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Who: Mitchell and Annie
What: Mitchell comes home
When: Last Wednesday
Where: Their house
Rating: PG for talk of vampirey things and death
Status: Complete



It had been some time since Mitchell had been home. She was worried, but every time he said he was okay and that he was dealing with something, she worried a little less. Of course she was still worried. And she wasn’t exactly pleased that he was out with some other girl, but she understood that he thought he was putting her in danger. Clearly Annie had a thing for dangerous men. Sigh. She was curled up at home with a book and a bowl of cereal when she’d drifted off.

In the dream, she had come back through, but she was changed. Kemp was about to kill her friends, and he’d killed that girl. Annie had grabbed him by the throat and just shoved him through the door. The men with sticks and rope were not happy about that at all. That’s when she woke up. Great.

Mitchell had hated the fact that he’d had to stay away from Annie for so long, but he hadn’t wanted to risk hurting her. Mavis’ blood had taken the edge off, but it hadn’t really quenched his thirst. It hadn’t been until he’d meet with Dr. Magius that he found any sort of temporary fix that would actually work. He knew from the dreams that bagged blood didn’t work for his kind, but Magius had managed to magically create fresh blood. He’d been skeptical at first, but he’d tried it because if it meant he could go back to his own house and see Annie then he’d do anything. He didn’t know now the man had managed it, but the blood tasted just like it was fresh from the vein as opposed to bagged.

This meant that Mitchell could go home and they could still have the party on Friday and he’d worry less about hurting Annie. After thanking Mavis for putting up with him, he’d headed home, ringing the bell when he got there because he’d left in such a hurry the night he turned that he’d left his keys behind. Besides, he didn’t know if he’d need to be invited back in or not.

She was up, unable to sleep anymore. The whole thing had disturbed her. She had made a cup of tea, the kind that would make you sleep. Sitting on the couch, she was watching some late night crap when she heard the bell. Since she wasn't expecting anyone, she peeped out the hole and saw Mitchell.

Opening up the door, Annie blinked at him confusedly. "Do you not have your keys?" She asked, moving back to let him inside.

Mitchell shook his head, “I left so quickly the other night that I didn’t take them. Or my wallet.” As Annie moved aside, Mitchell’s eyes wandered over the door frame before he took a step forward, relieved to find out that he could enter without being invited in. The only explanation was that it was his house. As he stepped inside, he glanced towards the mirror in the foyer, not exactly surprised to see that he had no reflection; he’d noticed that the first night at Mavis’.

“I’m sorry.” He said after turning to face Annie once he was inside.

Oh. Annie nodded a bit. "Got it." She watched, figuring that he was waiting to see if he could enter. "It's your house, I'm pretty sure that means you can come in no matter what." She echoed the sentiment in his head and shut the door once he was inside. Well this was different and kind of creepy. She could deal though.

"You don't have to be sorry. It's not your fault, Mitchell."

He knew that changing hadn’t been his fault, but he could have come back sooner or he could have suggested she come over to Mavis’ where his friend could have made sure he didn’t hurt Annie, but he hadn’t done either of those and he felt horrible for making her wait around on her own to find out what was going on with him.

Instead of putting any of that into words, Mitchell simply stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him tightly. Actions always spoke louder than words and this was also a test to make sure that he could restrain himself.

Maybe he should have told her what was going on. Perhaps all of that was true, but she trusted him. And she knew that it wasn't his fault, she knew that. She couldn't blame him for the crap in their dreams. When she eventually turned into a ghost, she hoped he would be there for her.

She didn't hesitate to put her hands around him, holding onto him tightly. "I'm just glad that you're okay. You are okay, right? Well as okay as you can be."

Mitchell nodded, still holding her, “I think I’ll be alright.” He could hear her heartbeating in her chest and the blood in her veins, but he wasn’t tempted to bite her. “There’s a doctor who is also a wizard and he can simulate fresh blood.” He wasn’t going to tell her about the woman he’d killed when he’d left that night. Annie didn’t need to know that. “Mavis is still going to keep an eye on me at the party though.” It was one thing to be around just Annie, but at the party there would be a number of people there and Mitchell didn’t want to take any chances.

