With the upcoming U.S. version of Being Human I decided to check out the original. It was addictive and amazing. As I was listening to Pandora, Ben Harper's Angel came on and I was inspired to write this.
Disclaimer: I don't own Being Human or the characters.
Set after the Season 2 finale.
Waiting on an angel, one to carry me home, hope you come see me soon, cause I don't want to go alone…
Angels meant warmth and light. White wings and halos. Purity. At least that's what Annie had grown up thinking. She guessed that she'd never really thought much about the afterlife before her loving fiancée had decided to shove her down a flight of stairs. Even so, if someone had told her that her guiding light would be a bloodthirsty vampire with figurative (and at times, not so figurative) blood on his hands, she would have told them that they were mental.
Yet here she was, sentenced and about to serve her time, and it was Mitchell come to save her.
He made her feel safe. The kind of safe like nothing could ever happen to her so long as she knew that he was out there looking after her. Safe wasn't something that she felt often. She would have thought that being dead would at least have the perk of not having to worry about any sort of untimely demise. But then there were whispers behind doors and purgatory.
And hell. Maybe she was slightly biased and she wasn't quite sure about all the rules, but she felt that her punishment was just a bit harsh.
Angels were supposed to be warmth and light. White wings. Pure. The person who brought her home was dark and cold. Tainted. Cursed.
But he'd gone through hell and back just to lead her home.