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The Devil's Nest, Friday Evening

Allie was grateful that the cold didn't bother her any longer. Otherwise the walk over would have been extremely unpleasant.

Since Tiny was huddled near the fireplace, Allie took his place behind the bar and started looking up drink recipes on her phone. Now that her paperwork said she was twenty-one she could actually function as a bartender, not just as a tiny bouncer.

She felt vaguely edgy, but hadn't quite realized why yet.

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Bob hadn't even noticed a difference; it wasn't like he breathed at all. But he'd told Allie he'd drop by, and he hated to stand up a pretty girl, so here he was!

He looked around the club, grinned, and headed over to her. "Hello! Did you have a very good weekend?" He had.

"I did," Allie replied. "Right up to the point where the wish wore off and I was standing in the bright sunshine of an LA afternoon."

"Oo." Bob winced in sympathy. "Was it bad?"

"Minorly singed. Fortunately my friend thought fast and got me wrapped up in his coat and out of the sun before there was major damage," she shrugged.

"Leaving you as radiant as ever," Bob said, grinning. "And you got to see LA. What's it like? I've seen movies of course, but..." He shrugged.

"Crowded. Alive in a way I didn't think was possible," Allie replied. "There's nothing like it where I'm from."

"Where are you from?" Bob asked. "I don't think I asked before."

"Someplace that was once a lot like this world. But then Red Lung came, most people turned into rabids, what you'd probably know as zombies, and then the vampires took over what was left," she stated matter-of-factly.

"Some sort of disease?" Bob guessed.

"Exactly," Allie nodded. "And when they tried to cure it using vampire blood, well that's what caused the rabids and everything went to hell."

"Lovely." Bob grimaced. "How bad was it that somebody actually said, 'I think vampire blood is the answer to this!'?"

"A vampire who thought the food supply was going to be wiped out." She made a face, realizing how it sounded. "He had good intentions. Except you know what they say about the road to hell."

"Paved over, around, and through," Bob said, shaking his head. "And you haven't got other magic in your world to help?"

"Nope, no magic. People just try to do the best they can to survive." For a given definition of survival meaning scraping by. "I grew up as a street rat in the ruins. I got turned just about three years ago after I was attacked by rabids. I didn't want to be a vampire. But it was better then being dead...er."

"What brought you to Fandom?" Bob asked.

"Saw the lights and crossed the causeway. Then the universe decided I needed to stay here." She gave a half-hearted shrug. "I'll get back there at some point. But for now I have friends and books. I don't need much more then that."

"What about you? Why are you on the island?"

"There was a convention last year, a number of ghosts?" Bob shrugged. "I came for that, helped out a bit. The school decided to give me a job." He chewed his lip. "I don't get a lot of freedom back home, to put it mildly. The chance to wander an entire island, meet people, do things? I wasn't about to pass that up."

"Makes sense," Allie nodded. "Have you been a ghost for a long time?"

"Around eleven hundred years," Bob answered. "I suppose it depends on your definition of a long time."

She had to laugh. "Long time. Definitely a long time. I've only been a vampire for three years."

"Oh, a youngster!" Bob grinned. Then turned a bit rueful. "It's a difficult adjustment at first, isn't it? Being something you're not used to."

"I had a good teacher. He made sure I learned control. Plus, well, I'm stubborn enough, I'm not going to let instinct control me." Or, as Eric described her. A self-righteous baby vamp.

"I've found stubbornness to be invaluable," Bob said, grinning. "At least when it comes to learning. Also adaptability and a good sense of sarcasm."

Or maybe that was just him.

"I'm a work in progress when it comes to sarcasm," Allie admitted. "But I'm learning."

"Can I ask how you wound up a ghost?"

"I died," Bob answered. Then relented enough to add, "Got cursed to stick around. It's had its good and bad points, really."

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