm smile.
"Good." She gave a simultaneous blink and nod before she continued, "Thank you so much for caring for me and for…" her voice trailed off as her eyes lingered along the floor boards to the TV.
"You're welcome." He interrupted her short silence while her eyes still stared at the TV, he swallowed once before speaking again, "Did you know I was a vampire?" Her eyes immediately darted to his, blinking again and again.
"Yes." She admitted, nodding tenderly. Her hair was still wet as she raked her fingers through the ends of her long brown hair. The scent in her hair was musky, not like her normal shampoo but that of a gentleman's.
"So you knew who I was?" Mitchell asked, eyeing her hands as they moved through the brown tresses. "Who the two last night were?"
"No." her pink lips parted in denial as she continued combing the knots out of her hair. "I had a feeling, but I didn't know who they were before I bit them."
"But you are The Tepes." Mitchell clarified as Annie dissipated back into the living area, with a cup of coffee in her hand. The young woman left her task of combing her hair out, giving a gracious smile at the ghost as she took the mug from her and held it to her chest, waiting for it to cool.
"In a way, yes." She answered very slowly. "Let me explain." Bringing the coffee to her lips, she gave a gentle blow, swirling the steam from the mug around in her face. "My name is Siti Tsepesh, I am from the Kentucky area, U.S.A. however my family reigned in Romania and small parts of Russia in the past." She took a deep breath trying to explain, "The Tepes traits string along my family roots but it's usually a dormant trait, and I am the first one who has shown any signs of it since my uncle who died in the late 1700's. I died and took on the true Tepes trait in 1721, becoming a vampire myself."
"Wait so you're almost 300 years old?" Annie asked.
"Yes, almost." The freckled tan face answer smiling sweetly at the ghost.
"So your aunt whom you were visiting in the hospital?" Mitchell began to ask, trying to decipher the mock code she gave earlier this month at the coffee shop.
"Was killed a few weeks ago, she was also a vampire and through blood letting had acquired the remaining traits from my uncle. So when she died, I had a sudden surge enter my body as the last remaining entities entered me."
"So you are the Tepes now?" Mitchell inquired.
"Yes, for lack of better words." She took a sip of coffee bring the cooled liquid to her pink lips, tipping the cup upward.
"So why are you here?" Annie questioned the freckled faced woman, who blinked with patience at the ghost.
"I'm here to create a positive power dynamic within the council of Bristol." She nodded as she looked Mitchell in the eye, "Last night, I went for a run, not for my health, but to see how much unwanted attention I could attract from the vampires in town." She ran her manicured fingertips around the edge of the mug while she stared into the coffee. "And correct me if I'm wrong, but the gentleman who 'murdered' me, he was a leader of the council." Mitchell gave her unnecessary reassurance by nodding.
"You see, the death tolls in Bristol aren't ordinary. The vampires are feeding at an unnatural rate, and I'm here to correct that malfunction." She sat her coffee down on the table before finishing. "Humans cannot find out about us. If they do, a war will ensue and that's a war I do not want to be a part of, not because I'm scared but because I don't want to find out what the world will be like without a healthy dose of order." She paused looking at Annie, "I may seem like a child to most but I am the order. I keep the order. I am the stitches that keep the wounds closed on human society." She reached up and drug her drying locks across her back to her other shoulder, and settled her hands back in her lap.
"I have been after Herrick for a century trying to reach him to let him know that by destroying the human race he was also in turn destroying his own; and decade after decade I have failed to find him and eradicate him from his position." She gave a grave half smile towards the dark headed vampire, "I believe he was the gentleman I drained last night." Mitchell ran a calloused hand through his black locks and nodded at the vampire sitting across from him.
"And why didn't you harm me?" Mitchell looked up through his lashes at the freckled round face of the girl, while she bit her lip in response. She seemed to bide time while thinking about which words were the right ones to say.
