Hello everyone.. I just wanted to say a huge thank you to all that have followed.. I am in love with Being Human.. I actually met Adain Turner here in Australia.. He is what you see is what you get and a lovely young man..

It had been a month since that bloody night. Mitchell and Bianca stayed holed up in his room watching TV side with something to eat, usually something sweet with a cup of tea in hand. Where ever either of them went, the other soon followed, neither noticing what was happening, Mitchell and Bianca were like each others shadows.

The day was a cold one where the chill would set in the bone and it was a feeling a person couldn't shake off. Outside there was a small drizzle settling across the surfaces. The skies dark and grey as the haze of rain stretched as far as the eye could see. The TV they were watching was absolutely tiny, Bianca was growing impatient with the crackling footage of the program they were watching. Her eye brows scrunched together and she huffed a little bit grouchy, folding her arms and getting up off the bed over Mitchell, himself grunting when her knee went into his thigh. "Ow" Mitchell rubbed his thigh in mock pain.

"Where you going?" he asked picking up the remote, turning the TV off and sitting up on the bed.

Bianca pulled her long dark brown hair into a messy bun on top of her head and bent down to her overnight bag, picking out her pink Puma jumper, pulled it on over her long sleeved top and skinny jeans. Looking around, she looked for black Vans under neath the bed.

"I am getting out of this house Mitchell, I really can't keep crashing in your bed room you know! What if you bring a girl home? I couldnt be here. We both need to get out... There is a big wide world out there. " she told him picking up her keys.

"A big wide world that has monsters in it" he pointed out getting up off the bed and pulling on his blue zip up jumper.

She looked up from packing her shoulder bag with a disbelief look on her face and raised eyes.

"Yeah well those monsters can go and jump. I am not living my life any more different. Besides I don't have to worry when I have you by my side"

Mitchell shook his head fondly, this was the fire he knew and adored, there was no point fighting it and so he accepted defeat.

"Fine... Let's go" he sighed getting, collecting his wallet and keys.

Together they headed for the door but Mitchell stopped her and put a scarf around her neck.

'Come on Mitchell... Really" she moaned pulling him outside and to her car, a small sport corolla. "I am not a porcelain doll"

Mitchell, paused with a pointed look on his face and finished tightening the scarf around Bianca.

"Dont care, I know what you are like with a cold, I am not putting up with that again. Where are we going anyway? The day is bloody miserable with this rain, wind and cold" Mitchell asked getting into the car.

Bianca rolled her eyes and looked at him sideways with a smirk on her face.

"You have your addiction... I have mine. We are stopping for coffee and breakfast" she joked turning to Mitchell with her eyes squinted, crinkles around her eyes with the small smirk.

"You really do have a sick sense of humour don't you? Joking to a vampire about addiction. You sick girl you..."

" Yeah, well I wouldn't be me if I wasn't and didn't have this particular sense of humour?" she laughed pulling up to a small coffee shop.

"No... No you certainly wouldn't be" he pointed out, amused.

But now we need to go and buy a TV or two. I am not watching Game of Thrones on that TV of yours"

Mitchell rolled his eyes and huffed "You only want a hi def TV for that Robb Stark and Jon Snow to get your perve on those too"

"But Mitchell... You know their names. Besides, you cant tell me you dont like the women on the show..."

He was caught out on that one. "You got me on that one... Because when ever they come on the screen nothing can take your eyes off them and you get all girly excited, sqealing their names. You even put your hands on your lips when they are in trouble and hide under your pillow"

Bianca hit Mitchell in the shoulder with her bony hands.

"Bloody hell Bianca... Those bony hands of yours! That hurt!" Mitchellcrying and pretending he was hurt.

Bianca looks at him, her arms crossed and scoffed at him, rolling her eyes.

"Mitchell... You are an immortal vampire. You will get over it"

Bianca was in her black adidas tights to her knees, a hot pink tank top and her rainbow coloured running shoes. The music was sounding softly in her ears when an uneasy feeeling set in. Reathing steady, she kept running, sneaking small looks behind her shoulder, then looking forward seeing someone on top of the hill. Bianca gasped as her breath caught in her throat, skidding across the loose dirt, branches and leaves. Putting her hands forward she stopped herself from hitting a large rock. Gingerly, she turned, Her hair falling out of his band, her cheeks red and hands scraped bloody.

"Hello poppet" the voice whispered standing on top of the hill.

The sun was in her eyes putting up her hand shielding her eyes from the sun. "Who the hell are you?" she called out to who ever it was.

Who ever it was just laughed and next thing Bianca saw was that he was gone.

"Shit..." Bianca whispered looking at her bruised and bloody knee, hissing in pain as she stood up. The muscles in her legs were losing the adrelaline and the lactic acid was settling in.

Bianca was slowly making her way back from the run and unsure what to make of the stranger, wandering who it could have been. She slowly dragged her feet as every step on the hard cement sent shocks of pain through her body. Her knee was weeping, dried caked blood started to crack dry and her hands were ceasing up. Looking up, Bianca saw George just about to walk in to the house.

"Hey George..." she puffed putting her hands up to shield her eyes from the sun.

"Hey Bee... What did you do to your knee? Its all scraped and bloody" He looked on in pity going to her, looking to her knee. "And your hands too? What the hell happened out there on your run today?" taking her hands in his, taking a closer look and pity in his eyes.

