Hiya People, still relatively new at this but I thought I'd give it another go. This will start off as a short one-shot but if people like it then I might continue it on!
Disclaimer: I don't own Being Human or the Characters, (...as much as I'd like to XD)
Hal was struggling.
His hand trembled as he reached for the next domino, he forced himself to take another breath, another agonising second passed without the key to his very existence.
NO!
He corrected himself mentally, blood was irrelevant, inconsequential, it would no longer plague his every waking thought. He just needed to finish the next task. Routine stays the beast. Carefully he lowered the domino onto the wooden table. He could do this. One by one, this simplistic routine would see him through the skull-crushing craving, the so very heart-wrenching need for humanity's biggest resource to his kind. Blessed routine, structure and order and...
His unsteady fingers shook and the domino dropped. The effect was catastrophic, an hour of his time setting them up, an hour carefully placing these precious markers of his battle against the inner tormentor, of all he worked towards, lay scattered on the wooden table. His breathing became ragged and his chest fluttered.
"Order, no, I..I can fix this. I can fix this" he dragged in another rough breath, the calm demeanour utterly lost. His facade was gone and the despair almost overwhelmed reason. He would not become that man again, he couldn't allow him to takeover or else it would all be for nothing. All those people he had slaughtered. The pain he had caused...would cause if control slipped. The endless cycle would just continue. He was always waiting in the wings, ready to sneak out and ruin everything. His life ran in acts; courteous, caring Hal was only one half of the show.
Blood changed him, its alluring throb in the vein made him feel invincible. Hal could feel the life flowing through their feeble bodies, why should they keep it all to themselves? Selfish, ignorant creatures. If he could remember proper etiquette and spoken language during the most frenzied feasts of ecstasy then why, dear lord, could this generation not even pronounce their t's properly. They were simply asking for it, it would be a crime to allow these deluded simpletons to persist living worthless lives. The uneducated masses were a godless people, brought up without the dread of what the Holy one could do.
I'll give them something to fear.
Visions of screaming and blood filled his mind, merely shadows of the past or predictions of his future.
"Oh God, Oh God" the words caught in his throat. He frantically piled the dominoes into a symmetrical pile in the centre of the table. Rows of four. Four is a nice number, even and ordered. He closed his eyes and scrunched his hands into fists. Ordered. It's all okay, everything is ordered now. With order comes control. He sucked in another forced breath and sighed. He was fine. He could do this. Alex and Tom would come home and Hal would be normal. It will pass momentarily. He was fine. Hal opened his eyes wondering why the chair was shaking, before realising it wasn't the chair that had a tremor. His body was extraordinarily tense and was moving on its own accord. He just needed a little, a drop would do, just enough to calm his nerves.
He stood up from his chair and turned towards the door. He would just climb the stairs and find the black bottle that Mr Rook had given him. Just a drop to give him the strength to fight the monster inside. He turned to find Alex leaning against the doorframe. Hal's eyes widened slightly and he immediately moved to clear away the dominoes.
"Alex...you know you could have knocked. Despite being a vampire I cannot hear you every time you rent-a-ghost into the room. I could have been indecent or in a private discussion with Tom..." He began, stumbling slightly over the words in his rush to explain away the situation.
"Hal, you don't have to hide this from me." She walked forward and placed a supportive hand on his shoulder. He stifled a breath. How could she know? Had he mumbled something of his plans?
God, how long had she been there?
He waited for her to speak again, frozen half-holding a domino. "I know your struggling, but that's what me and Tom are here for. Just talk to us, ya know? It's nothing to be ashamed off." She spoke with such a warmth that Hal ached to bury his face into her ghostly arms and admit his guilt. Yet he held his tongue.
"Hal, do you need to go back in the chair for a bit? If it's getting a bit too much then you need to tell me now." Her tone was questioning and serious. She would just trust him to tell her that? Hal turned and met her worried eyes. He cupped her face gently and placed a kiss on her forehead.
"Just a bit run-down. No need to worry Alex." He gave he a weary smile and trudged back to his room. She watched him leave, shocked from the display of affection then went to find Tom.
The Dominoes lay scattered on the table.
Thanks for reading! Reviews would be greatly appreciated
xx
