Summary: Season 1 Episode 1 - The supernatural housemates discover that being human is more difficult than they imagined, as Mitchell struggles to resist his blood lust, and George has nowhere to transform in safety...
Aired: 25th January 2009
"More tea guys?" Annie asked cheerfully, determined to null the fact that she was dead. Mitchell and George groaned almost saying save me.
"What do you mean, ugh…" Annie asked, her smile fading.
"Just… Look, I can't put anything down because every surface is covered in cold and unused mugs of tea and coffee! I go to make myself some tea and I can't because there are no mugs there's no tea because it's all been made!" He paused for breath,
"And you can't drink it, no… You can't drink it, but you keep making it!" He smiled and chuckled in a high pitched version of annoyance. "It's driving me insane!" He exclaimed. Mitchell said nothing but kept munching on the left over pizza.
"Well, I like my routine. It makes me feel… Hmm what's the word. Normal." She beamed, "You done with these?" She asked Mitchell.
"Oh yeah, we're off to work anyway. And it's his time of the month." Mitchell dropped a hint that it was George's transformation tonight.
"I used to just sit there, curled up on the couch, hot water bottle and pride and predujice… And if anyone said anything to me, I would bite their head off!" Annie chuckled taking mugs back to the kitchen. She paused as Mitchell smirked, in disbelief. "I suppose that is a possibility for both of you… You know the… Biting…"
"We'll see ya later." Was all Mitchell said before stepping out the door.
As Mitchell and George arrived at work they were chatting about Annie quietly.
"You should be please for her, she can be seen by others now apart from us! At least she can step outside the house, or walk across the road and ask for a bloody cup of sugar when we need one."
"Don't bring up cups, or mugs… Please. I've just about had it with tea and coffee!" Mitchell chuckled, "Anyway, others move into a new home and they get parasites, but instead we get bloody Casper the flaming ghost!"
"Well, she must have unfinished business or something, and if you want her gone, then we're going to have to find out what it is that's causing her to stay here." Mitchell said plainly opening his locker and stuffing in his stuff, he then pulled out his uniform. He pulled off his shirt but left on his jeans and pulled the crinkly blue uniform over him.
"It's not fair…" George whined banging his head against his locker.
"Yeah… Whatever happened to her was totally unfair… Poor Annie."
"No you dimwit, I'm talking about us." Mitchell looked puzzled.
"The amount of bloody washing up she generates, we didn't create as much washing up as her put together!" He exclaimed. "But anyway, I'm going to go grab some stuff from the emergency room and you can let me out in the morning." George stated picking up his duffle bag, Mitchell gave him a friendly 'Good Luck' hug and then they both went their separate ways.
Mitchell wandered out from cleaning only to see George and Becky (I think that's her name – If not we'll just call her that) standing looking at Laurens memorial service. Mitchell gulped and looked away, he didn't want to remember sinking his teeth into that warm body of hers, feeling the taste of her blood…
"Hey George! Shouldn't you be somewhere?" Mitchell asked through gritted teeth.
"Sh – Ahh… Yeah! I got to go, nice seeing you." George exclaimed running down the halls. As they drove as it was getting dark through the dusted lane toward the forest, Mitchell and George were arguing about where to stop.
"Stop here!" Mitchell said turning the steering wheel causing the car to veer sideways.
"No!" George exclaimed. "A couple more meters!"
"No! Now, get out now! I don't want to get mauled by a bloody great wolf just because you wouldn't stop the car!" Mitchell said forcing George to stop.
"No… George go a couple of meters ahead!"
"You said stop!"
"Just go!" Mitchell shouted, so they continued to drive. But George stopped the car again and got out, he started to run.
"George, but we haven't found a place yet! You can't just transform In the middle of the bloody countryside! You'll kill someone!" Mitchell said, trying to show George reasoning.
"What else am I going to do!"
"Come back to the house."
"I'm not doing this in the house!" George started to run.
"For god sake you can't keep it separate! This is a part of you! George, it's safer there we can contain you!" Mitchell shouted, but George disappeared into the trees. "GEORGE!" He shouted, nothing. So he flung his arms about, clearly exasperated. He wandered back to the car, but George had been experiencing some difficulties to… strip… because everywhere he went, someone was there. Mitchell started the car and was about to drive away when George ran up to him.
"NO!" He said jumping in the car. "No… You were right, we're going back to the house."
"What!" Mitchell asked in disbelief.
"Like you said... It is safer there. So can we go, NOW!" Mitchell started up the car again and they sped away.