"Oh I was running along the park tracks, something spooked me and I fell to the ground but how was your ..." She began to say when Mitchell opened the door with a rather over active smile as he looked both at George and Bianca.

"George! Bianca" Excellent let me introduce you to everyone" Mitchell grabbed them both both the shoulder and pulled them inside.

"What?" Bianca asked shocked, rubbing her knee and looked around as they got to the lounge.

Looking around there were all sorts of strangers in her house. Neighbours from either side of the house and from all parts of the street. Shocked, she looked to Mitchell whom had too much of a grin on his face.

"Everyone, this is Bianca and George. Promise he doesnt bite. Well only on a full moon"

Bianca balked at Mitchell, shaking her head "I need to get a drink of water. Nice to meet you all"

Bianca half heartidly waved a good bye and hobbled in to the kitchen. What a day, sighing she pulling her hair in to a quick messy bun. The blood from her knee was now dried to her ankle mixing with the dirt, She went into the fridge, pulling out a beer and an ince pack from the freezer. Reaching down under neath the sink she got out the first aid kit.

Mitchell was standing by the kitchen door, looking at with her back turned to him.

"What are you doing Mitchell?" she asked without even looking back, picking out an ice pack, putting it on the bench with the saline solution, antiseptic, dressings and bandages.

"Being sociable Bianca. Trying to be a part of the neighbourhood. Bloody hell look at your knee" Concerned he pulled her up on the bench, taking the wet wash cloth and began to wipe away the dirt and grit. She hissed as the sting began to become painful, cleanching her teeth hard and groaning.

"Sorry" he muttered looking up to her. "Vampire hands".

"I know" she muttered grumpy at him and a hurt look came across his face. "I will live Mitchell... It isnt life threatening... I still have my leg"

"You have to be more careful!? He joked.

Gorge came in a flurry of fustration into the kitchen.

"What are these people doing in our house" he asked agitated shaking his head and putting his hands in the air.

"I have been thinking, about living in the house it was to participate in humanity. What have we done? A few trips down to the pub. It's is what being human is all about. This is what I chose"

Bianca look between the stand off between two, worried.

"You chose. How about the rest of us?" George taunted pointing his finger at Mitchell, turning to Bianca "Talk some sense in to this lunatic, Bianca"

"We all chose. We cant just dip our we must dive into the churn of humanity. Laugh with them and listen to their stories"

George looked back to the direction of all the people "About Vin Diesel?"

"I only ever saw Fast and Furious... But I got bored of all the machoness and men butting heads"

"But he was a remarkable man come to think of it" Mitchell admitted picking up a plate of biscuits.

"He wasn't exactly known for his acting skills that is for sure"

"A bit risky isnt it?" George muttered standing closer to Mitchell.

"What is more suspicious? Three shadowy neighbours who never come out or talk to anyone or three people that are friendly, welcmoming and chatty whose door is always open"

"I dont mean risky just for us" Goerge reffered looking in to the lounge and stepping back to Bianca and Mitchell.

"We should hide in plain sight. oStopped being ashamed and let the world in"

Mitchell grabbed a biscuit and walked back in the lunge.

Bianca sat back into the couch as much as she could away from Tully. Her arms crossed, with a sullened look on her face.

"I have been hitching around south for a while. Transforming in the country side. Anyway a couple o fmonths ago i find these clothes all folded neatly and in the forrest. I thought htis was odd. It was the day after the full moon and so my sense were still a little sharp because there was not mistaking that scent. So I spent the next couple of weks in the public library"

"What were you looking for?" Annie asked with wander in heer eyes.

"Animal attack. Anything like that?"

She got impatient, sitting forwarf calmly and collected "So wait" You can actually read? I am tired, sore and hungry guys. Excuse me for a moment"

"Sorry about Bianca..." Mitchell apologised.

'Nah it is no worry. She is a fiery Italian after all. I dated one a while back and she was a handful. Like a minx in bed too" Tully joked.

Bianca got up off her seat and stormed to the kitchen. She rummaged through the fridge and found her French Beaudeaux. She pulled down her glass and poured herself a glass. The wine swirled around in her glass as the sinking feeling of how bad Tully really was when Mitchel came in to the kitchen interupting her thoughts with George close behind.

"What the hell are you doing?" George asked Mitchell leaning over the fridge.

"What did you do now Mitchell?" Bianca asked massaging her temples.

"I have told you... We need to embrace humanity"

"But he isnt human" George cried.

"Oh no you didnt let him stay Mitchell... I seriously dont like him he gives me the creeps"

"In that case enither are any of us..." Mitchell teased.

"I am thinking of the girls. Annie is very vulnerable at the mometn and he was giving eyes to bianca the whole time. Tully has put them through alot of stress already. Bianca has already given him the Italian treatment"

"I swear he makes one more move on me he is going to get a horses head in his bed"

"I have changed my mind... The deal is off"

'I am with George on this one". Wait what deal?"

