As Series 5 of Being Human (uk) isn't out yet… I thought I'd write something while we eagerly wait for it. The MAIN characters will be as following:
* Alex (Ghost)
* Hal (Vampire – Old one)
* Tom (Werewolf)
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Chapter 1:
"Now that, Annie's … Gone. What're we going to do with ourselves?"
"Well, I'm quite liking this place. Screw unfinished business, 'cuz I'm staying 'ere." Alex beamed, watching Hal from the corner of her eye. He'd put the matches back and folded his arms over his chest.
"Who was that male she kept talking about anyway?"
"Who, Mitchell?" Tom questioned standing.
"Yes, that's him." Hal replied in a gentlemanly fashion.
"John Mitchell, she was in love with 'im. But, George staked him…" Tom went silent sitting back down, life was so uneventful without baby Eve to care for. Tom had quite grown to like Mitchell, despite the fact that he was a vampire. Alex sighed.
"I'm bored." She said, "And… I'm hungry." Nobody said anything in reply so she just stood up and glared at them. "Fine ignore me then you g-"
"Thank you Alex, for your stunning choice of words." Hal interrupted, not too keen to hear what she was about to say. She threw him a sarcastic smile and wandered off into the kitchen.
"Was'sup between you two then?" Tom asked.
"Nothing!" Hal exclaimed, standing up. Clearly exasperated.
"Suit yourself. Remember, you've got a shift at the shop today, with me… As usual."
"Yes, as usual. Now, I have a routine, and it must be completed." With that Hal walked off and climbed the stairs to his room, where he would make sure everything was positioned to perfection. He stroked the spines of his hardback books, all arranged in alphabetical order. Most people would think Hal had gone nuts, or had OCD… But the real cause, was temptation. He'd been taught, if he could just fight little urges and keep his mind focused on something different to blood of every minute of everyday; he'd be able to fight the bigger urges such as blood… The thought exited him, made his head spin with such a temptation, drawn in by the intoxicating smell and desire that made him what he was. A vampire.
Now let's take Alex, she'd at first not believed her fate, not believed what had become of her on such a short week holiday to Barry. As she'd stood there that day, staring at her corpse, neck ripped open, blood dribbling… Flies attracted to the body made her stomach turn, to think what had become of her, what Hal had done to her. She used to love Hal, but now they were just two kindred spirits, both dead and deceased in their own fashion. Immortality seemed like a gift, until you realise, you'll have to spend it alone. Not being seen by normals, hiding when there was ever a knock on the door, never being known and coping with the fact that you're dead, is all just so much to take in. A ghost can't stay forever, sooner or later the thought of having to bury and watch more loved one's die before you, is excruciating. A Psychological pain, as some would describe it. Not being able to grow up, or have children or do anything normal couples would be able to, even if you did find love. Sooner or later, the thought would torment you, torture you up to the point where you'd either just fade away, hide away, or your door would appear. Alex, not knowing all that yet, didn't think her fate either good nor bad, she'd read the parchments and come to terms with the fact that all the mythical creatures existed, but she had yet to meet them all.
Now Tom, he's just your ordinary, childish and immature softie. Like a pet dog you could say… (No pun intended) Yet, somewhere deep inside, he's hiding his feelings, so deep you can't retrieve them. He has never felt as loved as any normal child had done when they were younger, he'd never had a birthday and he felt socially rejected by the world. Yet there he was, living like any other normal twenty one year old, with the exception of his monthly happenings, the three of them lived as housemates, in Barry – South Wales:
A vampire – A werewolf – And a ghost