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When Jed introduced himself to Dr. Cook’s receptionist, a short, heavy-set brunette in her late 20’s with an honest-to-God native Virginian accent, she wasted no time in telling him to come around to the back; clearly, she had been told to keep her eyes peeled for him. Once again he entered the back area, but this time they passed the exam room from the night before and she took him to the left down the hallway toward a door at the end.
Katie was in the kitchen flouring a bundt pan for her Christmas rum cake when the knock came at the side door. She glanced at the clock radio hanging under the cabinet in the corner nook, which told her that it was 7:15 p.m. as it began to play Burl Ives’ “A Holly Jolly Christmas.” She wiped her hands on her apron, went to the door, and peered out through the sheers at the figures on the concrete stoop: Jed and Eli. She gave them a surprised smile, threw back the deadbolt, and swung open the door.
“Hello, Jed—and Eli, too. Come in, come in. Quick, before you get cold.”
“Eli . . . Eli, honey—don’t worry, I won’t be afraid. I won’t run away.” He said the words, but was not sure he believed them; yet, now there was no room for doubt. He hugged her. “I just—I didn’t understand, and I still don’t, but—what I said is true . . . I do love you.”
“I’ll leave if you want. If you can’t handle all of this.” She began to sob softly into his coat.
Jed and Eli stood in the boy’s clothing aisle. They were shopping at Wal-Mart, which was not, to Jed’s way of thinking, much of an improvement over K-Mart. He pulled a sweatshirt off the shelf and checked the tag. “Here’s a medium. Are you sure you don’t like red?”
“No—the blue is fine.” She opened up the one she was holding and held it against her chest. “This’ll work.”
He looked at her, nonplussed. “But it’s just like the one you got on. Don’t you want a little variety?”
“No. Jag gillar blå.”
“What?”
It was near dusk and he had waited only 45 minutes when the doe stepped into view from behind a screen of heavy scrub and saplings about 175 yards down the snow-covered mountainside. She moved cautiously, approaching him at an angle. She was big as does went, and had no fawns. He would have preferred a buck, but was hunting for food so it did not matter.
It is now 2002, over 20 years after Eli and Oskar left Blackeberg. Oskar is dead, and Eli has come to the United States to start a new life. Grieving over Oskar's death, he is befriended by a solitary woodsman named Jed. With his help, Eli attempts to regain his humanity.
Disclaimer:
The following is adapted from the novel Let the Right One In by John A. Linqvist and the film bearing the same name. The characters in this work are those of Mr. Linqvist and no copyright protection is asserted to this work.
These character aren't mine, but I love them enough to keep drawing and writing about them.
Chapter one - Love on a train
The train rocking side to side helped sooth Oskar's irregular heartbeat, his breathing slowed as well. He melted back into the seat, relaxing now that a few stations were between them and Blackeberg. He thought he had seen a police car heading toward the station as trhe train had begun to pick up speed.
These aren't my characters. (Wait! Some of them are now!)
They (The best ones!) may belong to someone else, but I love 'em enough to write about them.
First Thirst - an LTROI Fanfiction
by covenant 6452
This is a continuation of my fan fiction. It takes places 3 nights after the events of "Winter's Cold Breath" on the outskirts of Sundsvall.
Oskar's skin felt tighter. Stretched across his face and neck the tightness pulled at the skin across his shoulders.
He needed something and knew what it was, but tried hard not to think about it.
Oskar and Eli are not my characters, but I love them enough to write about them.
The other characters are all mine baby!
"Winter's Cold Breath"
The events in this story take place just a few days after the end of "A Song at Night", somewhere west of Östersund.
The weather had changed in the hours shortly before the sun had risen. A cold front slipped slowly southeast out of the Arctic Circle, it's growing winds swirled a sea of clouds across the sky as silent as a distant avalanche.
These aren't my characters but I love them enough to write about them.
"A Cold Treat "
The time is mid-October 1983
The place is a public park near in Norway.
Eli was a silent shadow among shadows. Creeping slowly along a thick horizontal branch high above a tarmac path she stopped and looked about and down, then stretched out wrapping her arms and legs around the limb.
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