To say that Mitchell was still a bit off after Kate had told him about his apparently impending demise was-- well, that was understating the matter severely. He was trying very hard to avoid broadcasting anything to anyone, but his mind had been racing, and he was planning to head back to Fandom to talk to Eric first thing Wednesday morning ( Read more... )

At least Cara had been true to her word: all the vampires in Bristol had packed into the Old Church. The bad end of that was that all the vampires in Bristol were packed into the Old Church, turning the place into a loud, dirty hive of less-than-civilised vampires. It almost made Mitchell miss Sebastien ( Read more... )

( Plans had to be made... ...so Mitchell went to talk to the doctor he had a rush on. )

( It was exactly twenty-two hours since Mitchell had called in the help of Jack and his vampire detective... )

And to think Mitchell had planned on coming back to Fandom from an incredibly strained holiday week to find some peace. And to think. There had been very little peace in him since that morning, when Kate had called him sounding like a bloody wreck. He'd hurried down here as fast as he could, and...

... nothing, apparently.

"Are you sure no one's ( Read more... )

Mitchell had had better bar nights with George along, that was for sure. The guy had been off all night, almost angry, and the silences between their conversations stretched long and awkwardly.

Mitchell hadn't been able to get back to the island for about a week now, and it was starting to eat at him, though not as much as Nina's silences did. ( Read more... )

( If you could only see the beast you've made of me/I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free. )

( 'Didn't expect to see you up and about so soon.' )

For about the hundredth time that week, Mitchell woke up in a bed. This time, though, it was the familiar, comfortable embrace of his own bed he was feeling, heavy blankets bunched up over his chest, and posters of old movie stars greeting him with their dazzling fake smiles. He blinked up at the ceiling, then relaxed ( Read more... )

Early that morning, George had offered to get Annie a taxi. "Oh, no need," she'd said, and vanished before his very eyes; supposedly, back to the house, to see if the Door was still there. Which left George sitting at Mitchell's bedside, fidgeting, and watching the nurses argue about the heart monitor ( Read more... )