I do not own Being Human, kay? I just bought series one and two boxset so I'm feelin' fanficcy! :D
"I was cold. That's the most powerful part of it, the sharpest; cold. It was wartime, and I was used to being cold, but just… not like this. This came from inside me, my chest, I felt hollow, empty, and just… frozen inside. All I could smell was death, and rot, and… and blood."
Mitchell paused, looking out the window, at the rain's constant drizzle, his legs held up to his chest in a surprisingly vulnerable posture. George sat on a chair nearby, watching his friend seated in the windowsill. They'd known each other a handful of months, just loosely, ever since that horrible attack and steadily they'd become friends. This afternoon Mitchell had turned up on the doorstep of George's tiny flat, soaked to the skin in water and blood. A shower, food and a rest and the vampire seemed much better, but it had been hard for the werewolf not to ask. So he'd handed Mitchell a beer, sat himself in the chair, and asked a question that he'd been so curious about, one better, he thought, than what he could ask. How did you become a vampire. The response had been a long moment of silence, before he seated himself on the broad ledge, apparently trying to work out how to respond, if to respond. After that short speech, he'd taken a swig of his beer, leaning his head back, eyes shut as he continued.
"The … man who turned me. They promised not to harm any of my men if I let them take me. I didn't understand why, but I did … what I had to." Shaking his head gently, the soft accent continued, almost as if this was a relief. "He smiled at me. Laughed, as if it was hilarious… the things you see, going through that, it's… it's horrible. Everything you've known twists and taunts you, it's as if you're being ripped apart and then…" Mitchell's voice broke off, stopping the tremble that had been growing. "I shouldn't be telling you this, George. Any of this, it's … it's stuff that shouldn't be told." He stood up, looking at the rain-spattered window, and headed for the hook his coat was on. George stood up, confused, "You're leaving?" there was no response, just shrugging the jacket on, and the werewolf stood there awkwardly as Mitchell headed for the door, face drawn and emotionless.
"Thanks, by the way." George met the vampire's eyes, "I appreciate it." And with that, he was gone into the rain.
Not sure where I'm going with this. If you have any ideas and like this so far, just review! Thank you :)