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.”
Chapter X
Thursday, December 19, 2002 – 10:25 a.m.
“Good morning. Markle, Regan & Walsh.”
“Hi. I’m trying to reach Roger Carson.”
“One moment, please.” Jed was placed briefly on hold. Then a new female voice, this one somewhat older and carrying a haughty, british accent, came on.
“Mr. Carson’s office. May I help you?”
“Hi. My name’s Jed Inverness. I need to speak with Roger.”
“Does he know why you’re calling?”
“No. I’m a neighbor of his. I need a little legal advice.”
(From left to right) Conny (Patrik Rydmark), Eli (Lina Leandersson), Oskar (Kåre Hedebrant) and Virginia (Ika Nord) out in Blackeberg at night- inspired by the film 'Låt den rätte komma in'.
Part of the same collection as the pieces 'Los Alamos' (the American film) and 'Låt den rätte komma in' (the novel).
Completed 28th November 2010 A.D.
Reference images- http://tinypic.com/r/28vqcrl/7
Jed felt completely exhausted as he and Eli climbed into his chilly pickup truck. It was quite late, and he made no effort to suppress an unhappy yawn as he put on his belt and Eli snapped in next to him. Because of what Eli had said about going away, he was dreading the ride home.
The truck started like a charm and the big V-8 rumbled reassuringly as he backed out of his parking spot and headed toward the exit. He found its sound comforting; it afforded a sense of normalcy that had been absent the entire evening.
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?”
