Love Bites

Chapter XVI

Mitchell and I ended up at a hotel, we were kissing on the bed. I just stopped and pushed him away, but he didn't listen and tried kissing me again. "Stop" I told him. "This feels wrong!" I exclaimed. I had obviously come back to my senses where as Mitchell hadn't.

"Ohl come on their just human lives, they mean nothing to us" He said sitting up with me and kissed my neck, all the victims faces and screams came back to me. I felt guilt ridden but I didn't understand why Mitchell didn't. I soon got up off the bed, grabbed my coat and went for a walk, I flinched every time a police car went tearing past me, I could smell burning and as I turned the corner I noticed that the funeral parlour was burnt down, well blown up.

I retreated back to the house where I rushed in and shut the door panting. "What's wrong?" George asked rushing down the stairs, I slipped down the door and just looked at him.

"Mitchells off the rails, I am back to normal now and the funeral parlours blown up" I answered. "Which means its going to take longer for Mitchell to recover" I said.

"Just don't tell him" Annie suggested.

"You do realise its going to be hard to hide it from him." I told her.

"I know" She answered.

"I better get back to the hotel before Mitchell gets suspicious" I replied, so I walked back to the hotel, I slid the key in and Mitchell was in the shower, and he walked out with just his jeans on, I shut the door and leaned against it, just staring at the floor.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing" I answered, trying to hide it from him. I walked to the bathroom and then leant against the bathroom sink and I stood in front of the mirror, of course I casted no reflection and neither did Mitchell so I didn't know he was behind me till I felt his arms around me, and he had pulled me into his chest, and I rested my head on his neck and my hands were resting on his. I kissed his neck and as he tensed his body I could feel his carved muscles were rock hard.

"Mitchell, please listen to me, I need you to switch your humanity back on. As I need you by my side more than ever" I told him.

"Why?" He growled his grip around my chest getting stronger and was beginning to constrict my chest and beginning to bruise my bones.

"Mitchell loosen your grip" I told him.

"Not until you tell me" He said, one of his hands had moved onto my neck  and he began to squeeze on my neck too.

"The funeral... parlour... has been destroyed" I replied.

"What?" He asked squeezing ever so harder on my throat.

"Someone has blown... up the... funeral parlour" I replied.

"How do you know?" He quizzed me.

"Because I saw it" I replied, Mitchell threw me onto the bed by my neck, and then pushed me down on to it.

"Who did it?" He asked.

"I don't know" I answered.

"Well I am going to hunt them down" He said, pulling on a shirt and then throwing his coat on and storming out of the hotel room and I knew I was going to have to stop him, and I also knew he was going to be using his scent to find the person and I would have to use mine to find him, but I was a little scared at the moment because I was worried he would kill me like he nearly did a minute ago, I wanted to curl up and cry but what would be the use in that. I needed to get to my motorcycle as it had my stakes under the seat, so I ran back to the house, bolted up the stairs I grabbed the crossbow which I slung around my torso with arrows in a quiver tied to my belt. If I had to kill him in order for him to stop I would.

So then marched down the stairs ignoring the questions from George and Annie, I mounted my motorcycle and I drove the streets trying to pick up Mitchells scent and once I did, it lead me to an abandoned warehouse where a chamber sat, the worst thing was I could smell blood, I entered the old warehouse pushing the creaking door open and feeling a little uneasy, it was dark, dank and drab, I saw two drained corpses in front of me.

"Ohl Mitchell" I cried.

I could hear something and then a thud like a body being dropped, so I loaded the crossbow and held it up in front of me, there stood Mitchell skulking out of the darkness to stand in front of me, he was covered in blood, all his clothing was crimson as was his face and hair, his eyes as black as night and I could see there was not a hint of recognition in his eyes. "If you're going to shoot me, shoot me you will have to live with the regret and guilt" He said to me. The crossbow began to quiver in my grip, my finger resting on the trigger and my gaze locked on Mitchell.

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