"You alright?" Annie asked as George rushed in. "Hey I thought it was a full moon." She said puzzled.
"Change of plan, he's changing in the house."
"I just hovered!" Annie said, clearly upset.
"Close the curtains and turn the music up really loud so they think there's a party going on in here!" George said rushing around.
"Anything you don't want broken Annie, put in your room." Mitchell said hurriedly unplugging the television set.
"What are we going to do, while he's doing his thing?" Annie asked turning up the music. "Can I watch?" She asked. Both men stopped in their tracks and looked at each other. They burst out laughing, but Annie wasn't finding this funny at all.
"I want to see what happens, and you can't hurt me anyway."
"Maybe she should, it's what I mean, it's part of you." Mitchell said, George tired to argue but Annie sheltered herself in the kitchen and waited. As George screamed, Mitchell threw Annie a look telling her to behave and then he left to sit on the doorstep outside with the Television. Just watching George scream in excruciating pain scared Annie half to death. She couldn't cope. She couldn't watch the monster George was becoming, so she rented a ghost and appeared outside next to Mitchell.
"He's gone hasn't he?" She asked sadly. Mitchell nodded and pulled his scarf further up to warm himself. Annie leaned against him, trying not to listen to the smashing and commotion going on inside the house.
In the morning whe it sounded like everything was okay, Mitchell and Annie went back inside.
"Oh my god!" Annie exclaimed looking at the bomb-pit before her. Plates were smashed, the sofa torn to pieces… Bookcases smashed, shelves collapsed. Yet there was George, curled up on the floor in human form, sleeping like a baby and sucking his thumb, laying in the stuffing from the sofa.
Annie was sweeping up when George finally ventured downstairs.
"Hey…" Annie mumbled.
"Hi, oh no…" He looked around, "Where's all our stuff?"
"We saved what we could but there's ten bin bags of crap and wreckage stashed in my bedroom. I'm sensing a trip to Ikea might be somewhere in the future, and you know my feelings about that." Mitchell told George.
"You go outside or something, I'll finish up here."
"Owen rang!" Annie smiled. "And he's coming over!" She beamed now.
"What! Mitchell, why didn't you prevent this?" George exclaimed horrified.
"Because… She kicked me in the shin. The shin George!" Mitchell said.
"I'll hide obviously, but I have a list of questions that you have to ask him." Annie said firmly handing Mitchell a list of questions.
"Are you scre-" Mitchell stopped reading half way in. "I can't ask him that!"
"I always thought she had a thing for him when I was alive, always flirting with him!"
"Is my sister pregnant?" Mitchell read out. "Aww!"
"Yeah, never knew if she could get pregnant or not… Knew she'd been trying though."
"Oh my god! Is everyone taking the stupid pills or something? This is Annie's ex we're talking about, Annie's ex, who buried her! You can't be here… You can't be within ten miles of this place while he's here!"
"I can't have him in the house and not see him!" Annie exclaimed at George. "For Christ sake we were engaged!" She shouted.
"Can you imagine what will happen if he see's you, the effect it will have on him! T-t-the danger it will put us all in!I"
"This isn't about us! This is about, you! Just because you lost your lover now you can't bear the thought of me seeing mine!" Annie shouted at George.
"T-t-that's totally – H-h-how dare you!" George said in a high pitched voice.
"Okay, guys enough! As long as she stays up there, we'll be okay! What's the worst that can happen?" Mitchell intervened.
"Well… let me remind you of the scenario of crowds gathering around our house with torches and pitchforks! I'm sorry, but we have to protect the household!" George mumbled.
"I'm sorry, but we have to protect the household!" George mumbled.
"Well, let me remind you that you just smashed up the household!" Annie said calmly.
"That wasn't me…" George said as the doorbell rang.
"You, upstairs, and you act normal!" Mitchell said glaring at both of them.
"Leave me to the talking…" George opened the door and a curly haired man dressed in a long black winter jacket stepped in.
"Hey, I'm Mitchell, and this is uh – George." Mitchell said firmly shaking hands with the man.
"Owen, how's it goin'?" He asked, but when he looked around he became confused.
"Where's all the furniture?" He asked wandering into the empty living room.
"Uh -, w-w-we thought, you can get so cluttered with the derby of the twenty-first century, and we just thought that m-maybe…"
"I would've thought you'd taken all the furniture to spruce up the place and paint the walls a bit…" Owen said, looking at them oddly.
"Uh, y-yeah, that would've made more sense." Suddenly there was loud bang from the stairs and Mitchell looked at George worriedly.
