Change (Nothing And Everything)

YEAR 2012, BARRY ISLAND, WALES...

After 4 years, nothing and yet everything had changed for Annie. She was still a ghost - doomed forever to walk in the world of the living, but not able to effect any part of it at all and that would clearly never change. It seemed to be everything and everyone around her that continued to grow and change while she just stayed suspended in animation. Even in death she had experienced and endured so much more pain and loss than she had ever felt when she was alive.

However, it wasn't all bad. Not all the time anyway. She wasn't alone, she knew that and it's what always got her through and kept that bright smile on her face.

"So," She smiled that bright smile of hers, the small and incredibly precious soundly sleeping bundle held closely to her chest. She swayed slowly from side to side, lulling the baby to stay asleep as she glanced between her two new best friends; her new family. "What shall I cook us for supper tonight?" She asked in her soft spoken South London accent. As usual her tone as bright as her expression.

The elder vampire and the young werewolf stared blankly at the chipper ghost for a moment, then turning heads to face each other and share an odd and confused expression before glancing back to her.

"I don't eat." Hal stated bluntly in his well spoken English accent, knowing she already knew that. "And neither do you." He added, his face wrinkling in confusion.

Annie huffed, knowing that she'd get this reaction from the brooding blood sucker. "Right. I know. I was trying to make us feel like a normal family."

Hal scoffed in somewhat bitter amusement, but said nothing and quickly backed down when she glared at him.

Tom glanced between the two for a moment until finally breaking his silence. "Well I do." He interjected, in his intense northern accent, sounding a little offended that his "friends" had forgotten that unlike them, he was alive.

Hal smirked slightly to himself, unable to hold back. He had to admit, in the few weeks that he had known the pup', he'd already actually on the Hal and he knew that had probably something to do with the fact that he reminded him of Leo; his best friend 55 years, who was also a werewolf.

"And so does little 'en." Tom added, pointing to the baby.

Annie pulled back her glare and smiled brightly once more, glacing over at the sleeping infant in her arms. "Yes, she does." She cooed softly before glancing back up at the young werewolf. "And Tom, you can eat enough for the four of us." She teased, giving him a cheeky grin when she noticed Hal fighting the urge to smile.

"That's racist." Tom stated bluntly, pointing an accusing finger at the ghost, but clearly joking around.

Annie arched her brow in confusion and slight sarcasm.

Tom's gaze snapped to Hal when the vampire failed to conceal a tiny snort of amusement.

"I didn't say a thing." Hal barely managed to choke out through a wobbly smirk, his hands going up in surrender.

2 DAYS EARLIER, NORTH LONDON...

Leah burst through the Funeral Parlor with just one kick, sending the huge oak wooden doors flying into the building and smashing to pieces as they crashed against the opposite wall.

She stormed into the reception area and was instantly greeted by a trio of vampires. Completely unphased, she marched through them effortlessly, taking them out with a hard smack to the face and a wooden stake through the heart, leaving only dust behind her.

She made it to the Boss' office without any other company and while she was glad of that, she was also a little wary. She slammed the door behind her, making her presence known, although she had a feeling that he already knew that she was coming for him.

"Your security's shit." She greeted bluntly, marching up to his desk as he sat there smugly in his huge leather seat.

"Leah." He chirped gleefully in his thick Northern Irish accent, smiling up at her.

"Where's my brother?" She demanded, angrily slamming her palms down on his desk.

He took a deep breath, leaning back in his seat and simply smiling at her before finally replying calmly. "I didn't take him."

She narrowed her eyes at him for a moment. She knew that he was telling the truth and she didn't really know how to feel now. The vampires not having kidnapped her brother was a good thing, but that meant she didn't know where else to look. She knew how she felt now; helpless.

"Then who did?" She glared at him, her tone still as demanding and angry.

"How would I know?" He asked, his tone clearly mocking her.

Her eyes narrowed a little more. "Chose your words a little more care when talking to me." She smirked smugly back at him this time.

His smirked only widened, though deep down he was pissed off. "Damn, I was hoping you wouldn't pick up on that." He stated, clearly teasing her.

She glared at him once again. "And you got that smug shit grin on your face. The one you pull every time you know something you shouldn't." She gripped the wooden stake in her hand and lifted it up towards him threateningly. "Bo's the only family I have left. I wouldn't expect you're sorry corpse to understand, but understand this; a stab to the heart is the same in every God damn fucking language. Spoken or not." She growled through gritted teeth, feeling only the slightest satisfaction from the fear he was trying so desperately to hide from her.

"So I'll ask you, for the last time;" She stated in a low tone, referring to his wooden fate held in her seething and shaking palm. "Where's my brother, bitch tits?"