This is the deleted Scene "Hider in the House" That can be found on BBC's Youtube channel.
Summary: Hider in the House: Mitchell and George discover an unknown woman sitting upstairs in an armchair.Everyone dies… Wait, everyone deserves a death. Annie was going to die of old age, that was the plan…
Mitchell was going to go down in a blaze of guns, fire and glory, not cold and alone and scared. He didn't think death would smile at him first. Death was always a certainty, the punch line we could all see coming. But not for Mitchell. For a vampire, death isn't the end, but the beginning.
There was a small group of people in the house, all dressed in black with white shirts and ties. Most people would think they were mourning someone's death. And most people would've been right. Annie sat there, overlooked and forgotten, unnatural and supernatural, watching the dance from the sidelines. At least she was surrounded by friends and family.
"Why won't anybody look at me?" She screamed, tears falling down her face.
"Hello! It's me Annie!"
"Anyone?" In the end, she gave up calling, shouting screaming, and just sat, and sat… And sat. The day's flying by like minutes, people coming in to view the house. Annie didn't like this, this was her home, not anybody elses! She didn't want to share it. She just sat with her middle finger up as another couple came in, viewing the house most probably.
All you want to know, is that someone is there for you. That feel of knowing they're saying, 'it's okay, I'm here.' That hunger and passion to feel it, might even make you drag other people into your world of the dead, even if it means turning them into monsters too.
Then there are the ones like George, the one's that should've died when shot… But they didn't, healed and then they were okay again. They are the ones who walk away from the train wreck, just get up and literally, walk away. Scarred though, transformed, into something stronger, and better at a full moon… A werewolf.
Then there's Annie, all alone, helpless, rejected… Unknowing. A ghost, lingering in the present, sometimes unable to find their past, waiting for their door to rest and freedom.
Annie stood at the window, peering around the curtain grimacing. A tall man, slender with black curls hanging over his face, could be seen pulling out large stuffed plastic bin bags from the boot of the rusted old car. At least get a decent car… sheesh. Annie thought to herself, watching as another man got out, this one, a mousey blonde, with short hair and glasses. He looked weak and limp, and helpless… Annie chuckled to herself, she'd show them that this house belonged to her. The taller man gave all the bin bags to the shorter weaker one, who glanced up at the window, whilst the other pulled out a television, balanced it on his shoulders and wandered off. The shorter one saw Annie, but convinced himself he was hallucinating. Annie startled, jumped back. She chuckled to herself again, what was she kidding, he couldn't see her. But by the time she'd peered around the curtain again they were already unlocking the front door. They'd stepped in and placed down their belongings, and were still talking.
"We could just… Like get a cage and pop it in your room…" The taller one said.
"N-n-no! The house is separate, I'm not changing in the house. It's separate!"
"So… What're you going to do?" The taller one asked.
"Haven't got a clue." The other replied. when the taller one stopped and looked at the wall. He placed down the Television with caution and glared at the red paint on the wall. Reading:
GET OUT!
"Sheesh…" He said wandering up to it, getting his index and his forefinger and rubbing it along the paint.
"Sheesh…" The shorter one mumbled also cocking his head to look at it. "
"Still wet too!" The taller on commented plainly, but clearly annoyed. He shrugged it off and wandered into the kitchen.
"But… Is it in b-b-blood?" The other stuttered.
"Blood?" The taller came back in and smirked, "You try writing anything in blood it's totally impractical!" He exclaimed, hearing a loud bang, they both looked up startled.
"Go see what that was…" The taller one said, giving the shorter a shove.
"No! Why me?" He questioned.
"Because you're… You're, stocky. You'd be good in fights!"
"Stocky? I'm not stocky!" The shorter replied, giving the other a weird look.
"Well you know in a cartoon when a safe falls on someone and-" The taller was cut off by another crash, this time he grabbed an umbrella and prodded the shorter.
"Go!" He commanded, so the shorter grabbed a cricket bat and began to gingerly climb the stairs, they sprinted into an empty room with only an armchair, a table and a window and as they did so, they tripped over each other. They corrected themselves and stood up, holding the umbrella and cricket bat in a threatening way.
"Who the bloody hell are you!" The shorter asked in a high pitched voice glaring at a woman dressed in black leggings and a grey cardigan. She briefly looked up, and ignored them still chewing her nails. Then she turned around and glanced behind her.
"What?" She paused, wide eyed. "Can you see me?" She asked.
"Of course I – Who are you?" The shorter asked again.
"George…" The taller tried to interrupt the man called George, but he was having none of it.
"You can see me!" The girl exclaimed standing on her chair, "Can you see me do this?" She waved her arms about wildly.
"W-w-what are you talking about?" George asked, clearly confused.
"George…" The other started again, but was interrupted by the girl.
"God! You can hear me too!" She pointed at the other man. "I don't believe this!" She exclaimed.
"You don't believe this… I don't believe this! Mitchell call the police." George said glancing at Mitchell. "Did you write that on our wall? That'd better come off!" He exclaimed.
"George, hang on!" Yet the man called Mitchell was interrupted again by the girl.
"Oh this is incredible!" She exclaimed.
"Mitchell! Call the police!" George said again, this time urgently.
"No… It's okay!" Mitchell said calmly.
"It is certainly not okay! We have paid a deposit!" George exclaimed.
"George! Shut up!" Mitchell paused, "She's a ghost." The girl looked taken aback.
"Your point being?" She asked, the other two said nothing but looked at each other.
And that's how Mitchell, George and Annie met. A vampire, a werewolf and a ghost share a house in Bristol.