"Go see what that was." He said plainly, George did as instructed leaving the two of them alone in the so called living room.
"Can I get you, tea, coffee? There are some beers in the fridge if you fancy." Mitchell smiled.
"Oh… Yeah beer would be nice please." Owen vaguely smiled back. George rushed up the stairs, looking about in a hurry of panic and urgency, then he saw Annie leaning against a wall.
"What're you doing?" He whispered urgently. "We can hear you!"
"I just want to see him! I can sneak down and-"
"Are you crazy! He'll see you! And die… of shock!" Annie lit up as George said this. "Annie, that is not an option okay?" Annie nodded and George went back downstairs to see Owen and Mitchell together talking over beers.
"What was it?" Mitchell asked.
"A pigeon." George replied.
"A pigeon?" Owen questioned.
"Yeah… Must've left a window open or something..." George smiled vaguely.
"What did you do with it exactly?" Owen asked, curious.
"I-I-I killed it…" George beamed, Mitchell spat his drink across the floor.
"You killed it!"
"With a shoe…" George mumbled, this obviously freaked Owen out as he stood up.
"I think I must go, nice seeing you, any problems you got my number." He opened the door and nodded his farewell, before leaving.
"How did ya do that… Like stay so calm?"
"Shut up…"
"You're a spy, clearly you've had training because the way you held it together was like it was chilling."
Herrick was at the hospital, performing magic tricks to the staff, who were intrigued by disappearing acts and money spewing from nowhere.
"Ah! There's my friend, I'll come again tomorrow!" Herrick smiled to the disappointed 'aw'.
"Herrick, this isn't your flaming lair, coming here and drinking from people in the night!"
"It was a social gathering, nothing more." Herrick commented. "And who's attacking people in their sleep?" Herrick asked, confused.
"Seth said."
"There's something you might need to know about, uh Seth, he's an absolute flaming idiot! Makes me think though, there are rules to what we can and can't do… Now for instance here's a thought, suppose the world knew of our existence, suppose they had a choice… Whether to become like us or not…" Then Herrick turned on his heel and walked off…
Mitchell stood leaning against the doorframe of a cupboard, holding out his arms collecting towels and bed sheets. What a crappy job I have. He thought, George still ranting on about something. When Becky appeared.
"I need another bed sheet because one of the old ladies has just vomited up her shepherd's pie." She laughed.
"Thanks for that info." Mitchell said plainly.
"You've changed your shampoo… Usually you're all vanilla, now you're minty!" George leaned around the doorframe to peer at Becky.
"How did you know that?" She asked curiously.
"Good sense of smell… That's all." George replied like it was the most normal thing in the world. He handed a sheet to her and she smiled and walked off.
"So, Mitchell you coming to Laurens memorial service with me and the rest of us today?"
"Uh… Nah." Mitchell replied looking at the floor as more towels were stacked up.
George was using the urinal when a young girl with black hair came in, her hair was short and her face slightly doll like, with brown eyes and an evil smile. As George finished he turned around and gasped.
"Did you enjoy my memorial service?" She asked smirking. "Such a shame Mitchell couldn't make it." She chuckled. "But… Then again he might come to yours." George became truly scared, and Laurens smile dropped to a look of sarcastic sorrow.
"Aw! Your face! This must be really confusing, let me explain. Before I died, I had this one odd last thought, and now I'm going to make it yours!"
"You know all the things…" She continued, "That you were scared of when you were little? All the monsters under your bed, they're all real!" Her eyes became ebony and fangs sprouted from her mouth as George backed up terrified. Though she stopped and laughed.
"Okay…" She beamed, "I'm kind of new to this stuff… You're supposed to scream or weep or… Wet yourself." She threw him a hint of what he was meant to do.
"Mitchell did this to you…" Was all George said, through tears.
"What… You know!" She spat. "You know what he is?" She spat again, eyes furious and dark. "Oh oho! Wait a sec, come 'ere!" She grabbed hold of George's uniform and roughly pulled him toward her, she smelt him and glared at nothingness.
"Oh my god!" She exclaimed moving back, retreating at the stench. "A werewolf…" She mumbled to herself, chuckling as she wandered away.
Mitchell was mopping the floor humming a tune to himself as he thought how he could have a better job than this.
"Oh hey George! There's some bacon in the fridge at home-" George strode up the Mitchell and gave him a hard shove.
"Oh, you want to? Go on then!" Mitchell exclaimed as George punched him.
