So this was a shitty chapter, but I felt that I ought to update at least once in a month... I have my A-Levels at the moment, which means I don't particularly have the time to update, but I finish on the 18th of June so they should get more regular from then onwards. Although, it gets pretty hectic then too.

Basically, I wouldn't expect anything till then, since I don't physically have the time- this chapter's been unfinished for about a month- and also sorry about any typos!

'I can't do it,' Hal hissed to Mitchell as they walked out of the building, Mitchell stopped walking and turned to him causing Hal to stop too, but he almost bumped into the other vampire.

'Why?'

'It'll kill me.'

'No it won't, Daisy managed to do it.' Hal gave a quick shake of his head.

'Daisy was also feeding off blood.'

'What do you mean?'

'I mean that as a clean vampire, it is far harder to resurrect someone.' Mitchell closed his eyes briefly, and opened them again with a determination in them, with a hint of anger.

'Why did ya agree then?'

'Because you did.'

'You didn't think that I was goin' to agree?' Hal shook his head.

'No, of course not, but,' he paused, unsure of how to explain himself, 'I don't really know George, and to be frank if it were me by myself I probably wouldn't help him.' Mitchell stared at him for a moment.

'Then don't.'

'I have to. Otherwise they'll think I'm weak and it'll cause problems.' The other vampire began to walk away, and Hal briskly caught up with him. 'What are you going to do then?'

'Drink blood.'

'Really?'

'It's the only way.' Hal grabbed onto Mitchell's shoulder and stopped him.

'As someone who has done this whole, thing, many more times than you, I need to warn you that if you drink blood you will revert.'

'I won't.'

'It's not the way that it works, Mitchell.' For a moment the two didn't say anything, but then Mitchell began to walk to his car, again Hal found himself catching up with him.

'Then I revert.'

'Do you realise what that'll do?'

'I have to, he's been there for me when I've needed it, I-'

'It's his fault!' Hal suddenly interjected. 'I'm not saying let the man die, but it is his own fault that he is there.'

'I know but it's because of us that he did that.' Slowly Hal gave a nod.

'I understand. It's my fault too. But,' he said slowly, 'what if we got someone else to do it for us?'

–/-

As they pulled up in the car Mitchell noticed that a man in a long coat was standing outside their door, and he stared at him curiously for a moment. He was bald, wearing sunglasses, and rather small, as he turned around he realised who it was.

'One of them's here.'

'Well, we don't have to look for them I suppose.' Hal said nonchalantly, and he pulled himself out of the car after Mitchell did. The two walked towards the old bed and breakfast quickly and the man looked at Mitchell with an expression of surprise.

'I didn't think I'd actually find you.'

'You did.' Mitchell replied, and the bald man looked back at him almost admiringly.

'The others, they've not got their memories back yet but I have.' The Irish vampire gave a nod, and Hal had to stop himself from laughing at the oddness of the situation, Mitchell clearly wasn't adept at leadership.

'Sorry let me just intervene,' Hal said, smoothly cutting into the conversation, and the bald man looked up at him. 'I'm Hal, by the way. Now, I need you to get the other's to get their memories back.'

'Why should I listen to him?' The bald man spoke to Mitchell, and Hal felt a pang of annoyance, Mitchell shrugged quite lamely but then shook his head.

'He's an Old One.' The bald man stared back, slightly surprised.

'Really? What are you doing here then?'

'I'm on holiday,' Hal supplied, his voice deadpan. The vampire didn't think to question it more, but then nodded, and he could detect the slight sign of fear in the bald vampire as he did.

'Alright, but why?' Again, Hal took the lead and spoke to him.

'Because we need you to help us.'

'With what?'

'Resurrecting.' The older vampire quickly said, and then he turned to Mitchell. 'Can we get inside, it's getting a bit cold.' The day was drawing to a close around them, the sky taking on the bluish tinge of nightfall, Mitchell nodded.

'Do you wanna to come inside, Sam?' He asked, and Sam shook his head.

'I'm alright thanks, but why do you need out help, what happened?'

