/Supernatural Au. Alfred gets turned into a Succubus and moves to avoid anyone he knows from finding out. He moves in with his two new roommate, Rosa (Nyo!England) and Francis, who are also supernatural creatures. They find out that they actually have another roommate, a shy ghost named Abigail (Nyo!Canada)./
Alfred wanted to cry. He wanted, so desperately to curl up in a ball and cry. Cry and cry and cry until his throat was raw and his stomach hurt and his eyes were dry. But he didn't.
He squared his shoulders and sucked in a deep breath and bit his tongue as he smiled. He had to be strong, he had to be the bigger man. He had to give up the woman he loved and be her man of honour. He had to watch her get married and give a toast and resist the urge to shout 'I object!'
Alfred wanted her to be happy, and her happiness mattered more than his own. So he held his tongue and smiled and shook her husband's hand with a good natured smile. He would be lying if he said he didn't let a few tears slip when she came down the aisle.
Her pinkish-blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves and her cerulean eyes sparkled with happiness. He quickly wiped his eyes and sent the biggest smile he could muster when she looked his direction for reassurance.
When the wedding and everything after was over, he gave her a big hug and wished her well with her new marriage before taking his leave. On the ride back to his lonely, lonely apartment, he cried and cried. Everything ached and he felt empty. He didn't like this feeling at all, but ignored it.
Alfred parked the car in his drive way and went inside to change before heading to the local bar. Before he knew it he was as drunk as he could be until they cut him off. He stumbled to the dance floor and began to move. On thing lead go another and the next thing he knew he was pressed against a wall, sucking faces with some blonde haired Danish guy.
They made it back to Alfred apartment and miraculously made it to his bed. The next was filled with loud moans and whimpers, hickies and bruises from gripping too tight. The Danish man left before Alfred woke up, but was kind enough to make him coffee and leave some aspirin out.
This process continued for God knows how long. He would get drunk, find someone and head back to his house. He felt to deprived if he wasn't with someone. At some point he realized that he relied on sex, he craved it, he fed off it. He felt stronger, more energized and soon enough he found himself waking up next to empty husks of the people. He just smirked, they now felt what he felt the day she decided she didn't need him. They now knew what it was like to feel empty.
He disposed of the bodies, taking it calmly. That is, until he woke up next to Matthew. A guy from work who had been pining after him for ages. He felt awful. He wanted throw up, but couldn't remember the last time he had eaten real food. He panicked for a solid ten minutes before taking care of the corpse.
He spent the next couple of days trying to get his life back on track. He made himself feel at least somewhat human. He found an ad for a wanted roommate. He went and met his new roommates, packed everything he owned and left.
Alfred liked his new roommates. They were nice. They were like him. They were freaks, monsters, the things that went bump in the night. He knew he was going to like it here.
/Alrighty, chapter one! Kinda like a pilot episode. Heavily inspired by Being Human, which can be found on Netflix. Alfred is a Succubus, Rosa is a Vampire, Francis is a Werewolf and Abigail is a ghost. Please enjoy!/