Annie rubbed his back a little. He was colder now. Not warm anymore. That was so weird. She didn't know how to handle it, but she would because they cared about each other. Here and in the dream. "Yeah? That's fantastic news. I'm so glad." She nodded a little. She didn't know how to feel about Mavis spending time with him. But she supposed it was better than dealing with someone who hit her. "Good." She nodded.

Mitchell too had noticed the drop in his body temperature. He wasn’t ice cold, but definitely not as warm as he’d been before this. “Hopefully as I have more dreams, I’ll gain the control I have in them,” Well the control he’d had before the clan had been killed. That had completely shattered his resolve and all he’d wanted was revenge. Of course part of that had also been Daisy’s influence. Mitchell definitely wasn’t telling Annie about Daisy. “Then I won’t need the blood at all.” He still didn’t understand how a vampire could live without blood, but he’d take it.

“I hope you do. Mostly I just hope these dreams stop.” Maybe then they’d go back to normal. Mitchell wouldn’t be a vampire, Nina wouldn’t be a werewolf and she wouldn’t be dead. Though she wasn’t sure things would suddenly go back to normal if they stopped having the dreams. “Yeah? No blood at all?” she didn’t know how that worked either, but she would trust his judgment. “Well whatever you have to do to be okay.” That was all she really wanted.

Mitchell wouldn’t mind if the dreams stopped, but he didn’t think it would change what they’d already done. He just hoped that Annie didn’t become a ghost. He wanted her to go on and have her career and if she became a ghost then she wouldn’t be able to do that and he didn’t think she’d be happy if hardly anyone could see her. She had more friends than just him and Nina and chances were they wouldn’t be able to see her, so for her sake he hoped she stayed very much alive. “I think we’ll be okay.” He gave her a weak smile, but he meant it then pressed a kiss to her lips. He’d missed her over the last few days and was glad to be home.

Deep down she didn’t think anything would change them back. Of course if the dreams stopped it would just be nice to have a peaceful night’s rest without worrying about people dying and the like. She didn’t want to be a ghost, not being able to touch anyone or be seen. She could talk to her boyfriend but that would be it. That would be awful. “I hope you’re right.” she smiled and kissed him back. “Did you have a dream about what I did to Kemp? Because you were there.. when he killed Lucy. And so were George and Nina.” Maybe she should talk to Nina about it.

Mitchell shook his head, “He killed Lucy?” He still didn’t know what part Lucy had, had in the death of the rest of the clan and he felt a pang of sadness hearing that she’d been killed. He might have been with Annie in the waking world, but he still felt some sort of connection to Lucy in the dreams. He hadn’t had any dreams since the Box Car 20 massacre. Deciding that they should get more comfortable if they were going to talk about dreams, Mitchell took Annie’s hand and led her into the living room where he took a seat on the couch and pulled her down next to him, “What happened?”

She nodded just barely. “Yeah. I’m sorry. You guys went somewhere to hide out for a while and.. honestly I don’t know what exactly happened because I wasn’t.. there.” She had been in purgatory, or whatever the hell she wanted to call it. Taking his hand, Annie followed him to the living room and then sat down next to him. “So after Kemp sent me into purgatory and through the door, there was a lot going on.. I’m not even sure how I did it. I opened a door back and when I came through, Lucy was on the ground, dead. I think Kemp stabbed her or something. But he was threatening Nina. So I grabbed him and dragged him through the door with me.”

As he listened to Annie, Mitchell’s mind started going a mile a minute, trying to fill in the blanks, but coming up with nothing. She was ahead of him again and he wouldn’t know what happened until he had the same dreams. Part of him hoped that he had them soon while another part didn’t want to have them at all. He didn’t want to see Lucy murdered or Nina being threatened and he certainly didn’t want to see Annie sucked into purgatory. “You did what you had to do. Couldn’t let him hurt Nina.” He pulled her close and kissed the top of her head, inhaling her scent and closing his eyes. A beat went by before he opened them again, fully in control of himself. This was going to be hard, but he was determined to keep control of himself and not hurt anyone he cared about.