mitchell had never been the best at admitting his feelings, and being turned only really intensified that inability. every one was that more acute, the rage, the hunger, the lust...the love. somewhere along the way of this foolhardy plan he’d hatched with george, mitchell had fallen in love with annie. lovesick to the point that he had slaughtered countless people just because he couldn’t face the overwhelming love that washed over him, especially once annie was dragged into limbo by the good speciest pastor fuck-face mctwat. but by some guardian angel or a helluva leap of self control, mitchell managed to rescue annie, to be the knight in shining armor that she deserved and now he was sat across her at the breakfast table in their new home, shitty ex-hotel honolulu heights, unsure of how he could break the news to someone he considered one of his best friends that he’d gone and mucked it all up by catching feelings. after all, who exactly wanted a vampire for a paramour? “i didn’t bring you back from limbo just to make me breakfast, annie. you deserve a higher purpose, a life--er, afterlife. whatever.”
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