Disclaimer: I do not own Being Human, or any of its characters, I own write about them from a personal perspective and in no way gain contribution.

Authors note: I have been under a rough bout of Writers Block, so I have decided to do a character study on our favorite three from the North American's Being Human. This a quick study of each in there own eyes, how they perceive, or not perceive, their own humanity.

What is human?

Aiden POV:

Listless and without control, I've worked so hard to get to this point, to be better then I was, to know my grounds and be proud of them. But the past will always haunt me, bring me back to how I was, and make me loath with all my being. The things I've done, the people I've hurt, it will always find a way back to me. I can't escape, I can't hide from it, all I can do is pray for forgiveness I know I will never acquire, hope that I can overcome this thing, this monster.

Then I see him, I remember this isn't all of who I am, I see what I can try to be, not always absolute, but it's the best I am. The best I can be, I carry this with me, hold it close. Smile when appropriate, laugh when joking, and give up when defeated. I get lost in what I have constructed for myself form an affinity with it, but I will never be completely free.

I see the life, and feel its overwhelming power on me; I see the slender neck as she laughs appropriately at my antic, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear exposing herself to me in a way that seems almost on purpose. I lose concentration of her banter, I find myself wanting, needing to be closer. I smile when she blushes nervously, smelling her blood rise to the surface.

She asks me to walk her home, against my better judgment I say yes knowing I have other intentions. The brisk cold stifles my hunger if only for the moment till she asks to take a secluded path down an ally I know all to well. I slow, as does she, making it clear that she is into me. I hold my breath unknowingly as she leans in for a kiss, taking the last of my control with her lips. I feel her pulse below her soft ruby lips, it drummed against my own singing a rhythm of lust.

I hold her close, leaning down to her nape; I close my eyes as fangs slide down from my gums, and the need so strong I whimper slightly. I smell the wine before tasting it, tension building as I ease my fangs into her neck, not wanting to be sudden, but a slow creature-attacking unknown in the night. At first she fights, bewildered by my sudden change, but she slowly gives in to death, knowing it will all be over soon. But my beast wants more then just her life, it wants her fear, to fear my being, my inhumanness, for her to know.

I withdraw; slowly leading her to the ground, looking into her half dead eyes that battled to stay alive and open. She panicked at the sight of my fangs dripping with her blood, she knew now, and she feared me, that was all it took to satisfy the creature.

"I am death" it spoke from my lips, farther causing her dismay.

"I am death, and you shall fear me. I am superior, unearthly, God like. You are nothing."

I fear my own words, I was no longer in control, I lost that long ago. Here spoke the thing within me, part of me, but not quite the same. I felt the animosity, yearning, and demand to continue, so I gave in. I fed more intently, letting go completely, emerged in her flesh. Her life drained away, nothing left but a shell of her former self. I let the body go, staring in her lifeless eyes.

I am ashamed I have done it again; it never should have led to this. I have brought this darkness back into my dead essence, there is nothing left of me. Until I see him, he knows my curse, this dread and pain I have to carry with me. He feels for me, helps me through. He is the one true person who will always believe in me, no matter how far from human I have become.

Being Human is not live with a heartbeat, eating thanksgiving dinner with your parents, or celebrating your birthday. It is not paying your taxes, partying with friends, or going to church. It is loving, living your life to it's fullest, finding your purpose, being with people who understand you for you, who you can be yourself around. It's not about being human; it's about being you to your absolute best, and nothing more.

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Authors Note: This is the first installment, I plan on doing two more, one of Josh, and the last of Sally. I don't do character studies very often, so I hope the serves the characters well.