A Church, Bristol, Late Tuesday Afternoon

It was in all ways a beautiful church: sitting near the center of Bristol, hundreds of years old, a place that drew large quantities of parishoners every day. It had taken Mitchell time to find out where it was, exactly-- he hadn't precisely been searching based on aesthetics alone, either.

But he had found it.

Her church.

Lucy's church.

And he was going to get some ( answers. )

[[ NFB, NFI, and ooc-okay. Preplayed with the awesome nookiepowered, and taken from Being Human 2x08. We're in the home stretch now, woo. ]]

Center for the Study of Supernatural Activity, Bristol, Tuesday Evening

Once Mitchell had the name, the rest all fell into place. George had left him an emergency contact address a few days before Mitchell's... incident with the coroner and his resulting... dubious voicemails, which told him exactly where they needed to be.

When Eric arrived shortly after sundown, he and Bo were already set and ready to go.

He was going to find Lucy and get George and Annie the hell out of her claws. Beyond that, Mitchell hadn't exactly thought ahead: he was angry as hell, and as far as he was concerned, there was only one way to deal with it.

( Honestly, for a secret society, they had bloody awful security. )

[[ NFB, NFI, and OOC-okay. Preplayed with the fantastic texted3times and nookiepowered; taken from Being Human 2x08. Warning: minor NPC death. ]]

Center for the Study of Supernatural Activity, Bristol, Tuesday Evening

Bodies. Bodies and blood and flickering lights and no one to protect her.

( Lucy's entire being thrummed with terror. )

[[ NFB, NFI, OOC-okay. Takes place after this, and preplayed with the usual succubus-vampire suspects of awesome. Taken from Being Human 2x08, aaand we're done. ]]