i am not your enemy,

[MITCHELL RHYS BIRLEY.]

---------------------------------- YOU ARE THE ONLY EXCEPTION.

mitchell hadn't really planned on coming to the park for his evening. but something about it tonight had lured him in. he couldn't explain the feeling but there was something that was saying that tonight would be a good night to come. what that thing was, he didn't know. ever since he'd become a vampire, certain things had just jumped out at him. he wasn't completely sure if that was normal quite yet but whatever the reason, they scared the life out of him. well, not that he had any life left. he was a vampire and they were dead. he was dead. dead as a dodo. just.. not extinct. in fact, mitchell was pretty sure that soon enough it would be the humans that would go extinct. it wouldn't surprise him. the amount of his kind who just killed mercilessly was disgusting. mitch himself hated having to bite people. he hated having to take people's lives for his own needs. he imagined the humans being like chickens or cows and him being a butcher. just killed them for his own need when really, they didn't deserve to die. if mitchell could've found something better which would keep him alive, he would have done everything in his power to do so. he had tried animal blood before but it hadn't been as filling or satisfying as human blood so he'd given up on that idea. he had once come up with a plan to raid a hospital and take their blood supply. but then he'd realised that doing that would be as effective of killing people himself. taking an entire blood supply wouldn't really help in the course of trying to keep people alive. mitch had tried to imagine things that could possibly work but his body's lust for human blood had always brought him back to the humans. obviously. then it occurred to him that if there was a suitable substitute for human blood, the smarter vampires would have figured it out by now. though, mitchell realised that most of the older, smarter vampires were also the ones who preferred to kill humans and drink their blood. he figured that was the main reason. but he was only a young vampire. what did he know?

mitchell sighed, walking towards one of the benches in the park. he hadn't been here much. there were very little people to hunt and the ones that were around usually already had 'owners'. he didn't like calling people pets. even though that was really the only way of making sure nobody else bit your partner. mitch, himself, had his own partner. clearly to the other vampires, he had to say she was his pet because he didn't know what would happen if they found out that they were actually going out. he'd started off with a simple scent catch and then he'd done his own little bit of stalking protective following. just to make sure she wasn't already 'owned' and that he wasn't treading on anyone else's territory. not that he saw her as land that could be won over. it was just easier to describe humans as that sometimes. he'd never say it around her, though. of course not. mitch only really had her in his life right now. that he actually felt for. yes, he had feelings. he wasn't sure of them yet, but he knew that there was something there. something that drew him back to her. not just the scent of her blood. the strawberries, cream, chocolate and roses scent of her was just an upside to what he had. it was the way she didn't look at him as though he was a freak. she spoke to him as though he was a person. just someone normal. when he suddenly turned on her, she didn't scream at him, she just told him they'd get through it. he liked her because she trusted him and anyone who would trust him was perfect for him.

the young vampire was only three months old in vampire aging, now. he already had impressive self control. mitchell had been in control more times than he'd lost it. it was only if he was scared, worried, sad, pissed off or stressed that he would lose it. or if he was distracted. recently he had been. something was bugging him to insanity. he'd killed twice as many people in one day than he had in a whole week. which was scary for him. he hadn't spoken to anyone about why he was distracted. he didn't dare to in case one of them turned around and said they knew his distraction. only because his distraction was actually his brother. his twin brother, in fact. mitchell didn't know that his brother was his twin, though. his birth-mother had never specified that in her letters. she'd just told him that he had a brother. he didn't know if it was a younger brother or an older brother. a nice brother or an evil brother? part of him wanted to know who his brother was and what was so good about him that his birth mother couldn't possibly have wanted to give him up, as well. that's what really pissed mitchell off. the fact that his mother clearly didn't get rid of mitch because she couldn't cope, it was because she didn't want him. he was probably a mistake. a one night stand child. he let out a low growl, blinking at himself and then sitting up straight. even thinking about it made him angry.

