Everyone dies. Actually, can I start that again? Everyone deserves a death. I was going to die of old age. That was the plan. Mitchell was going to go down in a blaze of gunfire and glory.... Not cold and alone and shit scared. He didn't think death would smile at him first. Death was always a certainty. The punch line we could all see coming. But not for Mitchell. For a vampire, death isn't the end. But the beginning.
S1Flotsam and Jetsam
So here we are. Overlooked and forgotten. Unnatural and... supernatural. Watching the dance from the sidelines. At least I was surrounded by friends and family. At least I got that bit right.
You know the worst thing about being a ghost? It's lonely. You'll give anything for that crumb of comfort. That feel of skin against skin that says, “It's okay. I'm here.” It's a hunger. The most basic instinct. You might even drag others into this world of the dead. Even if it means turning them into monsters too.
Then there are the ones like George. The ones that should have died. But shattered and bloody, they walk away from the train wreck. But what's the cost? They're scarred. Transformed. They're monsters now too. Aberrations. The stuff of nightmares. The big bad wolf.
So…what have we got left to look forward to? Us refugees? The flotsam and jetsam of death. Maybe, if we still deserve such a thing as mercy, we find each other...
So who wants tea?
Ugh.
What?
You keep making tea! Every surface is covered with cups of tea and coffee. I go to make myself some tea and I can't! There's no mugs, there's no tea! It's all been made! And you can't even drink it! You can't drink it, but you keep making it! Oh, oh, oh my god, it's driving me INSANE!
Oh, well, I like my routine, it makes me feel normal.
Wh- b- wh- You're a ghost!
Yeah, OK...
We've got work and then it's his time of the month.
Oh god, I used to hate that. Curl up on the sofa, Pride and Prejudice, if anyone said anything I'd bite their head off. Oh, God... that is actually a real possibility for you, isn't it... The, the biting...
[George gives Annie a withering look, Mitchell grins]
What blood type is he - A positive? Bit Jacob's Creek-y for my taste, but there you go...
I'm sensing a trip to IKEA. [Glares at George] And you know my feelings on that.
Owen, your landlord, my fiancé. Ex-fiancé. He's coming round!
In about... now.
He's coming here? Why?
He's back from Saudi for a few months and wants to meet us.
Well you guys are his longest staying tenants. All the others have er... found it strangely unwelcoming.
[To Mitchell] Why didn't you put him off?!?
I tried! But she kicked me in the shin. The shin, George!
Okay, I've written a list of questions for you to ask him.
[Reading the list] 'Are you screwing Janey Harris?'
She always fancied him and believe me, if she knew when I died she'd have been here before the ambulance crew.
[Reading the list] 'Has my sister had a baby?' Awww...
They've been trying for ages. I blame her husband, his name's Robin and he works in a Post Office.
[To Mitchell] How noble of you to take on the curse of immortality so that your friends could wither and decay in hospitals and old people's homes.
Before I died I had this one odd last thought, and now I'm going to make it yours. You know all the things you were scared of as a kid, all the monsters under the bed? They're all real. [She blackens her eyes, George doesn't react] Okay, I'm new to this but aren't you supposed to weep or scream or wee yourself?
[To George, after seeing her ex-fiancé with another woman]
I just wanted a chance to explain. You don't know him, you don't know how he'd reacted but I knew. I just I knew that if he saw me again he'd – but he couldn't see me. And now he's got someone else, and now she gets to kiss him and watch him shave and laugh and - I'm still in the clothes that I died in! I get nothing! She gets him and I get... [calms down] I get you.
So what did you think of her then? Janey?
She's... orange.
She works in a tanning salon. She thinks that looks classy! [sulking] I think she looks like Kilroy.
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