Fan Fiction

[fish]

What a tease.
But then it was only Camilla so Elin was probably just joking.
Just waiting to find Agnes.

[snaps]

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[Ian]

I love it!


(Though I would have thought Agnes was more the poem writing type )

[fish]

..I love the taste of your body..

That's seriously good Snaps.

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[Ian]

What if she got asked to read it out loud, before the teacher had looked at it...

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[Ian]

LOL!

[kant1781]

Well I must say that I find it very sad that I have obviously missed a lot of snap's writing while I was away. Such a pity! You wouldn't make it available again snaps?

[snaps]

:N Well I must say that I find it very sad that I have obviously missed a lot of snap's writing while I was away. Such a pity! You wouldn't make it available again snaps?

I have been plagiarised online during the last year. So I only post dross now.

[snaps]

Not really fanfiction. It is original in the dark fantasy/ paranormal romance/mystery genre, but aims to avoid the ''lesbian vampire killers hype''. It does draws heavily on themes from FA/SML and from ''Let The Right One In''. This is a sketchy early chapter in what would be a full-length novel. Some other people have read it and think its OK. I deliberately ''de-gendered'' the character of Alex so, at this stage he/she could be a boy or a girl (which she is). Although it's a big market, and saturated with boy/girl relationships, not quite sure the world is ready for what I have in mind

ENSAM OCH FÖRLORADE

Queuing up in the Lunch Hall, I decided to make the acquaintance of the mysterious new girl. I don’t know quite why. I just felt an odd magnetic pull of fascination. I split with my usual companions, and followed her to where she sought out the darkest corner. The weak low March sun, even at its peak slanting through the windows, made this a dingy corner.

‘Mind if I join you?’ I asked politely. She looked at me blankly. 'I’m Alex'. I was in your class this morning.’ Another expressionless blank. Frankly I was not surprised as she had shown little interest in class, and not answered any questions nor asked any. Just a haunted staring out of the window.

I sat down regardless. I shivered and studied her as I scooped up my meatballs. She was wearing only a grubby thin top in pastel green. Dark descriptionless jeans and cheap trainers to complement. I tried to break the ice. ‘It’s very cold today. Aren’t you freezing?’

‘No’ she said pointedly, adding. ‘I’m from the North. Nobotten? We get used to the cold there.’ I nodded. Certainly her rough rustic accent indicated that. The paleness of her skin likewise, the lack of exposure to sunlight. Her thin wisps of black hair setting her pallor into even sharper contrast.

I grinned, ‘Please excuse my Swedish. I’m a foreigner. Everyone wants to talk to me in English, but I need to practise.’ I got a curt nod. My eyes fell on her again. The dark rings round her eyes suggested tiredness and late nights. What looked like a dark stain of raspberry syrup on her top, spoke of family neglect.

I observed that she had only taken a small portion of rice on her plate, which she clumsily pushed round. Chasing the scattering grains with a fork it looked like she was unused to handling cutlery. ‘You should have had some fish sauce with that. It’s usually good.’

She sighed and sipped at a beaker of plain water, like a tiny bird by a frozen lakeside. ‘I’m on a diet’ she offered. I looked incredulously at her skinny frame. ‘You don’t look you need to diet!’ I said clumsily. ‘It’s a special diet’ she countered. I regretted my remarks. Perhaps she was anorexic or something, or anaemic at least.

I grew weary of seeing her attempting to pull together the loose rice. ‘Look, why don’t you try this with it?’ I offered her the tiny jar of jam to go with my sweet. ‘It’s lingonberry. From the North like you, so maybe it’ll make you feel more at home.’ I smiled and got the first ray of a nervous smile back.

She she scooped the contents out to use as a glue to hold the rice together. ‘I’m Stella, by the way.’ At last some recognition. Then she added bowing her head down ‘but just so you know, I’m not good at making friends.’

‘Oh that’s OK, I’m really quite shy too.’ I lied. For the first time I got a puzzled direct eye contact from Stella.

‘Errr, you probably still have a boyfriend back home?’ I enquired. She shot me a withering look. ‘Or .. I don’t know, girlfriend or something?’ I said in a politically correct but stupid way.

‘It’s just that we move around a lot, so I don’t get the time to make many friends.’

I was just pondering her comment, like maybe she was from a gypsy family or something. That might explain her unkempt appearance. That was when her next words hit me. Like a thunderbolt. ‘But that doesn’t mean we can’t make out’

I spluttered on my chocolate milk drink. Did she mean ‘hang out’ or ‘make out’? ‘Sorry’, I gasped ‘What was that you said? My Swedish is lacking.’

I said ‘It’s just that we move around ….’ ‘No’ I interrupted ‘I meant after that’

‘I didn’t say anything’ she looked at me in a strange way watching me.

My eyes met hers properly for the first time. ‘Are you that dumb? You know what I meant’ she wore a flirtatious smile, but her lips never moved. Stella’s words registered in my head, but they came with no sound attached.

