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Fic: The Damage Done (Being Human)

Title: The Damage Done
Pairing(s): None (well, Mitchell/Herrick if you squint)
Rating: PG 15
Disclaimer: They're not mine, they're Toby Whithouse's
Warnings: None
Summary: Mitchell's first attempt at going cold turkey didn't go so well
A/N: I'm not happy with the first few paragraphs of this so comments/advice gratefully received


The first time Mitchell tried to go clean, he crawled back to Herrick after just five days. The problem was he hadn’t planned it, didn’t have anywhere to go, so he just found a quiet B&B and shut himself away. He stayed in his room for two days, getting lonelier by the hour and wondering if Herrick was out there looking for him. But by the evening of the second day, the craving for blood was like an itch at the back of his mind, always out of reach.

Hating himself for his weakness, he went out and found a bar, sat by himself and drank vodka after vodka. He drew a few glances but despite his loneliness, the fact that he hadn’t spoken to anyone in days, he was too afraid to start a conversation. One thing might lead to another (probably would, knowing him) and he’d be right back where he started. So he kept his eyes on the glass in front of him, and tried to ignore the tremor in his hands.

Two nights later he was lying in bed, eyes wide open in the darkness. The craving had intensified until it was burning under his skin, like acid in his veins. At the same time he was freezing, a cold that seemed to start inside his bones and spread through his body, and no amount of blankets could make him warm again. If he lay absolutely still, it was almost bearable, but the slightest movement set him shaking and shivering.

Worse than the pain, the heat and the cold, were the images scrolling endlessly through his mind. All the people that he’d seen only as prey, all the lives he’d taken for pleasure and sport, all the eyes that had beheld him as their final sight. It was the eyes that hurt the most. Each pair different, and each so alive. Some afraid, some defiant, some confused to the last.

Blood... He would do anything for just one drink. Choking back a sob, he raised his left wrist to his mouth and found the vein. Teeth and tongue probing, he sucked down a mouthful of his own blood. He closed his eyes and thought about his last feed, remembering the way his fangs had sunk into the girl’s flesh, the look on her face as she realised what he was. But he kept getting distracted by the obvious smell of his own skin. He pulled his hand away in disgust.

The next morning, he stood in front of Herrick shaking and sweating, unable to meet his eyes. The older vampire just looked at him, utterly calm, and Mitchell knew then that Herrick had never for a second doubted that he would be back.

Herrick took his jacket off, hanging it carefully over the back of a chair. “You need to feed.” Mitchell shook his head wretchedly, staring at the floor. “Mitchell.” Herrick held out his hand and Mitchell felt himself take a pace forward, and then another. Herrick started to unbutton his shirt. “I’m not suggesting you kill someone- plenty of time for that tomorrow. You can drink from me.”

Mitchell’s head jerked up and he stared suspiciously at Herrick as he folded the shirt, brushing fastidiously at a piece of dust on the cuff. This was a rare offer- in forty years, Mitchell had tasted Herrick only six times, and always as some kind of reward, a pat on the head for a job well done. Every occasion was engraved on his memory. “Is this some sort of trick?”

“A trick? Mitchell, what do you take me for?” Herrick looked almost gentle as he smiled and held out his hand again. “You’re very young- you think no one else has ever felt like this. But we’ve all been there, I’ve been there, and I know what you need. You just need someone to help you though this.” Mitchell found himself inches from Herrick, the other man’s hands cupped around his face. “And besides, you’re mine, you’re my responsibility. I made you, and I will always be there for you. Ok?”

“Ok,” Mitchell whispered, and then his teeth were buried in Herrick’s throat.

As he fed Mitchell’s shaking subsided, and when he finally pulled away his mouth was smeared with blood and his eyes were black and glittering with terrible joy. Herrick reached up and stroked his thumb gently along Mitchell’s jawline. “You see, Mitchell,” he said, tender and triumphant, “you’re home now.”


( 10 comments — Leave a comment )
May. 2nd, 2009 10:58 pm (UTC)
Oh, that's just delicious. I love the need/revulsion relationship between Mitchell and Herrick, and the need Mitchell has to feed, to run back to Herrick when things are tough, and the undertones of repressed sexuality come through very richly.
May. 3rd, 2009 09:38 am (UTC)
Thankyou, glad you liked it. I find the Mitchell/Herrick dynamic fascinating, as you said need/revulsion just about covers it from Mitchell's pov!
Thanks for commenting :-)
May. 3rd, 2009 07:30 pm (UTC)
Wow! *clears throat* I mean WOW!
That packs a punch that you don't really expect from the way it starts, and I mean that as a compliment.

You shouldn't worry about the first paras, I think their tone of emptiness works very well, especially in contrast to the intense ending.
If anything though, I'd suggest a couple more para breaks - one half way through the first para at 'Hating himself for his weakness...' and one at 'Mitchell's head jerked up...' which is half way through the third from last para.

That's all _I_ think it needs :)
May. 3rd, 2009 10:41 pm (UTC)
Thankyou! I like that reaction :-)
Thanks for the paragraph break advice as well, you're right, it does work better. Changes made.
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May. 4th, 2009 11:20 am (UTC)
Yay thanks :-)I'm writing a sequel so more Mitchell/Herrick for you soon (or more realistically, when the exams are over).

Have you written the next bit of your bad Mitchell fic yet? I need to know what happens! No pressure or anything :-)
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May. 4th, 2009 07:05 pm (UTC)
oh yeah, sorry I remember you saying now. Ok I'll stop hassling :-)
May. 4th, 2009 05:31 pm (UTC)
Great fic... love Herrick.... there needs to be more Herrick fic.
May. 4th, 2009 07:07 pm (UTC)
Thankyou, happy you liked it! The world does need more Herrick fic- I'm working on making up the deficit but I think I could do with some help... hint to anyone who feels like it :-D
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May. 4th, 2009 09:09 pm (UTC)
Just commented on Seth on the forum. Still laughing now! It's awesome, seriously.
Ummmmmmm... a deficit is a lack. I just meant I was doing my best to make up for the gaping hole in fanfic where Herrick should be :-)
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May. 5th, 2009 09:47 pm (UTC)
lol I know the feeling, don't worry. I secretly run to the wikipedia fanfic jargon page when people say things I don't understand :-)
Oh and good luck for tomorrow!
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