Hi there, yeah I am not particularly sure what made me write this but it's an AU of if Mitchell, George, and Nina hadn't died, but the other three had all come to visit. For some reason I am interested in what the relationship between Mitchell and Hal would be, so it will probably centre around them, although there will be a plot of sorts. Another thing to mention is the fact that Wyndam etc. haven't come to visit. I apologise for the writing in advance, I find it quite hard to write from a TV series I guess, but I hope that it's at least half-decent.

TL;DR: Everyone's still alive, Old Ones aren't around (bar Hal), my writing sucks.

'Stop, both of you, just stop!' Annie's voice pierced the sobs of both Mitchell and George, and George held the stake poised just over Mitchell's heart. 'You can't do this,' tears ran down her face and Mitchell turned to her, and took in just how devastated she was, 'you can't do this to George, Mitchell. You can't do this to, to me.' She bit her lip and paused, the heat of the moment had died and George brought the stake down, his hand now hanging limply from his side.

'Annie, he has to, I've-'

'You've already what? Do you think that it's fair to make him kill you?' Another pregnant pause invaded the room, and Annie moved over to him and took his hand into hers. 'We'll help you Mitchell, but you can't die, you can't leave us here all alone.' They all stood there for a moment, Mitchell's lank hair hanging over his eyes, obscuring the pain he really felt, and George placed a hand on Mitchell's shoulder.

'We'll help you, I promise.' The promise hung in the air of tension, and they stood there for a moment more, the feeling that once they moved their troubles would begin again.

–/-

Two months later...

–/-

It was a sunny day, for April, but John Mitchell was not experiencing it, rather he was locked in the attic experiencing blood withdrawals. It had begun to seem as if time was simply passing him by without meaning, and every movement brought back another face, another kill. He could see the culmination of his entire life, or un-life, and now he begun to wish for death. The murders he had committed hardly seemed possible, plausible, to his blood free mind. How he had managed to commit the crimes he had, watched the people he had loved see he fall back into that dark abyss.

But it was the cravings, the cravings that pulled at his very being. The idea of tasting blood again, warm and thick in his mouth. He dreamt of it, every kill he would make once he was released. What he would do when he was free. Yet it seemed as if it was getting better, it seemed as if that every pull on the bindings that fixed him to the chair was getting less urgent, the feeling of blood less clear in his mind, his disgust at his actions growing. He knew that perhaps, just maybe he would be growing better. As he looked around the empty dark room he sat in, a smile made it way onto his face, maybe it wasn't the answer. Maybe it wasn't a permanent solution, but perhaps he would be able to do better this time.

Downstairs Annie sat with George and Nina, the other two having come back from a day at work, a mug of tea in front of all three of them as they sat to watch The Real Hustle, but this show reminded her of the person who was tied to a chair above her very head. It was painful, it was painful for all of them, her hands lost their grip about the mug, allowing the tea to pour straight through her and onto the sofa underneath.

'Shit!' George looked to her, the tea spilling onto him, his blue eyes lighting up in surprise.

'Annie.' He whined, and Nina looked over.

'That's the third time this has happened this week.'

'I know,' she paused for a moment, 'sorry.' To say that things had become awkward was an understatement, things had changed. It was undeniable. There was also the case of the vampire suffering withdrawals upstairs, and the werewolf, Tom, who had moved in but remained quite separate from the three friends to an extent. At that moment, the doorbell rang and Annie jumped. Eve who had been silent began to wail, and Nina move over to her, soothing her. The programme had been forgot.

'George, get the door.'

'Who is it?'

'I don't know George, just get it.' Annie said impatiently, George moved to the door, unaware of what would come next, and how their lives would change from his decision to answer the door.

–/-

'So Eve is supposed to save you from dying?' Nina looked at the black man standing the front room of their house.

'Supposedly.' The man standing behind him spoke finally, Tom bristled for a moment and Leo looked back at him.

'It was an angel, she spoke to me and told me that if I came here, she would save me.'

'From what exactly?' Tom asked, and a glimmer of sadness passed across Leo's eyes, and a heavy sigh escaped from his female companion.

'I'm old you see, every transformation I make takes more and more out of me.' The sound of baby crying began again, and the people in the room looked to the source of the noise. 'It seems so incredible that one so young can have that much power.' Leo turned to his friends and George took the initiative.

'Alright, you can stay, until the next full moon and we'll see whether or not she can save you.' A smile split onto the female ghosts face and onto Leo, whilst the male vampire simply looked indifferent. Nina however did not look so pleased, and she took a seat at one of the bar stools.

'Great so now we're a lodging house for supernatural creatures then?' Her gaze fell on the vampire. 'And now we're going to have two homicidal maniacs in the house.'

'Two?' He bristled nervously, 'There's another vampire in the house? Where is he?' The room fell silent, and even the babies crying stopped, Annie's hands clamped nervously around each other and finally spoke up.

'Well, he's er, sobering up at the moment.'

'What do you mean?'

'He had a little slip recently and we're trying to get the blood out of his system.'

