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Chapter 4: A Word Of Warning

"Put it this way Hal, if you don't turn that off in the next ten seconds, I'm going to rentaghost the whole record player somewhere far, far away."

"You wouldn't."

"Try me." Alex glared at him determinedly. Hal sighed and pointed the remote control at the player, pausing the record.

"Happy now." He glowered.

"Ecstatic." She smiled smugly.

"Good. Because you won't be smiling when I've killed hundreds of innocent Welshmen and women after you've made me snap." He grumbled, his tone purposefully menacing.

"Oh knock it off and stop sulking. What are you, five-hundred going on five? You're not going to kill anyone just because I made you turn off that racket."

"It's not a racket, it's the lute. It's soothing."

"I've got news for you. It's not."

"To the uncultured ear perhaps not." He smiled at her mockingly.

"At least my ears aren't bloody ancient. Maybe that's why you think it sounds good, you're hearing's going in your old age."

"If my hearing's going it's only because of your incessant whining." He muttered.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise I was meant to just get on with being dead and not complain at all. My mistake!"

"Because your life is so hard."

"Give it a rest Hal, we all know how difficult you've had it. Trust me, we know."

"You know sometimes, I wish I'd left you in that basement!" As soon as he'd said the words, he registered the look of hurt that flashed across Alex's face and regretted it instantly. He took a deep breath to calm himself. "I'm sorry Alex. I didn't mean that."

"It's fine." She answered, but it was clear that he'd upset her. He sighed and stood up.

"I really didn't mean it. I just let my temper get the better of me sometimes. You know that. What happened to you was my fault and I want to help you find closure. I'm glad to help. And you looked after me when I needed you. I owe you and Tom everything, and you don't deserve me losing my rag at you like that, so I'm sorry. Look, I don't make a habit of this, but Tom says I need to... open up more and be... sensitive, so..." He opened his arms and stepped towards her hesitantly. He grimaced as his arms closed around her stiffly.

"Oh, Ok... uh... that's alright. I forgive you." She smiled, patting him on the back. Tom wandered in from the hallway, stopping abruptly as he noticed the awkward embrace. Hal and Alex broke apart uncomfortably.

"Am I interrupting something?" Tom asked quietly.

"No!" Hal and Alex shouted in unison, shaking their heads and backing away from each other.

"I thought I heard you arguing?" he frowned.

"We were. I lost my temper again." Hal looked at the floor sadly.

"I did provoke you. It wasn't just your fault." Alex offered, smiling at him sympathetically, but he only looked up at her ashamedly.

"Hal, when I went in the kitchen earlier, I noticed the knives and forks are all mixed up in the drawer..."

"Ah, not for long they're not!" Tom glanced at Alex and grinned as Hal strode into the kitchen purposefully, already seeming happier.

"I knew that'd cheer him up." he smiled at her, sitting down on the sofa.

"I should know by now not to rise to it. He can't help having a temper."

"He needs to learn to live with it. And anyway, I think he enjoys a good argument sometimes. He only feels bad when he says something nasty, and at least now he realises when he's gone too far." Tom shrugged, flicking on the TV.

"Yea, that's true. I can't believe he actually hugged me. Poor guy must want a shower now after showing that much affection." Their laughter was interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps outside and the doorbell ringing. They looked at each other confusedly for a moment before Tom jumped up from the sofa and made his way into the hallway. Alex peered through the curtains and smiled excitedly.

"Hello." Tom beamed as the door opened to reveal Bethan on the doorstep.

"Hi." She smiled unsurely. "I can't stop long, but I thought I'd pop by to tell you. I have some news for Alex."

Hal came through the kitchen doors as Tom led Bethan into the lounge.

"Bethan, hello. Would you like anything to drink, tea perhaps?" Hal asked politely.

"Uh, no, I'm alright, I'm not stopping. But thank you." She answered, slightly taken aback by his courteousness. "I had a look at the case report. It's been officially closed and filed as a disturbance, so you were right, it certainly wasn't the police who took Alex's... wait, is she here?"

"Yea, she's there." Tom pointed towards the window.

"Right, so it wasn't us that took your body away Alex. As far as the official documentation is concerned, there was a bomb hoax and that was all. However, I kept reading, just in case, and I did find something interesting. It is mentioned in one paragraph that blood was noticed at the scene, in the basement. But there was never any investigation into it, no samples, no photographs, nothing. And there's no other mention of it in the report, which makes it look like they left it in by accident."

"So, they found blood but they did nothing about it?" Alex asked, gesturing for Hal to repeat the question so Bethan could hear it.

"They didn't investigate the blood further?"

"No. Usually, given the amount that was found, they would have launched a full blown murder investigation, assault at least, but it was just forgotten. Are you alright?" she asked, noticing Hal looking a little queasy.

