Annie Sawyer (![]() ![]() @ 2012-02-13 13:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | {annie sawyer, {john mitchell, {molly hooper, {sherlock holmes |
Who Annie Sawyer and Open
When Early morning
Where Sleeper Car 7
What Discovering remains
Warnings Epic spoilers for the end of series 3 of Being Human
Status Open/ongoing
It was quite early as Annie walked back towards the kitchen, ready to make tea for when Lily arrived. She only made it to sleeping car 7 when she found the remains.
On the plus side Annie had been expecting this for days now. Quite how she hadn’t found a body when she spent most of her time patrolling was beyond her. She was ready. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen dead bodies before. It should have been easier for her if anything. She herself was dead. But it wasn’t that simple. But then nothing ever was. This wasn’t a body. This was ash. Ash she’d seen too many times before. The images for Mitchell crumbling to dust in front of her clouded her mind as she slumped backwards against the wall. It wasn’t him. It wasn’t. It couldn’t be. There were other vampires on board as well and while she didn’t especially want it to be any of them either she’d rather it be them than Mitchell, a thought she hated herself for having. She knew nothing about the other vampires. Who knew what they’d done in their time. They could have been perfectly innocent and on the wagon just as he’d been.
Pull yourself together, Annie She told herself, though she couldn’t stop thinking about that night back in Barry. She felt like she was going to faint, but she knew her body wasn’t capable of such a thing. No breaks for Annie, even when the world’s coming to an end you’ll have to watch it all.
Wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her cardigan and knelt down to take a closer look in case there were any clues, though quite what clues a pile of ashes might hold was anybody’s guess. There was something though. They seemed to sort of shimmer in the light. Admittedly all the vampires she’d seen staked had just floated away on the breeze, so she’d never got that close a look, but Mitchell had stayed in the house, little particles of him on the wooden surfaces, but they hadn’t sparkled like this she was sure of it. Slowly she stood and connected to the network. It seemed like a better idea than just shouting for help. She couldn't imagine many worse ways of being woken up than with the call about yet another murder victim.