Big Bad John

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Confusion warred with a desire to continue being kissed by Mitchell.  Anna unconsciously licked her lips, an action allowing her to savor the taste of him even after the kiss had ended.  She trembled in his arms, scared and excited at the same time.  This had to be wrong.  It was forbidden for good reason.  She knew that reason now for herself.  It was against the rules because you could get lost in it.  An angel could forget her purpose, her duties and maybe even her loyalties.

She whimpered when his teeth glided over her lower lip.  Resting her forehead against his own, she shivered.  It was different than the trembling.  It was a new feeling.  One fueled by desire for more, but little knowledge of what more meant other than seeing sex between humans. She had never felt it.  Angels had emotions, but so few things they did elicited them on a personal level.  This was so personal that intimate was barely able to describe it.

Her arms slipped underneath his suit jacket, and she hugged him.  It was different than hugging a charge for comfort.  She did it for herself solely; to enjoy having her arms around him.  That he didn’t criticize her obvious newness to kissing thus was a relief.  She was sure he had guessed.  The way he had gentled the kiss and shown her what to do had made her weaker in the knees.  She hugged him tighter at the thought.  "You’re amazing," she returned the compliment softly.

She turned her head slightly, the souls of alive and exploring humans invading her mind.  Her temple was warm against Mitchell’s cool forehead, and she turned back to him, not breaking the contact.  "Our oasis has been invaded," she said lightly.

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Maybe he was tempting fate, or just being entirely too forward, but as Anna looked back to him he dipped down. Burying his face between her hair and neck to kiss her again. His lips were cold, lingering against her pulse, but he smiled when the desire to bite her didn't rise,

"We should find somewhere else," that suggestion hadn't been entirely thought through, but it was what he wanted. Anna's inexperience when it came to kissing, although obvious to him, didn't necessarily mean she was bad at it. But he had to be careful. He had a tendency to get carried away -- even if that need for blood wasn't there yet -- and when coupled with her newness it could lead to potential disaster, "Somewhere more private."

He was pushing it. He was definitely pushing it. But she was hugging him, and she hadn't pulled away from the kiss like he thought she might do. She'd actually kissed him back, and that had to mean something, didn't it? There couldn't be anything wrong in just wanting some peace away from the other sightseers in Paris.

"If you like," he added quickly as he leaned back to meet her eyes. If she really hadn't done anything like that before, he wouldn't push her, and it wasn't his intention to make her nervous. But the offer was there if she was willing. "It's a big city. It shouldn't be too hard to find somewhere quieter."

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"Hey now, that sounds like a customer service complaint," she teased.  Anna knew Mitchell would have questions if he ever found out who and what she was, but that his first thought was to ask if she knew what he was surprised her.  "What’s wrong with what you are?" she asked in seriousness.  "Being a vampire isn’t the end of the world, you know.  There are worse things.  Archangels comes to mind immediately," she informed him easily.

"I’m a soldier.  I have limits on what I can and cannot do.  Free Will, orders, and Host politics keep me from doing more.  You chose your fellow soldiers that day."  Anna neared Mitchell slowly, her footfalls silent even over the crunchy leaves that carpeted the woods.  "Do you understand?" she wondered with a wince.  "I want you to understand we did our best.  Make peace with your decision."  She knew she was asking a lot, but that was what had bothered her for almost a century.  Mitchell’s guilt and self-hatred were misplaced in her eyes.

"I’ve wanted to stop Herrick often.  Like in Paris, for example."  There.  She had brought up what she knew must be on his mind.  How she had come to be in Paris.  "I was there on orders for the young woman.  I didn’t know you’d be there.  I had no idea I’d be seeing Herrick yet again, and be powerless to stop him. Yet again." Regret tinged Anna’s voice, her footfalls stopping a few feet from Mitchell.  "But seeing you again…."  She lifted her gaze to his, searching his darker eyes for a long moment.  "I’ve never met anyone like you."

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Mitchell understood, to an extent. He understood the need for a soldier to follow orders, and to be powerless in situations where you felt you should do more. Could do more. But he couldn't make peace with it. He'd made his decision to save the lives of his men; men who ended up dying anyway. Arthur and hundreds more after him had died because of that decision. How could he possibly make peace with that when there was so much death?

"You don't know what I've done since," he argued weakly, quietly, because he didn't want to admit it to her. He didn't even want to admit it to himself. It was just something he felt had to be said after catching the way she looked at him; as if she expected more than what was there. But he didn't look away. He held the angel's gaze and even found himself slowly taking his own short steps towards her, until they were standing so close that another step forward would press their chests together.

