A Doctor Who and Being Human Crossover:
Bad Bite – Chapter 2
He pulled away from Rose and prepared to drink her blood, as he saw it fall down her neck and onto her blue sweater. He suddenly caught eye contact, seeing the silent plea in her eyes. John Mitchell became overwhelmed with guilt, flowing rapidly inside him. He shifted away from her, by a few inches.
"I'm so sorry," he said, with his voice trembling, showing the guilt, "Oh God, what the hell have I done?"
Mitchell looked back at the blood covered Rose. She was losing rapid amounts of blood and wasn't likely to live much longer. Her life was draining away and she was dying. Rose only had moments left. There was a way to save her. Mitchell knew this – recruit her! Change her into a vampire! But if this happened, she may not totally be Rose again.
In the last few moments of her human life, Mitchell cut his wrist with a piece of beer bottle glass and let a few drops of his blood drip into Rose's mouth. Rose struggled, but gave an awkward swallow. She glanced up at Mitchell, turning her head weakly. Suddenly, her eyes closed and she began to lose consciousness. Mitchell felt for her pulse, sensing that it decreased rapidly.
Oh for the love of Christ, tell me this is going to work, Mitchell thought, I don't want to end up properly killing another person.
Mitchell scooped Rose up in his arms, ignoring the remaining scent of her tempting luscious blood. He decided to take her back to Honolulu Heights, the B&B he rented with werewolves, George and Nina, followed by ghost and former lover, Annie. He dreaded the thought of having to tell them about the accident. But it was her scent; that different scent that had triggered the lust. She had smelled of so many places, so she clearly couldn't have been from around here. But compared to all his other victims, Rose's scent was nothing but irresistible, considering it had just wiped away his will power.
Mitchell unlocked the door, carrying Rose inside, immediately taking her up to one of the spare rooms and laying her on the bed. Then he closed the door behind him and immediately ran downstairs, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. Mitchell took a large gulp of the glass and slumped on the sofa. He was racked with guilt for what he had done to Rose; he'd practically drained her life from her.
Half an hour later, George, Nina and Annie arrived home. They were laughing, but suddenly stopped when they noticed Mitchell sitting depressed.
"Mitchell, are you okay?" Annie asked.
"You look a bit down in the dumps," George commented.
"Bad day at work," Mitchell lied.
"Well I'm sure we can find a way to cheer you up," Annie said.
She perched next to Mitchell and kissed him gently. After she pulled away, Mitchell smiled weakly.
"We better start cooking dinner," Nina mentioned.
"And the Real Hustle is on tonight," George added.
George, no matter how hard he was trying, was desperate to cheer his best friend up. But curled up watching The Real Hustlewith his friends, wouldn't help Mitchell to forget that he had recruited Rose, considering she was lying upstairs and may wake up blood thirsty at any moment.
After a few hours, the four housemates were curled up on the couch, with the TV showing The Real Hustle. This had been George's idea, as it was his favourite television programme. George, Annie and Nina seemed to get quite into the show. However, Mitchell just couldn't seem to stop worrying about Rose. He'd kept thinking things like, What next? Do I tell her friends? Do I tell her family?
Upstairs, Rose Tyler was lying motionless and still. Suddenly, she awoke, gasping heavily. The whole of her eyes were deep black, like the endless sky. A second later, her eyes changed back to their normal colour. Rose sat up, unaware of her surroundings.
How the hell did I get here, she thought worriedly.
Rose leapt up off the bed and sprinted downstairs, feeling fractionally faster than she remembered. She charged into the living room/bar area where the four housemates were. George did a double take when he saw Rose standing in the doorway.
"Where am I ?" Rose suddenly asked, as George looked at her, shocked.
"Uh…who are you?" George asked alarmed; his voice had slightly begun to rise to being mildly high pitched.
The others suddenly turned.
"Oh my God, she's covered in blood!" Annie exclaimed, gaping at Rose's sweater.
Rose casually tucked her hair behind her ears, also revealing the bite marks on one side of her neck. The housemates noticed, and Mitchell looked down, facing the ground in guilt. Suddenly, George turned at the mirror and noticed Rose's reflection was missing. Then he turned to Mitchell, with a very serious look on his face and said, "Mitchell, what the hell have you done?"
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