The idea for this story was given to me by TheSingingGirl so the credit goes to her :) I just want to say thanks to TheSingingGirl for the great idea too! And sorry if I don't pull it off :)

It's set in episode 7 of series 2 when Annie meets dark Mitchell in the kitchen… enjoy!

Oh, btw, I've added Mitchell's thoughts too: Dark Mitchell is in italics and normal Mitchell is in bold.

Is that her? It must be. God she smells good. Good enough to eat. Here she comes. No, don't touch her, just stay here at the table and leave her alone…

Mitchell sat down at the table and rested his head firmly on the cool, wooden surface. His mind was swimming with desire and need and lust and Annie was the reason for it all. He knew the demon inside of him was returning, but he didn't care. It felt good to be letting it roam free. He felt powerful.

Annie entered the kitchen through the beaded curtain and smiled, "Hey", she said.

Mitchell looked up and cocked his head to one side, his dark hair falling in his eyes a little. Go on, speak. Talk to the dead thing. He stared into her eyes, "It's the ghost", he whispered.

Annie laughed uneasily and forced an awkward smile. She pointed over her shoulder with her thumb and tried to ignore the strange way the vampire was acting, "Did you have a friend stay over?"

Her skin, she smells like rain. Bite her, go on just take a sip. I bet ghosts taste like candy floss. So sweet, so… Don't think about it; think about something else, anything else, just not that. He straightened up and spoke with more force, like a predator,

"I kissed you once do you remember?"

Annie looked around the kitchen for a distraction and shuffled in her boots, she tried to remain incredulous, "Yeah, sort of".

Mitchell continued as though she hadn't spoken, his body swayed slightly in the chair, "You know sometimes I can hear you moving about in a different room and-", he got to his feet and slunk silently around the small table, like a snake waiting to devour it's prey, "I just think about your body. Under those clothes". Imagine it. Imagine touching her; imagine tearing those clothes off and pressing her skin against yours.

Mitchell sat back, resting on the edge of the table, "I think about your skin". That's it, get closer to her, take her, she's yours, she's always been yours. Now's your chance.

Annie was starting to feel a little scared; she'd never felt threatened by Mitchell before and she'd certainly never thought of him as a vampire, a predator or something that was capable of killing. She tried to laugh to ease the tension but it came out as a little yelp, "Mitchell stop it, shut up". Annie fidgeted with her cardigan and backed away slightly, feeling threatened by the wild look in the vampire's eyes.

Look, you've scared her. Boohoo the poor ghost, she's frightened. Good. No! I can't scare Annie, she's my friend, no, she's more than that, she's- She should be scared, you're a killer, it's what you do. Just move closer and take her!

Mitchell pushed away from the table and moved swiftly towards Annie, "Do you want to kiss me again?" He grabbed her arm tightly and Annie pulled back, scared. Mitchell leaned closer, "Do you want to kiss me?"

Annie spun quickly and darted out of the room, leaving Mitchell standing in the doorway to the kitchen. He heard George walk in through the front door and so turned back to the table.

You should have just taken her when you had the chance, before the dog came home. Why didn't you just fucking force yourself on her? She was begging for it! Mitchell sat down and ran his hands through his hair. He was desperately trying to force the evil inside of him beneath the surface but it kept rearing its head and taking control.

Annie pushed George through the beaded curtain and into the kitchen; Mitchell looked up and laughed, pointing at George,

"Oh no, not him again", Mitchell leaned back, continuing to point at George; "I thought you'd moved out! He's always fucking here!" No, not George. Don't be cruel to George.

George sighed, "Oh God. Are you drunk?" he stood at the end of the table with his arms limp at his sides whilst Annie moved back against the wall. George continued, "I hate it when you're drunk. Listen I need to tell you something important", he threw down the pile of envelopes he was carrying and sat down opposite Mitchell, "You'll probably want to have a wrestle", he made a weird shaking gesture with his hands, "But er, listen. I'm going to that place with Nina and the priest and Professor Jaggat".

Annie spoke up from behind George with a little more confidence than she'd had before, "And I'm going to go with him".

George rolled his eyes, "Yeah, so um-"

Mitchell looked away from George's face, "Good. Piss off 'cause I'm getting really sick of your dog hairs on my clothes". He leaned forward and looked into George's face with eyes as black as death. That's right. Let your true nature shine through, let it bleed into your every pore and frighten the dog away.

George looked confused. He leaned towards his friend and spoke with an aggravated tone, "Mitchell-", he stopped as he saw the colour of Mitchell's eyes, a deep, penetrating darkness that scared him to his core.

Stop it! Leave George alone, he hasn't done anything! He's my friend! Mitchell leaned back and the blackness faded from his eyes. His face seemed to crumble and, for a brief moment, the old Mitchell was in the room,

"George, get out of here now".

George frowned, "What's going on?"

Hurry! Get him out of here! Get them to safety! Mitchell's voice became panicked, scared, "Please just take my keys and get out!" Mitchell slammed his car keys on the table and George looked at him with terror stricken features,

"Mitchell, what's happened?"

You can't keep this up. Tear his throat out, go on. Rip his head from his shoulders and drink from his bleeding veins. Mitchell raised his voice above George's and the one in his own head, "George! Please", he was losing control, he could feel it.

"Just tell me what's going on!" George was starting to panic, he'd never seen Mitchell this crazed, this scared.

Hurt him, go on, and make his heart bleed! He needs protecting! I have to save him! Just give in to your desires, let the darkness engulf you. Mitchell hung his head as he tried to battle with the darkness in his veins but it was no use. He looked up at his friends with black eyes and a smile on his face, "It's all good Georgey. Its all good", he placed his cold hands on George's cheeks.

Feel his pain, devour it. They have to get out, now!

George took the keys from the table, keeping his eyes on the vampire the entire time, "Let's go".

Annie stepped forward, "No, no, no, no. Wait, wait".

"Come on Annie we have to go", George's voice was filled with sadness and regret; he knew they'd lost Mitchell.

Both Annie and George started to walk out of the kitchen when Mitchell called George's name.

No! Let them leave; you can follow them later and kill the dog. It'll be fun. No! It's not safe!

Mitchell continued, "You're my friend, right?"

George stopped in the doorway and turned to Mitchell with tears in his eyes, "Always".

"Whatever you are when you leave that place, stay out of the cities", No! Let him go to the cities! He'll see the death and the carnage! Mitchell struggled to talk through rasping breaths, "The cities won't be safe for much longer".

George backed away from his lost friend and he and Annie walked to the car.

Mitchell slammed his head against the table and pulled at his tousled hair. He felt numb inside, he didn't know what to do, how to cope with the torture inside of him. Easy, he thought, you kill.

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