mitchell stood up and then started to wander around the park for a while. it was so empty tonight. what could possibly be happening? he didn't know. he didn't really think he wanted to know. he had the small feeling in his stomach that something bad was going to happen. not life threatening, just.. different. like if he stayed here for a moment longer, his life would suddenly change even more than it had already. he looked down at the floor and his shoes. from far away, he would look like any normal boy. wearing trainers, normal jeans, a checked shirt, a black jacket and a grey beanie. but then, looks always were deceiving. mitch lifted his head suddenly, flinching at the sudden wind and the scent it carried. the usual, bitter scent of squirrel and then a sweeter scent. more, human. he couldn't be sure what it reminded him of. home, mostly. but that scent was hard to remember. his mind was glazed when it came to his home life. mitch slowly chewed at his lip, exhaling the scent and then not breathing for a moment. it was too plain, now. he wanted that scent back. he closed his eyes and then inhaled slowly, gasping lightly as the scent rushed back and reminded him just how thirsty he actually was tonight. mitch opened his eyes, exhaled the scent and then stopped breathing. whoever was about to come near him would get the surprise of their life. mitchell's fangs.





AND THE NOTES;

this is for monica with mister damonn. <33
okay. this sucks big timee. but i adore mitch, i really do. <3 and him and damon are going to be like, epically perfect! so there's one one seven four words in this post and i made it. to mitch, damon smells like home, btw. c: which is lush for him but not so much for damon. baha. <3333

[DAMON NOAH EARNSHAW.]

----------------- time to lay claim to the evidence

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life sucks and then you die. yep, that sounded about right to damon earnshaw lately. he left most of his friends behind, letting them all go off to one university or another while he stayed at home, messing around with his guitar and acting as if this was a step in the right direction. it wasn’t. he should have been working that entire year, saving up money, putting together an actual band with a line-up and a lyricist and instruments and everything. but no. he was starting to believe that he was just a waste of space. he’d been meant to leave for home nearly a month ago but had been delayed by his mother’s raging hormones, which had actually turned out to be a whole lot more than “lady problems” or whatever. she decided to blurt out the fact that damon had a brother, one that he’d only known for a short period of time before he was given up. why it had been this mysterious brother, and not him, put into the adoption agency, nobody knew. he didn’t dare ask in danger of setting his mother on-edge again. she had been on pins and needles for nearly two weeks before actually coming out with it. she’d just been floating around the house, bursting into loud tears and fleeing from any room damon walked into. it had been getting a bit ridiculous and annoying, really. then when he actually knew why, his annoyance shifted to anger. what the hell kind of person gave up one kid and not the other, especially if they were twins? he’d been fed the line (multiple times now) that two kids were just too much for his parents to handle back then, but that was quite obviously complete and total bullshit and he was not buying it. that was what had pushed him more strongly than anything else to finally move out of his childhood home and into a crappy apartment right in the heart of london.

being in the center of all the hustle and bustle turned out to be pretty conducive to a creative atmosphere, and damon had already scribbled down two or three songs onto stray receipts and napkins that currently littered the floor. now he just had to get out and find some people who shared a common goal, the same dream he’d been picturing for himself since he was twelve years old. he was going to be famous some day soon, he could just feel it. one of his best friends from high school, whom he’d met in a music appreciation class or something, had come back into town for the summer holidays and suggested that they meet up to do something, but then she’d never showed. so now here he was, standing around on a curb looking stupid and useless. not knowing what else to do with himself, he took to wandering around the downtown area, not caring where he was anymore. if he turned up in a place he wasn’t familiar with, he could always just find a cab somewhere and get a ride home. though there was the problem that he had no money on him … he could probably just dash upstairs after getting dropped off, scrape some money out of the emergency jar under the kitchen sink, and run it back down to the cab driver. no big deal. that being said, damon had been straying for what felt like hours until he found himself in the park. he had no idea where this was at all in relation to his apartment. good thing he had a plan.