Wearily Hal explained about the situation, and the man looked unhappy about the whole thing, but the likelihood of him disobeying orders from an Old One was tiny- even if he didn't know that Hal was not really an Old One, not when he was like this. He may have also left out a few details. It was reluctantly, therefore, that Sam agreed; a tinge of resentment colouring his voice, but when he left Hal was sure that there was a good chance that the vampires would help them.

–/-

'So there's a slight issue that the house needs to discuss.' Hal told Annie as they walked into the house, she was sitting in the living room feeding baby Eve some milk and she looked up at the two.

'What's it about?' She paused, laying down Eve into the crib that seemed to be permanently in the living room. The pair said nothing for a moment, but before they could explain Annie spoke. 'It's about George isn't it, what's he done?'

'Well, it's not so serious.' Mitchell said, and Annie looked at him disbelievingly.

'It's always serious Mitchell.' There was a brief standoff between the two, but Hal cleared his throat and the two looked to him.

'He killed a dozen vampires and now we have been charged with the duty of resurrecting them.'

'What?'

'Yeah, it's a pretty long story but he's got the gist of it really.' Mitchell said and Annie didn't say anything for a moment.

'He's seriously done that?' Tiredly she ran a hand through her hair and practically fell back onto the sofa, staying silent for a moment.

'It's fine we have a plan though, we just have to resurrect the vampires, well of course Mitchell and I will not be the ones doing the resurrecting, but it's the same thing really, and then George will be released and everything will be-' Whilst Hal spoke, he didn't see Annie getting more and more distressed on the sofa, but Mitchell noticed the signs of one of her mental breakdowns beginning.

'Don't say that everything will be fine!' Annie interrupted. 'It's not going to be fine. Nina's still dead, Eve still doesn't have a mother, and you two,' she didn't elaborate on that, but simply waved her hand in their general direct and scoffed. In the kitchen, a mug flew off the shelf and smashed onto the floor, and a bottle from the bar flew onto the opposite wall, causing Mitchell to duck as it soared over his head. Hal quickly intervened.

'George will get better.' Again she shook her head, but luckily no other objects took off, and Mitchell slowly pulled himself up to his full hight.

'No he won't. You know he won't.' Briefly she looked pass them, and Hal turned his head and saw Tom walking in.

'Wha' happened?'

'It's a really long story.' Mitchell supplied, but again it was Hal who was left to do the quick explanation of what had transpired in the past day. But rather than attempt to make an ill-advised rescue plan, Tom turned to Annie, looking genuinely angry.

'Oh so it's alright for 'im to do tha' but not me Annie?' Annie stared up a Tom.

'I didn't fucking give my blessing to him before he left.' Another mug in the kitchen crashed off the shelf, and Mitchell put a hand on her shoulder, distracting her momentarily from her anger.

'Annie.' His soft Irish voice reminded her of the times that they had had before the Box 20 murders, before the hell that was Barry had become her daily life, and for a moment a wave of nostalgia overtook her. Until it was crushed with an overwhelming feeling of burning hatred, and within seconds the one of the chairs had been pulled upwards and was rapidly flying towards the bar, and the kettle flew out of the kitchen. It only took a moment, but soon they collided with the things in their path, the chair right into the bar, almost smashing it to pieces, but the chair itself was destroyed, it breaking in a a rather disappointing way; whereas the kettle flew right past the quartet and smashed through the window into the street with a loud smash, before the kettle itself fell to the floor and bounced once, suddenly pulling them from their momentary lull.

'Annie you need to calm down.' Hal finally said, and she look up at him, her eyes glassy and she nodded quickly.

'Sorry,' she mumbled, 'I didn't mean for that to happen.' Tom who was still staring at the hole left in the window glanced back at the rest of them, and then shook his head.

'It's disgustin' what your lot do.' But he made no exit from the room, but rather sat down on the sofa next to Annie, without elaborating further. Hal too thought briefly about bringing the kettle back inside, but sighed joined the others on the sofa, whilst Mitchell searched around for the remote, before he also placed himself in front of the telly and the four of them watched the television, not quite taking in what was on it but rather finding comfort in the moving images as their thoughts were in other places entirely.