Labels: _art, verse: misc.

I'm totally cheating. I drew this ages ago. But I'm like sick so w/e, w/e.

Labels: _art, c: quennarin HT, verse: errerrin

Prompt: Bulletproof. Words: 285.

"What the fuck," Sam said. "Allie. Allie. What the fuck."

"It's your birthday present," Allie said serenely, and smiled at him. She looked perfectly sweet, except that she had just given him a revolver.

"You'll have to learn how to use one someday," she said, in a tone that suggested what she was saying wasn't completely insane.

"Why," Sam said.

Unfortunately, she answered. "For self-defense," she said.

"Against who?"

"Vampires."

"You're a vampire," Sam said. Allie didn't answer; Sam turned the gun over in his hands. It was cold, and second-hand: he could feel angry, violent memories pushing against his fingers where the skin touched metal. He shuddered lightly, and put it down.

"We worry, you know," Allie said finally.

"Because I'm human?" Sam replied.

"Because you're a friend."

"You guys aren't exactly bulletproof either," Sam snapped. The gun, red-black and cold to his mind, was starting to make him feel sick. "But I'm not giving you weapons that you can--that you k-kill people with!"

"Because we don't need them!" Allie said, rearing, and Sam jerked back. The gun clattered to the floor and they both winced at the sound. Allie's teeth were bared, eerily sharp. She saw his expression and seemed to fold herself inwards, as if that would make her presence smaller.

"We worry," she said. "Please, just--take it, Sam."

Sam pushed his palm against his eyes and thought angrily at his fear: Allie's a friend. She's not dangerous.

But the edge of terror wouldn't go away.

"I don't need it," he said, voice thick. "Dark's--he already gave me a knife."

He heard her kneel, pick up the damn revolver. "That's... okay, Sam," she said, and he hated how relieved she was.

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