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storypaint) wrote2014-10-26 07:20 pm
storypaint) wrote2014-10-26 07:20 pm
[Being Human (UK)] the night's innumerable children (Mitchell/Annie)
Title: the night's innumerable children
Fandom: Being Human (UK)
Length: 478 words
Prompt: The Could-Have-Beens AU Comment Ficathon: Being Human, Annie Sawyer - Annie is the vampire in the house. (Mix and match George, Nina, and Mitchell however you like)
Pairing: Mitchell/Annie
Other: PG for general creepiness.
Excerpt: She counts each day she's been clean on a kitten calendar she has tacked up in her bedroom and she goes to AA meetings every Thursday. Mitchell is more than half in love with her right from the start. She promises to help him find the man who killed him so he can rest.
Annie is not like any vampire Mitchell has ever met. He wouldn't say he's met a lot of vampires, but he knows what the funeral parlor is used for. After he died, after he figured out that no one could see him anymore, he went to all the hidden places he could think of. (Not to see naked women, like George would assume; just to say he'd been there. Why not? He had all the time in the world.)
He doesn't understand how she seems so kind. Even the friendliest ones among them have fangs in their smiles. They would as soon kill as kiss. The vampires Mitchell have seen are lions among lambs, and they enjoy it.
He can't keep his eyes off Annie, she shines. He watches her tame George into the house and listens to her talk about her childhood in pre-World War I England. He loves the way she dresses, a woman defiantly out of time. It's trendy now of course but she doesn't do anything because everyone else is doing it.
She counts each day she's been clean on a kitten calendar she has tacked up in her bedroom and she goes to AA meetings every Thursday. Mitchell is more than half in love with her right from the start. She promises to help him find the man who killed him so he can rest. One of these days he will find the courage to admit that he killed himself by accident with the drugs that were so easily available to him in 1983. He has managed to avoid his door twice now. He doesn't tell her about that either.
They might have gone on for years in the little apartment, the ghost, the werewolf, and the vampire, but it all fell apart so suddenly, with Annie's teeth on Nita's neck and George's aching howls. Mitchell dreams about her eyes, blown huge and black, her teeth, the ruin of Nita's throat and the way it closed over when Annie realized what she'd done and made the worst attempt at fixing it.
No one in the house is talking to each other. George is muttering about dangerous, uncontrollable beasts, the rage a force in him as the full moon approaches. Annie just cries. She tears down the calendar and rips it to shreds. Nita is thirsty all the time, and draining Annie is putting more stress on Annie's quivering psyche. Mitchell wishes he had some cocaine, some alcohol, anything to help him forget. He doesn't know if he can love her anymore and he knows that she is desperate for him to continue.
There's a door wedged in next to the bed, with a worn gold knob, and he sits on the bed and stares at it until it disappears, without fanfare.
He gets up and goes into the kitchen to make tea.
Fandom: Being Human (UK)
Length: 478 words
Prompt: The Could-Have-Beens AU Comment Ficathon: Being Human, Annie Sawyer - Annie is the vampire in the house. (Mix and match George, Nina, and Mitchell however you like)
Pairing: Mitchell/Annie
Other: PG for general creepiness.
Excerpt: She counts each day she's been clean on a kitten calendar she has tacked up in her bedroom and she goes to AA meetings every Thursday. Mitchell is more than half in love with her right from the start. She promises to help him find the man who killed him so he can rest.
Annie is not like any vampire Mitchell has ever met. He wouldn't say he's met a lot of vampires, but he knows what the funeral parlor is used for. After he died, after he figured out that no one could see him anymore, he went to all the hidden places he could think of. (Not to see naked women, like George would assume; just to say he'd been there. Why not? He had all the time in the world.)
He doesn't understand how she seems so kind. Even the friendliest ones among them have fangs in their smiles. They would as soon kill as kiss. The vampires Mitchell have seen are lions among lambs, and they enjoy it.
He can't keep his eyes off Annie, she shines. He watches her tame George into the house and listens to her talk about her childhood in pre-World War I England. He loves the way she dresses, a woman defiantly out of time. It's trendy now of course but she doesn't do anything because everyone else is doing it.
She counts each day she's been clean on a kitten calendar she has tacked up in her bedroom and she goes to AA meetings every Thursday. Mitchell is more than half in love with her right from the start. She promises to help him find the man who killed him so he can rest. One of these days he will find the courage to admit that he killed himself by accident with the drugs that were so easily available to him in 1983. He has managed to avoid his door twice now. He doesn't tell her about that either.
They might have gone on for years in the little apartment, the ghost, the werewolf, and the vampire, but it all fell apart so suddenly, with Annie's teeth on Nita's neck and George's aching howls. Mitchell dreams about her eyes, blown huge and black, her teeth, the ruin of Nita's throat and the way it closed over when Annie realized what she'd done and made the worst attempt at fixing it.
No one in the house is talking to each other. George is muttering about dangerous, uncontrollable beasts, the rage a force in him as the full moon approaches. Annie just cries. She tears down the calendar and rips it to shreds. Nita is thirsty all the time, and draining Annie is putting more stress on Annie's quivering psyche. Mitchell wishes he had some cocaine, some alcohol, anything to help him forget. He doesn't know if he can love her anymore and he knows that she is desperate for him to continue.
There's a door wedged in next to the bed, with a worn gold knob, and he sits on the bed and stares at it until it disappears, without fanfare.
He gets up and goes into the kitchen to make tea.