"Yes, fine." He smiled weakly.

"Maybe you wouldn't feel so bad if you hadn't drunk it. And licked it off the floor." Alex smiled sweetly at him and he flashed a glare at her.

"I also took the liberty of looking into your disappearance Alex. Your missing persons file. I take it this is you?" Bethan held up a poster with a picture of Alex on it. She jumped slightly as the ghost stepped forward and gingerly took the piece of paper from her. She nodded sadly at Hal.

"Yes, that's her." He confirmed solemnly. Tom got up and rubbed Alex on the back as she bravely held back tears, the poster yet another reminder that she was dead.

"Well, that's interesting too, because according to the report, you've been confirmed as dead. The case was only left open for a few days, despite the fact that your body hasn't been found. And that is worrying."

"Worrying? How so?" Hal asked.

"Because it means this may well go higher up the command chain than we thought."

"How high?"

"Very. The blood not being investigated is bad enough, but you can't just sweep bodies and missing persons under the carpet without having considerable power behind you."

"Then you need to stop now. Thank you for doing what you have, you've been very kind, but that has to be an end to it."

"I know. I wish I could do more. I'm sorry I couldn't find out more about where they took your body Alex."

"It's fine, it's not like we knew it was the thing holding me back anyway." She said glumly, forgetting for a minute that Bethan couldn't hear her.

"Right well, I'd better be off. If you need anything else, you know, policey, I'd be glad to help. Like a contact on the inside or something. Just incase." Tom followed her back towards the front door to let her out.

"Wait!" Alex cried, rentaghosting out of the room as he reached for the latch. Hal looked up in confusion as he heard things being moved around and footsteps upstairs. She appeared back in the hallway, and Bethan tentatively took the floating piece of card that Alex thrust at her.

Thank you. It read, in the same scrawled handwriting as the message on the cafe chalkboard.

"My pleasure." Bethan smiled. "Bye."

"Are you alright Alex?" Hal asked as she and Tom came back into the lounge.

"Yea. It just brings it all home, that's all. I know you think I want to sort out my unfinished business and just pass on, but I don't. Well, not straight away anyway. Hanging around and being a ghost, it's not so terrible once you get used to it. And you two aren't so bad yourselves either." She smiled at them, though a hint of sadness still remained. "Still, it would be nice to know what they did with my body. I want my family to have closure, even if I can't." she sighed, sitting back down on the sofa.

"It's only been a few months, maybe your body will turn up of its own accord. Perhaps whoever it was is just leaving some time to let the dust settle." Hal said, coming to join her.

"Yea, maybe. Hey so what shall we watch tonight then?" she beamed, changing the subject.

"Masterchef's on in a minute? What about that? I like seeing how they make all those things with weird names, like the soup with little bits of bread in it and that." Tom said, sitting on Alex's other side on the sofa.

"Croutons?" Hal offered.

"Yea, that's the ones! And why do they always make such little portions? It's a good show though isn't it?"

"It is. I always find it very soothing." Hal smiled happily. Alex looked at them both in disbelief before settling in to the sofa.

"Well, if you can't beat 'em..." she muttered under her breath, smiling to herself.

As Bethan left the B&B, she was unaware of the man watching her from his parked car down the street. He pondered the reason for her short visit, and not for the first time, wondered if he should have the house bugged. Still, considering his usual clientele, this lot were practically angels, and the body count attributed to them had remained astonishingly low. He had always thought there was something vaguely disturbing about different Types of supernaturals living together though, and although he would never admit it, it made him slightly uneasy.

And now there was this human girl involved as well, a police officer no less. She couldn't know what they were could she? Well it seemed she did, if the digging she had been doing was anything to go by. And that intrigued him. Alas, she had delved deeper into this world than he could allow, and she would have to be dissuaded from proceeding any further. It was for her own good in any case. Not that that was any consolation to him.

The next day, Bethan was finishing off some paperwork in the staff kitchen when her mobile phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hello Miss Arthur."

"Who is this?"

"That's not important Miss Arthur. I wanted to discuss a matter of utmost importance with you, if I may?"

"Is this a joke? Is someone playing silly buggers?" Bethan asked, hoping she was right.

"I assure you Miss Arthur, this is no joke. It involves the files you've been looking at." She could almost hear the man on the end of the phone smiling as he gained the upper hand right from the start.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes you do Miss Arthur. A certain murder that you were a witness to, and the disappearance of a tourist a few months ago. Does that ring any bells?" Bethan closed her eyes.

"How do you know about that?"

"I know a lot. Now, while I'm sure you've found this world that you've uncovered rather intriguing, I urge you to forget all you've seen and heard. Wipe it from your memory. Lock it away and never speak of it to anyone. Is that clear Miss Arthur?"

