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kat_lair***
Title: Twilight
Author:kat_lair
Fandom: Being Human (UK)
Pairing: Mitchell/George/Annie (implied
Tags: Spooktober, Ficlet, Implied Relationships, Alternative Universe - Dark
Rating: T
Word count: 281
Summary: Twilight greets them like a long-lost friend, finds them eager and waiting.
Author notes: Spooktober 2024, Day 22/31. Prompt/theme: Twilight.
Twilight on AO3
October night creeps in like an animal, sleek and deadly, the darkness soft and inviting on first glance but put your hand too close and it will bite. The three of them stand in the back garden, which like the house itself is dilapidated, decayed with years of hard living and harder dying, overgrown with weeds and grass, tree-saplings that are waist-high and thriving. Twilight greets them like a long-lost friend, finds them eager and waiting. This is their time, their world.
Power floods Annie, sweet and cold, the tips of her fingers tingling with it, her hair crackling and wild, her smile sharp. She breathes even though she doesn’t have to, and the house behind them breathes with her, a long, shuddering sigh full of yearning and hunger.
Mitchell’s eyes are black, his body held tight like a bolt of a crossbow. Beyond the garden there is an old railroad track, and beyond it abandoned land, empty industrial estate. Beyond those, a city in one direction, woods wilder than anyone knows in the other. Two different hunting grounds for two different predators.
Next to him George is scenting the air, his features growing sharper, a growl pushing through at every exhale, so low it makes Mitchell’s bones vibrate, makes his non-existent heartbeat quicken.
They exchange a long look, blood thick and shared between them, spilled together, spilled for each other.
“Go,” Annie urges, her voice clear as a bell, clear as the moon raising above the treetops. “Go now. Bring me back something good. Something that still has fight left in it.”
Mitchell and George grin, fangs growing long and wet with anticipation. The night is calling.
Time to hunt.
***
Title: Twilight
Author:
kat_lair Fandom: Being Human (UK)
Pairing: Mitchell/George/Annie (implied
Tags: Spooktober, Ficlet, Implied Relationships, Alternative Universe - Dark
Rating: T
Word count: 281
Summary: Twilight greets them like a long-lost friend, finds them eager and waiting.
Author notes: Spooktober 2024, Day 22/31. Prompt/theme: Twilight.
Twilight on AO3
October night creeps in like an animal, sleek and deadly, the darkness soft and inviting on first glance but put your hand too close and it will bite. The three of them stand in the back garden, which like the house itself is dilapidated, decayed with years of hard living and harder dying, overgrown with weeds and grass, tree-saplings that are waist-high and thriving. Twilight greets them like a long-lost friend, finds them eager and waiting. This is their time, their world.
Power floods Annie, sweet and cold, the tips of her fingers tingling with it, her hair crackling and wild, her smile sharp. She breathes even though she doesn’t have to, and the house behind them breathes with her, a long, shuddering sigh full of yearning and hunger.
Mitchell’s eyes are black, his body held tight like a bolt of a crossbow. Beyond the garden there is an old railroad track, and beyond it abandoned land, empty industrial estate. Beyond those, a city in one direction, woods wilder than anyone knows in the other. Two different hunting grounds for two different predators.
Next to him George is scenting the air, his features growing sharper, a growl pushing through at every exhale, so low it makes Mitchell’s bones vibrate, makes his non-existent heartbeat quicken.
They exchange a long look, blood thick and shared between them, spilled together, spilled for each other.
“Go,” Annie urges, her voice clear as a bell, clear as the moon raising above the treetops. “Go now. Bring me back something good. Something that still has fight left in it.”
Mitchell and George grin, fangs growing long and wet with anticipation. The night is calling.
Time to hunt.
***