"Lauren! I contain my condition, I hide in a bloody cellar, but you, you… Buy a bottle of wine and spend the night with her… So what is the point of us trying to build up some form of normality! If you're going to knock it down again by attacking our friends and turning them into evil monsters of the night!" He sobbed, "For Christ sake, we knew her, you let me go to her memorial!"
"How the hell do you think I've survived for the last hundred years? There's no escape from what I am… I'm not like you, I don't get days off, it's a permanent thing!" Mitchell tried to reason.
"Then why are we even trying…?" George asked turning around to go home. Mitchell had no reply, and just stood there, holding his mop watching as George wandered away.
Owen knocked on the door and waited, nothing, he waited.
"George? Mitchell?" He called, but this time he opened the door and wandered in. Annie jumped up startled and hid behind a wall. "I knocked!" He called out… But there came no reply. The television was on and it was distracting him so he went to turn it off, but something on the wall intrigued him. There was nothing there, but he kept looking. Annie waved her hand, he was looking right at her, but he was almost looking straight through her.
"Jamie? Did you say something?" He asked.
"No… Think you're 'earing things." The very orange woman replied chuckling.
"You, go wait in the car. This could take a while."
"No… I wouldn't want to miss you doing DIY, it would like be missing an Eclipse!" She exclaimed following him into the kitchen where he knelt down and opened a cupboard revealing the pipework to the sink. It clugged and gurgled as he crouched there, cocking his head he finally mumbled.
"I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing." He sat there and looked at it, almost silently George walked in. Not knowing Owen was there he wandered over to Annie.
"Oh… Hello." He said to Annie, Annie shook her head furiously and pointed to the kitchen, George furrowed his brow as if saying 'what?' and only looked as Owen started to walk into the living room. He screamed loudly.
"Ahh ha! Hello!" George tried to blend the scream and hello together.
"Hi George, I did knock..."
"N-n-n-n-no! It's fine…"
"I got your texts." Owen said.
"T-texts?" George had no idea what Owen was on about.
"About the tap…" Owen said.
"The tap?" George questioned.
"Yeah, George, you text me about the tap..."
"Right! The tap." George covered up as if he knew what Owen was talking about.
"How silly of me telling you to come over when I knew I wouldn't be here!" He snarled the last two words at Annie, almost gathering that she'd sent the texts.
"Sorry, I didn't introduce you, this is my partner, Jamie." (It might be Jamie)
"Hi!" Jamie said happily shaking hands with George.
"Jamie…?"
"Harris."
"I'm going to have to come back later, take a look at the tank in the attic, uh- so when are you not in? I don't want to disturb you after all."
"Well, it's hard to say really. There's usually, someone here." George commented.
"I'll pop by later in the week."
"Nice to meet you." Jamie said before leaving with Owen.
"Annie… You can't do that." George said once they'd left.
"I just wanted a chance to explain!" She exclaimed in tears. "You don't know him! You don't know how he'd react but I DO!" She shouted. "He couldn't she me…" She sobbed. She curled up on the floor underneath the window and sobbed. George sat next to her and told her how he knew how it felt to be left out, to loose someone you loved, and how it felt like losing everything all over again.
"We were in Scotland, on the edge of this huge ravine." He continued "And one night, I decided to go for a walk, I'd never been so scared, this thing was…" He paused and remembered, "I remember looking at it and being offended… That thing, it was so wrong!" He exclaimed.
"It attacked you?" Annie asked, looking at George.
"This other guy, it tagged along and he was killed, it literally tore his throat and chest out!" He sighed, "I was only scratched… I survived."
"Why do you think Owen couldn't see you?" He asked, Annie shrugged.
"I don't know." She paused, "Maybe the shock of it, it set me back." She said.
"Like a relapse." George suggested.
"There's so much of this madness, I just don't understand!" She sighed, "So what did you think of it then, Jamie?" She asked.
"Orange." George merely replied.
"She works in a tanning salon! She thinks that looks classy!" Annie exclaimed laughing. "I think she looks like Kilroy."
"You're much prettier Annie, and much nicer." George smiled reassuringly.
"And much, deader." She looked at George who put his arm around her and hugged her.
That evening when George went back to work, a large lady in blue on the telephone stopped him.
"Three or a five?" She asked confusedly, George pondered looking at the piece of paper.
"Three."
"That's what I thought, that's Becca's 'andwriting for you." She sighed,
"Can't get hold of her!"
"Who?" George asked.
"Your friend went out with her, and she hasn't come back."
"Do you know where they went?" George asked urgently.
"No… Because if I asked it would look like I gave a hoot!" George left his bucket where it was and ran, he ran to stop Mitchell. He knew where they were.