"When you make choices to kill people, whether for food or malice, a certain expression of guilt tugs at the corners of the face." She brought a finger to her lips and began to caress them, her big brown eyes shutting themselves in thought, "Mitchell. I didn't see what I saw in the other two, in you." Her finger fell to her lap, her head rolled back with her facing the ceiling. Inhaling deep breaths, she realized that she shouldn't have bothered either of the flat mates with her matters. She had followed out her orders time and time again, fluttering about from city to city restraining vampires and sustaining her kind.
"I'm so sorry," she stated, "I really need to go-"
"Go where?" Annie interrupted, looking at Mitchell for help. She thought this new Dracula was wonderful and she needed another girl to talk to, regardless of how undead she was.
"I have a hotel room, not far from here." The seemingly sweet vampire nodded in the general direction of the door, "I really should be getting ba-"
Siti's goodbye was cut off by several heavy knocks on the front door, Mitchell and Annie swapping glances. Mitchell got up from his seat on the red lounge chair while Siti sat her coffee down, not sure what was going on or who was behind the front door. Mitchell looked through the peep hole and then stepped back, an incredulous look on his face.
"What? Who is it?" Annie questioned, Mitchell only stood there hand on the doorknob, "Mitchell?"
"Herrick." Siti's dark brown eyes scanned the room and then Mitchell's face before she rose to her feet.
"Hide me." She stated, more as an order rather than a statement as Mitchell's golden brown eyes tensed with worry. "Annie. Take her upstairs to my room and sit with her until I say otherwise." Mitchell ordered. The two girls made their way upstairs while Mitchell took a calming deep breath before opening the door.
"Mitchell." Herrick's voice sounded through the house, reverberating off the walls into the ears of the girls who were seated upstairs.
"Herrick." Mitchell retorted flatly.
"I just stopped by to ask you about-" words caught in his mouth while he shuffled his feet on the doorstep. "the girl, from last night." His blue eyes shifted about the street, looking at the lonely cars parked on the curbed sidewalk.
"Herrick, I know nothing of the girl."
"You must know something." Herrick narrowed his eyes as his mouth turned upward into a smirk, as he tried to pry any information out of the dark headed vampire.
"Herrick. I took her for coffee one time a few weeks ago, but it ended shortly after we entered the place." Mitchell leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms as he spoke.
"Is that all?" Herrick pried.
"Yes. She left in haste, but I didn't know what she was or what she was capable of. I thought she was a mere human, with a pretty face." Herrick eyed Mitchell's features as he spoke about the vampire with red eyes.
"A name?"
"No name."
"Well," he took a moment to pause before he stepped off the step leading into the portal of the flat. "I'm speaking to council members from nearby cities and towns and they say they haven't heard of her presence, which means we will carry on with our plans as desired and if she shows her face around our headquarters, she will be the one who pays dearly." He looked up into Mitchell's intense stare, as he looked away and into the street.
"Herrick, are you sure that's a safe plan?" Mitchell asked, forewarning laced with his words, "I mean, she wasn't one of us."
"Neither are you, Mitchell." Herrick snapped back a little too calmly, "You say you are "clean", yet you call yourself one of us." Herrick scoffed at the idea before turning around and walking away.
"Keep your eyes peeled, if you see her around, let her know what will happen to her." Mitchell controlled his anger against the vampire head, did he not remember what she did to him that night? Did he not see her eyes and her fangs? The curly headed vampire stepped back through the threshold and blamed it on the fact that Herrick must have really been into S&M. He walked back into the small foyer raking a hand through his curly locks.
"What did he want?" Annie asked slowly padding her feet downstairs with Siti's tan feet following behind her. Mitchell looked at Siti when she carefully placed her foot down on the final step, his dark brows furrowing.
"He says that he is not going to comply with your request and that if he sees your face, something bad will happen." The young girl's facial expression did not move from her laidback, easy going smile. She only nodded and inhaled deeply.