" I would let you meet you guys and in exchange he would teach me how to manage my condition"

"But that's great"

"Not it's not great it is here. It is bad enough I have to handle this once a month but arent I allowed to escape it"

"you get to hid 27 days iut of 28. I would say that is pretty good going from where I am standing"

"you know what this is you have forgotten to know what it is like to see your own reflection. To be face with yourself, to face what you are every day. The house is my way of coping. I am allowed to close that door and foret"

"I cant believe we are having this conversation. If someone was there to teach me to handle my condition. Jesus christ I would jump at the chance"

George shook his head, putting his hands up in the air and walked out of the kitchen. Bianca leaned against the bench staring at Mitchell. He felt uneasy under her watch, shifting on his feet. Here he was Big Bad John, the infamous vampirewas nervous by the young woman staring him down with sad eyes "Dont look at me like that Bianca... Please"

"I dont trust him Mitchell... There is something off about him, it just doesnt feel right" she pointed out.

"Let me guess it is one of your feelings that gives you this amazing sense of intuition?" Mitchell taunted, rolling his eyes.

Bianca, raised her eye brows, shocked by Mitchell's sudden rudeness towards her. She sighed, not wanting a fight with a person who was her closest, best friend. Gently, Bianca let her self slide off the bench preventing as much pain as possible. "Fine Mitchell... Have it your way okay, But I can tell you right now, I am not in the mood to fight with you. I am going up to my room" limping on her sore knee. The pain was a dull ache, she grimaced as the scrape begun to sting "Fuck"

Mitchell felt helpless,guilty and least of all wanted to hurt her feelings. He put down his beer and went to help Bianca. She pushed his arm away, glaring at him, a defeated look in her eyes and walked away with a limp.

He stood there for a moment, pondering with his thoughts watching her walk away in a limp, pondering his thoughts "Fuck" he muttered clenching his fist together, putting his hand through his hair and returning to the lounge room.

"Trouble in paradise?" Tully asked as Mitchell gave him his beer but then getting back up to go to Bianca. "Yeah, you could say that..." he muttered to himself.

"No one wants Bianca on their bad side. You know the saying hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Bianca is worse than that when you piss her off" Annie noted leaning into the couch with her arms crossed, gazing at Tully. "And at the moment Mitchell is in a place no oone wants to be"

Mitchell stood there, staring at her bedroom door. He could see every nook, every scratch on the closed door. The memories of Becca flooding back too him.

"Bianca, I am sorry. Come on you know I dont like this closed door thing... To tell the truth it scares the living out of me. And I am a vampire" It reminded him of the night Becca died, remembering Bianca covered in all that blood. "Please just let me in okay?" Standing there, holding a breath, leaning his head against the door and softly knocking.

Suddenly the door was opened and Bianca stood there with a passive look on her face. Her hair was falling loosely down over her face with a touch of dirt on her face, eyes held onto him stead fast but then sighing and limping aside to let Mitchell in. The room was almost all white with two tall windows. A huge queen sized bed with far too many pillows for just once person but that is the way she liked it. Her socks were laying across the floor and jumpers thrown on to her two seater chair ovver looking the street.

A large book case filled to the ceiling and adorned with photos of the four best friends. One of Bianca and Annie on their sun chairs. Their big sun hates on, poking their tongue out at the camera. Another of her and Goerge just washing the dishes and bubbles covering each other. But then there is the photo of her and Mitchell. Bianca had been baking that day, Mitchell had snuck in behind her and of course thinking he was funny, scared her. Being a day dreaming gypsy she is was in her own little world, screamed and hit Mitchell with the bag of flour and bowl of batter. He has batter all over himself and she has flour all over her. In photo captured Bianca trying to act angry looking up at Mitchell, who was smiling down at her. Mitchell was just as perplxed that his image was taken with her. He had a copy of his own in his wallet.

"Why do you think I can be seen in the photo?" he asked.

"One of the many mysteries of the freak that I am..." she muttered, looking down to her fingers but then putting on her smile.

There was a lush grey blanket over the end of her bed. He sat down on her bed, patting the bed beside him, wordlessly taking the antiseptic cream and bandages off her. Her injured hand just in a bandage now for suuport. "Bianca, you are not a freak! You really dont trust Tully do you?"

'No I dont... There is something about him that is just off and I dont like it. Just worried for George. I cant and will not let anything to happen to him or to any of you" she answered simply.

Bianca was looking into space and then Mitchell could see it then. She was an old soul.

"Always looking out for others" he muttered, sighing but then getting a better look at her graze. It covered her knee, bruised and weeping "This is a nasty graze Bianca... Must have been a hard fall" he muttered studying her knee, dabbing it with antiseptic cream with cotton ball.

"There was someone in the forrest Mitchell... They were following me"

Mitchell's head snapped up.

"I dont think it was a vampire... It didnt feel like one"

"But you are thinking it may have been Tully?" Mitchell asked.

"Maybe... But I did have my music up loud... So I dont know who it could have been... It might have been just a passer by. I dont know what the go is for me these days"

"What do your instincts say

"That it was something bad in that forrest today. Tully can not be trusted"

"Then I dont trust him... Now, I do believe we have quite a bit of that Game of Thrones show to catch up on"

Mitchell brewed his cup of tea, his paper in hand and walking into the lounge but seeing Tully in a barely there dressing gown, laying down across the ouch and scratching himself. Paused in slight shock and walked straight up to Bianca's room.

