This story is set some time after episode 4 of series 2 but before episode 5… enjoy :)
It was around ten thirty and it was dark in the little pink house on Windsor Terrace. Annie was sitting alone in the living room watching Resident Evil. It was the only scary film she could find in the house that didn't involve werewolves, vampires of ghosts and she wished she'd never put it on in the first place, she was freaking out.
"Its fine", she told herself, "They're just zombies, they're not real. Although vampires and werewolves and ghosts are real but zombies are definitely not… I hope". She made a small squeaking sound and pushed the off button on the remote, turning the television screen into a blank, soulless lack of colour that stared at her with her own reflection.
She looked around the room and listened to the sound of the house cooling down; it clicked and whirred and groaned and Annie was starting to feel as though she wasn't the creepiest thing around. She got to her feet and decided to take a walk down the street; Mitchell and George were at work and wouldn't be back for a while and so they wouldn't worry if she wasn't there. She took a deep breath and shuffled towards the front door, trying to make as least noise as possible.
She held her hand out to the handle, flashing back to when her first door had arrived, and placed her hand on the cold metal. Suddenly the door burst open, knocking Annie back slightly, and George burst through holding up a drowsy-looking Mitchell.
"Jesus!" Annie shouted, startled, "What the bloody hell?!"
George smiled foolishly at her and then straightened up. He let go of Mitchell's arm and the vampire flopped to the floor drunkenly. Annie looked at them both wide-eyed,
"What's going on?"
George cleared his throat and tried to look serious but his eyes were glazed and his words came out slurred, "We've been to the pub", he made a popping sound with the last word and Mitchell giggled on the floor.
Annie rolled her eyes, "Great", she walked into the kitchen and put the kettle on whilst tea spooning coffee into two mugs. George followed her, rocking slightly as he stood in the doorway to the kitchen,
"I'm sorry Annie", he stuck out his bottom lip, "We only had a little drink".
Annie huffed and poured the boiling water into the mugs; she handed George one and pulled the chair out from under the kitchen table, "Sit", she said. George sat and Annie made her way towards Mitchell, who was still sprawled on the black and white tiles in the hallway. He looked up and smiled stupidly when he saw her and then his head flopped back against the wall with an audible thud.
The ghost knelt down beside him and handed him the hot coffee; Mitchell took it and stared, cross-eyed, into the steaming liquid,
"Eurgh", he slurred, "Whassis?"
"Coffee", Annie replied patiently, "Drink it".
Mitchell did as he was told and looked up lazily as George scrambled up the stairs. Both Annie and Mitchell then listened as the werewolf heaved up the remainder of his beer into the toilet, delightful thought Annie.
*****
Twenty minutes later George trundled slowly down the stairs and into the living room. His face was pale and his eyes looked like deep hollows in the centre of it; he groaned as he sat down on the sofa and smiled apologetically at Annie, who was sitting on the floor in front of the other sofa. Mitchell sat behind Annie playing with her hair and every now and then he would giggle at nothing in particular.
Annie tried to ignore the vampire attempting to braid her hair and instead looked at George, "You okay?"
George nodded and cocked his head in Mitchell's direction, "He had a lot more to drink than I did. I hate it when he's drunk, he gets all-", he stuck his tongue underneath his bottom lip and groaned, "-spazzy".
Mitchell snorted, "Huh, spazzy".
George sighed impatiently and got to his feet; he fumbled around on the sofa for a moment and then asked, "Have you seen my glasses?"
Annie shook her head and watched as George rolled his eyes at Mitchell. Annie turned to see the vampire wearing George's frameless glasses. They were upside down and slightly lopsided but Mitchell was trying to look studious with his lips pursed and his hand on his chin. George snatched them off his face, receiving a "Hey!" from Mitchell and then went up to bed, leaving ghost and vampire alone.
Mitchell sniffed and leaned back on the sofa, he patted the cushion next to him and Annie got up and sat beside him. She smiled and shook her head as she looked into his slightly glazed hazel eyes. He looked younger, more alive; there was even a little colour in his cheeks. Mitchell smiled widely and stuck out his chin like a happy child,
"Hmm, Annie-Wannie-Mannie-Pannie", he looped a curl of her hair around his finger and closed one eye, as though examining the piece of hair. Annie tugged it away from his grasp carefully and held his hands on his lap. Mitchell stared at their entwined hands for a moment and then, without warning, leaned in and kissed her.
Annie waited as Mitchell's cool lips caressed her own; they ran smoothly across them and lingered in all the right places, causing a kaleidoscope of emotions to run through her all at once. Part of her wanted to kiss him back, to hold him and feel his skin against her own. But the other part of her knew that he was drunk and not himself and so she closed her mouth tightly and pushed him back slightly.
He stopped and stared at her for a long moment before smiling giddily, "I lurve you, you little spooky ghost you".
Annie forced a smile and patted Mitchell's arm, "Okay".
Mitchell raised his eyebrows and made his eyes as wide as possible before continuing, "And I love Georgey Porgy and um… Goosey Lucy and…" he stopped and scrunched his eyes closed, "Nope, that's it".
"Right, okay", Annie helped Mitchell upstairs and took his shoes off before putting him to bed. He fell asleep straight away and Annie watched him for a while, wishing, for just a moment that she'd kissed him back, because in her mind she knew that that had been the only chance she would get.
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