Play With Fire

REPOSTED Imagine my suprise when I came home last Friday from a tough week of finals to find that this story, originally posted in the summer of '05, was removed for: "Not allowed: interactive, chat/script, real person, mst, and etc ." Now, this is absolutely untrue, and I sent in a report, but nothing has happened. So, first of all, I'd like to thank all those who left me the wonderful reviews (100 of them) that now only exist in my very cluttered email box. But I will continue to write, and share, this story with all of you because that's why I posted it on this site in the first place.

Also, if you'd like to join my brand new Veronica Mars messageboard, it would be much appreciated: on with the show!

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Summary: AU during "Leave It to Beaver" and slight crossover. Even Veronica Mars doesn't know that things really do go bump in the night. But she's about to find out...

It is a slight crossover with the LJ Smith "Nightworld" Universe. I don't own Veronica Mars.

AN: The rules that I am using are as follows-

Vampires can age (until they choose to stop forever), reproduce and walk in sunlight. They can (sometimes) read minds and on occasion can use telekinesis in short spurts.

(Shape) Shifters have an exceptional sense of smell and can only shift to a certain species. Some don't have to be bitten, as it is a "family trait."

There is a hierarchy: vampires, shifters, witches, vampire hunters, and humans. Humans must not find out about the non-humans, on pain of death for both parties.

Logan hated what she did to him. Why couldn't she have just trusted me? But this was Veronica Mars he was talking about. The same Veronica he had tortured for months, who had focused single-mindedly on bringing her best friend's murder to justice regardless of the consequences. Hell he hadn't even trusted her with his deepest secrets. It was better that way, better that she remained innocent and unsullied at least for a little while longer.

"What kind of word is unsullied anyway?" he mused. The word had always reminded him of the X-Files. He took a sip out of his flask and continued with his thoughts. A faked alibi was the least of his worries. But Veronica would be suspicious and if she could believe that her "perfect" ex-boyfriend Duncan was guilty, he was really screwed. It was too late for them anyway.

He could never have hurt Lilly. Lilly was wild and self-destructive, but despite her provocations he just couldn't. They were kindred spirits; he saw himself in her. Lilly was full of darkness, just like him. He knew that his Ronnie, despite her tough girl act, really didn't understand.

Veronica was different. She was light and goodness and he liked the way he felt around her. He felt like he could be a someone new, not someone who's destiny was already decided. Of course he knew it was too good to last. He was putting her in danger but he couldn't help it, he couldn't stay away. It didn't matter anymore. He had messed up the one good thing in his otherwise pathetic existence. Nothing mattered anymore.

He stared down into the dark, churning water below him. He didn't think he was going to jump because it wouldn't kill him. It would just give him more pain and he had quite enough of the mental kind. Logan took another sip of his beer and sighed. His high tolerance of alcohol wasn't doing him any good at the moment. He wanted to get really, really drunk.

He was torn out of his contemplative mood abruptly, when his extra sensitive ears picked up the sound of motorcycles approaching...fast. Like I really need Ronnie's gang to beat me up. Then he realized that fighting was a great way to take out his anger, so instead of fleeing he stayed put.

Weevil pulled up. "I tolerated you, rich boy, but only for Veronica's sake. You seemed harmless enough for your kind and it would have broken her heart if you went, well, 'missing.' Now that I know you're the scum that murdered Lilly, I don't think you deserve the chance to hurt anyone else. We know you are and we're going to kill you, vampire."

"Bring it on."

TBC