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The idea of this story comes from a program called Being Human about a werewolf, vampire and ghost living together. So I've taken the idea and made it my own, so therefore the plot is very different from the show. You don't have to have seen it to understand this story…but I really do recommend you watch it on youtube or something because it really is awesome =P Me loves…So yeah, this is really different from the show so please, don't think I'm stealing ideas. I'm not. Just the name and the fact that a ghost, a vampire and a werewolf are living together…anyways…I'll stop rambling…please enjoy =D

Disclaimer: I shall only say this once…these things annoy me. I OWN NOTHING! Really…people, places such and such are owned by their respective owners and if you don't know who they are I gots one word for ya: Google.

I don't own that either unfortunately…I'm sure I'd make a killing if I did…

Warnings – contains some strong language and boys lovin boysssss … don't like don't read =P

Being Human

Chapter 1

Survival, Friendship, Memories and the Truth.

Being is. Being is in-itself. Being is what it is.
Jean-Paul Sartre

Three years.

survived

It had been three years.

existed

Three whole years.

suffered

Two of which they had known about each other. Known each other's secrets. Known what each other was. And it was scary. Scary how two of probably the most dangerous creatures on the planet had come together like this. To survive.

Survival was a funny thing. According to scientists it's the only thing that we really know. Everything our life involves is based on this natural this instinct to survive. To make it through the world each day, with fresh blood pumping through our veins and air inflating our lungs. Everything else is just to make our survival comfortable. Safe. Because everyone just wants the feeling of normalcy in their lives.

To learn, to create, to succeed and most importantly…to belong.

Belong.

Sora wished he did. But now…he wasn't quite sure. Its said that in the darkest of times humans will seek refuge within each other…

Did that even apply to him? The boy who wasn't even sure if he was meant to be alive. The boy who had long forgotten what in was like to even feel normal.

Human.

Oh he was beyond that. To everyone else three years won't have been much. But to him it had almost been a lifetime.

A lifetime of running.

pain

And hiding.

growls

Fearing for his own measly existence.

screams

And sometimes hating it.

ripping flesh

Yet here he was. Stood in a seemingly empty room, staring at clumps of plaster detaching themselves from the walls that were painted a horrible shade of pink.

That was going to be the first thing to go.

Sora turned to the other who was stood in the doorframe jangling keys and looking rather pleased with himself.

"Seriously?" He asked, not quite believing that after months of planning and searching this was all they could get.

"It was cheap." Was his answer and he rolled his eyes and began again, surveying the room.

"I wonder why…" Sora said dryly, looking disgustedly at the small line of mould slowly festering the corner of the room.

Correction. That. Would be the first thing to go. The brunette sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a long, slow breath.

"Riku, you really expect us to live here? This place is a dump." Riku rolled his eyes, walking into the room to ruffling the younger boys hair before grabbing his chin and pulling it toward him; leaning down as he did so his and Sora's eyes were level.

"Don't be so melodramatic. All this place needs is a little TLC ok?" Sora glared slightly at the implication that he was being overdramatic. As if.

Blowing at the strand of silver hair that had fallen in front of their faces and was now tickling his nose, the brunette twisted his head out of Riku's grasp and bumped past him huffing a "Whatever" as he left.

Riku whistled. "Heh…someone's time of the month." He said to no one but the wall and its clumps of falling plaster.

"I heard that!"

-- --

Riku had to admit; the last person he expected to run into at that small, badly lit bar was Sora Ohori. It was nice though. He hadn't seen the boy in over twelve months and he was just grateful he was alive. After the unexpected fatality of the boy's friend and his even more unexpected disappearance Riku did worry. The world was filled with nothing but bad omens at the minute and he was sure that that was what had gotten the brunette; and yet here they both sat. Chatting away as if nothing had happened and Sora hadn't gone off the radar for twelve months.

In all honesty though, the boy looked a mess, as if he hadn't slept or eaten in weeks.