"I don't know where Herrick is now. He probably headed back to England after--" that didn't matter. Out of everything Anna had said, Herrick seemed to be the least important thing, "Do you know what happened?" No, Mitchell quickly realised, that didn't matter either. It didn't even matter that Anna knew what had happened to the girl in Paris. He was skirting around the really important parts, because he was at a complete loss for words. He wasn't sure if he should be overjoyed with seeing her again, or scared that who he was now would let her down.

So he cleared his throat, attempted a smile that was just enough to show how genuine his next comment was, and started again with the truth, "I'm really glad you're here. It's great to see you again."

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Brief smile or not, it was still a smile that was more genuine than many of the ones Mitchell would grace others with daily.  A light lit Anna’s eyes, amused at what the vampire had said.  She thought differently, however.   “Ninety-seven years ago today, you believed in what I am."

Hands in her pockets again, Anna leaned back on a hip, at ease in these woods.  The horror of what had happened had dissipated with the appearance of Mitchell.  He would have long been dead if he had made any other choice that fateful day.  Perhaps it was wrong, but Anna was glad he had chosen his path.  It was a crooked path, fraught with pain and misery, but it was a path that she could cross.

"In fact," she continued, “you prayed for my help.  Well, not me in particular, but I am who you got," she grimaced.  "No customer service complaints though. We did our best that day, no matter what you may think."  Her eyes sought his out as she revealed what she had been hinting at, “I’m an angel."

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An angel, Mitchell repeated in his head whilst he unabashedly looked her up and down. That certainly hadn't been among the possibilities that sprung to mind when he first saw her. The only angels he knew of were biblical, angels of the Lord. It worried him, but not as much as it once might have done. Not enough for it to register in his expression. The only look he gave her was enough to express his respect for her.

"That's why you're here, then," Thoughts came to mind of sin and forgiveness, but once he looked back up to meet her hazel eyes, Mitchell thought it best not to bring any of that up. She already knew what he'd prayed for, and he was willing to bet she heard very similar prayers all the time. What he quickly found himself caring about more, was the idea that Anna had been there from the beginning. Sort of. They hadn't just met in Paris by coincidence, he was sure of that.

"Do you know what I am?" What a stupid question, he quickly realised, of course she knew. She'd always known, "It doesn't bother you?" The vampire corrected, deciding already that he wouldn't judge her for what she was. He'd known her before finding out that she was an angel, for him it wouldn't change anything. But then another thought struck him, if she'd been there then-- "Why didn't you stop Herrick?"

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You know, war is surreal. It’s a different planet. Men have to do things that they’d never dream of. Things that seem terrible, heretical. But in a war, these things can be heroic, selfless. They can save lives. Oh, we are at war. It’s a secret war, but yes. We are. And sometimes we’ll be asked to do things that seem to be bad, but they’re not. And this is very important. They’re not bad, they’re brave.

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Mitchell’s voice washed over the angel, the meaning of the words lost to her.  His expressions told her what he was really thinking.  As always.  He was a shuttered being.  Or so he thought.  He thought his words would tell on him, but it was always his actions.  His movements and expressions that flitted across his face before he caught them revealed what was going on behind his beautiful eyes.

In answer to him saying her name she nodded her head once, her eyes thoughtful as she held still for his inspection. She should have disappeared; left him with a vague feeling of someone else having just been there.  A thought that would have faded into nothingness almost as soon as it was conceived.  Anna couldn’t leave him so easily, however.  Her grace was bubbling in joy at his appearance.

"Visiting," she answered simply.  "Same as you are doing, I imagine."  She stayed out of his head, relying on his expressions to know what he was thinking.  But that was enough.  "I’m something you don’t believe in," she answered his unspoken curiosity.

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Mitchell smiled at that, it was brief and quickly pulled back, but a definite smile. It felt good to see her again, and although it had been eighty years since their last meeting, it was nice to see a familiar face. Especially one so beautiful,

"If you'd said that a hundred years ago that might've been true," Well, not quite a hundred years ago, but enough time had gone by now for him to be acquainted with all sorts of creatures he'd not believed in when he was human or the last time they'd met. It was just, out of all of the things he'd seen so far -- vampires, werewolves, demons -- Anna couldn't be any of those. Which meant there was still things out there he hadn't met yet.

He tried not to stare at her, but even as he looked around the fog-filled woods he kept sneaking glances back at the redhead. As if he still didn't quite believe she was there. But that was the thing, wasn't it? She was there, in those woods that he'd tried to avoid even thinking about. A far off battlefield in France that he had never given a name to. That had to be more than a coincidence. In the end, whether it seemed rude to ask or not, he couldn't leave it a moment longer.

"What are you?"