She had her heater on, nice warm grey tights with her Ugh boots and a big grey jumper. Looking straight ahead and taking his cup of tea and taking a sip and handng it back to him "Let me guess? Small dressing gown. Crotch length. An image that will forver be burnt into your retinas" she asked without looking away from the tv taking Mitchell's cup of tea and taking a sip. They both had their tea the same way, Nice and hot. Little milk and one sugar.

"It was the most disgusting thng I had ever seen and I am over a hundred years old"

"Think youself lucky... Atleast it it wasnt your gown. I am going to have to ritual sacrifice or something. That thing is nasty."

Bianca leant down pulling her blanket up over them. Mitchell leaning down into the back, putting his head down on to the pillow and putting his arm around her shoulder. Leaning to her bed side table she got her stash of buttered pop corn and a bar of chocolate.

Bianca was in the shower with her portable iPod. The warm water was a sense of relief from the cold from outside. As she got out of the shower, with soap stining her eyes, she saw Tully sitting on the toilet. She gasped, screaming as she pulled the shower curtain off the rails. Her iPod speaker went crashing to the ground.

"What the hell?" she screamed.

"Sorry, the music was really loud, but I guess you didn't hear me. Good to see you work out. Very good muscle definition, especially in the legs and behind."

"Oh my God." Bianca picked up her towel and ran straight into Mitchell. She tried wrapped the towel around herself properly, but she knew that he had to have seen her breasts from exposure. Bianca groaned with embarrassment, squeezing beside Mitchell and out of the bathroom.

Mitchell balked, averting his eyes and embarrassed seeing parts of Bianca's body he never thought he would see. Even when she left the bathroom, he pictured the curve of her breasts, the definition in her thighs and how her skin would feel under his touch. The towel had been really small, after all...

"What the hell are you doing? How could you not know Bianca was in here" his eyes flashed black with fury and then back to normal as he stepped forward to stand toe to toe with Tully.

"Well as it seems Bianca had her music up really loud. There is only one bathroom in this tiny house and I really needed to go to the toilet. Excuse me" Tully burped and moved passed Mitchell.

Mithell completely had changed his mind of Tully.. Tully had now gone a step to far and Mitchell was well pussed off. He closed the bathroom door just as a nasty smell wafted through and hit his nose. The matter angered him, fustrated and went to Bianca to console her. Politely, he knocked on the door waiting, standing, hoping there waiting for her to open the door.

"It's Mitchell... You can open the door"

Bianca opened the door, with a robe wrapped around her herself. Her hair was in a high bun, with wisps of hair falling from her face and cheeks red still from embarrased.

"You okay?" he asked, concerned about her. Walking into her room and closing the door from behind him.

"Apart from dying from embarrasment that the ever present Tully seeing me naked and how long he was in the bathroom. Then you seeing my ass and boobs, I am perfectly fine" she replied sitting down in front of her vanity, letting her hair out and brushing it.

"Better than me than Goerge. He wouldnt know how to cope with that, I reckon he would have had a heart attack."

Bianca laughed "And then he would have died of it"

"I dont want to leave you or Annie alone in the house while Tully is around... It isnt safe"

"Okay..."

"What? No fighting me, no having a go at me?"

"For once Mitchell I agree with you on this one... I dont trust him nor I feel safe with him"

Bianca quickly ran down the stairs after Mitchell, both wanting to rush out as soon as they can to get away from what was Tully. Mtchell was looking around the lounge when the doorbel rang.

"I will get it" she called, lookng back to hm wthout lookng to the door.

'Hello..." It was Lauren with dark shades on, looking around bored "Are you going to let me in?"

'Who is it,,," Mitchell with his back turned to the front door after finding his keys, turned to see Bianca stunned, taking a step back,

Lauren tilted her head, smirking at Bianca loving how she made her uncomfortable. "Oh you have to invite me in. That is such a mentle rule. Who made that up? I mean you know all about vampires dont you now. You even probably know even more than I do"

He gently pull Bianca behind him with a steadfast jaw. Bianca froze, a little nervous. He turned to her "Go up to your room. Lock the door. She cant get in there"

"Just go,,, I will be up soon. Dont open the door unless it is me"

She hesitated looking between the two but then walked up the stairs to her room, turning and locked her door behind her. Nervously, Bianca sat on her bed twiddling her fingers and waiting for Mitchell. But how long could she last? Could she wait for Mitchell?

He clenched his fists together and closed his eyes. But then there was a whisper "Mitchell? Are you okay"

He just stood there with his eyes brimmed with tears, looking at her. Her big green eyes filled with fear. Bianca smiled softly at him, feeling empathy for the terror he must be feeling. She did what ever a person would do, walked up to him, gave him a hug.

"I am here... Always will be"

Bianca, Mitchell and Annie were sitting out on the front steps of the house. Bianca had her hair in to long plaits with pink ribbon that Annie had interwined and bows at the end of it. Both girls has been laughing and giggling, then they spotted Mitchell and hence forth chased hin around the house. Bianca had his hat tilted backwards on her head, whisps of hair falling over her eyes and fingerless gloves that near on fell over her fingers. Mitchell had grown sick and tired of her complaining and moaning about her own gloves, so he chucked her his. Annie and Bianca had their cup of teas and were sitting and laughing.

"Seriously, you can give me that Robb Stark any day... Those big blue eyes..." Aniie sighed with a day dream look on his face.