"Listen. I don't know who you think you bloody well are to call me up and make demands, but I am sure as hell not going to listen to a disembodied voice on the end of a phone telling me what to do, and you can rest assured, I do not respond well to threats. So, I'll ask again. Who are you?" she growled, hoping her fear was covered by the anger in her voice.

"Not someone you need concern yourself with Miss Arthur. You mistake me. I am certainly not threatening you. Not yet anyway. But you keep poking your nose in where it's not wanted and I can't promise the situation will remain as such."

"You coward. You're not even brave enough to speak to me in person."

"Oh Miss Arthur, believe me, it's better that we don't meet. For your sake. Just stay away from the supernatural and there will be no need for me to contact you again. Goodbye Miss Arthur." The line went dead, and Bethan stared at the phone for a minute, wondering what she should do. It frustrated her, but she could only resign herself to do as the man on the phone had said. After all, he didn't sound like someone she wanted to provoke. The mystery of Alex's body would have to remain unsolved, for now at least.

After the phone call from the mystery man, Bethan threw herself into her work to take her mind off of all things supernatural. It was another two weeks before she saw the residents of the B&B again...

"Uh, guys, why is there a police car outside?" Alex called, peering through a gap in the blinds.

"A what?" Hal asked worriedly, coming to see for himself. Two uniformed officers made their way up the garden path towards the front door.

"Shit! What do we do?" Alex turned to Hal, knocking the blinds in the process. The police officers stopped, pointing towards the window as they noticed the movement.

"Wonderful, now they know we're in." Hal growled at her. She mouthed a "sorry" at him and he shook his head irritably. "It's a bit late for that." The officers reached the front door and rang the doorbell. Hal made his way slowly into the hallway, opening the porch door hesitantly and taking a moment to compose himself before opening the outer door.

"Good afternoon sir. We were hoping to speak to a Mr Tom McNair."

"Uh... may I ask the reason for your visit?" Hal frowned.

"Are you Mr McNair?"

"Well... no, but..."

"Then we really need to speak to him, is he in?" Tom chose that moment to come pounding down the stairs, his usual cheerful self.

"That's me. Can I help you?" he smiled brightly.

"We've had a report that some damage was caused to a car on this street in the early hours of the morning. An allegation's been made that you might be the perpetrator."

"The perpa- what?"

"We're going to have to take you down to the station to discuss this further I'm afraid Mr McNair."

"But, I haven't done anything. You can ask Hal, I was here all night wasn't I Hal?" he looked to the vampire hopefully.

"It's true officers, he was. I'm afraid it seems you've had a wasted journey." Hal smiled charmingly, hoping that would be enough to make them leave.

"Still, we need to take you in, just so that we can carry out a thorough investigation. Hold your arms out infront of you please." Tom obliged as one of the officers put him in handcuffs, the other frisking him quickly.

"I can assure you, you're making a mistake. Jesus, this is ridiculous." Hal protested.

"How long are we going to be, it's just, I've got somewhere I need to be tonight." Tom asked worriedly. Hal scrubbed a hand through his hair, remembering what tonight was. A full moon.

"As long as it takes Mr McNair. We might need to keep you in overnight." One of the officers explained, leading him towards the car. Tom turned and stared wide eyed at Hal and Alex. "Come along, don't make this difficult or we'll have to call for a van and you'll be charged with resisting arrest as well."

"Just, go with them Tom! We'll follow you and we'll figure out what to do! We'll get you out before tonight, don't worry!" Alex shouted to him as they bundled him into the car.

"Come on. We'd better think of something fast, or Barry police station is going to have one hell of an angry prisoner on its hands in a few hours." Hal grumbled, grabbing his car keys from the bowl in the hallway and slamming the front door behind him.

"Looks like we're out on patrol together this evening, you lucky girl." Rhys grinned, walking into the kit room.

"Have you seen the weather, it's bloody horrible out there! We're going to be soaked by the end of our shift." Bethan smiled, tucking her hair into her hat.

"Yea, but it does have one plus side."

"What's that?"

"I get to see you all wet and sexy." He winked at her.

"Ha! Wet and sexy? Yes, because I rock the soggy cold look." She laughed. "Come on, we'd better go. Barry's criminals won't arrest themselves."

As they made their way out of the station and into the torrential Welsh rain, a blue classic car pulled up at the side of the road just ahead of them. Bethan stopped dead as the driver got out hurriedly and jogged towards the police station.

"Hal?" she called, recognising him as he passed them. He stopped and turned, seeming startled.

"Bethan!" he exclaimed relievedly. Alex, who had been following behind him, came to a halt at his side.

"Hey, maybe she can help us?" she suggested. He flashed her a withering look that screamed I'm not an idiot.