however, being in a park by himself didn’t really have more pros than cons. in fact, it just forced him to think more, and lately thinking had become somewhat dangerous. when damon thought things over too much and analyzed absolutely every single detail, he often drove himself mad and then took to locking himself up in his room, strumming a guitar and eating too much junk food. no, thinking wasn’t such a good idea for him currently, but he suddenly found that he couldn’t stop all these venomous thoughts from pouring out of his brain. he was pissed at his father for being such a dick to him lately, as if this estranged brother was completely his fault, as if while in his mother’s stomach he’d decided, “hey, i wanna have a twin!” and magically split himself into two identical people. he was pissed at his mum for being so dramatic about the whole thing, leading up to the confession as if an exciting program was about to begin. she should’ve just spit it out instead of painfully prolonging it into weeks of torment and uncertainty. he was also suddenly pissed at all his friends for leaving him alone with his stupid broken family for the past year, leaving him to rot in the same place he’d always been his entire life while they went out to explore new and exciting places. what kind of friends did that? could he really even call them his friends anymore? some of them called and wrote on occasion during the school year, but most did not. they simply moved forward with their lives, leaving him behind, and while he had fully expected something of this nature to occur, it was all the more painful to actually endure it in real life instead of just inside the confines of your own imagination. being left behind sucked, if only for a little bit, so he could only imagine what it must be like for this mysterious twin.

and that was another thing. he wasn’t quite sure why it was that he was pissed at some kid he’d never consciously met, but he was. it wasn’t as if there was anything this guy could have done to avert the situation, so why was damon so pissed? it was more like he just wanted to be mad at anything and everything he could get his hands on. at the moment, he would probably be breaking things if there was anything around him to smash. there were just plants and people, and he wasn’t about to go punch a tree or a five-year-old on a see-saw. even if he sort of wanted to. he could take out his aggression on something or somebody else later, but for now he just needed to focus on not having some type of catastrophic meltdown before getting home. he made a bee-line for the closest way out of the place when he saw something and did a double-take. it was just some dude standing by himself, looking a little bit suspicious. then again, damon probably looked the exact same way to everybody else. this guy was completely average, but there was something about him that made damon want to look again. he dared an inconspicuous step or two closer, hoping his face might properly catch the light, and when it did he wished it hadn’t. he was completely frozen, rooted to the spot and staring like an idiot. this guy, the one he’d assumed to be normal, was more similar to damon that he’d originally assumed. in fact, way too similar. they were nearly the same height, about the same hair color, same build … same face. damon opened his mouth to speak then quickly shut it again. there was no way, it was impossible. it was too much of a coincidence. there was absolutely no way that this guy was his brother, his twin, the piece of him that had been missing for far too long. but it must be. how many people could there be in the world, running around with a face such as that? as much as he wanted to deny it, something in his gut told damon that yes, this was the one. this is your brother, it told him quietly. don’t just stand there. do something. but he couldn’t. as many times as he’d attempted to picture their first meeting, this wasn’t any bit close to what he’d imagined. something about it was all wrong.

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kso, this is one thousand three-hundred and fifty-three words of fantastic failure, but i tried my best. sadly. it’ll get better, promise. i’m just not used to damon yet, i’ve never had a character quite like him. he’s a noob. B| i think after all the awk hatred goes away they might be sort of presh, haha. they’re gonna be epic whatever happens, though.

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[MITCHELL RHYS BIRLEY.]

---------------------------------- YOU ARE THE ONLY EXCEPTION.

mitchell instantly knew that something was most definitely wrong, now. he could tell by that scent. the way the air seemed different now. his throat burned. it actually burned. mitch didn't know if that was from his instant lust for blood or the fact that he knew something was wrong. frankly, he didn't care. either way it hurt. he closed his eyes as tight as he could, trying to keep his thoughts away from the scent. what did he like other than blood? lori. lori. lori. lori. that's what he liked. what he wanted more than anything right now. his partner here to tell him things were going to be okay and that he didn't have to worry about a thing because she would be there to hold his hand. just to let him pull her close. her warm skin. the fact that she was human. everything that mitchell wanted now. to be human. to have warm skin. to have a heart beat. to have answers to his extremely long list of questions which would clearly always go unanswered. but lori wasn't here. he was alone in a park. with only the feeling of regret and irritation to keep him company. he opened his eyes slowly, looking away from the entrance of the park and then frowning. he already knew that lori couldn't be here, anyway. he'd told her to stay inside at night time. he wouldn't want someone else to find her and.. hurt her. if he wasn't around, who knew what could happen? he didn't even want to think about it.