'See Annie, you have it wrong there. You have to take a look at Jon Snow. Now those eyes are all puppy dog like and make you melt at the knees. The hair!"

Annie cocked on eye brow peeking from the side of her eyes with smirk on her face. Mitchell screwed up his face and pretended to be angry at her. George then came out of the door, grunting because they were allin the way, Bianca got up of her seat and gave him a firty look. "Right there George? All you had to do was say please you know"

"Oh George you know the isolation room you used to transform in?"

"Yeah they are using it as a site office for the building work" George replied leaning against the brick wall, scoffing at Mitchell.

"Health and safety said it was unsuitable and too remote. No windows. The site office manager would burst into tears each time he went down there" Mitchell joked taking a puff of his smoke and a big smile across his face.

'So?" George wandered, pressing his eyes together and shaking his head.

"So after next week you can go and use it again to transform again"

"Oh I dont know... I think I am better of curl up in the lap of mother nature"

"Alright..." Mitchell replied but then realised what George actually said. "What?"

"I thought you said changing out in the open was dangerous?" Annie told him keeping her cup of tea in her hands.

"Yeah George..."

"Dont try and understand Goerge..."

"Goerge who?" Annie asked confused her eue brows pressed down.

'Oh dear god..."

"Me..."

"So Carol from number 12 is going to lend us Casablanca"

"Why?"

"I am only in it"

"Get out!"

"Oh wow. We thought we first had a star with Rob Pattinson in Twilight but we actually had Mitchell in Casablanca"

"Ha ha very funny... But I am just an extra in the bar. You cant actually see me but I do knock over a chair at some point and you see that!"

"I cant believe you were in Casablanca. How di dyou score that?" Annie asked excited.

"I know people. I can move and shake"

"I can think of a better way to spend a night than watch you knock over a chair 60 years ago" George snickered and laughed at Mitchell.

"You have changed your mood. You used to love old movies"

"Goerge is as Goerge does"

"Did you really just say that? Did you actually say those words"

"Oh god you are Tully's mini me"

George raised his eye brows, scoffed at Bianca, began walking away "Like you and Bianca can talk... Look at her! She hast Mitchells hat an gloves on. Now that is Mitchells mini me... Saving her are you? For an emergency if one day you fall off the band wagon"

Bianca was in the kitchen humming to herself happily. Her hair hung in messy waves to half way down her back. Wearing white cotton pyjamas with a matching long sleeve top and a long loose grey cardigan. Bianca's skin began to crawl, turned around to see Tully standing there leaning against the kitchen wall. Bianca leaned back to the sink, trying to feel for the rolling pin she had washed up.

"Hello again, We havent had a moment to sit back, talk together and get to know each other. But then again it seems to appear you and Mitchell are always not far from each other. You both are like each others shadow, where you move he moves" Tully said.

"Mitchell watches over me. He likes to keep the bad people away" Bianca told him.

Tully steps towards her "You know what, I think this is the first time I have seen you out of your gym or work clothes. I must say it is a nice change. Your long brown hair looks a treat all messed up like that" Tully rubs her arm.

"Suggest you step back Tully..." Bianca takes her arm away from him and looks around for either George or Mitchell by force of habit. No one was around and worry filled.

"Mitchell isnt here... he is out doing groceries" Tully informed her stepping even closer into her comfort zone.

"What do you want?" Bianca asked trying to ack away slowly but hit the fridge door.

"Company. Kinds Words. Respect. But what i do have is a hybrid of sorts that is giving me mixed signals..." he taunted getting in close, so close she could smell cofee and bacon from his breath."Wander what you would be like? To fuck? I bet you might even be a virgin. Then again look at how many nights you and Mitchell spend together, supposedly watching tv but inreality doing god knows what..." he taunted, licking his lips and looking her over.

"I suggest you step away" her voice wavering, breath deep.

"Or what? Your little guardian vampire will rip my throat out with those fangs of his. News honey, John Mitchell isnt here. I think it is about time we both go upstairs and have some fun of our own... It is time for you to know what is is like having sex with a wolf rather than a vampire"

Tully leans in for a kiss when Bianca just vanishes.

Bianca opens her eyes, an uneasy feeling settling in to her stomach. Closing her eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to get her balance, taking out the tangled leaves and dort from her hair.. Opening her eyes, looking around, she was in the forrest, the same spot where her and Mitchell had once gone vamping. "What the...?" she thought out loud.

Her senses were heightened, a buzz, all overwhelming for her mind, body. What the hell happened. Tears were in her eyes, a horrible feeling of being alone. Bianca ran until getting to what seemed like a murder scene. Bianca wrapped her jacket around herself feeling the chill and then recognising the short red hair of a woman, it was Lauren... Herrick pulled her away and was having stern words with her. He got her out of the crime scene, turned and saw Bianca there.

"Tick tock tick tock..." he muttered with his eyes black.

Bianca slowly backed away and just ran till her muscles to take no more. She found a small alley way, tucked herself beside a rubbish bin keeping an eye on the alley way.

Mitchell had just come home from the shopping after a long day at work. He walked inside but was taken lights were off and the heater wasnt on. Bianca always had the heater on when it even got slightly frosty outside. Annie came running down the stairs and crashing into Mitchell.

"woah what happened annie" he asked.

