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fandomtownies2006-01-09 07:42 pm
izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomtownies2006-01-09 07:42 pm
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The Beach, Dusk, NFB
Isabel sat on the beach listening to the pounding of the waves. She'd seen the ocean before, usually on family vacations to Southern California. But there was something different about this ocean, grey and cold under the cloudy sky that held her attention as she thought about the last few days.
The first day of classes had gone well. She still couldn't quite believe that her Western Literature professor was Geoffrey Chaucer. She tried trying to imagine how he got here but finally chalked it up to just another unusual thing in Fandom.
Overall things were going well. Having a guy for a roommate wasn't quite as bad as she first feared, Xander was sweet and funny and reminded her of Alex in a way. But of course thinking of Alex reminded her of home.
Max still hadn't called her back despite the message she'd left. She couldn't believe he could be that stubborn. For a moment she wondered if perhaps her voicemail had been misdirected but she doubted it. All the messages she'd received had been from folks in Fandom, so it probably had only affected the local phone system.
Mentally she shrugged, she'd call him back at some point. Maybe by then she'd have something useful to tell him.
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The first day of classes had gone well. She still couldn't quite believe that her Western Literature professor was Geoffrey Chaucer. She tried trying to imagine how he got here but finally chalked it up to just another unusual thing in Fandom.
Overall things were going well. Having a guy for a roommate wasn't quite as bad as she first feared, Xander was sweet and funny and reminded her of Alex in a way. But of course thinking of Alex reminded her of home.
Max still hadn't called her back despite the message she'd left. She couldn't believe he could be that stubborn. For a moment she wondered if perhaps her voicemail had been misdirected but she doubted it. All the messages she'd received had been from folks in Fandom, so it probably had only affected the local phone system.
Mentally she shrugged, she'd call him back at some point. Maybe by then she'd have something useful to tell him.
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notstakedyet. No problem with saying she was here, but the conversation itself is NFB.]
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Vamp sight meant he spotted someone probably long before they spotted him. But manners and the desire to not come off scary (or at least not to scare the wrong people) made him make sure to get within range of regular eyesight. Sean's happy yips probably also gave them away.
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"Hey," Angel said. "Sean - jeez - calm down a little, buddy." He gave Isabel a look of apology. "Sorry. We're still working on things like 'sit,' 'stay,' and 'try not to be such a spaz.'"
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She looked up at Angel, who seemed to tower above her. "That's okay. He's cute enough to get away with it for now. What brings you down here? Just getting him some exercise?"
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Angel was only slightly doing baby-talk at that last part. Only a little. A vamp had a reputation to maintain.
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There was a stick in the sand next to her. She showed it to Sean and then threw it a little ways down the beach.
She patted the sand next to her. She's been told he wasn't dangerous, and he seemed like a nice guy. It wouldn't hurt to get to know him a bit better. "Have a seat while he runs?"
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"But," she said a bit more brightly, "that's not important now. Well except for not wanting to deprieve Sean of his daddy. I take it the whole sunlight/flame/dust thing is true?" she asked.
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Sean was rolling around playing with the stick, after a short round of tug of war, she pulled it from him and threw it again.
"So what other things should I know about vampires? How much of every horror movie I've seen is true and how much is creative license?" She hoped he didn't think she was being nosy. But she really was curious.
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I have this neat trick where I can change molecular structure of stuff."She patted Sean as he returned the stick and then threw it again.
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She looked at him mischieviously, "I don't suppose you can tell what perfume I'm wearing?"
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She shivered then and pulled her jacket closer around her shoulders. The cold and the dampness seemed to be getting worse as it got darker. "I guess I should get back to the dorms. It's getting cold out."
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"Want company for the walk back? Unfortunately I'm not the only vamp in town, and the other two aren't as nice as I am."
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She stood, brushed the sand off her pants, and waited for Angel to lead the way back to the school.
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Isabel had long legs, but she still had trouble matching Angel's stride. It didn't help that it was dark and she couldn't see the path all that clearly.
"Damnit!" She couldn't see what she tripped over, but she landed hard, feeling the worn knee of her jeans give way and a sudden burning on her kneecap.
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She poked at her skin through the rip, wincing as it stung. Pulling her fingers away, she frowned at the blood that stained them.
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Then Angel paused. He saw the blood first. That wasn't possible. His body was so attuned to human blood he would've been able to smell it on Isabel even if he'd been halfway down the beach. There was a scent, sure. But not the rich, heady smell of copper that would've made him long to wet his fangs.
That could only mean one thing.
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"What's wrong?" she asked. And then she realized in a series of rapid-fire thoughts...
He's a vampire.
He can smell my perfume even over the smell of the ocean.
Our blood is different.
Oh God, does it smell different to him?
Outwardly she got very still, but inside her heart started to race as she waited for him to speak.
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"It's okay," he said. He lowered his voice, trying to project an aura of calm. "Isabel, I promise. It's okay."
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She couldn't think beyond those two words, he knew.
Images raced through her head, the Sheriff, suspicious, watching them at the Crashdown. Maria's dream of her as some sort of freaky tentacle monster. Max, screaming in pain while in the hands of the Special Unit.
She'd come to Fandom in an effort to be normal and now it was all ruined because of a stupid rock.
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He wondered if somewhere out there it was appropriate or also ironic that his next guess was thanks to what he'd learned back when Kitty Pryde had called him a friend.
"Isabel, if it's - if you're worried that I'll - " how could he even phrase it without possibly saying words she didn't even want to hear aloud? Angel tried a different tactic. "Isabel, I'm very good at keeping secrets. If that's what you're worried about, don't be."
He gave her a smile. It was a rare one that not many people got to see: Angel friendly, and on their side. "I'm not so big with talking anyway."
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If he could keep a secret, maybe things would still be okay. But then again, Liz had said she could keep a secret as well. She did, mostly, but it didn't matter in the end. It all went to hell anyway. She hoped history wasn't going to repeat itself here in Fandom.
She dabbed at her knee and then slowly climbed to her feet without looking at him. "Still want to walk me back?" she asked quietly.
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