I do not own Being Human (although I wish I did)
If you haven't seen it (where have you been?!) you should watch it on BBC iplayer. It's about a vampire, Mitchell, a werewolf, George, and a ghost, Annie, who live together and try to live normal lives. They try to be human :)
Set just after the final episode of season one (before George finds out about Nina).
Chapter 1 – Friends
Mitchell sat at the kitchen table, his eyes fixated on the cold cup of tea concealed tightly in his stony hands. His thoughts rested on the pleading eyes of a young girl he'd killed in the sixties. It happened all the time, he'd think he was fine, thinking he'd beaten the blood lust, and then it would hit him like a steam train. He thought of that young girl, Tina her name had been, and he didn't pity her, he didn't even feel guilty. He thirsted for her.
Mitchell was torn abruptly from his thoughts by a very flustered George as he flounced into the kitchen waving a bright green tie in the vampire's face.
"It's gone!" George's voice was at least three octaves higher than usual, "I can't go! This-", he held up the lime tie, "This is wrong! I can't wear it, I just can't!"
Mitchell glanced towards Annie who had just walked into the small kitchen; she rolled her eyes towards George. "What's wrong George?" Mitchell's Irish tones threaded through his words.
"He can't find his other tie", Annie sounded bored, it wasn't unusual for George to completely freak out over nothing and Mitchell was guessing this was another one of those times.
"It's not just my other tie! It's my favourite tie! And I can't meet Nina wearing this one!" George shoved the slip of green fabric into Mitchell's face and raised his eyebrows hysterically.
Mitchell grabbed it firmly and began to inspect it, "What's wrong with it? Apart from the fact that you'd need to tell Nina to bring her sunglasses with her", Mitchell smirked and George tore the tie from his grip. George composed himself and slid his glasses firmly onto the bridge of his nose,
"Fine. I'll just tell Nina I can't go", George began to march out of the kitchen when he felt Mitchell's cold hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see the Irish vampire with a small grin on his face.
"Just wear another tie George. Nina won't mind"
"Or you could just wear no tie. It is the twenty first century after all", Annie smiled, pleased with her little joke.
"Okay, okay. Yes, yes. I'll go tie-less", the werewolf grinned clumsily and pushed the evil green tie into Mitchell's unsuspecting hands before waltzing out of the kitchen. Mitchell grimaced at the thing and threw it at Annie who dodged it dramatically.
George called from the front door, "I'll see you later, I don't know when I'll be back! If ever!" He closed the door, leaving the echo of its closure lingering in the silent house.
Mitchell began to make his way upstairs; he planned to take a shower and then sleep until there was something better to do. He felt too disjointed and incontrollable to go outside, plus he thought the sun would feel extremely bright today. He hated days like this.
"Mitchell?" Annie stood at the bottom of the stairs with an empty mug in one hand, "Where are you going?"
"Bed"
"Oh", he could see the disappointment in her dark eyes, "I thought you might want to do something"
"Like what?"
"I don't know. Bargain Hunt's on soon!" She grinned sheepishly but the smile faded as she saw Mitchell's look of horror at the thought of watching strange old people rummaging around looking for antiques. "Or we could go out –"
"No!" Annie jumped slightly at Mitchell's abrupt answer and walked briskly into the kitchen to wash up the mug she was carrying. He felt bad for barking at her but he needed time alone, he needed to think. He rubbed his hands down his face and plastered a sympathetic smile on his mouth,
"I'm sorry Annie!" he shouted into the kitchen but the ghost was clinking pots and pans in the sink, obviously frustrated at Mitchell's reaction to the thought of spending the day with her. Mitchell blew out a small puff of air and stepped into the kitchen, leaning on the door frame, "Annie". She turned around, tears sparkling in her velvety brown eyes.
"Hmm?" she pressed her lips into a tight line, "What?"
"I'm sorry", he looked at her with his hazel eyes and ran his hands through his dark curls, "I shouldn't snap at you like that".
"Its fine", Annie's lips spread into a wide grin, "Its fine, really. I wouldn't want to spend the day with a dead housekeeper either".
Mitchell stepped forward slightly, "Annie! You're not a housekeeper!"
"It's ok. I know I'm not helpful"
"What? Annie you're -"
"- I'm just the person that makes the tea. I'm not a strong vampire or a big scary werewolf, I'm just dead"
"Annie", Mitchell stepped even closer to Annie and held her hands in his iron grasp, "You are the heart of this house. And you're a poltergeist, hello! You knocked those strong vampires into next week!"
Annie smiled, "Thanks Mitchell", she kissed him on the cheek and continued with her washing up, humming lightly as she rinsed every cup.
Mitchell smiled once and strode upstairs to his bedroom; he'd decided to skip the shower and go straight to sleep, his chest was aching where Herrick had slid the stake into him two days ago and he needed rest. He flopped onto the bed, on top of the sheets, with his boots still on - a habit he'd never lost since the trenches - and closed is eyes, trying to push away the pleading faces of each person he'd drank, each life he'd taken.
It hadn't been ten minutes when he heard it. A loud squeal and then a huge crash; it sounded like someone had thrown a TV through a window. Mitchell jumped to his feet, ignoring the sharp pain in his chest, and peered out of the window. Outside it was carnage; two cars had ploughed into each other. One of them seemed almost undamaged and the driver, a tall man of around sixty, stepped out looking a little dazed but otherwise unharmed. The other car was not so lucky; it must have swerved to avoid the other car and had managed to hit the nearest lamppost. The entire windscreen had caved in and the front end of the car was unrecognisable.
A young woman of around twenty was slumped across the steering wheel, blood pouring out of her nose and head. Anyone else would believe she was already dead but Mitchell could hear her faint heartbeat. There was so much glass. So much panic. And so much blood.
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