"Perfect." That was the only words out of her mouth as her dark lashes fell over her chocolate eyes.
"Well you're not going to let him follow through with his plan are you Mitchell?" Annie asked, obviously becoming upset as plates and magazines around started to vibrate. Mitchell opened his mouth to speak before their flat mate busted through the door with Nina hot on his heels.
"You turned me into this monster, George! How am I supposed to cope with this new and painful piece of information!? Answer me that!" Nina slammed the door behind her causing the walls to shudder from her wrath. George's eyes flashed with fury as he turned around on her and swung his arms about around him.
"You think I'm a monster?!"
"Yes! I do!"
"Oh well, this is just bloody spectacular news!" George shrieked, turning to Annie. "Did you hear that!? I'm a monster!" Annie almost shrunk into nothingness at his shrill screaming. Then George laid his ice blue eyes on the young girl he met in the hospital a few weeks prior and he turned to Mitchell. "Oh don't tell me, you got laid last night?! Even better!" Mitchell stepped forward, correcting some of George's misplaced anger.
"George. That isn't what happened." Mitchell said quietly, keeping his temper down knowing his friend all too well.
"Oh it isn't?! Did she just suck your co-"
"No." Siti kept her pink lips pressed together, gathering the attention from the foyer with a single syllable. The smile left her face vacant of all emotions; her eyes empty as she stated very clearly the single and most important word in society today. George turned to the girl dressed in torn leggings, and a baggy sweatshirt and saw the severe facial expression and dropped it, easy as that.
"Oh well, my apologies, I'm Nina and this is George?" He stammered, Siti's smile gradually returned back to her lips, her hands clasped together in front of her as she. Nina decided to correct him before he died of blood loss to the brain.
"I'm sorry, he's George and I'm Nina." Nina stepped up to the plate, pushing George to the side.
"This is Siti! She's a friend of Mitchell's and she's going to stay with us for a bit!" Annie blurted out, overly excited for her new friend who looked almost taken aback.
"What?" Mitchell and Siti asked simultaneously, Annie's perpetual smile never fading.
"Annie, I-I-I really don't think that's such a good idea." Siti fumbled through her words, she had just met these people why would she stay with them. She had no common ground with any of them. Nor was this a good idea. She had always been a loner in the world following death.
"No, no." Mitchell began looking at Annie, "That's actually not a bad idea Annie." Then both of the flat mates looked at George for approval of her staying.
"What?" He asked, his nose turning up in question, "Oh, yeah yeah, that's fine by me."He said waving away the thought as he went to the kitchen.
"Then it's settled!" Annie exclaimed jumping up and down, "You'll stay with us!" Siti's expression was caught up with a web somewhere between bafflement and panic, as she fumbled with words. Her brown eyes darted to Mitchell's who was now leaning against the wall as he could raise his eyebrows in question and scratch the scruff surrounding the smile plastered on his face.
She didn't get strange feelings from them, so all technicalities put aside, they should be friends. But what if they weren't.
"I need to go to my hotel room and get my clothes and belongings though." She asked of the flat mates, worry straining her features, she really would rather surround herself in peace and quiet.
"I'll go with you." Nina offered a hand in her short blonde hair, "I don't mind."
"Oh I will too!" Annie piped up, always the chipper one Siti noticed. Siti's lips parted in a gentle smile before she nodded.
"You've invited Dracula into our flat!?" George screeched. The three girls had run off to grab Siti's belongings from her hotel and Mitchell thought that this time may be the most opportune time to speak with George.
"Well, no offense, but you allowed it." Mitchell reasoned with the storming werewolf.
"Is she going to turn into a bat at night and flutter about the house?!" George paced the foyer while Mitchell smoked a cigarette, lounging in the red chair. "Does she need a coffin to sleep in? Or would a perch fashioned on the ceiling for her to hang from be better suited!?"
"Easy, George."