If only Riku knew.

There was so much the silverette wanted to ask. To find out. Like exactly what Sora had been doing in the twelve months since he left. What had happened to make the brunette leave the one and only person who he had devoted his life to protect? Poor Roxas. After Sora had disappeared he had been nothing but a walking waterfall of emotion. Always thinking the worst, there was no note, no call, no last words spared as the elder took off. Just the memories of a brother who had walked.

Riku frowned. Care. Caring. That's what Sora was. Nothing but caring. And yet he had left his brother all alone to deal with nothing but speculation amongst the islanders about the true cause of tragic 'accident'. The one that had involved Sora and that boy. Well, man. He and Sora were so close. Almost like brothers. They had ruled out murder; Sora had been hurt as well. Riku was sure that the scars were still as prominently disgusting now as they were then. He hadn't mentioned that of course when the brunette had showed him, though they were still bloody gashes when he got his look. He remembered holding back the small look of repulsion that had tried to make its way onto his face. He remembered simply offering a small smile, before, out of blind perverted curiosity, he stroked the tattered skin around the half pulled off bandage, not wanting to touch the wound. It really was horrible. But that sick, twisted part of himself found it fascinating.

What the fuck had done that?

An animal attack they claimed. A really vicious animal attack. Now Riku had seen a lot in all his lifetime. A lot. A lot of really really weird shit. But this…this was different. It was as if something had tried to rip his shoulder blade off. And the man who was with him. Well, they didn't disclose much about him…only that although he was still alive when they were found, though the sight of his chest ripped open and the view of his insides and lower intestines never gave much hope.

He never made it to the hospital.

And Sora…Sora had survived.

Be he was not the same afterwards. He had lost a good friend. A very good friend. A friend that Riku was almost jealous of. He had had Sora's complete and utter dedication, and the boy was sure there was something more going on between them. But nothing was ever said. Nothing was ever proved.

So Riku never said anything, too frightened to think that if he did he would lose the only person who ever made him feel. That ever made him want to live on. And then that boy was hurt and he spent everyday at that hospital and then at that house consoling the brunette and doing anything and everything humanely possible for the kid in a desperate bid to make him happy.

And then after a month there was another attack. On a man out walking his dog late one night and Sora was gone. The police had thought it was related at first. Sora's disappearance and the attack on the man. But Riku and Roxas and been the first to stand up and argue that never ever would Sora do that; especially with what happened only months before.

Then came the warning. The warning of a dangerous animal on the loose. But after Sora had left there were no more attacks. No more people being torn to shreds and although the two who had died were not forgotten, the incident of the 'dangerous creature' was.

With that Riku left. There was nothing here for him now. There was no Sora.

So you can imagine his joy when a familiar voice called for a beer and a shot of vodka. Though he couldn't quite wrap his mind around the fact that this boy…no, man now. That this man was ordering anything remotely alcoholic.

Sora.

The Prude.

Ordering vodka of all things.

The thought made Riku chuckle. He should really say something. Something suave, cool and witty. Yeah, that was Riku all over.

"Bad day I take it?" Wow…real smooth there Captain Cocky.

He watched as the man next to him suddenly tensed, turning his head slowly toward Riku, pure surprise smashed across his face.

"Ri…Riku??" The silverette smiled, one of those dashing look-at-me-I'm-hot-and-you-know-it smiles.

"Hey Sora. Long time no see."

-- --

Kairi loved life. She really did.

So when she died. It really did suck.

At first she had been scared. She kept on trying to talk to her family that were all gathered in the house that she shared with her boyfriend. No one would answer though; no one could hear her…

She remembered sitting in the corner an hour later crying. Sobbing so hard that her chest began to hurt. Which was weird because she was dead…obviously…so why she was feeling pain was beyond her but yet she felt it.