"What are you doing here? What's going on?" Bethan asked.

"It's Tom. He's managed to get himself arrested and it's, well, you know... that time of the month." He glanced up at the sky, just in case she'd forgotten what happened to werewolves on a full moon.

"Oh, right. I see." she looked at her watch. "How long have we got?"

"A few hours perhaps. We need to get him home." He glanced at Rhys warily, concerned at what the other man was making of their odd conversation.

"Alright, Rhys, could you go on ahead without me? I'll catch you up, I just need to see what's going on." Bethan asked, hoping he wouldn't argue.

"Ok. Just make sure you're not too long. I hate doing foot patrols on my own." He frowned, eyeing Hal suspiciously.

"Thanks. See you in a bit." She called over her shoulder as she led Hal, and unbeknownst to her Alex, towards the station. "You'll have to wait here. I'll go straight through to custody to see what I can do."

"I'll go with her." Alex told him, following Bethan through a heavy wooden door before he had a chance to protest.

As they arrived in the custody suite, they were relieved to see Tom leant against the desk, head in his hands and with a look on his face akin to a scolded puppy. Upon hearing the door open, he looked up hopefully.

"Alex!" he cried, then realised no one else in the room could see her. Bethan looked at the empty space beside her and fought the urge to smile. Knowing Alex was there as well was oddly comforting.

"Alright Matt, what's he been brought in for?" she asked the custody sergeant casually.

"Oh, alright Bethan. What are you doing here? You know him?" he frowned, looking up from the paperwork he had been filling in.

"Yea, you could say that. So, what's he meant to have done?"

"We had a complaint made against him. Criminal damage. It seems Mr McNair here may have been responsible for a smashed car window last night."

"It weren't me, I swear." Tom sighed frustratedly.

"Well, we'll see. I've got a witness who thinks he saw you doing it, so I still have to book you in and take your finger prints and a DNA sample. It's procedure." Tom's eyes went wide at the mention of a DNA sample.

"Last night you say? What time?" Bethan asked, stalling for time while she tried to come up with a plan.

"Two in the morning. Why?" Matt asked curiously.

"Oh well, it couldn't have been him." Bethan gulped. "Because I was with him." Tom frowned, and beside her, Alex raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"You were with him? What... all night?"

"Yes. All night." Bethan looked at the floor and winced.

"I see... And you'd be happy to give a statement to that effect?" Matt questioned, the hint of a smile playing on his features.

"Yes." Bethan sighed.

"Well, well Mr McNair. It appears you're not our man after all. You're free to go. Perhaps Officer Arthur will escort you out." He chuckled, winking at Tom. The werewolf flushed red, and scowled at Alex as she burst out laughing.

"You didn't have to say that." Tom said as soon as they were outside.

"It was the only thing I could think of! I'm a police officer, if I tell them I was with you, they're going to believe me. And anyway, Hal tells me you have somewhere you need to be."

"I'm not annoyed, I'm worried about your reputation. You know, your honour and all that." He looked at the ground ashamedly.

"I did just make it up Tom, we didn't actually spend the night together." She chuckled.

"But they don't know that." He said sadly.

"Oh, they'll get over it. I'm sure Matt wasn't that surprised. Not that I do that sort of thing all the time or anything!" she held her hands up, realising what she had made herself sound like.

"Hal's going to love this." Alex grinned. Tom flushed again.

"Oh no, Alex, don't..." he sighed as she disappeared.

"Did you do it though?" Bethan asked after a moment.

"No. Hal thinks one of our neighbours doesn't like us because of all the noise." He explained.

"Noise?"

"Yea. I get a bit loud when I'm transforming. Screaming and that." He shrugged.

"Right. Of course." She nodded, still processing the fact that she was talking to a werewolf. When they arrived back where Bethan had left Hal, he and Alex were stood together grinning.

"Right, well if that's all for tonight, I've got work to be doing. Try and stay out of trouble!" she smiled and pointed a finger at the boys in mock warning.

"Oh don't you worry about that, we're going straight home." Hal smiled. "Come on. Tonight you'll be spending your evening on a date with the basement, rather than with a fictitious police woman."

"Excuse me, but that's police officer thank you very much, and I am not fictitious. It was only the act that was made up!" Bethan laughed before walking away in the direction that Rhys had gone earlier.

It was odd how comfortable she felt around them now. Even lying to her colleagues had felt natural. She had done it for the right reasons of course. Preventing a werewolf from transforming in custody was pretty important to say the least. But it was more than that. She felt as though she was part of something. She'd been living a lie all her life, and she'd uncovered the truth. And now that she knew about the supernatural, she couldn't forget, despite the warning from the man who had called her two weeks before. This world was addictive, and everything else seemed dull in comparison. She could only hope that whoever it was that had called her had been bluffing.