he let out a low sigh, kicking at a small stone beside his foot. maybe he should just leave. after all, he didn't exactly believe in fate now. he knew things didn't really happen for a reason. what reason could there be for him becoming a monster? really? so he could suck blood and live another day? he didn't care. he didn't want to be nineteen forever and ever. he just wanted to be a normal kid that died when he was supposed to. that didn't have to kill off other people to survive. he could adapt to chickens and cows being killed. like he'd once told himself that's what humans were to vampires. animals allowed to be sentenced to death without a proper reason other than being food. if the government had their way and knew possible actions, vampires would probably all be locked up in cages now. he wanted there to be some way he could be a human again. so he could eat. drink. sleep. go out into the sunlight. walking on the beach was nice when it was night time. the sky looked pretty and it made the sea look calmer. the sand wasn't covered with little children making sandcastles. just.. the old footprints of people who'd been on it earlier. those little things made mitchell wish he could go back to normality. where vampires didn't exist. where he only had to worry about them being in books and films. when he was younger, and both his foster parents were still alive. he wanted that back. where they could protect him. and he wasn't a threat to everybody. he wanted that back.

he let himself turn his head back towards the entrance of the park, instantly wishing that he'd took his own earlier advice and gone home. his vision was so much better now that he was a vampire and he could tell clearly that this other person's face was pretty much identical to what his was. his height was the same, maybe taller. he couldn't quite tell. mitch had stopped growing. he wouldn't get any taller. the boy had the same build as him, too. and from what he could make out with the light, his hair was the same colour and the same style as what mitchell would have his like. if he hadn't been wearing his hat, and they'd been wearing the same clothes, he'd have been convinced he was just looking into a mirror. mitch shifted his stance so he could look at this other boy better. the figure he was looking at stayed the same. mitch's eyes widened and he lifted his hand slowly to remove his beanie. then, using his other hand, he ran it through his hair to make it more of a mess instead of hat hair. mitch put his hat into his pocket, not really needing to look to make sure it went in. this other boy.. he couldn't be mitch's brother, could he? mitch didn't have a twin brother. did he? his mother hadn't specified that so it could be possible. anyway, how many other people walked around who looked exactly like he did? mitchell frowned deeper, taking a step closer towards the boy and inhaling. he stopped abruptly as the scent of home and something else came back. this was who he'd smelt. and clearly, this other boy was the thing that had called him to the park this night.

mitchell felt strangely interested by the boy. part of him wanted to run towards this boy and just ask him if they were brothers. and if the answer was yes, he wanted to throw his arms around him and just hold onto him for life. or until this other boy died, of course. because mitch would carry on clinging. this part was also determined to find out the answers to the questions mitchell had. did this boy know why? when? was this boy even his brother? he wasn't exactly sure but something made mitch take another slow step forwards. his arms were by his side, his eyes not moving from this other boy. the part which wanted to meet this other boy was making him move and then the part which was telling him that he was human which meant he was food, kept making him stop. if this kid was his brother, he didn't want to kill him and drink his blood. did he? of course he didn't. or at least, that's what he told himself. truthfully, he couldn't describe how satisfying his foster mother's blood had been. or his foster father's. even russell's blood had been unique. he didn't think he'd find that kind of scent or taste ever again. was it because these people were closer to him that it made him more satisfied? he wasn't close to his brother, but clearly, they were blood related. therefore there had to be some connection. something made mitch take another step.

and then another.

and another.

until he was fairly close to this boy.

he exhaled and then looked deep into the other boy's eyes, frowning lightly. yeah. he saw himself. this was clearly his brother.

wow. small world.





this is for monica with mister damonn. <33
okay. woww. i did this on epically low muse. c: but i'm happy with it, i think. my other posts will be SO much better. it's just because they haven't actually met just yet and it's like 'suspense is killing me' kind of posting. baha. so mitch knows because he's clever like that. c: he'll try not to nom. mhm. :3 there's one one two eight words in this postt. (: <33