Mitchell practically had to shove his way into the coroner's office, with Daisy so hot on his heels. Sure, he was willing to track down what the hell had happened, but she didn't need to be so fucking pushy - this really wasn't a massive conspiracy.

"Quinn?" he called. "We need to talk about something."

( Eric was content to stay in the background... )

( In which there is vampire paranoia aplenty, and Mitchell continues to avoid Fandom. )

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... )

( 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. )

( A Last Supper Of A Kind. )