Mitchell and Becky that George liked sat in a resteraunt together talking.
"It was only last year that I stopped phoning my ex every time I was drunk…" She said laughing, then she covered her mouth in shock. "I shouldn't have said that!" She giggled.
"I think that's sweet." Mitchell smiled.
"Yeah… there's me drunk, sick in my hair calling down the phone 'Gaa'." She made a telephone gesture with her fingers. There was a loud clack of heels from the back of the room and Laruen wandered in, looking for Mitchell.
"Ah! There you are, mind if I join you?" It was clearly a rhetorical question as Lauren pulled a chair up to the table and sat by Mitchell.
"Aren't you going to introduce us...? I should explain, me and Mitchell dated, just once but you know." Lauren said, eager to break them up.
"Please don't do this…" Mitchell mumbled into his hands as Lauren took his beer and downed it.
"I've seen you somewhere before…" Becky said.
"Yeah, I had my photo in the paper recently." Lauren said creepily.
"Get up!" Mitchell took hold of Lauren and pushed her out of the room into the street.
"Saw your furry friend, actually going to feed from him, can you imagine?" She laughed.
"What do you want?" Mitchell asked glaring at her. "Herrick send you?"
"Oh this isn't just about him!" Lauren shouted.
"So what is it!"
"You left me! You brought me into this, and then you left me, I woke up surrounded by strangers, it should've been you there."
"I'm sorry… Come away with me! There's places we can go to be safe! Come away from them…"
"They're not some dopy gang or whatever, do you think anywhere is safe?" She spat.
"Stay away from the smaller towns, anywhere that's big!"
"Wait, oh my god! You actually think I want saving?" She laughed hysterically.
"We can save each other this is what I'm talking about!" Mitchell reasoned.
"You don't get it do you? I want to kill, I want to feed! I want to feel the taste of blood! I want to tear everything to shreds, so let's!" Mitchell looked appalled.
"Thank you." Was all he said wandering away.
"You can't do this Mitchell!" She shouted, "Whatever it takes, we shall drag you back!" She shouted again as he wandered back indoors. Mitchell grabbed his coat from the chair and Becky looked confused.
"What was that all about?"
"Listen, I'm going to head home."
"Oh…" The girl looked taken aback and upset.
"I just think it's for the best." Mitchell mumbled.
"Was it that thing I said about my ex? That's not me anymore…"
"I promise it's not about that…" He sighed, "I'm sorry, can I walk you to a taxi back?" He suggested. "Please, I just want to make sure that you're safe."
"Yeah, um, I just need to pee." She got up and walked away.
George stopped in the dark.
"Lauren?" He asked, Lauren turned around.
"It's me… It's George." He said quietly, he wandered toward her, but abruptly she grabbed his throat.
"Bad dog!" She said as George tried to breathe. She dumped him on the floor next to a girl, heavily breathing, trying to call for help. It was Becky from Mitchells date, from the hospital.
Mitchell stood at the ladies waiting, as another woman came out she shook her head.
"No sorry she's not in there love." The woman wandered away. Mitchell heard screaming and panicking he ran outside he saw Becky on the floor, blood running down her neck dying.
"Jesus Christ call an ambulance!" He exclaimed hearing her pleas for help.
"Becky, it's okay Becky!"
"Now isn't this a touching scene!" Lauren exclaimed emerging from the shadows.
"What did you do to her!" Mitchell shouted, standing up.
"Easy tiger! What's the problem, you just need to let her drink from you!" Lauren said calmly.
"Becky, keep looking at me, it's okay!" Mitchell said, holding Becky's blood stained face.
"It's okay honey, he'll save you." Lauren smiled chuckling.
"Mitchell… Can you save her?" George asked.
"No… I can't! I can't do it!"
"She's losing blood Mitchell she's going to die!" George shouted, "DO SOMETHING!"
"I can't, not another one I can't…" It was too late, she'd died.
Mitchell sat against the side of a chair, on the floor, crying. His face was tear stained and in his eyes you could see the grief and pain it had caused him to watch Becky die. Annie and George watched from the kitchen, understanding. Annie took a mug of coffee, with two sugars, just as Mitchell liked, over to Mitchell. She sat down next to him, handing him the mug.
Outside, the man stood, his white straw hat and his blue track suit under a street lamp watching George in the kitchen… Who was he?
Thank you so much guys, I hope you appreciate this as this took me around three hours to write, sat re-watching and pausing the first episode of being human again and again and again for about an hour straight. I put a lot of effort into this and these will NOT be uploaded often as they take so long to write. Xx Please review for more.
