Okay so I've become totally obsessed with the american version of the series, Being Human. So, I planned on writing a story based on it. I have no idea who my OC should fall in love with. Josh or Bishop? Tell me what you guys think! Oh and please review my quick prologue if you want. Thanks!
Prologue
Have you ever done something aweful that you knew you would regret for the rest of your life? Have you ever said something terrible to someone you cared about, and wished you could take it back? I know I have.
But because of who I was, I just kept doing the same things over and over. Like the fool that I was, I kept hurting the same person over and over. I never learned the lesson that I should have learned, until it was too late; And that lesson? I still have yet to learn it.
But because of my arrogance, I lost my life. My real life. The life that I should have used to bring happiness to the person I had once loved, and still do love, but had lost through my stupidity.
Now I just live to feed on on other people's lifes, whether they have something to live for or not. Now I really have no one to care for. Now I have no one to live for. Except the man who supposeably 'saved' me. Not that I had needed saving at the time. I mean I was perfectly fine with the idea of burning up in flames along with my house.
His words of wisdom had made sense to my still adolecent mind at the time.
"Don't throw your life away just because someone you loved died. Everyone must die eventually. Nothing will ever make them come back. The best thing you could hope to do for them now is if you give your all in the life that you live currently. Now let me make you immortal, that way you can live your life to the fullest, forever."
I remember how smooth and charming those same exact words seemed when they left his lips. Yet like the idiot I was, I fell for them too.
At least he had been right about one thing though, nothing would have brought my dear, sweet and loving older brother back from the dead. That was unless, he was already immortal too.