And what made matters worse she couldn't remember much. Like, how she died. Which was extremely frightening in itself. She wanted to know how it had all ended. She had had so many dreams and ambitions, what the hell had crushed them to pieces…?

Again, the tears emerged however this time they came in slow, steady streams. It was too early, she didn't want to die. She was too young, she had so much to live for.

She didn't want to die.

She never wanted to die.

So she cried. And cried. And cried. And cried.

She didn't want to die.

She never wanted to die.

Life was so important to her.

She didn't want to die.

She never wanted to die.

She had so much going for her.

She didn't want to die.

She had so much love to give to him.

She didn't want to die.

She had so much to give to the world.

…shedidntwanttodiesheneverwantedtodie…

She was scared.

shiver

Her heart shuddered.

shudder

Then everything went black.

darkness

-- --

He really did wonder how he had ended up in this situation. Bad things always seemed to come to him at the minute.

"I Know what you are Sora."

Well after what you had seen that was no surprise…

The boy didn't reply, just threw on the shirt that the man in front of him had oh so graciously brought him after he stalked him into the forest, saw his curse awaken and ran (natural reaction), only to shock Sora by returning in the morning with a bag of clean clothes and an interrogation.

"Sora."

The brunette ignored him; it wasn't like he wanted this to happen. He had tried to keep this thing under wraps. Tried so desperately to run and hide all this from the ones he loved and keep them safe. He knew this brought out the worst in him. He had tried his best to not let it get to him. Be happy, chipper Sora. That's how everyone knew him. That's what he liked to believe he was, because he liked being happy and pretending to be normal and that the world was a nice friendly place…

"Sora. Look at me."

…with butterflies and rainbows…

"Sora don't ignore me."

…and lots of beautiful flowers and sunsets…

"I really don't appreciate it."

…and that sea salt ice cream that Roxas loved so much dammit…

"SORA! Look. At. Me."

He really couldn't pretend anymore. His perfect little world became nothing but shattered glass in his mind, and being the stubborn man he was, he refused to grant Riku his request and look at him. No, he found the grassy patch that he had flattened with his naked body whenever he had changed back, much more interesting.

"Why aren't you running?" His voice croaked as Sora watched from the corner of his eye as Riku's look of annoyance quickly changed to confusion.

"What?" The brunette finally looked up, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. Dammit he would not cry.

"Why…are you here? Come to call me freak? Beast? Monster?" Riku averted eyes for only a second then Sora knew, knew there was something. He laughed bitterly.

"Oh I get it…come to take me to the authorities? Come to lock me up forever and throw away the key? Don't worry Riku I wont cause a scene. I know how much you hate being the centre of attention. I'll come quietly like a good little…werewolf." The two stared at each other, neither moving. Sora's eyes narrow and hard, Riku's effortlessly emotionless. Unable to take it anymore Sora's eyes immediately softened and he pulled away from the contact, secretly wishing that he too could have the ability to be so damn impassive.

"No."

The brunette jumped, not expecting the silence to broken and his eyes suddenly raised themselves back to Riku's face.

"What?"

"I said. No. I would never do that Sora. You should know me better than that by now." Sora blinked. Who was this guy kidding, what was he going to do? He could make a gold-mine out of him. The wolf freak. The dangerous wolf freak. But then again, this was Riku. He would never do that…he should know him better but…the world was a harsh place, and even the people you care about most would be willing to betray you if they cared enough about the end prize of the betrayal.

"Sora. I want…I care about you. Let me help. Don't go through this alone. And…don't think yourself as a freak because you're not. And if you are…well…" Riku broke off, smirking lightly and stepping into the light a little more, giving Sora a better view of his face. Damn tree's.

"…You're not the only freak here."

Time seemed to stand still as what only could be explained as darkness, filled Riku's eyes and they lost that aquamarine colouring that Sora loved so much.

Leaving nothing but black slits.

