Disclaimer: The Characters, that i did not make up, belong to Toby Whithouse/ bbc. I do not own those characters. Any mistakes i make are my own.
1955
The underground room was dark and dirty. Hal scanned the faces of those who filled the room. It was mostly vampires, with a few scantily clad human girls with bloody bandages on their necks. In the middle of the room was a large cage where the evening's festivities would be playing out.
It was two days before Christmas, and the vampires had a way of celebrating it in their own style. The main event of their Christmas celebration was a dog fighting tournament. This would continue over the course of the next 2 days with the champion fight on Christmas Eve.
Hal sat in a chair that looked out across the room of vampires. He sat next to the great Mr. Snow. The two of them together were a force to be reckoned with. They were worshiped and pampered, but above all else, they were feared. According to those who new them, Hal, or Lord Harry as he was more formally called, and Mr. Snow were pure evil.
"Harry," Mr. Snow whispered in to Hal's ear, "We are running low on drink." He motioned to the almost empty decanter that sat on the table in front of them. "Why do you go get us more from our newest blood bag, Bethany".
Without a word, Hal picked up the decanter and made his way through the crowed of vampires. He stopped in front of one of the human girls.
She was small and scared looking.
"Bethany?" Hal said in the most charming voice he could muster. The small girl nodded her head. "Would you please come with me, darling?" He placed his arm around her sullen shoulders and led her through the crowd. They made their way to an empty room that was acting as what appeared to be a wine cellar. Hal turned the girl to face him, placing both of his hands on her hips. For a moment he examined her face as he saw tears began to roll from her eyes.
"You're going to kill me aren't you?" She sobbed.
Hal let a small glimmer of remorse flash across his face before he nodded and let his eyes turn to black.
He bit into her neck at the perfect angle to kill her in one bite. He feed from her for a moment before remembering he was supposed to be filling the decanter. Just as he was about to pull away, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see an old, familiar face.
"Hal," the man before him spoke calmly. "My you've changed." Hal's face turned white. The man before him was an old friend and mentor. He would have been delighted to see him, if the last time they'd spoke, Hal hadn't driven a stake through this mans heart.
"Charles?" Hal spoke, not believing what he saw.
"Yes Henry, lets please skip the part about me being dead, believe I know." Charles let out a small laugh that sent chills down Hal's spine.
"Why-" Hal started.
"Why am I here? I am here to warn you."
"Warn me of what?"
"You have changed so much my baby boy." Charles took Hal's face between his hands. He had been the one to turn Hal into a vampire, "I remember when the thought of killing someone made you sick. And now you are this." Charles took a deep breath, knowing that what he had to tell Hal was hard, "You are evil Henry. That is why I am here."
Hal worked his face from between Charles hands. "What are you saying Charles?"
"Tomorrow night Henry, you will be visited by three ghosts. But both the ghosts of lost souls without their door, but ghosts the likeness you have never seen."
Hal shook his head in confusion and disbelief. "This is crazy, Charles. I am dreaming. You are dead."
"I am so sorry my boy, but this is what has to be done" Charles kissed Hal's forehead before disappearing into thin air.
Hal sat for a moment trying to sort out what just happened. He filled the decanter as he pushed it out of his mind and made his way back to Mr. Snow's side.