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The rain pelting down outside matched Mitchell’s mood to a tee as he slunk out of the staff entrance of the hospital, pulling the neck of his leather jacket as far up as he could in order to provide some kind of meagre protection against the storm.
Despite the fact that he couldn’t – technically – catch a cold, the harsh wind still managed to send an unpleasant chill seeping through the vampire’s body, and his brows furrowed into a truly terrifying scowl as a shudder ran through him.
The streets were empty as he hurried home, and the dim, orange light from the street lamps set the puddles glowing like warning beacons in the dark.
As if on cue, his heightened senses picked up the sound of footsteps behind him. Being paranoid was all part of being a vampire, in Mitchell’s experience, but he quickened the pace of his steps nonetheless; only slowing after a few streets when he could feel the stranger drawing closer.
❝If you’re trying to follow me, you’re doing an awful job of it. ❞