She was looking around in a panic, tears stained her face. " Its Bianca, i dont know what happened. One minute she was here just doing the dishes. I came down stairs and I found the sink over flowing. She was here I know it. I heard a commotion between her and Tully and I came downstairs and it was all like this. Bianca has been gone for hours . It just doesnt feel right Mitchell." Annie cried going into for a hug. "You have to go out and find her, Please!" she pleaded.

"It is okay Annie. I will go out, find Bianca and bring her home, okay? Don't worry, it will e all alright"

Mitchell was driving around like a maniac, his breathing hard and hands tightly against steering wheel. He stopped his car and got out looking though the bars and night life.

"Fuck" he yelled pacing around, running his hands through his hair. "Where the hell are you Bianca?" he whispered looking around the streets he turned and ran back to his car.

She was trudging home, her foot sore and tired against the rough cement. Bianca wrapped herself with her cardigan as an icy wind blew through the streets, she pulled her cardigan over her hands and tight around her neck. Looking up, Bianca saw she was in front of the pink house. Looking at her watch, it was 9 at night and had been gone all day. The weight of the day was taking its toll on her, she went to open the door but it was locked. Bianca knocked on the door, hearing someone running, the door was swung open to have a strung out looking Mitchell behind it. His hair was all over the place after a whole day of running his hands through it all day "Where the hell have you been?" he demanded

Bianca pushed her way through the door but was grabbed on the arm by crept through her, she winced away from touch, whimoering "Do not touch me Mitchell" She growled pushing Mitchell away. He stood there, taken aback by her anger.

"Please, dont touch me okay. I... I...".

n out for hours looking for you? Where were you?" he asked again in a softer tone and walked to her, now worried.

She looked to the ground, tears began to form in her eyes as the fear of the unknown set it.

"I don't know! I was here in the kitchen, Tully cornered me, grabbed my arm and tried to kiss me and the next minute I was out in the streets having no idea where I was. All I know is" she paused, her breath catching, sniffing and looking to Mitchell "I lost control somehow and that scares the hell out of me. What if there is a part of me that is so horrible."

Bianca was standing there, sniffing, pulling down her sleeves over her hands wiping away her tears. Mitchell's face softened, he walked to Bianca and put his arms around her.

"You dont know that okay. But you already know I will always be here for you, no matter what" he whispered in to her ear. " I am going to get rid of Tully. He isnt going to hurt or scare anyone else. He is no longer welcomed in our home".

Tully opened the front door, happily whistling as his hat came flying to his face.

"Time to go..." Mitchell told him with a menacing look.

"I thought my ears were burning...Well what if I dont want to go? What if I like it here, I mean there is so much on offer and to enjoy" he implied, looking past Mitchell and to the girls.

Mitchell stood protectively in front of the girls.

"You dont have a choice in the matter. You, Tully, are leaving right now. So get what ever the hell you own and get going"

Tully stood there, snirking and weighing up his chance. He didnt want to go anywhhere "'Goerge got a say in this?'

"I will talk to him"

"Do..." Tully smirked [utting on his hat and going to sit down on the couch when George walked in the door.

"Whats going on?" Goerge asked perplexed looking around at the stand off.

"Tully is leaving" Mitchell growled pointing at him and then to Tully.

"What? Why?" he asked, looking around in a panic/

"I wish I could tell you mate"

"I know it was my suggestion but it was going to be only a day or so. But has been weeks..."

"He frighten me.. He attacked Bianca for gods sake" Annie cried,

"Not to mention he is creepy... That ass hole made a move on me"

"Yeah I was building to that"

'Creepy? Bianca, you are a freak and are god knows what, Annie is dead and Mitchell is a vampire"

"He stinks out the bathroom. Tully even went in therre when Bianca was in the shower. The fridge is always now empty and we have no food to eat ourselves"

'Well that is hospitality"

"he has upset the girls and he is pissing off the neighbours. He is a twat"

'Well he is my twat"

"I expect that sounded better in your head?"

"What I was meant to say was he is my friend..."

'So what the hell are we?"

"I dont know Mitchell... I really dont"

"I dont want to cause any trouble"

"Stay where you are"

"Why arent you helping me? But more willing to lend a hand for Bianca. Why is it Tully helping me."

'You can barely admit you have a condition. Atleast Bianca has the decency to try and do what she can"

"Why is it Tully teaching me how to talk to women?"

'talk to women? What are you 12?"

"Do you know the difference between you and him"

"Oooh I dont know I dont have to shave my palms?"

"That is racist?"

"Oh shut up.

"he wants me to be myself, he wants me to be strong and independent"

"Turning you into his clone doesnt make you strong and independent"

'Well I know you know about turning people into monsters. I mean isnt that why you never leave Bianca's side. The nights where you go to her room and you both supposedly watch TV. You are turning her into a monster and saving her for when you fall off the no human blood band wagon!"

"He pretty much assulted Bianca and harrased Annie..."

'Oh and I bet they loved it"

Bianca breathed hard in and took a long hard punch into Goerge's jaw. There was a crack, Bianca hissed in pain, clutching her hand to her stomach. "What happened to you Goerge?"

"He stays... My choice..." Goerge told her pointing his finger at her.

Bianca breaths were steady. "Then I go..." she answered and left the room.

