Being human and its characters belong to Toby Whithouse and the BBC. This storyline was inspired by a discussion on the blog about previous programs dealing with the supernatural world.
Night. Most town people pretend they like the night because they think they pretend they can get it tamed by lights and sounds. Night in the country is less civilized, darker and thus more honest.
Night is not for the faint hearted. Night is the right place for the scary creatures to come out, to prowl and seize.
Night is just a dark hemisphere while the other side benefits for the glaring sun. Night is just the absence of stellar lights. Most of the universe lives in darkness. Night is not absence of life.
The human looked for a last time at the semi-detached house at the corner of the street. The revived engine softly roared and the middle-range black car drove off as two men walked to the house. Winter nights. Though it was still 5pm. Workers coming home. Bread earners. Having toiled through blood, sweat and tears.
The driver smiled as she could see that only one man was showing in her rear view mirror. A young woman unseen by the pedestrians who walked up the steep road welcomed them. Again she was not showing in the mirror. Yet the three would be humans were behaving oh-so normally. Tomorrow would be pay day therefore bills-settling day. The pleasures of being human…
The car turned left at the end of the street. Anonymous.
Tom raised his head and sniffed hard.
"What is it this time, Tom? "
Before each lunar cycle, the young wolf's sense of smell was keener. Last month, convinced he had discovered some danger ahead, his heightened power had led in to the carcass of a dead cat much to Hal's disgust. Tomorrow evening, Tom would lock himself in the cellar. Tonight, his smell was telling him something was amiss.
"It is gone. Now, it is gone. Not human, not human at all. Weird…"
"Supernatural."
Alex looked interested. The young ghost was fascinated by her new world. Her super-natural world.
"I really don't know. It smelled… eerie. Not human, yet… not supernatural. Un-human?"
The vampire sighed. Tom and Alex might be a powerful werewolf and a teleporting disembodied spirit. They were also two very green inexperienced super naturals. They needed his help just like he needed theirs to prevent him turning Wales into a cemetery.
"There is a re-run of Time Team in 20 minutes. We better not dally outside; it is getting cold"
The trio entered inside the house.
By now, the car which they had passed had reached the outskirts of Cardiff.
It was really a simple black car. A car for which all street lights would turn or remain green till it reached its destination. An abandoned airbase.