fic: darkcity, how sam and allie meet

How Allie and Sam meet. 606 words.

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"And what will you be having?" the girl says, and she looks, sounds, so completely natural that Sam almost doubts himself. Almost.

She's good. He'll grant her that. Her hair is messy, and she looks ridiculous in the hat. But her smile isn't right, not for a girl working the fast-food track; there's a certain line to the way she moves, a tilt to her voice that is slightly too flat. She's too put-together, like a model posing in a magazine or an actress playing a role.

Still. She's good. Sam wonders what she is, if she's even anything he--or anyone--can shove into a neat, black-white label.

She isn't feral, and she isn't a ghoul. Socks was a ghoul, and the girl in front of him isn't exhibiting any of the signs. Sam wonders where she gets her blood from.

He glances around, making sure noone's near enough to hear. He doesn't bother being discreet. Then he leans forward, elbows on a counter slippery with who-knows-what, and says: "So what's a vampire doing busting her ass off in a place like this?"

She smiles at him. "So, a medium Coke and a cheeseburger?" she says.

"Sprite, actually," Sam says. Her smile widens, and shows teeth.

Sam says, "Thanks," and opens his wallet. She gives him his food.

Thirty minutes later she's sitting across from him. She's taken the hat off, which is bad, or maybe good, because it makes her look slightly less ridiculous and it reminds Sam of what she is. She's a blonde, and attractive. She has a pink bracelet on.

Sam has already finished his meal, and gone for a refill four times, and went to the bathroom twice. He's probably going to feel off tonight, from drinking so much soda.

"I don't see many of you guys around here," Sam says. He puts his cup between them, like a shield, as if plastic and paper could ever stop a vampire.

"No," the vampire says. She's still playing the teenaged girl, and slouching like a pro.

Sam tells her his address. "Come any time," he says. "But make sure I'm there. Dark's kind of territorial, and he's probably older than you."

"... Why?" the girl says.

Sam grins at her. "I'm... gathering a coven. Sort of."

"You're a human," she says. "Humans can't rule."

"Yeah, I'm a bit young, huh?" Sam says, as if the issue is age. "That's why I said sort of."

"You're scared," she returns. "Your heart is beating faster than normal. And you're sweating. Your breathing is too controlled. And the skin below your eyes is twitching."

"Uh," Sam says, "I knew I was scared already. No need to give me a report. Seriously, though," he adds. "Come any time."

The girl straightens. She's forgotten herself. When Sam stands up, he finds himself looking down at a predator. He forces himself to smile. "See you," he says.

He leaves.

He's entirely, entirely unsurprised to find Dark waiting for him outside, because the guy is an obsessive, paranoid freak. He's smoking. Dark will never admit that he smokes when stressed.

"She'll come," Sam says in reply to Dark's unspoken question. Dark walks with him, and, side-by-side, they make their way to Sam's car.

"That makes three," Dark says. "It's hardly a coven."

Sam laughs. "It's enough, for now. Minimum of three, am I right?" He reaches into his pocket, curls his fingers around the receipt he feels there. He touches the flimsy paper and feels traces of the girl still lingering. Vampires feel different from humans, the taste and color of their thoughts different--cooler, and less chaotic. They burn less.

Sam smiles. "She'll come," he says, again.

Dark nods, and follows his lead.

Labels: _fiction, c: allison fencer, c: dark, c: samuel gray, verse: darkcity

haha great one! reminds me of twilight? that comment not intended as an insult just fyi! haha great writing as usual! and in the midst of exams!!! haha good luck :)

by  KY, at May 4, 2009 9:16 PM