Mitchell stood theree with a disgusted look on his face. It was beginning to feel it was all fall apart. Annie vanished away. Mitchell stood there not wanting to believe what he just saw or heard, Bianca cant leave. Not knowing what else to do he walked up stairs to Bianca, holding some form of hope to get her to stay. Her door was just ajar. Mitchell stopped, he smiled; Bianca had kept the door open for him, she knew he would come. Leaned against the door seeing he saw her on the floor and gingerly unwrapping the bandage on her hand.

"I think I broke my hand..." she moaned, sniffing and wiping her sleeves across her nose.

"Well you did kind of punched a were wolf in the face... But I have to ask, where did you learn to punch like that? I mean it was like it was off Buffy or something Supernatural like that"

Her chest heaved in and out, biting her lip. "It feels like we are losing him... It feels like everything is falling apart. You three are all I have Mitchell right now and I cant lose any of you. I dont know what I would without you all"

"Oh no..." he cooed walking to her , sitting down beside her and soothinly rubbing her hand.

"Things shift, change. Like those snow things..."

'smow storms..."

'No... so big and made of glass?"

'They are called snow storms Mitchell" she laughed.

"right them. Well you shake them it is all made and then it all settles. That is what time is like"

"Nothing phases you Mitchell... You dont get scared do you?"

"I wish that were true... I was today with you... Cant remember the last time I was scared. When I came home and Anniw said you had disappeared I actually believe my heart jumped a beat or to. Then when I am out in the cold and rain out there, not knowing where you were or if anything had happened to you

"

She slipped down from her bed cradling her hand which was swollen and bruised beyond normal. He took her hand and examined it. "You have broken your hand,,,"

"I have to be honest with you Mitchell... It wasnt Annie who helped me get away from Tully. I did it and I dont know how... And that scares the hell out of me. How can I deal with something like this and not know what the hell I am. What if I am the mosnter George was talking about..." she muttered, fiddling with her cardgian.

Mitchell put his arm around her shoulder "You arent a monster Bianca... You could never be one."

Bianca turned her head just as Mitchell went to kiss her cheek and their lips touched.

"Oh .. sorry I was..." Bianca laughed.

'Easy?"

Bianca slapped him with her good hand.

"I was going for your cheek'

"come on... We had better get yoou to the hospital and get that hand casted. I know it is atleast fractured"

Bianca was sitting down on the hard hispotal with her hand layed down straight on a pillow. Her eyes drooping, wisps of hair fell over her face. Mitchell tenderly tucked them behind her ears, giing her a smile. The pain was starting to get beyond a dull ache and was becoming sharp, stabbing pains. She grimaced slightly as a jolt of pain shot through her hand and up to her shoulder. Mitchell turned, leaning down to her, putting his arm around her and giving her a small kiss to the side of her head. "Well be home soon I promise" he muttered just as Nina walked in with Bianca's records in hand, with an empathatic look on her face.

"How exactly did you break your hand Bianca?" Nina asked.

"I guess the past month got to me in the end. Everything was building up in my mind and I guess I was scared I couldnt cope. I was worried I would lose control with it all again. It all got to much so I just punched the nearest wall. The end result breaking the hand I sprained not that long ago" she admitted.

Mitchell was confused, he looked at her and tried to make sense of it all.

"You punched a wall. You should talk to someone again Bianca. Just to make sure of course that every thing is okay. We all want is best for your health and well being" Nina told her.

Mitchell had to blink and he stared down at her. What was she hiding? A sense of protective came over him. All this time Bianca was struggling with her own inner demons whilst in the mean time dealing with all that was Mitchell, Goerge and Annie.

"I can ask Mitchell to leave so we can discuss this further in private?" Nina asked looking between Bianca and Mitchell who stood as close as he could to Bianca, not wanting to leave her side.

"No he can stay... I mean we all have our demons and it is about time Mitchell knew mine that I have been trying to hide all of this time"

Nina raised her eye brows, sighed looking at Bianca and got her files out.

"When you were 8 years old you were at home asleep but then heard a noise. Going down, you saw your parents on the floor covered in blood, with a man standing over them. You went years of spych help and mental hospital visits. I think you should see someone for a few appointments to make sure there is no relapse"

"Of course..." she whispered.

"I will make a few appoinments for you and will get in touch with you. In the mean time you have the morphene in your system and have the prescibed pain killers to help you with the pain once the morphene wears off because it wont be good"

"Thank you..."

Bianca got up off the bed not being able to look and feeling terrible for hiding/ she sniffed, wiping her nose as the tears began to fall down her face. Mitchell wordlessly took his jacket off himself, tenderly putting it around her shoulders making she warm and safe. He carefully put his arm around her and together they walked out of the hospital. In the car they sat in silent and she looked at her hands without looking at Mitchell.

"I am sorry" her skin damp, her hair a mess and tears stung her face. "I am sorry for lying to you" she whispered sniffing, letting the tears fall freely down her face and feeling the loss "For not say anything. I promise I will leave as soon as I get home... you wont ever have to see me again"

Bianca took a deep, shuddered breath and looked up to Mitchell. He just had a frown on his face, shaking his head and looked ahead out of the car window.

"You arent going anywhere... Not on my watch"

'What?" Bianca looked up suddenly her hands, looking at Mitchell with her red rimmed eyes.