-- --

That all seemed along time ago now, two years to be exact. Riku had taken it so well. But then again considering what Riku was, Sora supposed he'd seen a lot of weird stuff in his time…however long it had been. The silverette, although completely trusting of Sora had refused to tell him his real age…

"Never ask a man they're age. It's rude."

"Actually I believe that saying goes 'never ask a lady…' "

Huff. "Whatever."

Thinking about it, Sora really didn't know all that much about Riku's secret. He knew what he was, that he was 24 when he was bitten, his family had long since died and that he hated feeding on humans…despite the fact that they were so damn addicting.

Sora felt like he should be frightened, he was living with a 'creature of the night' as some called him, but he knew Riku would never hurt him. Not that way anyway, besides, Sora had the DNA of a werewolf…what kind of repercussions would there be if Riku would suddenly get hungry and…no…Sora didn't want to think about that. He was curious about Riku's condition though, as he so aptly put it. Like, for instance, how he could walk around in daylight without turning into a big pile of vampire dust…

"That's nothing but a myth. Passed down generations by idiots. I'm living proof of that…well living so to speak…"

Can he touch Holy Water…?

"Of course not. I'm not exactly in God's good books. If there is a God. Blessed water by those of good magic I think is the most appropriate way to put Holy Water. My mere existence offends…"

If Sora were to stab a wooden stake through Riku's chest would he die?

"Why the hell would you want to do that?"

If Sora were to stab Riku with a normal, bog standard weapon of any sorts would he self heal?

"Erm…yeah. That's why you can't see where I was bitten. Self healed see."

Is there such thing as Dracula?

"Where are you getting these questions? No, there isn't. There's more than likely one head Vampire whose out there somewhere whose probably like…a thousand years old. I've never met him but I can tell you now his name is NOT Dracula…or Vlad or any other stupid name that's stupidly related to us Vampires. We're not born, we're created."

If Sora cut off Riku's head off would he grow another one?

"You watch way too many movies…"

Finally…has Riku found Mina yet? Or is he still waiting for his love…?

THUMP!

"…"

-- --

"He's there. In the house. With…" The sound of sniffing reverberated. "…a werewolf? Riku Riku Riku…what are you up to?" Static rang through the small electronic device clutched in the man's hand, this always happened to him and anything with an electric pulse running through it. The man held the phone closer to his ear.

"They're not doing anything. Do you want me to…? Okay okay, watch and report I get it. God Larxene. Chill out. I'm not an idiot Larxene it- fuck you. It's him. Definitely him. Why are you so interested in him anyway? We've got bigger fish to fry…" Pause "…whatever. I…" Swallow "…cleared…the house out didn't I? Its not my fault he can't do his job and keep it clear. He's a douche. Yeah…" Another pause "…you know him right? No the guy you've got me watching Sherlock…he's one of you isn't he? Did you fuck hi- Okay okay okay! None of my business I get it…I take it you two were close? Hard to believe but ok. What about that other one? You know him? Brunette, short-ish. Seemed pretty tight with him…" Pause "…No?" Silence "Well your silence says otherwise…yeah Larx, you're awesome too…I'm out."

The man in the thick black cloak threw the device onto the ground in front of him, bringing his foot down to crush the phone. It had outlived its usage and he really didn't want anyone else going through the calls or whatever.

Heaving another huge sigh and throwing a hand into his hair, he rubbed it gingerly, trying to figure out what to do next…

Well…he could always go home…?

Yeah…definitely go home…back to bed…with that beauty of his…oh yeah…

Raising an arm up into the air and thanking whatever force that was on his side that the alleyway he was in was hidden and empty he called forth the powers chained to his heart since birth. Flames erupted around him, spinning faster and faster until they engulfed his whole body before they eventually started to drift into nothingness, leaving only a crushed phone and a black scorch mark to litter the floor.

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There we are. Chapter one. Hope you guys enjoyed it and please feel free to review…I love constructive criticism. =D

Until next time…

PC