First ever fic, please be kind :) Any reviews and help more than welcome.
Sadly, I do not own Being Human.
But I promise to put them back nicely when finished.
Diary of M. Tailor 3rd September 2012
I've been sent to Barry Island for business, much to my distain. The job I'm supposed to do now I'm here well that doesn't seem to exist. What I was told to do this week was to sort out the remaining estate and insurance claims on a place called 'Stokers Import and Exports' it was apparently wiped out by a gas explosion. But I've come to an absolute dead end on the matter. I can't find anything out about it, there's nothing left of the place; no records, reports I couldn't even say what it was they were Importing/Exporting. It's like the site was beamed up by, by I don't know, a UFO!
The client I'm doing all this for? Well, there's another I know is they're arrogant, rude and aren't used to not getting what they want. No names were even mentioned, I mean usually I'd never take up such a job; but with you as my confident Diary the cash I was offered! Well I couldn't resist, when this is all over if I find what they're looking for I'm going to have a lovely long break somewhere warm. One thing's for sure I won't be holidaying in Wales!
As I write in you I'm sitting in this greasy spoon, trying to work out what I'm going to do about accommodation. Ah yes, that's the other thing. Accommodation, see nobodies booked anything and every single hotel/B&B I've been to so far has been full. Why on earth I don't know.
So at present I'm stuck in Barry, on a wild goose chase, with nowhere to stay. The only good thing about this trip so far is that 'The Café On The Corner' does a nice cup of tea. I sincerely hope Diary, that my next entry is a happier one.
Besides this trip can't get any worse right?
Hal was defrosting the freezer when Alex rent-a-ghosted in making him jump up and bang his head on the ice covered shelf.
"There's a man wearing a suit coming up the driveway, he looks really mad."
Hal sighed, shut his eyes, clenched his fists and counted to 3 "If you hadn't noticed Alex I am a little busy right now. Ignore him, if he doesn't go away go and bother Tom. You know I can't be around people."
"Erm, yeah but if you paid any attention to anything other than the cleaning you'd know that Tom's at work right now. And besides what if he's a vampire, what am I supposed to do then?"
Alex who in the past was fairly fearless when it came to men and fighting shuddered at thought of the last vampire who entered the house without an invite. Even though she hadn't eaten anything for months the image of Cutler melting made her feel sick.
There was a knocking on the door causing them both to turn around. Hal stood up from the freezer and waved a marigold covered hand at Alex's worried face to get her attention.
"Look just rent-a-ghost over there and tell me what he looks like, most likely it's just some person trying to sell windows or insurance or whatever it is they sell door to door nowadays. He won't see you and we can pretend no ones in."
The knocking got louder and more persistent. Alex reluctantly did as he said, muttering under her breath as she disappeared.
"Ok, he's kinda medium height, in a suit, looks in his thirties/forties? Bit overweight, face looks rather red. Oh, and he's got a brief case and a big bag with him. I'm not sure whether he can see me, I don't think he does"
"Great. Ignore him." Hal stuck his head back in amid the ice, rolling his eyes. Every single time he tried to do anything in this house no matter what it was he got interrupted. This was his forth try at the task, any more distractions and he was not going to be so pleasant. Thinking of his time in the chair had not helped his mood. Sometimes, he thought to himself, I wonder why I even bother with all this routine nonsense. He exhaled and went back to work.
The knocking at the door continued "Hello, anybody in there? I need a room." A gruff and muffled voice came from outside.
The man walked round from the door to the window and peered in, putting his hands and face against the glass. He remained there like that far longer than Alex liked.
"Er Hal he's not going away"
"FINE THEN!" Hal snapped, with such fury that she jumped backwards startled. "Answer the door if you must, just do not bother me again!"
Alex went to the door and opened it to a man whose frown was replaced with a look of astonishment as he stared at an empty entrance hall.
"Hello?" He said questioningly standing just outside the threshold.
"Whoever you are your not invit-" Alex started to say before she was interrupted by the man stepping straight through her followed by his luggage. "How rude!" she said. The shock of being walked through unnerved her so much she couldn't think of anything sarcastic to say.
The man dumped his luggage and stood at what used to be the reception desk, leaning on it in annoyance and hitting the bell several times.
"Excuse me! Hello, I need a room."
Hal on hearing the commotion sped into the room, still wearing the marigolds "Oh for god's sake what now!" He shouted, flicking icy water all over place.
He stopped dead when he caught sight of the human at the reception behind the bar. Blood pumping in the man's scarlet complexion, his pulse loud from the walk up the steep street laden with his luggage. The scent calling to him to taste it, everything he wanted and everything he deserved not even 5M away from him.
Hal swallowed.