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Stars swirled above the interlocked pair.  Anna’s eyes caught sight of her own star as her eyes drifted back closed.  She deafened herself to Heaven’s static.  Her hand cupped the back of Mitchell’s head, fingers caressing his nape.  Angel kisses didn’t involve tongues, unsurprisingly.

When his chilly tongue pressed past her lips, her toes curled and her knees weakened.  She held onto his shoulder with one hand, fingers tightening over the his suit jacket.  Tentatively, she explored back with the tip of her tongue, mimicking his actions.  She opened her jaw wider, wanting to taste more of him.  Six billion years old and she had yet to be kissed like this.  Every nerve of her being was singing in a new song she had never felt rush through her before…pleasure.

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Feeling her fingers curling in his hair and teasing the back of his neck, Mitchell allowed himself to smile against her lips. He briefly wondered if she'd done this before; if she'd kissed like this before. It was subtle, barely noticeable if he hadn't been listening out for it, but there'd been an unmistakable skip in her heartbeat. Something that was usually akin to being surprised or scared, but the way she gripped onto him was enough to tell the vampire that it had to be something else. The need to see what else she hadn't done before quickly rose, and he had to rein it back before he was tempted to push her against the nearest wall. He wanted to be gentle with her, more careful.

Slipping a hand behind her neck, Mitchell deepened the kiss and returned each caress of her tongue with his own. It was a dizzying feeling, but perfect. Soft and warm. Something he couldn't bring himself to pull away from even if he'd wanted to. Beyond the heat and the need to hold her as close as possible, he was vaguely aware of hearts racing behind them as people grew closer up the stairs. It was typical that that could be the only thing to coax him back to reality.

His hands remained where they were -- on the small of her back and the nape of her neck -- but he broke the kiss with a soft smack of their lips. Teeth purposely grazing across her plump bottom lip. He pressed his forehead against hers, refusing to pull back any further.

"You," the vampire spoke through a smile, trying to catch back the breathe he didn't need, "Are incredible."

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"Well, you weren't, and that's okay." Anna brushed a thumb across his cheek and gently with drew her hand from under his. "I hardly know you anymore. It seems a very long time ago that we talked often and spent time together. Many things have changed. Well," she inspected him closely, "except for your life. It's still just as focused on Annie and that tacky B&B as ever."

"What part of I'm moving are you not getting, Anna?" He gestured down the cliff, to the houses in the distance, "I'm not staying here, I'm not staying around them." Not sure how else to get his point across, Mitchell dropped his hand and looked back at her; meeting her eyes with his own. Things had changed, she was right about that, but things didn't have to stay that way. "I've asked you to come with me."

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A small sigh escaped Anna's lips as Mitchell held her hand. The scruff of his cheek tickled her palm, but she didn't pull away. "But you can't stop yourself, can you? Maybe it's you that likes the pain. I'm the one who feels it, however. What of our child? Have you thought of her once at all while you were off shacking up with Annie?"

"We didn't shack up," Mitchell insisted, "and I thought about her every day," Until his memories were taken, of course, but he doubted Anna would need him to point that out. "I wish I could've been there for you both."

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"Don't be upset, John Mitchell," she soothed in a sweet tone. She raised her hand to cup his scruffy cheek. "I can't fathom why you do anything. Your years don't make you wise. You're forever locked into the maturity of that fateful year. Shall I continue to suffer at your hands? Is that what makes you happier with me? The pain you inflict almost without thinking?"

That was one thing he couldn't disagree with her on. He may have been 119-years-old, but he was a young 119. Especially when compared to Anna's years. It was everything else that he didn't and wouldn't agree with, although he couldn't fault her for asking. "You think that makes me happy?" He placed his hand over hers, tilting his head into her touch, "There's nothing worse than seeing you hurt and knowing it's my own fault."

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Seraph's were renowned for their serenity when not engaged in righteous violence. Everything about the highest order of angels spoke of discipline and carefully cultivated stoicism. Her gaze fell on him, emotions masked and sereneness cloaking her expression. "Yours anyway," she commented. "No need to be grateful to me for anything. All better now?" she asked with a slight tilt of her head.

His eyes snapped back to Anna's face, taking in the serenity of her expression and the tilt of her head. He frowned, holding back more tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks, and had to tell himself she was putting on a mask. That whatever she really felt was being hidden by her composure. Because the alternative was too painful to think about.

"No," Mitchell answered, his gaze locking with hers, "I'm happier with you," although that very moment contradicted that statement, the vampire was sure she didn't need him to point out how this didn't count. He was upset at the thought of losing someone so important, someone who usually made him happy. "Why else would I be leaving and only ask you to come with me?"