‘How do you do that!?’ I asked astonished.

‘What do you mean?’ she grinned shyly.

‘You know. Speak without moving your lips?’

She looked coyly and said ‘I’m sorry Alex. I was just testing you.’ At least, to my relief, the words were spoken this time. It occurred to me, maybe she was a ventriloquist. My mind was in a whirl. Perhaps she is part of a travelling fair, or circus, or cabaret act? Yes that must be it. The late nights, late to bed, late wake-ups must explain her pale complexion.

Suddenly she giggled and suppressed her squeal with her thin fine fingered hand.

‘Errr. Did I just say something funny?’

‘Yes Alex.’ Stella was quick to rejoin ‘but I know you are the kind of person who enjoys fun.’

True, I like a girl with spirit and intelligence. I leaned back in my chair. A slight rouge of embarassment had come to her cheeks as she studied her shoes. For the first time I had come to see her as attractive rather than just interesting. Her thin helpless frame, her smile breaking through the ice.

The part of my brain that composes fantasies suddenly kicked into overdrive. I imagined us together in the boudoir of some exotic palace, entertaining the Sultan with a magical act before disappearing into a kingsize bed of silken sheets ……

‘Alex!’

I felt a sharp kick under the table. That, I did not imagine. I felt a stillness in the air, and the stares of other students. This time it was turn for me to blush. I felt sticky and wondered if I had wet my pants.

I leaned in to Stella. ‘What happened there?’ she asked sympathetically.

‘I … I’m sorry Stella.’ I flustered. I spoke in a whisper to her ear as she leaned into me ‘I have a condition called “Petit Mal”. The doctors say I should have grown out of it by now… I don’t know .. I just go off on one. It kind of puts people off me … they think I’m epileptic … I know … but … but ..’

I felt Stella’s cool hands resting on and soothing my shaking feverish hands.

I studied what had now broken out into a broad smile, and Stella’s pearly white teeth seemed to illuminate our darkened space. ‘Bullshit. No you didn’t. We just had an exchange. That’s all.’

I looked up into the dark pools of her eyes and felt ready to drown in them.

‘An exchange?’

She smiled then giggled ‘I hope it was as good for you as it was for me!’

‘You mean?’ I stuttered … ‘We shared that experience? What like you are a mindreader or something?’

Stella nodded.

The rational and cynical side of me had begun to return. I laughed, hoping to share a joke. Yes this must be it. Part of the Stage Act.

‘OK, okay .. ’ I desperately scrabbled for some sense of reason. ‘Then tell me one important thing about me, go on … just one’

Stella smiled precociously. ‘How about something I could not possibly know?’

‘Right’. It was as if I could feel her tendrilled arms exploring my soul.

I breathed deeply. ‘OK. OK. I’m going to call you on your bull. I bet you one krona’

Stella interjected ‘I have no money, I’m poor, but if I am wrong then I promise to kiss like you have never been kissed before’

I like a challenge.

‘If you’re so smart, then tell me what blood group I am. Huh!’

Stella added ‘But of course, if I get to kiss you first, I will know exactly what your blood group is …’

Stella sucked in her breath. ‘Alex. You disappoint me. I not only knew your question, but I have the answer already.’ She turned over her paper table knapkin.

A chill of iced water ran down my spine. The rarest blood group.

Stella added in a coquetish way ‘But of course, that was easy. We share the same blood group. Why else would I have sniffed you out and asked you here?’

I needed fresh air, and our time was running out.

‘Look Stella. It’s been lovely meeting you. We have different classes this afternoon but give me your cellphone number and I’ll text you. Let’s meet up after school’

Stella looked at me with sad sallowed eyes. ‘Really Alex. I can’t afford a cellphone. We use this, right?’ Her long maroon fingernail stroked the side of her temple and I knew she was right.

I clumsily made my way across the now empty Lunch Hall. I felt her thought hit me in the back of the head.

‘Alex. It’s no shame, but you haven’t been with anyone yet have you?’

‘SO WHAT!!!’ I screamed back at her.

Her thoughts stroked me seductively. ‘Oh nothing dearest. It’s just that virgin blood tastes so much sweeter.’

[fish]

Wow.
Please tell me there's more of this coming.

[snaps]

Fanq. Sadly not at the moment. To drive this on would require a lot of time which I don't have, and a visit to Sweden to research and get the mindset. That costs money which I don't have either.

[fish]

That's a bit sad.

Maybe Alex could visit you in her role as motivational speaker, you know, just to provide you with some research inspiration. I suppose she might might even bunk in with you while she's there given your lack of funds.

It's dirty work, but someone has to do it.

[snaps]

I will have to live through my dolls. In addition to Elin and Agnes dolls, I now have Oskar and Eli dolls:



Convincing aren't they !?

I need to do a Lisbeth Salander doll to join them.