|Ding, Dong, the Vampire King is Dead|
The thing about life as a human that Mitchell was realizing was that the bumps in the road turned out to be a whole lot more stressful from this end. Not that he hadn't had his fair share (less than, really) of heartache, stress and worry as a vampire back home. But through all that, every heartbreaking, earth-shattering, life-changing thing, the sort of event any normal human being would be broken by, there was the solemn, sometimes depressing, never particularly inspiring thought that he would live through it. He would survive and, one day, he would find new friends, new lovers. He would carry on through the changes that buffeted him and come out the other side to see nothing much changed after all.
But all he had to do these days was cut his finger while making lunch or look at himself in the mirror and remember. Mortality took its toll in little ways, and threatened in even larger ways. He was 25 for the first time in a century. Still young, but he didn't have all the time in the world. Things could catch up to him at any second, as that blasted bit of newspaper had shown him. If something happened here, it could very well be final. If Sookie got herself killed while battling Godzilla, it wasn't just another bump in the road. It wasn't just the start of another decade of mourning. Time was precious, and he had fucked around with it enough.
These sort of thoughts buzzed around his head nowadays and sent him scurrying down the boardwalk in the direction of Sookie's hut. He wasn't going to take a New Age-y, live life to the fullest turn or anything, but he had the time to spare coming out his ears. It was only right that he direct it to something important instead of trying to figure how to make a dartboard on the island.
He rapped on the door with a gloved hand and called, "Sook? You in?"
But all he had to do these days was cut his finger while making lunch or look at himself in the mirror and remember. Mortality took its toll in little ways, and threatened in even larger ways. He was 25 for the first time in a century. Still young, but he didn't have all the time in the world. Things could catch up to him at any second, as that blasted bit of newspaper had shown him. If something happened here, it could very well be final. If Sookie got herself killed while battling Godzilla, it wasn't just another bump in the road. It wasn't just the start of another decade of mourning. Time was precious, and he had fucked around with it enough.
These sort of thoughts buzzed around his head nowadays and sent him scurrying down the boardwalk in the direction of Sookie's hut. He wasn't going to take a New Age-y, live life to the fullest turn or anything, but he had the time to spare coming out his ears. It was only right that he direct it to something important instead of trying to figure how to make a dartboard on the island.
He rapped on the door with a gloved hand and called, "Sook? You in?"