Right here it is chapter two, please be nice. (: I tried to create an angry George, a George we maybe haven't seen much of before but, not sure how well I stuck to the character personality. So review and tell me what you think. (: Thank You.

She felt herself being compelled forward, placing one foot frightfully in front of the other. His body trembled as she looked up to see the Vampire sitting upright on the sofa, a look of loss and sadness enchanting his once charming face. She couldn't look him full in the eye; she was scared of what she would discover.

"… Annie?" he called once more, a sort of sad melodic tone to his rough voice. He sounded as if he hadn't slept for days, and he hadn't.

"Where is George?" She managed to stutter, she didn't really want to know, she just wanted to avoid the awkward conversation that was about to erupt.

"I..I…He's in the kitchen…"

At that she vanished into thin air. Mitchell looked towards the kitchen, and not seeing her re-appear, collapsed his head into his dirty hands sighing.

She popped only a few seconds later into her chair, changing her mind about the kitchen. The one place she could think, be comforted, be herself. She ran her fingers along the soft ridges of the material as if she was a child in search of a mothers comfort. Her eyes traced the room. It was dark and the breeze entering the windows brushed against her cool skin and she imagine the feel, the rush of air.

Moments later a loud knock at the door caused her to stir from her trance like state. She didn't flinch, knowing already who it was. As the door creaked open an arm appeared attached to a hand holding a small grey cup, her favourite.

"Tea?" a voice asked shakily as its owners face appeared.

Annie didn't look up, just down.

Mitchell placed the cup on the cabinet to his left and floated cautiously towards the armchair, his gut was telling him to walk away, leave her be, his heart taunting him forwards. He fell down as calmly as he could beside the chair, beside Annie.

"Annie, I'm…sorry," he started, "for … everything."

A small, single tear rolled beautifully down her cheek, she swiped it away with the end of her cotton sleeve. Oh, how she wanted to stay angry at him, she wanted to hate him, shout at him, but she couldn't, not after everything they had been through together. Without another word of encouragement she looked at him, keeping pure eye contact as she moved herself next to him.

The house was quiet, deadly quiet and even with George downstairs. Not even the dog up the road could be heard and he could always be heard, much to the house holds irritation.

Looking into Mitchell's devastating eyes she watched as pain, hurt and confusion flickered through them one by one. It was like a hurricane of emotions, dangerously they took hold of him. They sat like that for what seemed like hours, before one dared to say something to the other. They never needed words; they could just read each other via a connection only they shared.

"Honestly tea?" Annie smirked, a glow returning slightly to her face. Mitchell knew she couldn't drink it, but he felt it would comfort her deeply.

He pulled her invisible body towards him and squeezed her gently as tears fell from her face. Her forgiveness was all he wanted, was all he truly needed and if he had to work for that, he would work harder than he had ever done before in his God damn life. He could feel her tears dampening his thin, green shirt, but he held in his new finding, the silence was all that was needed, all the pair could handle. Mitchell stroked her arm tenderly, watching the steam rise from the miniature cup on the side, just letting Annie console herself.

"Annie, I love you," He whispered lovingly into her delicate ear, "I always will."

He kissed her fore head and pulled himself up. He took her hand and led her from the room. He needed to resolve things with George; Annie was on the verge of forgiving him, surly his best friend could do the same. After all, it was George's girlfriend who manufactured all this.

"Stay here," he told Annie as he watched her place herself on the brown sofa. He kissed her quickly, but passionately before giving her closed eyes one last look as he headed towards the basic kitchen. Mitchell and George had been friends for years now and they had been the worst and the best years of his Vampire life. He didn't know what he would have done without George's help. Without George he would still be feeding regularly and living in painful regret, the life that took up his nightmares. George had been there with him, beside him through it all. He had killed Herrick the first time around and was there to stop Mitchell doing it himself the second.

Herrick, a nasty, evil person, Vampire to be correct, Herrick was the true monster. He could almost feel him, crawling about like a Cockroach refusing to die; he needed to know his secrets and he needed Herrick to be his old self again, as much as he hated the thought. Mitchell remembered, a few weeks back when George had stopped him from destroying him. The words had stung Mitchell as soon as they had passed through his ears, it, you could say, broke his heart.

George: "You're the best friend I've ever had. And probably ever will have. But I will turn my back on you. I will wipe you from my memory and I will never mention your name again. I will never tell my son or daughter that I had a friend called Mitchell. It will be as if we'd never met. That's it. Now you make your choice."

He was preparing himself, ready to hear those words again. It hurt him to the point of no return and he couldn't lose George, not now. He swung back the doors and dramatically pulled a chair out and fell onto it.

George, who was sitting reading the newspaper, The Box Tunnel 20 articles to be precise, flicked the paper in an almost, "I do not want to talk to you," kind of way. It was Mitchell's turn to be the Ghost, with George purposely pretending he was invisible. George's eyes skimmed the story over and over, eyes focusing more and more each time.

