Mitchell

Mitchell never asked for this life, but he took what he was given, because what else could he do? It's not like he wanted to die, but then again, he didn't exactly want to be eternally damned either. But there he was, never ageing, an eternity spread out before him with no glimmer of light. There was no cure for him. No quick death on the battle field with the rest of the men. He was cursed to walk the earth forever. And forever really was a long time when you began to hate yourself for what you were.

He'd never, not in a million years, even dreamt that he'd be lucky enough to find himself in a house with friends. Real, proper friends, people who trued him, who believe in him. He'd not had that in so many years. Annie and George, they made him good, they brought out the human in him that he thought he'd lost all those long years ago.

For the first time in nearly a hundred years, he was happy. Sure there were bumps in the road, stumbles and a few falls from his rickety wagon. Maybe more then a few. But he made it, with their help. He made it to the end on his terms, with them right by his side. And when he says things would have been much worse, much sooner without them, he means it.

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George was the reason he left the other vampires, the reason he stepped on the straight and narrow fully intended to stay that way until this forever was over.

Not that he'd know it, but George had saved Mitchell is so many ways over the years they knew each other. Sure there was tension first, there was a time of testing boundaries and sharks in the water, but in the end they worked. Despite all the obstacles in their way, they worked.

Their strange little set up, working in a hospital, being normal, being human. It worked and they were happy. It shouldn't have worked. Mitchell should have wanted to kill George, and vice versa. But after all the years he'd been alive, he found something worth fighting for that wasn't blood. And he was so thankful for that.

But if they wanted to be human, they should act human, play the part. So they did. And it was good, it was happy. For the first time in such a long time, Mitchell actually felt human. The call of the blood was distant, and for once he could see that small glimmer of hope in his damned eternity. Somethings aren't meant to last forever though.

It was his idea to move into the pink house, there was just something about it that drew him in. Like it was calling out for help. And George followed after him, not questioning it, just agreeing. Because they were friends, and they trusted each other. Everyone needs a friend. The pink house became home for the tree lost souls that day.

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Annie was a surprise.

Not in the fact that she was a ghost, or that she wanted them gone at first. Because all that he'd seen before, he'd seen many like her before, but they'd all been different. Some were hostile, some in denial, some even made it their after-lifes goal to see everything on the Earth.

Annie wasn't like that. Annie was something special, she could be seen, she was kind and fierce and loyal, she turned down deaths door.

Three times.

Not that he knew all of this at first. He didn't know the bond they'd share, something so strong he could feel it snap as she was pulled away from the world. Or how hard he would fight to keep her safe. He didn't know any of that at first. At first she was just another ghost, someone he grew to like, someone he grew to want to protect from all the evil outside their little pink house. Between her tea making and constant fussing, Mitchell always wondered when it was he actually fell in love with her. Sure he knew it after she was dragged into purgatory, but it happened before then, that he was sure off.

With Annie and George around, the blood lust didn't seem so strong, the pull seemed bearable. Of course he didn't know what would happen when he strayed away. The consequences of rage filled actions. Maybe sometimes blood was stronger then love. They didn't know that then. She didn't leave him though. Not even when she found out, because that's who she was. She stayed out of love.

But there she was, Annie his friendly little ghost, who made tea to feel normal and to comfort, who didn't have a bad bone in her lifeless body, but god forbid the person who got on the wrong side of her. And if there was one thing in his life he was sure of, it was that he'd fight for her. Wherever she was, whoever took her, he would fight for her and bring her home.

Because not even the call of blood, or the shouts and screams in his head could stop him from loving her once he'd started. His Annie. She was the girl Mitchell had waited his whole life for, someone to spend his eternity with. And really, all he needed was someone to spend it with when everyone else was gone.

A/N- Okay so here's the next part, all about Mitchell's thoughts/feelings. This was a little bit harder to write, because I wasn't quite sure how I wanted to potray him, but I'm kinda like it!

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