Hey everyone! Thank you so much for the reviews and the support! How amazing was the last episode?! I am hoping no one dies! Let's pray for a miracle! Otherwise my last chapter will be pretty angst-y. But seriously how will Alex get out of her grave? And Tom better not kill Hal! Maybe just beat him up a little because he did drink blood….

Anyway on with the next chapter – set during episode 5

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The truth. It is one of the most important notions known to man. One of the simplest too, yet Alex honestly believed Hal had never heard of the phrase. All the lies he had told, how many more? Sometimes it felt like she didn't even know who he was; the truth was sometimes she didn't. That hurt far more than she thought it would.

Alex had been standing outside Hal's door for the past hour working up the courage to go in. The 'house meeting' was just a cover up to confront him. The topic in question had been discussed many times before. For the past week Hal had been locked in his room either sleeping or exercising. Alex guessed it was because of what Crumb said, as bonkers as the guy was; he was right about the tension between them. It needed to get sorted. Before she lost her nerve Alex rent-a-ghosted into the room. A topless Hal was not a site she was prepared for. Alex swallowed thickly as she watched a drop of perspiration run down the contours of his well muscled chest. Thank goodness Tom walked into the room or Alex was sure she would have jumped Hal there and then.

He made her hump when he came home. Standing in the shadows of the living room, watching her. Alex tried not to notice how well the action suited him, made him look dangerous and alluring. Thinking back on it she wondered if that's how his victims felt when they first saw him, before they understood their fate?

He sat next to her, so close their sides were pressing together. Hal had been more relaxed than Alex had ever seen him but something was off. He was too calm, too suave. Too much like Lord Harry. He was bold and charming and so ridiculously sexy that Alex knew she would have struggled to breathe if she still needed to. His lips moved closer, catching hers in a kiss. It was gentle and passionate; everything Alex dreamed it to be. And she craved more; did Hal have that same urge? That same need as she felt? Or was it only blood that could make him feel that way? Her questions were answered when he leaned in to kiss her again, only to be interrupted by Tom. It was a good thing really, who knows were they would have ended up otherwise. Alex shuddered pleasantly at the thought of Hal running his hands over her. The two of them tumbling to the floor, messing up the spread out pages of Rook's document present there.

Alex often thought about whether or not Hal kissing her was her unfinished business. All that tension and mutual attraction. She wanted him to kiss her from the moment she met him in that little café. To be honest, Alex was glad it wasn't. She didn't think she would be able to walk through her door after a kiss like that.

Then everything fell apart. She should have realised it sooner. Hal was back on the blood. It only occurred to her later that there was a metal tang present when he kissed her, similar to that of blood. A small part of her loved the fact he must of cared more about her than the blood on some level because he followed her instead of continuing with his drink. The rest of her was dying inside – if it was possible to die again? He tried to explain but all Alex heard were excuses. Each one cutting into her like a knife; going deeper each time. How could he do it? After everything the three of them had been through together. Was it really that easy for him to throw it all away?

"Help me, please"

Those three words were all he had to say, but Hal said them too late. The damage was done. Tom wanted to kill him and Alex couldn't see him without feeling hurt and disappointed. But there was something in his voice. It was more Hal less Harry. For a moment, Alex thought there was hope.

It was while she was strapping him into the chair that Alex made an internal deal with herself. Her and Hal would only work if he was clean. If he wanted to be with her than he had to fight the bloodlust. It was that simple.

"I mean it Hal; I can't go through this again. If you care, really like you said you did, you have to do this. I don't care if you get clean for me, Tom or even yourself but you have to be clean, it's the only way." She said as she dusted down her jacket.

"Alex, you have no idea. I can't do this without you. If I am on my own I won't even last a day. I have hurt you and Tom and you have to know I am sorry for that, truly. I want to fight this, all you have to do is believe in me." Hal replied testing his restraints to make sure they were tight enough. He had already started shaking from the withdrawal.

The she came home to Hal covered in blood, Tom's girlfriend next to him. What was her name? Natalie? Not that it mattered now. Alex knew she should have let Tom stake him. It would have been the easier option, the safer option. But forever without Hal wasn't something Alex could do. Tom called her a coward and he was right. She was sacrificing the lives of so many people because she was falling in love with an addict and was too selfish to let him go.

"I need you to believe I didn't do this" he was pleading with her. Alex wanted so desperately to believe him. Something in his eyes almost convinced her he was telling the truth but the blood stained vest he was wearing provided her with more evidence that the only thing she could trust Hal with was lying.

"I don't know what you're capable of anymore." Alex sobbed. It was the truth and it fucking killed her to say it. But how dare he ask her to believe him when all he did was lie? She wanted to hug him and tell him everything would be fine, she believed him but she couldn't find the words. It would have been a lie anyway and Hal had proven they don't get you anywhere. Instead she just let him walk out, knowing nothing would ever be the fine again.

Hearing Hal didn't kill the girl that was lying on their living room floor was a small comfort. A glimmer of hope. But it was fading fast. Hal was on the loose now and he didn't have anyone to save him. He believes he lost his friends, his family. The only people he was fighting the bloodlust for and now he had nothing left. Nothing to stay good for. Alex had to find him, if she could get to him before he did something stupid there was still hope. Alex really liked hope, no matter how small, in that moment.

Now she was trapped underground with a skull in the dark. How much time had past? Had Tom found Hal? Were they even still alive? The thought of life without either of them terrified her. She should be angry at Hal, never wanting to see him again, but all she wanted was a hug from him. Not Lord Harry but Hal. Her Hal. How messed up was her dead life?! Because no matter what she tried to do or feel she couldn't help but think of one word in the darkness. The only thing that madder her feel hopeful and safe.

Hal.

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