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The Park, Sunday Evening

Allie had been enjoying Fandom's summer tour and had spent most of her free time exploring the other planets. At least until this week. Cheese, sticky, gross, and kind of smelly. She was just going to stick to Fandom for the time being.

Tonight her plan was to practice some sword drills and do some reading. But first she was going to wait till the lure on the person-shaped crater in the park ran out. She almost had enough Magikarp to evolve one.

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Peter was still trying to get the lay of the land, and it wasn't like he needed sleep, really. He watched the ducks and flamingos for a bit, then wandered a little further.

"Oh." He nodded to the girl standing there staring at her...device of some sort. "Hi."

"Gotcha," Allie said to her phone before shoving it into the pocket of her jeans. The Magikarp could wait. Plus the lure was about to run out. "Evening, you're a new face."

Peter gave her a lopsided grin. "People keep saying that. I guess this really is a small town." He stuck his hand out. "Peter Octavian."

"Allie Sekemoto," she replied, taking his hand. If Peter was paying attention he might notice that her skin was a little cooler then a normal human's, more like room temperature. "Welcome to the island. What brings you here?"

Peter noticed, but wasn't quite sure what to make of it. Maybe she was one of the other creatures folks had mentioned?

He shrugged. "A demon, a portal, and desperation. I wasn't really trying for here, just anywhere. But I hear it's not a bad place to be."

"It's not. It has a habit of pulling people in who need a place to be, whether they realize it or not." It was something Allie had finally made her peace with. "Almost four years ago I saw the lights and crossed the causeway. It's been frustrating at times, but it's been worth it."

"Saw the lights?" Peter asked. "Not from the cheese planet, I'm guessing."

Allie laughed. "Not the cheese planet. Or the one before that with the alien guys who loved a good fight." She had many happy memories of that planet. "Where I'm from, well, it's more a dystopian hell world that's been overrun by vampires and what most people call zombies."

"That sounds...bad," Peter said awkwardly. "Sorry."

"It was, is, pretty awful," she agreed. "Coming here was...eye-opening to say the least. What about your world? I haven't heard of many places where demons are common."

"They're not," Peter said. "This one tricked his way in; we killed him. But he opened a portal home first, and I got sucked in."

"Better here then a hell dimension. Have you tried to get home yet?" Knowing the island, Allie would put money on him being stuck.

"Much better," Peter answered fervently.

"I haven't tried yet. I've mostly been trying to get on my feet." He gave her another of his lopsided grins. "Folks have been surprisingly helpful so far."

"They tend to do that," she nodded. "Jack did the same for me when I crossed over with nothing but a sword and the clothes on my back. Who did you meet?"

"A guy named Sparkle," Peter answered. "You had a sword more than me. You use it still?" That seemed a bit anachronistic.

[Bedtime for me! SP?]

"Don't know him personally but I've heard his name on radio. I think he owns Demon Marcus." The perils of being a creature of the night, it made it hard to meet people that kept semi-regular hours.

"Occasionally, when the island is having one of random bouts of weirdness. Last week there were a few nasties running around that needed putting down." Allie gestured towards the nearby park bench where her katana was resting in its sheath. "The rest of the time I keep it handy just in case something nasty wanders across the causeway. I mean I came across, what's to stop another vampire or a rabid from following the same lights?"

Because it's been four years and the island can take care of itself maybe?

[Great SP for the win! I'm toddling off myself as soon as Jon Oliver is over. Sleep well!]

"Yeah, I have him to thank for my clothes," Peter said.

Then, eyeing her with a bit of confusion and a hint of wariness, "Another vampire?"

This was always the awkward part. "Yeah, another vampire. I cam across with no bad intentions, but that's not usually how vampires from my world are. They'd consider this place nothing but a buffet."

Peter eyed her for a moment, but he'd gotten pretty good at sniffing out lies over the years; he'd had to.

"Yeah," he sighed. "I guess I can relate. It's an uphill battle teaching some of us they don't have to be assholes."

Not that he was naming names. Hannibal.

Honest and somewhat earnest, that was Allie. And once she actually processed what he'd said, you could add surprised as well.

"One of us?" she repeated. "Damn, I usually I'm better at picking up things like that. Then again, if you're not trying to be an asshole..."

Allie had a few names of her own. Jackal.

Peter snorted. "I try not to, yeah." He cocked his head. "You don't seem the same as the...vampires...I'm used to, either. We call ourselves Shadows. Except for the assholes."

"Eric calls me an uptight, idealistic baby vampire," Allie said with a shrug. As far as she was concerned that was a badge of honor.

"Shadows is a new one. I guess it must be one of those different world things. Which makes me wonder what other differences there are. Can you eat regular food?"

"I...sort of," Peter answered. He made a face. "It's not worth all the effort for something I'll just be throwing back up, though. Why, can you?"

Good, Allie wouldn't have to seethe with jealousy every time she saw him. "Nope. Just a steady diet of True Blood."

No need to mention the charmed, but mind-controlling necklace that had removed most of her vampire weaknesses.

"Sparkle mentioned that," Peter said. "I haven't looked for it yet. It really works?"

Peter wouldn't mention yet that all his former vampiric weaknesses were just church mind-control and no problem for him anymore.

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