Hey! First BH story guys! Go easy on it, don't mutilate it lol just know I have a basic map out of this story and where it's going - so hold on tight and here we goooooooooooooooooo

"Mitchell, don't you feel like you are cheating the system?"

"George."

"I mean really! Come on! You can't do this-"

"George."

"You can't just allow them to run amuck around the hosp-"

"George!" Mitchell temporarily left his mopping task to throw a foul glance at his flatmate.

"Alright! Alright!" George threw his hands up, turning around before shaking his head and huffing back to his place on the 2nd floor. "But before I-" Mitchell sighed as his roommate began to speak, yet again, his shoulders falling with the weight of gravity.

"Jesus George. I don't know what they are doing, but they are not just-" Mitchell fought with words at a hushed tone, the hospital did not need to meddle in their matters. " …'running amuck'." His jaw tense and his eyes scanning for eavesdroppers amongst the hospital employees, "We have many branches.", he gave a serious glance towards George before taking a deep breath.

George could only stare back with wide eyes, trying to figure out what his friend was hiding before vigorously shaking his head and walking off, but not without the final word.

"This talk is not over." George stated before he began to climb the stairwell. Mitchell blinked a few times at the task at hand while taking a deep breath, once again and he began to mop the vomit a patient had spewed earlier that day away.

That's how his days ran.

That's how both George and Mitchell's days ran.

Mop puke.

Mop shit.

Mop pee.

Or maybe.

A combo.

Who knows.

The world is a surprising place.

But as George left the intensive unit he ran into something.

"Ow – oh my, are you alright?" A brown eyed girl blinked, innocently up at him from her position on the floor.

"Wha- oh! Yeah, yeah I'm fine!" She almost laughed out as it hit her what had happened; George offered a hand to help her up which she gladly took. Her fingers laced with his and he took note of how soft her skin was compared to his, his eyebrows furrowed at this strange thought before he shook himself from the predicament they found themselves in.

"Are you sure? I ran into you a little harshly." He said more as a statement, rather than a question as he looked her up and down checking to make sure she was in fact okay. She dusted herself off before running her fingers through her curled ponytail and released a sunny sort of chuckle.

"Yes, yes." She assured him with a bright smile, "I'm fine." She slightly curtsey-bowed at the waist, or least that's how George described it. "Thank you very much for checking on me," her eyes squinted at his nametag, "George." She cocked her head and genuinely smiled at him, as she interlaced her fingers together before taking a step back. George just stared at her, mouth agape as her smile fell and she bit her lip at the awkward situation at hand. She looked down at the linoleum again, smiling to herself, before she uttered, "Well, thanks again."

She flipped her hair around to her other shoulder as she calmly walked downstairs. George realized what he probably looked like, zoning out, and physically shook his head like a dog from side to side. He plodded away, using the word "stupid" like his own mantra.

Mitchell was working, as diligently as a worker could be in his state, he had just tossed Seth, a local vampire, out of a patient's room and couldn't believe the outrage that swelled in his chest. Seth's words kept running through his mind like a carousel, they'd leave and then they'd come back.

Colder? Could the world get much colder than it already was?

He stopped to think about the words and stare at the mop in hand, his mind not on the living necessarily but keeping the livening alive. If that makes sense. Hell he wasn't sure if that made sense to him. Allowing his head to roll back in abandonment of the thought, he shut his eyes hoping to rid himself temporarily of the image.

"Uhm excuse me."

Dark brows furrowed as he glanced to the side, catching a glimpse of a girl standing not much shorter than he but shorter nonetheless.

"Sir?"

He brought his attention back down toward the girl, giving her his full astute attention.

"Do you have a coffee shop nearby or somewhere that sells coffee?" Her big brown eyes were hooded by long black lashes and freckles dotted her cheeks, just beneath her eyes and her hands were held together in front of her, with a very laid back but professional standpoint.

"Uh, yeah. We have a café." He began still caught off guard by the girl, she looked young, and she wasn't from anywhere near Bristol. Her voice gave that away. Her lips parted in a thankful smile as she gave a knowing, slow blink and nod, Mitchell took this short moment to scan her over. She had on a baggy white long sleeved tee shirt with a plaid pocket on the front with black leggings and a pair of brown, horse riding boots. Her deep chocolate brown eyes, blinked at him with answers, but to what he didn't know. Her lips parted to release a chuckle before she asked one more question.

"Where is that again?" Her accent was American, there was no mistaking that. Maybe slightly-

"What?" Mitchell asked, slightly awestruck by the very normal yet captivating girl standing in front of him.

"The… the café?" Her smile showed patience as he began to fumble with words again, she cocked her head and a light laugh escaped her throat.

"Oh! Yes! It's right down-" he started to point in a direction, to the right, but the cocky vampire inside stopped him. "You don't sound like you're from Bristol, let alone the U.K." He gently smiled from under his curly hair at the girl, who was intently watching him, "If you wait," he glanced up at the clock on the wall gathering the time( 4:47), "13 minutes, most of the coffeehouses will be open then." A single wave of her hand brushed the idea under the rug.

"No, no the café coffee will be just fine." She smiled sweetly at the dark headed man in front of her.

"No, trust me. You don't want that coffee." His brows raised as his eyes became shifty, "I'm a porter and even I don't want their coffee." She halfway smiled, not exactly fully comprehending the joke.

"A porter?" She cocked her head to one side, eyes narrowing at Mitchell.

"Er… uh yes. Like a… janitor." Words failed Mitchell at the moment as his tongue grappled within his brain for the right selection. But the look on her face was one of complete understanding as she chuckled at her own idiocy.

"Oh sorry," she smiled at him again, "You are very right, I am not from anywhere around here." Motioning to the space around her, brows lifted as she took a deep breath, "and the language is so different from where I'm from." She laughed at herself, before reaching back and lightly scratching the back of her head, beneath her brown ponytail.

"If you want, I get off in 13 minutes and I could personally show you where a coffeehouse is, if you'd like?" The dark, Irish man spoke very genuinely. The girl's chocolate orbs glanced around almost as if she was torn to leave the hospital. "If not, I understand. We are in a place of the ill and I'm sure you wouldn't be here to chat up a lad." He laughed at his mistake and at the girl's face. Her slightly fading smile, returned with a much glow as before.

"No, no. That sounds good to me." She said slowly, before placing a fingertip to her lips and turning to walk away. "Can we meet in the main lobby, since that's the only place I know?" She laughed and pulled her soft brown tresses across her shoulders.

"Sure." He said with a smile before she walked away, she had curves, not too much but just enough. His mind reeled with ideas of what he could do with her, before h stopped himself. "Jesus Christ. What am I doing?" He said to himself as he turned around and finished mopping the unfinished business.

Alright guys, what'd you think? This is just a teaser, of course, but I hope you guys will be excited for the next chapter! Eeeeee I am! Please please pleeeease leave feedback! I will love you forever!

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