Disclaimer: Doesn't own fanfiction but does own Being Human- In dream I had last Tuesday...
Warning: Many grammar and spelling mistakes (Yoou haeve beeen worntedd...).
It was dark, pitch black, yet in some distant way, beautiful.
Annie and every other dead or dying human Mitchell had ever known, had been met with a door at the end of their life, leading them onto anew... But that was not what Mitchell had been met with... In the last few seconds of life, he'd closed his eyes against the unbeliable pain of turning to instant dust and then- that had been it, he'd opened his eyes and saw as much as he'd seen back then with his eyes closed... pure darkness.
Mitchell wondered vagely whether, if he'd kept his eyes open during the last few seconds, he would have been left with a different visual view... Not that it mattered much- for the things he'd done he was convinced he'd end up in perpetual hell... not this... nothingness.
Yet he felt no envy or jealousy of Annie's ability to still walk the earth long after she was dead... he didn't feel anything... no pain... no hate or anger... no sadness, boredom or fear... no happiness or excitement... he felt absolutely no emotion. He could flit through memories, taking in the data without really taking in or caring about the meaning.
The darkness surrounded him, it felt like he was lying on his back, completely weightless (almost as if he was floating), being swayed side to side slightly by a cool yet almost non-existant breeze, staring up at a perpetually dark and starless sky (sort of like lying in a hammock, while staring up at an empty night's sky).
He didn't know how long he'd been here, minutes, seconds, months, weeks, years, they were all the same here, and yet he didn't seem to care, not one bit...
"Do you think they'll be coming again tonight?" Annie asked nervously, pulling the curtain slightly away from the window and staring out into the darkening and empty street. George shook his head, watching her from the sofa, a very heavily pregnant Nina sitting next to him, "I don't know Annie... Just don't give them a reason...". Annie nodded, putting the curtain back into place and sitting down next to George. They all sat together in silence for a while, each caught up their own thoughts.
The 'them' they had been talking about were Edgar Windon and his troupe of what he liked to call 'elite' vampires. After Mitchell 'died' Windon and his troupe had wordlessly left, George, Annie and Nina had thought that was the last they'd see of them but they were soon proved wrong. A few days after the 'death' of Mitchell, George had been awakened by a fierce and rapid knocking, blearily eyed, he'd opened it, just to be roughly pushed aside by Windon and several other intruding vampires...
...George stared slightly in shock as they calmly marched through the door and into the living room, George finally regained himself and shouted "What are you doing? Get out!... Get out!". The vampires continued as if they hadn't heard him, looking at furniture, over-turning cans, other objects and writing down notes.
Windon suddenly appeared next to George who jumped slightly in suprise, Windon merely smiled (even though it looked more like a smirk). "I suppose you're wondering what we're doing here?". George didn't answer, so Windon just continued, "After you killed Mitchell, well I for one was in shock, but still, duty calls. Not to mention that you and Nina are the perfect candidates for our research into how werewolves live, eat co-habit, oh, and in Nina's case, give birth...".
Windon trailed off at that point, walking away to talk with one of his workers, leaving a very dumbfounded George in his wake.
Two of the vampires walked over to the shocked werewolf, measuring him and scribbling down notes, one attempted to remove George's glasses, at which George snapped out of his dumbfounded stance. "Oi!", he shouted, feebly fending them with one hand, while keeping tight hold of his glasses with the other.
"George?" Came Nina's voice, as she distended down the stairs and stepped into the living room, "What's going on?". "Nina!" George exclaimed, immediately rushing over to her, taking hold of her hand and pushing at her back with the other, quietly trying to convince her to go back up stairs.
"Ah! There you are!", Windon exclaimed, causing several of the vampires to look up from their studying, "Nina! I've been looking forward to seeing you again, how many months have you pregnant for, now?". Nina's eyes widened with recognisation of the man, "You! How dare you come here in the middle of the morning and do- just what are you doing?".
"Research" Windon curtly answered, beckoning to his workers, "Come on then, let's leave these two werewolf love-birds alone, don't want to distress the pregnant one... do tell us when the birth's about to happen- we'll be in touch...". And just like that, he and his vampire workers were gone.
It had been over a month since then, and the vampire researchers (led by Windon), had barged in, uninvited more than 7 times, always asking George intimate questions, winding Nina up and trying to find out how much power and control Annie really did have. There was no way to get the unnvited vampires to leave, they were completely outnumbered, they just had to wait it out. They still couldn't figure out how they got in without being invited first and George's 'Star of David' appeared completely ineffective as well...
Annie shifted slightly, pushing both George and Nina out of their thoughts as they looked over to her. "I tryed to find Mitchell again today...", Nina remained quiet, so George asked, "What happened?". Annie ruffled her hand through her hair before she sighed and shrugged, "Nothing... not a trace... It doesn't make sense, when I visualise people, usually I can teleport and end up almost right next to them, but this time... It's like he doesn't even exist anymore...".
Nina glanced across George, to Annie, "But he doesn't exist... he's dead now...".
Annie's voice wavered ever so slightly, "I came back as a ghost, why wouldn't he... he wouldn't pass through that door without a second thought, Crist! He's got too much unfinished business for a heaven door to even show up for him in the first place!". There was a long pause, "'Heaven door'?", George repeated. "Yes George, heaven door!", Annie continued, trying to not let her emotions show too much, "Where else would he go? Hell?". Nina and George exchanged glances unsure of how to answer that.
"Oh godd! I'm just, I'm scared alright? I'm scared of Windon, I'm scared what he'll do to you both, I'm scared of what he'll do to me! Mitchell always seemed to have the answer, and now... Now I just don't know what to do anymore...". Annie broke off... tears streaming down her face, George looked to Nina who looked about ready to cry aswell. George swallowed his sadness and attempted to smile at them both, "Hey, things will work out... I know they will... we just have to stick together!".
They all formed a kind of sofa-based, group-hug, sitting together like that for a while.
George grimanced slightly as he hugged them both, he truly didn't know what was going to happen, whether or not things would indeed get better. The whole idea of another vampire meeting made him sick to his stomach. Mitchell had always been the one who dealt with these kind of problems, George had aways been the one to cower away... but Mitchell wasn't there anymore, Annie was a ghost and Nina was to heavily pregnant to be given such a burden of stress. No, as much as he hated it, he had to be the one to take control and follow his own advice, to 'stick together'- no matter what...
The continuous darkness remained, Mitchell wasn't sure whether his eyes were closed or open, he still felt the same as before, completely emotionless, with absolutely no sense of time. He contiued to stare at the darkness almost mesmerized by it.
Out of nowhere, there was a voice "It's alright it's working now...". Mitchell calmly focused on the voice, it sounded oddly familiar. All of the sudden, there was a bright flash as a vertical cut appeared along the dark sky, through the vertical cut he could see a beaming bright light. He stayed where he was, unable to move and watching with slight awe as the vertical line began to grow horizontally, slowly letting in more and more light.
Lol... that took a while to write, hopefully that's cured some writer's block, cuz I really wanna get back round to writing more fanfics, and continuing a certain Xiaolin Showdown fic, cuz... (sees readers getting fed up of reading the end note).
Heh... so anyways, if you like this fic and want it to continue, then plz review... Plz?...
(If anyone thinks Edgar Windon's name isn't spelt like the way it has been, plz say so, cuz I wasn't too sure...:).