A/N- This has taken me a week to write, I kept getting so far, and then going back and changing things. It's going to be 4 parts (maybe a few more, it depends). And it shall get slightly longer as it goes on.
Disclaimer: I own nothing about this.
A ghost, a vampire and a werewolf move in together.
It sounded like the start of some stupid, unfunny joke. Something that would end in someone dying or in tears for them all. Which it did really. Not that they knew it would. It ended in tears and pain, but before that. Before all the tears and pain and the heart aching goodbyes, they were happy.
They had a life, fucked up as it may have seemed, they had a life and it was a good one. Because they had each other it was good and it was happy. Friends make all the difference in life they found out, though they found out the hard way.
Without friends, without each other, they wouldn't have survived like they did. They would have each crumbled or killed or faded much sooner then they each did. But they didn't, because they had each other, and they got themselves through so much. Though there's only so much a ghost, a vampire and a werewolf can take before they crumble, kill or fade. They found that out the hard way as well.