Sorry this has been so long, but if it's any consolation the finale inspired me to continue this! While this story is now AU, I have borrowed background details on the Trinity for this story.

As always, please feel free to leave a review and do let me know if I make any mistakes with accents/word choices! :)

Finally, the wonderful, incomparable Being Human does not belong to me.


~Chapter Nine

Tom looked at Hal. The vampire was right sad an' all. He'd never seen Hal in such a state afore. He was cryin'. Goin' on about how he'd failed Annie an' Eve. How he should've died instead of them. Well, he had a point, right enough. It weren't Annie an' Eve who should 'ave died. It should'ave been him. Tom McNair. He'd tried to save an' protect that baby an' all he'd gotten done was seeing her dead. Blown to bits an' all.

Why'd he always manage to get out alive an' aught? His real parents. His dad. Nina an' George. An' now Eve. An' Annie (even if she were dead an' all tah begin with). The tears wouldn't stop. He rubbed his eyes. Not to stop the tears. The tears were proper. He was still alive an' all. His friends, his family—dead. That weren't right.

Mad. He were mad a' himself. That mad that made him want tah hit somethin'. To bang his head against the wall. To run an' run an' run until he couldn't breathe no more. That'd make the pain go away. An' he could forget the feelin' he weren't whole for a might longer.

He'd only managed tah cope with losing McNair because he knew George an' Nina were out there. The pack. A new family—in a lovely big house with all 'em empty rooms. An' there were vampires tah kill. For killin' Nina. An' then George had died. But he'd left Tom Eve tah protect. Made him promise. An' now he'd failed that promise. 'Cause Eve was dead.

Tom wished Allison were here. She'd know what to do. The nice things to say for the service. She'd give a beautiful speech—one fittin' for baby Eve an' Annie. Better than his own words. He'd never been one for fancy talkin'. Actions and the like were more his thing. What he was good at. If Allison had been here she would have known jest what tah say. He'd thought about calling her or somethin'. But her parents. An' he didn't want to be dragging her back into this life. She were a brilliant girl. Meant to be a barrister. Barristers didn't go with the likes of him. Mr. Cutler had taught him that. He weren't fit for a posh life. What was he fit for?

He'd failed them. All he could think of was their faces. Eve. Annie. George. McNair. Nina. McNair. Annie. George. Eve. The names. Over an' over. All dead. All gone. With him left. What was he still here for?

Then he saw Hal. A bloodsucker, a dirty vampire. Or so McNair would've said. But he looked so lost. Cryin' over there—sobbing fit tah break yer heart. Fighting with the death of his friends too. An' fighting the blood. Tom's heart sank. He'd failed Hal too. Never should'ave let him go to them vampires alone. There'd be blood. How was he meant tah stay clean? Tom—well, he'd been so worried an' all about Eve he clean forgot about Hal. An' the vampire needed help.

Maybe that was why Tom McNair was still around. Hal. Somebody needed tah look after the daft vampire. Look at him. Total wreck, he was. Hal may have gone a bit mad back there, but he was sorry. Anyone could see that.

So Tom went up to his friend. "Hal?" He asked.

"Jesus Tom—I'm so sorry! Annie and Eve don't deserve this; they should be alive and here I am, ruining their memorial service."

"Nahhhhh. You've done nothing of tha sort!" Tom blustered. But McNair'd raised him not tah lie. And Hal clearly weren't buying his talk. So he cringed and said "Well maybe yah did a bit." Hal's face fell. Tom felt horrible, mean. He gathered up his biggest smile and said brightly "But ye're sorry now! That's whot matters! Right Alex?"

Both Hal and Alex were looking at him like he was mental. Or somethin'. Didn't they believe yah could change? Or were they all stuck? Stuck in this life? Vampires, ghosts, an' werewolves. Not proper humans. Like Mr. Cutler had said?

Nah. It couldn't be so. Hal, he jest needed help. Alex too. They'd find her unfinished business an' then she'd go. Pass over. All peaceful like. He'd do it. He, Tom McNair, would see it done. His dad would be proud of him, helping the ladies and all. Being nice and polite. He'd be less pleased about the bloody vampire. But then McNair hadn't killed Mr. Mitchell or aught. An' unlike Mr. Mitchell, Hal hadn't killed nobody yet. Hal jest needed to stay that way…..