One of God's children

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. ]]

The party was in full swing. Ivan's Twitter feed had done its work: as far as Mitchell could tell, every vampire in Bristol was here right now, chatting, sipping drinks, dancing to the music. He'd gone on a limb and invited Eric too, partly to avoid future questions, and partly to at least hang with the guy one more time before giving him the 'yeah, you've been a good mate, but I'm trying to get out of this scene' speech.

And, okay, partly because Mitchell was having epic jitters right around now. Should he go through with this? Of course he should - he'd promised Lucy. But was he going to do this right? What would be the best way to say it? Just play it all casual-like, or make some kind of big, grave, Herrick-like announcement--

No, not the Herrick path. That would be sort of defeating the point.

He sighed, took a wig of his beer, and stared out into the crowd. Right. He could do this.

( Eric lounged casually against a wall... )

[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, and preplayed with the awesome texted3times. Also: taken from Being Human 2x06. I'd say no vampires were harmed in the making of this post, but I'd be lying. To be continued... ]]