Oskar

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.

CHAPTER 15

Back and forth.
Back and forth.

Eli paced from one side of the shed to the other. Then she sat down for awhile. Then she stood up and paced some more. Then she cracked open the door a little and peeked out. Then repeated the whole thing again.

Hungry. So hungry. Like itching inside my veins. It was maddening.

CHAPTER 14

GONE AWRY

Oskar stood, shivering, and stared at the mausoleum’s open doorway. Beyond the building’s roofline, the brightening of the eastern sky heralded the approaching dawn. Before him the pickup truck idled softly, vainly awaiting its driver’s return.

He felt stunned by an enormous weight, precipitously dropped upon him. In less than a minute, his life had been irretrievably altered. He tried to gather his panicked thoughts.

CHAPTER 13

Oskar vomited into the toilet. Most of his dinner came out the first time, and a little more on the second round. Then he endured some dry heaves before he finally felt better.

He remained kneeling for a few moments in front of the bowl in his underwear, shivering. Fever is getting higher, he thought. He stood and looked at himself in the vanity as he shook three Tylenol out of the bottle and put it back on the sink. You don’t look so hot. Should go lie down.

CHAPTER 12

Oskar stuck his hands a little deeper into the pockets of his parka, hoping to slow the penetration of cold through his gloves and into his fingers. It didn’t help much, but it made him feel better. He hustled along the final curve of Horsensgatan before it connected with 63.

He wished it hadn’t snowed so early and so heavily so he could have kept riding his bike. Naturally, everything had to be difficult; even the weather was piling on to make his life miserable.

Chapter 11

Running through the woods
Run with me Oskar run fast like deer
I hold your hand we must hurry, hurry
I know you don’t understand
but trust me don’t stop

You are what I need
But not here in the dark woods,
not in the darkness
It must be there, I see it now I can hear it
Where the silver coldness comes down
Where darkness becomes light
That’s where I must be with you,

CHAPTER 10

Oskar woke up. He had overslept; it was already past 4 p.m., according to the alarm clock on the floor by his mattress, and would certainly be dark outside by now. He stood and stretched.

As he dressed, he thought about last night. He was both happy and sad: happy that his emotional bond with Eli had been restored; sad that tonight she would be leaving.

Eli was not around, and as he moved into the kitchen, he saw that the bathroom door was closed. Sleepyhead, he thought with a smile. Well, she’ll be up in a minute.

CHAPTER 9

“Give me one more. And that’ll be about all I can do for now.”

“Okay. Hang on.” Oskar scanned the page of the algebra book he was holding. He lay on the couch with the book; Eli lay on her stomach on the floor, propped up by a pillow under her chest, with some worksheets in front of her.

“All right,” he said with a playfully malicious grin. “You’ll never get this one.”

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.