This story is set just after George kills Herrick in series 1

Annie held Mitchell's hand as he and George walked beside her through the cold and wet streets of Bristol. The night before George had torn Herrick's head from his shoulders and Nina had found out that he was a werewolf. It had been a busy night for them all.

Mitchell and Annie had waited for George to return to his human state; they'd sat outside the little dark room all night. Nina had wanted to stay but Mitchell had told her to go back to their house and sleep, she'd looked exhausted.

Now the three friends walked in silence along the pavements of Bristol, on the way back to their safe, pink home. George kept opening his mouth to say something but then reconsidered and walked on in silence. Annie was holding on tightly to Mitchell's cold hand, she hadn't let go of it since they'd watched George murder Herrick and she didn't feel safe enough to let go yet.

Mitchell tired to take his packet of cigarettes from his inside pocket but found it impossible with only one hand. He looked down at Annie and reluctantly pulled his hand from hers. She glanced at him briefly and then wrapped her cardigan around herself more tightly. Mitchell pulled out the packet of "death sticks" as George liked to call them, and popped one in his mouth. He fumbled in his pocket for his lighter and flicked it on with a not-quite-steady hand. He blew a plume of smoke into the cold air and was surprised when George didn't complain about the smell. He turned to his friend,

"You okay George?"

George shook his head, as if to clear it, and smiled weakly, "Mhmm. Fine".

Annie linked her arm through George's and squeezed it gently, "You sure?"

George sighed, "I think so. I mean, I've never killed anyone before so I'm not sure how you're supposed to feel. But I'm okay".

Mitchell inhaled the sweet and tangy smoke and turned the corner onto Windsor Terrace. He could see the pink house from there and he suddenly felt relieved to be home. Annie untangled herself from George's arm and stopped, causing the boys to stop as well. She pointed to their house and said,

"I'll go and put the kettle on", and then she was gone.

George sighed dramatically and started towards the house, followed slowly by Mitchell.

*****

Once they reached the house George trotted upstairs to talk to Nina and Mitchell stood outside to finish his cigarette. He held the tiny stub with is thumb and forefinger and took one final drag before flicking it into the gutter. He turned, only to find Annie standing beside him, she smiled,

"Hi", she pulled her cardigan around herself with one hand and handed Mitchell a cup of tea with the other.

He cupped it in his cold hands and took a long gulp, closing his eyes as he did so. He smiled at the ghost, "Thanks".

"No problem, it's what I do", she shuffled closer to the vampire and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. Annie rested her head against him and whispered, "Do you think he's okay?"

Mitchell placed his cup on the pavement, careful not to let his arm drop from Annie's shoulders, "Who George? I dunno, people deal with it in different ways".

She nodded, "How did you-", she stopped mid-sentence, instantly regretting opening her mouth.

Mitchell looked at her, "How did I…?"

She looked down and concentrated on playing with her moonstone ring but Mitchell pushed his hip towards her, ushering her to continue. Annie dropped her hands to her sides and cleared her throat,

"When you killed someone for the first time. How did you feel?"

Mitchell stared straight ahead, his jaw set, "You really want to know?"

She nodded.

"I felt… wonderful", he shifted his weight away from her slightly, "I felt powerful".

Annie looked up at his face, marred with guilt. She cupped his cheek and pulled his face towards her, "That's not you now", his hazel eyes looked deep into her soul and, for a moment, she was drowning in his gaze. She pulled her eyes away and dropped her hand, "Come on". Mitchell picked up the mug of cold tea and they stepped inside the house, ready for whatever life had to throw at them next.

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