Heyo! So firstly, thank you for the reviews! I've got 2 more chapters after this (they should hopefully be better than this one!). Had to really cut this one down. Enjoy! P.s. I dont't own BH.

Huddled in a thick wool jumper, Nina leaned casually against the kitchen counter, cradling a steaming mug of coffee. She really needed the coffee; Annie had returned two days ago and an emotional, exhausting two days they had been. Inhaling the deep aroma, Nina tried to steady her racing mind, listening to background chit chat.

Four months ago Nina would never have imagined she'd be living in the shadows of a freezing damp cottage in the middle of nowhere with her werewolf boyfriend and his vampire best friend, both morning the loss of their Annie, a ghost would you believe. And, she was werewolf too.

God, a werewolf! That wasn't something you prepare yourself for. When George gave her the curse, she'd held up ok at first, hell she continued on at work! Until the reality set in, hitting her full force, traumatizing.

Sometimes Nina had to pinch herself, remember she was lucky she had not been alone. Three supernatural beings had ushered her into their sanctuary, wanting to do nothing but help. And how had she repaid them?

Maybe she had been naive to believe there was a cure. If it could be spread, surely it could be counteracted. She believed in the sciences, couldn't wrap her head around the physiological implications. Maybe her nursing background was why Nina so readily trusted Lucy. She didn't believe in the faith, but in the science she could try. God how wrong had she been?

Mitchell resented her for what happened, as did she. At the same time she felt anger towards him too, how could he be so hypocritical?

When she looked at Mitchell, really delved into his character, she was torn. There was a balance to Mitchell, good versus bad, but were they really two different personas? At one point she tried to imagine fighting against the werewolf transformation in the full moon, wondering if that was anything like Mitchell fighting the blood lust. His entire nature repulsed her. Thankfully she had never met John Mitchell.

Mitchell was the charmer, and a decent guy. Yeah, a year ago or so she wouldn't have said no, she was a woman. Her mind boggled that he had all this life experience, yet appeared young. She understood George's reasoning's. Mitchell was a good person, just had the occasional murdering tendencies.

God, when Mitchell brought Lucy into the cottage, she wanted to throttle him, and then Lucy. After everything, how could he just forgive and forget. In all fairness, she knew what Mitchell would do to Kemp, and it wouldn't involve a sympathetic hand. If he hadn't brought back Lucy, they would never have seen Annie again.

Thinking back to when she first met Annie, one thing constantly drove her mad. She was sharing residence with someone who new what lay beyond death. Annie was a walking, talking temptation of what was next and yet she could never ask her. Nina questioned George if he knew back in Bristol; however he said they never told him. They? She'd never considered Mitchell would know, it made sense now considering he died to become what he is. She pestered George for more, but he was resilient.

Standing in the hallway a couple of days after Annie's return, she couldn't help but overhear Mitchell and George's conversation. Didn't mean to overhear, worried about Annie. "What happened to her Mitchell? Where was she?". There was a pregnant pause and Nina knew exactly what they were discussing. "Honestly? I don't know. She hasn't said anything about it," Mitchell sighed, "she won't say anything about it". A silent understanding followed. Mitchell and Annie had shared the dark secret about death. Mitchell being out of the loop was unsettling. Not knowing was probably worse than knowing. It meant it was bad.

Nina was aware George had been doing his best, being proactive as usual. He never said Annie's name out loud, as though it would shatter his stability. And no one touched the kettle; she learned that the hard way.

So she supported George as much as she could, avoided Mitchell when possible, and dove into her research. Hell, since she caught Lucy's attention, she surely could find Annie. She became obsessed. She despised Lucy's book of utter bullshit, yet she couldn't quite bin it. It lay as a constant reminder of how Nina could be perceived by outsiders.

Laughter, actual gurgling laughter, brought Nina back to observing the reunited three, squeezed around the cramped kitchen table. George was jabbering on about his new job in the cafe, mentioning some sort of sheep invasion, while Annie and Mitchell chuckled with his over exaggerated gestures. They were far chirpier, was that the expression? Heads held a little higher and after a while they'd even started using the kettle again. She noticed Annie still never made tea or coffee, in fact she still had not touched the kettle. Not yet anyway. They made sure Annie was never alone and she relished the company.

For the first time in a good while she felt more at ease and actually allowed a faint, effortless smile to etch her face. It was an odd sensation to feel the corner of her lips twitch. For two months, anger, guilt and sadness had ruled their shadowed lives. The void of negative emotions was finally broken.

When Annie first appeared, Nina struggled to muffle her horror. The ragged Annie was a long way off from the warm, bubbly Annie she'd met before; a complete shock to the system. From a nurses perspective, and friends, the returning colour to Annie's face and bouncy curls, relieved her worried heart. George would have struggled to move on if Annie's appearance had not change for the better. At least he slept easier now.

The greatest change was in Mitchell. He smiled, now, although his face appeared edged with an unpleasant knowledge of what he had done, or become. A smile ragged with the consequences.

Nina was very conscious of the closeness between Mitchell and Annie. Chairs scooted so close together their bodies were almost touching, Mitchell's hand lightly caressing Annie's lower back, supporting her, Annie twisting the Celtic rings on his fingers. She adored how blissfully unaware George was. She was pretty sure Annie and Mitchell were unaware of their actions too. Probably needed their heads banged together, Nina chuckled. A little loudly because three pairs of eyes spun around expectantly. Nina pointed to her coffee, "Went down the wrong way".

Nina had never really thought about what they would do now, they had found Lucy and Kemp, they had brought back Annie. They couldn't live sheltered forever. She'd heard about the lists George made, laughed about them, but now she wished she had one. Where do they go from here? What now?

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