"Easy!? Mitchell! This is not a blood bank for her to feed off of!" George stated rather loudly, he ripped his glasses off and pressed his fingertips to his temples.
"Look. Herrick threatened to kill her this morning, and I don't know if I can handle something like that happening to her. She's so innocent." Mitchell's eyes glazed over, causing George to look at him with repulsion flickering through his own.
"Innocent?! She may look it, but I'm sure that she is the furthest thing from innocent!" George still pacing the room, stopping to rub his temples now and again, made a point.
"But she has a purpose, George. And why not try to be a part of it." Mitchell pleaded with the werewolf, snapping out of his daze. Looking at Mitchell's face and then at the ceiling, George took a moment to breathe. Following a pause, George released a huff and then gave up.
"Alright."
The three girls strolled back home from Siti's hotel, Siti still weary of this whole idea of her staying at the house. She wanted to be polite and decline the offer but couldn't find a loophole. Her slender fingers pushed her luggage bag up on her freshly clothed shoulder as she stared blankly ahead of her.
"So what's it like?" Annie piped up, looking at the freshly curled hair of the brunette, Nina cocked her head to the side giving Annie a look.
"I'm sorry?" Siti asked, manicured hands firmly grasping her luggage.
"Being-" Annie said while looking for the words before she whispered, "Dracula?" Nina stopped in her tracks, mouth agape.
"What?" Nina said, "You're Dracula? That's how Mitchell knows you?" Nina shook her head before exhaling harshly, "I should've known. Mitchell." Siti stopped, looking back at Nina, before she smiled.
"You know what," Siti said her freckles dancing with the sunlight that peeked through the clouds, "I completely forgot about this meeting I have in an hour!" Siti lied as her brain wove a few more intricate lines into the web, "I'll swing by soon to say hey, I just really need to have some space to work out the kinks I'm supposed to take care of for work." Both Annie and Nina looked at her in befuddlement. "I hope that's not a problem! I appreciate the offer to stay at your place, I really do." Her warm smile caressed the two girls and they returned the gesture.
"Are you sure?" Annie said, a little brokenhearted that she wouldn't have anyone to talk to, but nonetheless worried for the vampire's safety.
"Yes, yes. I'll be fine." The tan girl nodded replying to the werewolf and the ghost. "I have to run though, I'll see you guys soon." Her brown eyes smiled along with her lips as they parted and she turned around and began walking in the opposite direction with her bags. Annie and Nina looked at each other with skeptic written all over their faces, but the girl had been around for years so she honestly might have had work to do for whatever thing she had to do.
"That was-" Nina started as she turned and padded a foot towards the house.
"Weird." Annie finished, following Nina. Annie scowled as they walked back home.
Emotional involvement is frowned upon.
I am aware, Uncle.
"Where'd she go?" Mitchell asked, looking behind Annie and Nina for the vampire as they walked into their flat.
"She said she had things to attend to." Nina shrugged, before walking over to the couch and plopping down.
"Things?" Mitchell questioned.
"Yeah, I'm not sure. She's Dracula for crying out loud, I'm sure she has paperwork or something." Nina said, "Or maybe tweets to answer or facebook status to update." Her sarcasm wasn't laughed at from the group.
Walking into the funeral home, Siti's navy pumps clicked on the marble tiled ground as she entered the foyer, her A-line skirt swayed along with her body as her stride passed an elderly lady seated at a table, deep in a brochure. Dark eyes looked down her freckled cheeks as she straightened the navy and white striped skirt and the burlap brown blouse she donned, correcting any kinks in the fabric with the lightest touch of her finger tip. The pearls around her neck emphasized her olive complexion and the over-sized gold barrette, tucked the right side of her hair aside her head. Her heels clicked up to the desk that sat in the very back of the foyer, her chocolate eyes lingering on the gold help bell that sat, untouched. Her clicking ceased as her footsteps reached the edge of the desk, she pushed the gold rimmed, tortoise shell clubmasters atop her head which obscured her eyes from surrounding light as she took a quick glance of the funeral home. Lightly clearing her throat, her finger danced along the rim of the button deciphering the button's edge. Pressing down once on the bronze bell, the ringing sound resounded along the walls of the dead funeral home, Siti gaining the attention of the elderly lady.