"George, listen to me," Mitchell said, he pushed his short scruffy hair behind his ears and looked straight at George, his eyes piecing his face in search of even a flicker of hope for himself.

George ignored him, how could his own best friend betray him, kill merciful people, normal everyday humans? For what, fun? How could he even live under the same God damn roof as the man, the monster sat facing him. He felt almost sorry for Annie, he knew she wouldn't be able to stay angry at Mitchell for long, she was too weak. The Wolf inside him was just waiting; waiting for Mitchell to put a foot wrong, say the wrong thing and that would be it.

"Please!" Mitchell begged, he had never begged why was he doing it now, because he loved George, because he wanted to go back to living in the old days?

"George I need you!"

"Need me?" George turned sharply to look at him as he slammed the paper down on the table in a very George like way.

"Yes…"

"You clearly didn't need me when you were busy killing innocent people."

"That, that was months ago, I feel… disgusted George." Mitchell pleaded.

"This isn't just some tiny issue; this is huge Mitchell, HUGE!" George retaliated, his anger emerging furiously, "you have only yourself to blame for the hate you feel towards yourself, and you deserve it."

"George…" Mitchell couldn't stand it any longer. "I have lived with this for months, on my own. Do you know how much I tried to protect you from it? Thanks to, to HER we are all suffering now."

"SHE has a name!" George shouted, hatred rising in his face.

Mitchell didn't know what to do, what to say. He stood up kicking the innocent wooden chair against the wall, shattering it into pieces of broken wood. He slammed his fist on the table and closed his face into Georges, intimidating him.

"If you had never met her, Nina, we would all be living normally right now. You would never know about the Box Tunnel incident and you would be obliviously walking around this wicked house minding your own business and moaning about inconsiderate, small things!" He stepped back instantly regretting his harsh words but, he couldn't stop.

"Do you know how hard it has been lying to you, Annie, and I regret saying it but Nina as well?"

George got up and stood challengingly in front of him. His chest was puffed out and George had never looked so menacing. Annie who had heard the whole conversation, whether she had intended to or not, raced through the double doors screaming at them to stop. She jumped in between the pair, but neither removed their eyes.

"Guys…please just sit down and talk about this, yes, yes I shall make some tea and we can all have a talk…" But before she could stop George had turned to face her.

"Tea? TEA? Annie, how the hell is that going to solve ANYTHING, you really are stupid sometimes!" George shouted, this caused her to jump backwards in fear. She was frozen, not knowing what to say, this wasn't George, not the usual George, this sounded more like the wolf. Yes, she would put it down to the wolf, she couldn't blame George for being angry, but she didn't think she had done anything so terribly wrong it had caused him to look at her irritated.

"You think you can solve anything with TEA, you don't even exist in theory, your all smiles and happiness and prodding into people's lives, private lives…"

"Don't you dare speak to her like that!"

Mitchell pushed George backwards, certainly not regretting it this time. George pushed meaningfully back and everything turned to hell. Mitchell was clearly the stronger one, but George was good at holding his own. Annie watched on terrifyingly screaming at the two of them constantly. The light flickered and smashed overhead as Annie's power over took her. Where did everything go wrong? They couldn't fight, they never fought, and they were made to be best friends, brothers. Tears fell furiously down her scared cheeks as she sobbed harder than she physically thought possible.

No one heard the door slam shut as Nina leaped in.

"STOP!" she shouted pulling George away and pushing him to the other side of the room.

"Please, stop!"

Mitchell's eyes had turned almost evil and Georges face had transformed into a totally different being, metaphorically. Both pent up with anger and rage, they shook violently as they witnessed the scene they had caused. Herrick had appeared at the door laughing, this was all one big game to him, one big game he was determined to win without having to say a word.

"What is going on?" Nina was furious; the hormones from being pregnant pushed her mentally and physically to her extremes. She could have taken the both of them on and won easily.

Annie was cowering in the corner; her head was buried between her knees so no one could see her face. She looked dead.

No one else moved. Nina stood gallantly in the middle of the two grown men daring them to even try. George was the first to give in swearing ferociously as he stormed out closely followed by Nina, who was on a mission to calm him down before anything got any worse.

Mitchell heard them run up the stairs and as the banging of footsteps stopped he slid his way over to Annie and weaved his tired arms around her, also crying himself into her lifeless hair. He rocked her back and forth, not for her benefit, but for him. He was so angry at himself for turning on George, for scaring Annie, for entertaining Herrick, for everything he had let happen. He didn't know who he was anymore; Annie was the only one keeping him that little bit sane and he was repaying her by betraying her.

"Now that is the Mitchell I know," Herrick said smirking cockily, "the fighting, the anger and, the danger."

"Ah, go away Herrick," Mitchell said not moving from his spot to even give him the satisfaction of looking at him, "no one wants you here, not now."

Herrick cackled as he slithered, almost snake like, out of view and probably back to his hiding place in the attic.

"I'm so sorry," Mitchell cried into Annie as he felt her shake, "so very sorry."