And I've finished the UK version of Being Human, what can I possibly procrastinate with now?
This is what you class as filler. In my opinion it is important but there is very little action – mainly just conversation, introspection and beheading.
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He may as well have stabbed a razor into her throat. It certainly felt like it and the scream that escaped her at the sensation of his fangs being used for their proper purpose was raw.
She hadn't been conscious when being bitten the first time but she was sure it couldn't hurt this much. And it was going to leave a mark –one that wouldn't be easy to cover up.
Why was she even thinking about that? Mir was probably going to drain her dry.
Mir licked his lips clean of her blood and tilted his head from side to side. "You taste of me."
"What?"
"I turned you." He tasted that? Erin blinked and tried to pull away but Mir's grasp immediately turned deadly once more. He sighed with a sheepish half-smile. "I don't really want to kill you now. Not with you being one of mine."
He released her and began to pace. "This leaves us with two choices. One: this Jonno person thinks you are dead when really you aren't dead or Jonno thinks you are dead and you actually are dead."
"I don't want to be dead."
Mir smirked and moved close. "Then tell me how I turned you."
He pulled a face. "Well that sucks."
"Why?" She'd given him the condensed version of how she became a vampire, leaving out every single detail possible about who he'd been. He wanted his memories – she wasn't going to let him have anything he wanted from her.
"Because I've bitten a lot of people. And none of them have turned into the undead."
She wasn't sure she understood that either, but maybe whatever the slayers did to him had a poor effect on his ability to create his own vampires. Which meant she was one of the most powerful half fangs in existence… And she was the only one capable of passing on the blood of the Chosen One.
That was a fact she should keep to herself.
Vlad got to his feet.
"I'm not Vlad." He told her.
"Why do you keep saying that?"
Mir shrugged. "All I can hear of your thoughts is Vlad, Vlad, and Vlad." Curiosity flickered in his cold eyes. "You know, considering you hate the old me enough to try to kill me, you think about Vlad an awful lot."
"It's complicated."
"Yeah, and you are going to explain it to me." He towered over her due to her sitting position and she didn't like it at all.
"I don't have to explain anything to you." She snapped.
Mir smiled and Erin looked into him. There was no Vlad in his quirked lips, only ice. "You do. And you will."
Then he wandered away to talk to a waiting Cheyenne.
"It's a bad decision."
"Which one?"
"Letting her live." Erin was back on their sofa and Mir had explained the events of their hunting trip. It was obvious the vampire should not remain with them, yet her boyfriend would not acknowledge the fact.
She was also a terrible influence and Chey feared the day that Mir would look her the same way Erin did.
He glanced at her and she could already see the effect of Erin's presence. "I thought you didn't approve of my killing."
"I don't." It wasn't like their guest was alive anyway. She pursed her lips. "Normally."
"Is it because she's dead anyway?" Of course he knew. He always knew.
She took a golden strand of hair and twirled it around her finger. "She tried to kill you, twice!" Her gaze turned to their living room where the vampire slept like the dead on their sofa. "Are your memories that important?"
"Yes." His dispassionate eyes had lost the light she'd thought she'd put there. "I need to know."
She stepped forward and put a hand on his arm. "Why though? Everyone you've met from before has tried to kill you!"
"It's fine for you Chey. Your life may have sucked but you still remember Nora and you still remember Aidan and you still remember Josh." She tried not to be hurt by the links to her poor teenage hood. "I don't have any of that."
She leant against him. "You've got me."
And he pulled away to pace the kitchen. "That's not enough. I need memories!"
"It still doesn't explain her."
Mir's smiled at Cheyenne and she felt her heart race. "You don't need to be jealous. Erin might actually be able to help us with our problem."
Before she could talk or argue, his lips finally graced hers.
"Where's your breather?"
"Cheyenne works during the day."
"Eurgh."
Perfect.
Erin had decided that Mir needed to die. She decided that if he was stupid enough to let her live then he deserved to have his head hacked off. He deserved to be on receiving end of a blunt weapon and then deserved to have his neck severed by a carving knife from his own kitchen.
Who was stupid enough to let a murderer, who'd attempted to kill him no less than twice, sleep on his sofa? No one who lived long, that's for certain.
She retrieved her weapon of choice when she 'fetched' two beers from the kitchen; the carving knife placed gently in the waist band of her jeans and a large saucepan she brandished as she approached the vampire on the sofa.
Enthralled by some insignificant show on BBC One he didn't even twitch when Erin's boots squeaked on the floor. She positioned herself directly behind her quarry. The Teflon metal shimmered under the dim lights as Erin raised it high in the air.
The saucepan swept where Mir's head had been moments before with the sharpness of a guillotine but he'd already moved. With a snatch her wrist was trapped in his fingers and he twisted until the weapon slid from her grasp. He forced her against the wall.
Nose to nose Erin could only hear the snarl that she knew occupied Mir's lips as his eyes, black as the blood in their veins, glared into hers. "I am getting really sick of you trying to kill me."
Somehow the knife from her waist band was in Mir's pale hands, resting against her throat, only millimetres from breaching the delicate skin. "I could kill you." Erin leaned further into the wall, her neck arching away from the knife. "I could do much worse."
His eyes were cold with the promise of hurt. "What are you trying to do, Erin?" Their closeness was the opposite of the drunken intimacy they had shared the previous night. "Because I am not 'Vlad'. I am not an easy mark." His teeth clicked next to her ear. "And I am not afraid to hurt you."
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