"Hello, my dear." Blue cataract stricken eyes, peeped over the mahogany round table she sat at, whilst she folded her brochure in her lap.
"Good evening," Siti gently smiled, four fangs slightly showing as she gave a slow nod of appreciation, "Do you know where I could find Herrick?" A tongue poked out of her mouth slightly to lick her pink lips, as she asked the woman for help.
"Herrick?" her voice splintered with age, "There is a police commissioner named Herrick, but you are in the wrong place, dearie." The elderly woman's posh accent sweetly replied. Siti's smile slowly faded from her glossed lips while she just blinked back at the silver haired lady; a moment of silence passed between the two ladies as Siti deliberately clicked her heels towards the table the old lady was seated behind, with slow footsteps. Siti smiled at the ground as she slowly wrapped her manicured hand around the back of the chair opposite of the woman, before she softly sat down. Chocolate eyes, shielded by thick lashes narrowed at the wrinkled hand of the lady sitting across from her as smirk cunningly at the elderly lady.
"You know," Siti began as she reached across the table for the elderly lady's hands, "I really love what you people do." Siti licked her glossed lips while sandwiched the woman's right hand in her own, "Knitting, baking home goods for children, reading stories at libraries," Siti's nails, softly ran themselves along the palm of the old woman to her fingers tips and then back down to the junction of her wrist and palm, creating a calming sensation like that of a mother to the elderly lady. "The elderly really does help put life back into the community." Siti's voice never fluctuated as she ceased her nails movement, "But here's the deal, I need to speak with Herrick." Siti blinked slowly as she continued dragging her nails over the woman's palm, "So I'll ask you one more time."
"Where is Herrick?"
The old women looked on, as if nothing phased her, "I do not know of a Herrick except the police commissioner." Siti parted her lips in a deep breath before she brought her nails to the meat of the woman's pale, wrinkled palm. Without a signal, tanned fingers burrowed into the flesh of the old woman's upturned hand.
"Where is," the old woman tried to scream in pain to alert some of the others meandering about the funeral home, but not before crimson leaked from beneath the brunette's fingertips an pain ripped through muscle lighting every nerve in her fragile seeming body, "Herrick?"
The old woman's cracked lips stuttered as Siti opened her mouth to display four, lengthy fangs peeking out from her glossed upper lip.
"I-I-I," the old woman croaked as the pain in her hand sent a tremendous shock and left her rendering for help as Siti's slender fingers became knives pinning her hand to the table below, "He's in the back." Tears welled up in the cataract blue of the woman's eyes while Siti released her, blood staining her manicured fingernails.
Standing up and giving an apologetic look at the old lady, she leaned down before murmuring something in her ear, "There are better alliances to lie with than his."
Pirouetting away from the old woman, holding her hand in a silent scream, her navy heels clicked across the marble floor, her blood covered hand held out in front of her to show distaste in the old vampire's blood.
Shaking her brunette head, she reached into her purse and pulled out a monogrammed handkerchief, wiping the blood off of her hand.
I work better alone.
Soooooo what'd you guys think!? I know this chapter isn't the best but Siti's bad side is about to come around and it's about to get super vengeful up in this joint. So I needed an interlude between evil spurts for our little miss Dracula.
I have to say, I can't make myself watch season 3 because a) I know Mitchell dies and he cannot die he is my favorite which means I need some emotional prep before I watch it. b) I just found out Aidan Turner has a girlfriend!? And I am super in the dumps about this haha I know, how juvenile but in the off chance that I meet him, I want to be able to rip his clothes off without my moral hubris ragging on me.
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