One of God's children

At least Cara had been true to her word: all the vampires in Bristol had packed into the Old Church. The bad end of that was that all the vampires in Bristol were packed into the Old Church, turning the place into a loud, dirty hive of less-than-civilised vampires. It almost made Mitchell miss Sebastien.

He scraped his throat, and began to talk, except no one was listening. Or rather, they were; they just didn't give a crap. So he tried again, and wound up in the middle of an argument-- about lifestyle changes, and how much they were possible. That kind of thing.

Then the rest of them started in with the yelling and the belligerence and the complete fucking lack of perspective on just how crap their situation was.

Before Mitchell knew it, he'd pushed himself up onto the stage and put his big boy voice on.

"Do you people have any fucking idea who I am? My name is John Mitchell. And I've killed more people than you've met!"

There. Now they were listening.

( And so, hours later, in the dark, Mitchell dragged himself homeward to find he'd missed a house meeting. )

February was not shaping up to be a good month.

[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, and half-assed from taken from Being Human 2x03 ]]