Um...okay, so, I'm so terribly sorry I couldn't update at the weekend, yet I promised it... I forgot about a certain trip...sorry so I hope you'll like this chapter, please review to let me know that you're still reading (and hopefully interested ;) ) :D
So, here we go, here we go! :D :
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Chapter 11: Lullaby
Mitchell knew he had to be strong. For his family's sake. For Annie's sake. But never showing his emotions, wearing his poker face like a mask, always smiling for Annie was a lot more difficult than staying alive for a hundred years. He was dying. His soul was dying. Maybe he thought he didn't have one, but then his humanity was dying. Seeing Annie in so much pain was killing him slowly, cruelly. Maybe this misery was his punishment from Lia and the others. 'Then yes, I do deserve this...but Annie does not! Lia, if you can hear me, please send me back to purgatory or hell, or something, but stop Annie's misery! Can you hear me you cruel bitch?!'
Of course George could clearly see Mitchell's pain. Although he didn't mention it, because he didn't want to upset Annie. He was helping them every way possible, and tried to cheer his vampire mate up, and make him relax a bit, but the ghost was too nervous and worried even to watch an episode of The Real Hustle.
'Uh-oh...I'm worried!'-George thought to himself. He was a really good friend. Neither Mitchell, nor Annie could've wished for a better.
Obviously Nina didn't care about Mitchell. Why would she? To be honest, she didn't give a shit about him. But she was very kind and helpful to Annie. She gave her infusion and blood three times a day. And was really, really caring.
Of course Annie saw Mitchell's pain too. She wasn't blind, he couldn't hide his pain for too long from her. So she decided she needed to comfort him somehow.
'He needs his rest.'
One afternoon when Annie was watching some kind of pregnancy themed comedy with Nina, laughing their heads off, George pulled his friend into the kitchen to have a few words with him:
"Mitchell, do you think that Annie is so dumb, or so blind that she cannot see your true feelings?"
"Well, George I..."
"You have to show your real emotions!"
"But I don't wanna' upset her! I don't wanna' make her unhappy! I've caused enough trouble for her so far George!"
"I know, I know, but Mitchell you can't continue this way! You're gonna' collapse! A human can't bear this mate!"
"But you forgot that I am not human!"
"That does not matter in this case! You only need to stop worrying now, don't stress yourself, pull yourself together and be there for her!"
"George, I..!"
"You cannot help her Mitchell, unless you help yourself first! Understood?!"
"Yes!"-he hissed between his closed teeth.
"Okay, now go and have a rest. Just relax!"
"George!"
"This is an order!"
"And exactly, how long have you been giving me orders Mr. I-killed-a-pigeon-with-a-shoe, hmm?"
"Arrgh , Mitchell shut up!"-'Well, at least, he's back to his old self!'
Mitchell just chuckled, then ambled along to the living room, to help the still weak and fragile Annie to their bedroom.
"You know Mitchell I can still walk on my own!"-Annie squealed as her love lifted her up bridal style.
"I know Annie-he kissed her cheek-but you seem so fragile ya' know."
"And are we going to have a chat?"-she giggled.
"No love, it's time to sleep now!"-he gave her a huge grin.
"Fine. But only if you get some sleep too!"
"Annie, ya' know I can't sleep!"
"Shut up Mitchell, I know you can! I've seen it, remember?"
"Ok, but Annie, to be honest, I'm too worried to sleep now!"
"Just relax!"-she whispered when he laid her on the bed. Then she started humming a little tune. Somehow it was really familiar to Mitchell, like he'd heard it before. Yes, Annie used to croon this sweet song sometimes, but Mitchell knew it. And he loved it. It calmed him competently down and it was like if he'd arrived home. He was home now. Home with his family. In his Annie's arms. Floating with all his worries gone. He loved Annie's voice and the tune. It was so familiar.
"Annie?"-he asked sleepily.
"Yes?"
"This is beautiful. Thank you."
"You're welcome my love."
"What is this? I know this song! Where did you learn it? Annie, this song is older than your great-grandmother!"
"Yes-she chuckled-she thought it to me. And she learned it from her great-grandmother. You know this?"
"Yes-he whispered lovingly, his fingers caressing Annie's stomach, and Annie's fingers stroking his hair- my mother used to sing or hum this to me when I was young and I couldn't sleep. It's an Irish lullaby."
"It's beautiful!"
"Indeed."-he murmured then he fell into sweet, dreamless sleep, making Annie calm, and follow him soon after.
Well, I really do hope that you liked it... Aren't they a bit OOC? (That means out of character isn't it? XD I'm new here really first fanfic) maybe I should watch Being Human again...I don't know...I'll update as soon as I can, I don't want to promise it again and don't update.
So,
Thanks for reading!
Ann Minamino Hawkins