'He doesn't drink blood?' Hal gave a nervous laugh, 'I mean, I had heard of others, but I didn't realise that I might meet them.'

'Why do you?' Tom interrupted the conversation, fixing Hal with a harsh stare. He remained silent for a moment, looking outside the window on the rapidly darkening world.

'Not for fifty years.' Pearl took a step towards Tom.

'Look, he's been clean for a long time, he's not going to cause any trouble. Just as long as you don't give him any Kia-Ora.' A laugh escaped Nina's mouth.

'Kia-Ora?'

'Yes, or budgies.'

'That was one time Pearl.' Slowly he moved towards a chair and sat down onto it, hoping to deflect attention away from him, and he fiddled nervously with his hands. 'Look I'm fine. I won't do anything to hinder your friend's progress.' Annie who had been silent for a while was looking at the assembled crowd in the room, and gave an impatient tap of her foot.

'Alright, let's get you into some rooms, goodness knows we have enough space.'

–/-

Mitchell felt as if he could hear so much more now, every patter of rain on the rooftop, every movement of the people below, and it took him a moment to notice that it sounded as if there was slightly more movement downstairs than usual. The room below him for example had someone pacing in it, and it sounded almost like they had visitors. But that was absurd, they would never have visitors, there were footsteps coming up the hall however, and he opened his eyes as he heard the creaky door open. It was George.

'Are you alright?' He stood in the doorway nervously and Mitchell gave a nod.

'It's getting better. I think I might be able to get out of here soon.'

'Are you sure?' Mitchell glanced up at the ceiling for a moment and down to George again.

'I think so.'

'It's just that we kind of need to get you out soon, there's um, some visitors here.'

'Visitors?' George gave a sigh.

'Eve is a apparently supposed to save this old werewolf, who brought his vampire and ghost friends.'

'She's a baby George. She's not going to save anyone.'

'It's his dying wish, or at least that's what the ghost told me.' Mitchell bit his lip.

'I can't be around another vampire, you do realise that. They tend to bring out the worse side of my nature.'

'No, it's not like that. Or at least I don't think so. He's been dry for fifty years.'

'Fifty years?' George nodded. 'Christ.' There was a pause and Mitchell looked around at the room he had been in for the past two months, he really wanted to get out of it, and he had his chance. It was just that he wasn't sure he was not going to kill anyone again.

'Look, please, we just need you around just in case that vampire tries anything.'

'How old is he?'

'I don't know, you don't exactly just go up to someone and ask how old they are Mitchell.'

'What's his name then?' The werewolf didn't talk for a moment and appeared to be thinking.

'Um, something beginning with H, not Harry though, you know I'm not good with names.' Mitchell didn't speak for a moment, but the overwhelming need to be free overtook him and he gave a sigh.

'Alright. Let me out then.'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes. I just need to be better this time, no getting involved in local politics, no talking to anyone, I just need to be human again.' And as George released him, and he began to stand up on his legs that were weak from very little use, George gave a smile.

'You'll do it. We'll do it together.'

He was led down the stairs by George and he had to get himself used to movement again, his room seemed the same as it had been before, although it looked as if someone had given it a quick tidy, probably Annie. Although he wouldn't put it past George, and it took him a moment to take it all in. He was free from his prison at last, but maybe he was just moving into another one, the prison of bloodlust once again.

Moving quickly over to his bed, he thought about what he had done. What had possessed him? What had made him want to do what he had done to those poor people in the Box Tunnel? Quickly he lay on the bed, movement still exerting him too much and closed his eyes, trying to forget the atrocities that he had committed just months earlier.

–/-

Annie soothed the baby in her arms quietly, the night's duties having been passed to her. Her arms held the small child, and she thought about how this small being could affect the werewolf upstairs. Maybe Eve would, she hoped so, but a feeling of foreboding came over her when she thought of the new guests, specifically the vampire who had come with Leo.

–/-

Mitchell froze when he saw who was standing the corridor in front of him, it couldn't be him. What were the others thinking when they invited him into the house. Hal noticed him with detachment, knowing what the thoughts of the other vampire would be. Thankfully there was no one else around to notice their confrontation, and he moved the domino in his hands as the other came towards him.

'What are you doing here?' Mitchell asked, he was so close to him now, and a feeling of nervousness came over him as the thought of being around someone so old came into his head. 'Do they know who you are?'

'I'm not who you think I am.' Hal bit his lip and waited for the other to respond.

'So you're not Lord Harry.' The Irish vampire gave a sarcastic snort, 'I remember you, back in the old days, the nightclubs in Paris.'

'I've changed.'

'That's what they all say.'

'Don't they know who you are? What you've done then?' Mitchell bristled, nervous at the confrontation.

'They know all about me.' Hal closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

'Look, I'm not that, that person anymore.' Mitchell was about to speak when he noticed Annie standing down the corridor, he looked to her and then back to Hal.

'So, I see you've met Hal then.'

'I've met him before.' As if in unison both of them turned away from each other, and walked in opposite directions, leaving Annie standing at the end of the corridor. 'Jesus bloody Christ,' she sighed, 'men.'