"We all have our demons Bianca. Jesus christ you think you are bad then what the hell am I then? I am not going to let you go anywhere. What is the world coming to when a person like you doesnt deserve all of the help she deserves"

"You dont think I am crazy do you?"

"No... A little obsessed over Game of Thrones but that is just about it. Lets get home. I do believe there is a few more episodes to watch and ice cream in the freezer. "Come on... Lets go home where we all belong"

Goerge walked picked the keys out of his pocket, tired and feeling absolutely horrible. He opened the door, walked in kicking a disk, leaning down he picked it up, it had Casablanca on it. Bianca walked in, wearing one of Mitchell's old Adidas hoody jumpers, it hung over her moon cast. Goerge walked to Bianca and pulled her into a hug.

"I am so sorry. I really am so sorry. But do me a favour please, dont move out. God knows how this house would be without its little ray of sunshine in it" he laughed, trying to feel hopeful.

Mitchell walked in soon behind "Just imagine the silence though George. No laughing, well i should say no cackling and we could actually wear our own clothes without Bianca stealing them"

"It's okay... I know you really didnt mean any of it" she whispered rubbing his back and stepping away. "Where's Tully?" she asked tired.

"Tully is gone for good and he will not bother any of you again, I will make sure of that. I dont know what has been happening lately with me. Just seems I am always coming home to a mess and apologising for it" George admitted, a lop sided smile, fidcracting himself and fiddling with his glasses.

"You are forgiven Goerge. Oh and just so you know if this ever happens again i will personally beat you to a pulp"

He smiled knowing Bianca all to well, rubbing her arms and a quick kiss to the cheek. "Oh dont i know it Bee"

"How on earth did you get off that easy? She still hasnt forgiven me for calling that Jon Snow guy a little fairy"

Bianca hit Mitchell in the chest.

'Whats thats there?" Bianca asked with a smile

"I dont know I kicked it as I walked in but I assume it is Mitchell knocking over a chair in Casablanca"

Bianca jumped up and down "Ohh...Cool I am going to pop it on"

"Hello I am George and I am a were wolf"

"Hello George"

"Just a warning if Mitchell goes to give you a hug he will kiss you or he will perve on you naked in the shower" Bianca teased with her tongue poking out as she walked to Annie.

"You little devil" Mitchell growled putting his arms up in the aie. "Just ignore her it is probably the pain killers and morphene" he called out looking in to the lounge pointedly at Bianca.

George stepped closer to Mitchell, leaning into him and whispering "Maybe I should sneak away more often you might actually make a move on a decent girl and not something that just crawled out of a pub with her under wear down to her ankles"

Mitchell nodded solemnly and turned to George.

"Tell me something Goerge... Would you ask her out on a date?"

"A girl like her? God I have no chance, but you do. There is sp,ething about her, something special Atleast you could handle Bianca, I know I couldnt. She has so much good spirit. You would be able to take her punches, my jaw is aching like hell"

'Yeah, she has those little bony knuckles that get you a like a bitch. Try getting them in your leg. Then she does the bolt and you can never catch her"

"I am happy Bianca is staying. I dont think the house would be the same without her. It wouldnt be the same..."

"I dont think any of us would be the same without her"

Annie and Bianca were sitting on their bean bags, ready to watch Casablanca. Mitchell and George sat down behind them.

'Did you and Mitchell really kiss?" Annie asked with a sly smile on her face.

Mitchell rolled his eyes "Bianca would know if I really wanted to kiss her"

"And I feel sorry for the girls you have..." she muttered back, her eyes pressed looking at the tv screen. To the others he was talking to someone, invisible to their eyes but to Bianca she saw everything.

"What the hell is this?" George groaned leaning on his had.

Something inside Mitchell knew something was wrong. He couldnt keep his eyes off the screen.

"He is talking to Lauren. Their image cant be caught in camera. But somehow I can see it

The unknown man stripped down, naked, getting on the bed. Annie screwed up her face shielding her face. "Oh my god... Is he having sex?"

"Turn it off girls"

The unknown man started to wail his arms about , then he went slightly limp but was still moving.

"Someone has issues... Is he alright?'

His body then went limp, hanging there but then thrown on to the bed.

"He is dead..." Mitchell muttered his eyes not blinking.

"No. No look he is moving" George pointed out

"No... She is feeding from him" Bianca whispered getting up from her feet. "I can see her"

"Who would send you such a thing?"

"It was Lauren... She was smirking the whole time and knew we would be watching"

"I have seen these videos before. Vampire record their kill and then pass it on"

"So what... Is it like porn?"

So someone finds this sexy? Why do they do it?"

'Same reason everyone does porn... But this is different. This personal. It is to remind what i did to her'

"To show what you are missing. To bring you back"

Mitchell was sitting down beside the door, geting up from the floor he looked out of the window of all the passer bys. Who was he kidding himself and went to the kitchen, going through the bin picking out the dvd "You can check in but never check out" ut then something else caught his eye, it was a white bottle in the name is Bianca Rossi. She was taking medication... Personality supressants... He picked it up and went to her room. There she was with a bottle of wine sitting beside her window watching the outside. "Its empty Bianca... Dated today? Did you take them all?"

"Yep... Didnt do a damn thing. There isnt too much than can supress it. Seems only suppress it, to calm it. I dont know how but each day it is getting stronger and stronger. But one thing for sure that I am scared to death"