Oskar

Trooper Darren McAllister was on pins and needles as he trailed the mysterious Explorer. Just a few more miles, and they would hit the Maryland state line where, he had been told, the federal boys would be waiting to take over this highly unusual assignment. Then he could go back to pulling over speeders and make his monthly quota.

This is my first attempt at a series. And...I don't have much of it figured out yet. So I'm kind of pulling together as I go.

I'm also hoping this FF will be a bit different from the others in terms of the story.

Enjoy...

“Dreams are real as long as they last.
Can we say more of life?”
-Havelock Ellis

“Grandpa!!”

Oskar jumped slightly as he was startled by the sudden yell of children. He had been staring out the window contemplating the winter. So barren and lifeless made so beautiful just by sprinkling a little bit of white powder around. He loved winter. Though the reason for this seasonal love he couldn’t remember….

They were a quarter-way across Chain Bridge, and Jed was reasonably sure they were not being followed. Eli sat in the middle, sniffing and wiping his eyes and nose; Dave, riding shotgun, was as stiff as a board and kept glancing in the side-view. Jed rolled down his window, swerved briefly into the oncoming traffic lane, and heaved his pistol out. It sailed over a tall metal guardrail and disappeared into the darkness toward the Potomac River below.

Well...What to say.

I have always enjoyed writing and this little piece right here is included. I hope everyone who reads it, gets at least a little something out of it. I know I have gotten a lot out of the other FF on this site.

I think I wrote this for myself just as much as for everyone else. Death is something everybody has to face. Its hard. I think me writing this has a lot to do with that. To help me face it, and know everything I love and cherish will one day be gone and I can't bring it with me. Then I will be forgotten. No trace.

She was standing at the foot of a green hill beneath a brilliant blue sky. At the top of the hill there was a swingset. A figure was on one swing, swinging back and forth. There was joy in the swinging; a carefree happiness that drew her upward.

“Who is it?”

Alexander knew straight away from the tone who the voice belonged to behind the rather worn wooden door. It puzzled him as to why they would choose to stay in such a low end part of London, and in this hotel none the less. But then, he supposed that it paid to keep a low profile, especially as Eli and Oskar where only twelve apiece. He cleared his throat, and noted it was unusually dry. He had skipped his usual feeding – for once – to come and see Eli, as bad as he knew that could be.

Oskar played with a chip of paint on the wall, poking it with his fingernail. He got a satisfying little tear as he pried it back from the wall. If he wanted, he could use his knife and do a quick job of it, but he didn't want to damage the paint too much. They weren't going to stay here very long, so he knew he couldn't make any noticeable changes to the apartment.

Well, this is my first foray into LTROI fan fiction. It is centered several months after the events in the film, but it will include my own OC Vampire, Alexander. He is younger than Eli by quite a large margin, and yet was turned at seventeen. This is not an attempt at a pairing or a self-insert; simply an expression of how i think Eli would react around another of her kind after not seeing one for so long. Oskar is alive and well but for the first several chapters, will not play a large part. Indeed, the first few chapters will simply be how Eli and Alexander react.

“So, you’re willing to have the echo, huh?” Dr. Goodwin strode into the conference room, a rolled sheaf of papers sticking out of one pocket of his doctor’s coat, a freshly lit cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth.

He smiled, pumped Jed’s hand and gave him a pat on the back. “Howya doing, Jed?--no need to get up. You don’t mind if I smoke, do you?” Without waiting for an answer he stepped over to Eli, who had turned away from the window toward him, and shook his hand, too. “Good to see you, kid.”