Ok, my first attempt at a FanFic! This is just a prologue to sort of set the scene then the rest of the story will be written as one massive flashback. I hope you like it.

I think some sort of disclaimer is required so... Being Human belongs to the amazing Lord Toby Whithouse, not me. Blah, blah, blah, whatever else it is im supposed to say here.

Prologue

Hal sat slumped in the chair. His hands were shaking, his wrists were raw and his clothes were drenched in sweat but he was smiling. Finally, after an hour and a half of struggling, the knife was in his hand. The knife that Alex had so kindly left on the stool beside him when she had stormed out following his rather well timed criticising of her potato peeling technique.

'Make your own bloody shepherd's pie then!' she had yelled before she rent-a-ghosted away. If he was honest he didn't really care, he had had enough ghost-made shepherd's pies to last him an eternity, for some reason they seemed to have a fascination with them, but none of that mattered now. He had the knife, he could cut himself free from this godforsaken piece of wood and then he could step out of this hell hole, back into the life he deserved. The life he knew. The life he wanted. Or did he? The seconds stretched into minutes as he stared at the knife in his shaking hand. Something an old friend had once said was slowly creeping its way forward from the deepest corners of his memory.

'This is the moment Hal, what you do now will change everything.' He bit his lip, this felt exactly the same as it did before, he knew what would happen if he went through with this, knew what he would become, was he really willing to waste the last 55 years? He bit down harder on his lip and accidently drew blood. It filled his mouth with its beautiful coppery taste and although he received no kick from his own blood, it was a taste, a promise of what would come if he chose to leave. He made up his mind.

He look a few deep breaths to steady his shaking hand and twisted the knife so that he could begin to saw through the thick leather belt around his wrist that was binding him to the chair. His breath quickened, knowing he was close to freedom but just as he was about to cut through the leather, he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. He glanced up, covering the knife with his hand, assuming Alex had returned and cursing himself for his moments hesitation but Alex was nowhere to be seen. Instead he saw something that drove her far from his mind.

His eyes widened and very nearly dropped the knife. The television had flickered on and on the screen was a girl. She was wearing almost nothing. What remained of her undergarments were torn. Her long mousy brown hair flowed down her chest in ringlets and kept her dignity. Slowly she walked forward so that her head and shoulders filled the screen. She smiled. It was a beautiful, radiant smile. Her soft pink lips parted to reveal her perfect white teeth and wrinkles appeared at the corners of her penetrating, deep blue-green eyes that were looking straight into Hal's.

Hal stared at the girl, taking in every detail of her appearance. He knew her. He knew her hair and her lips and her teeth. He knew her eyes and her smile and her laugh. And he knew her neck.

So I hope you liked it, please review. I'll try and get the first proper chapter up ASAP and it should be a lot more interesting and longer too. :)