This has been going round in my head for quite a while now. Its quite angsty, but hey, have you ever actually seen Being Human? Hope you enjoy it.
Just a note: this it set about 20 or 30 years after the current series. Lets just say that everything works out for series three.
That evening he took the familiar route deep into the woods. Spring had arrived, at last, and the last rays of the setting sun were warm on his skin. The grass was refreshingly cool beneath his bare feet. Flowers had begun to bloom, and it was beautiful. That was the last thing he thought before the change took hold.
It was just one heart failure too many. The power that usually dragged him through the organ failures failed itself. Although, God it tried.
When he didn't return home the next day, Mitchell went looking for him.
He called Nina, because he didn't know what else to do. She could hardly understand him his voice was shaking so much. When she finally heard him, she refused to believe it.
His parents came to his funeral. They were old now, but you wouldn't guess it.
It was only a few months later when the transformations took the better of Nina as well. She had been using the basement, and so experienced none of the happiness George had on his last night. She was thinking of him.
After that, there was nothing keeping Mitchell and Annie in Cardiff. The traveled, all the places they had dreamed of going, and plenty they hadn't. Why not? They had forever.
When they had been everywhere, seen everything, they went back to Bristol. That was where Annie had wanted to go, so that's where they went.
The house they bought was quite near their old one. Annie liked that, she still felt connected to that house. For Mitchell, it was too painful to bear. He grew distant, like he used to be when the blood lust took over.
For Mitchell, the house only reminded him of George. Nina and Annie too, but mainly George. His memories of the house were mostly happy, but filled with the emptiness of George's death. Being immortal sure could hurt.
His distance did not go unnoticed by Annie. One night, a door came for her. She said goodbye to Mitchell, and left before he could talk her out of it. Lia said it would be fine if it was her own door.
For over a week after that, Mitchell never left the house. He cried, not only for Annie, but George and Nina and everyone else he had loved and lost. How could he live, forever, alone?
When at last he left the house, it was only in the hope that he could forget his sorrow. He was still determined not to feed, but it had been so longand it hurt. He knew that nothing could make him forget his pain but blood, and there would be plenty of people, not here, but in town, sure.
Perhaps his eyes had gone black, or perhaps something else gave him away, but before he knew it he was backed against the wall.
The werewolf pulled out a stake and hissed at Mitchell. Any last words, Bloodsucker?
Please. Was all Mitchell could say. In truth, it was all he needed to say.
The werewolf was confused at Mitchell's willingness to die, but it didn't stump him for long.
The stake hurt, sure, but it was nothing compared to the relief Mitchell felt. He wouldn't have to fight the blood lust, live with his guilt, his regrets, any longer.
It was finally over.
