Title: Windows of Love (Chapter 1: Life in Darkness)

Fandom: Law and Order: Special Victims Unit

Pairing: It's definitely Olivia/Melinda but it ranges from pre-slash to an established relationship

Author: Mirandyscrow

Rating: Pg-13 to R

Summary: Random scenes of Melivia drabbles, fic, etc. that I could never get to work in my head. Olivia/Melinda. Femslash! If you don't like it don't read it.

Spoilers: none for this chapter in fact it's AU

Archive: Sure if you really want it. Lol, it would be a surprise to me, just ask my permission first. (It's nice when people ask)

Disclaimer: Law and Order: SVU belongs to Dick Wolf, NBC and anyone else that would possibly have any claim to the show or its franchise. Any and all other brand names, songs, schools, etc. belong to their respective owners. I'm only writing this story for entertainment purposes. Please don't sue; I only own a considerable amount of debt in student loans to offer you. :P

Author's Note: Like the summary says each chapter will be odds and ends of potential fic I could never get to work in my head. Maybe one of them will help someone come up with a one-shot or multi-chaptered fic. I presently have no plans to expand any of the drabbles, one-shots, etc. but who knows what can happen after I finish The Art of Breaking and Healing. The updates here will be sporadic.

Author's Note 2: "-Fin-" only means that there's one part to that particular drabbles, one-shot, etc.

Warning(s): This fic is un-beta'd and will remain so unless I decide to expand the chapters. Also, not all of these stories will have a happy ending if you can't deal be cautious about which ones you read.

This first chapter and quite a few chapters that follow (she'll know which ones ;) ) is dedicated to LegaspiWeaver (docwarnerfan) because it's her birthday. Thanks for being such a wonderful help and a good friend. Happy, happy birthday.


Olivia didn't feel the sharp chill of New York's January night while she smoothly stalked up the sidewalk. There was a faint scent beckoning her forward. She paused and inhaled, nearly drooling while she stifled a purr. It was so unique she could barely place the beguiling scent: brown sugar, vanilla, and just a tiny hint of talc. She was close.

So close.

Her journey led her to an upscale building in the middle of Manhattan. There were two serious looking doormen guarding the entrance but she knew they would be no problem. When one left presumably to patrol the other side of the building, the woman smirked and proceeded to enter.

"I'm sorry ma'am I need to see some identification," he said firmly, blocking her path.

Olivia smiled slowly, showing all of her teeth. She was satisfied to see the man's expression waver slightly. "I'm sorry," she said in a saccharine tone with her eyes downcast. "How careless of me," she finished and raised her eyes, giving him her full attention.

The doorman stared at her, curious at this strange woman. Suddenly, her eyes were so wide and impossibly dark. They pulled him in and made him feel weightless.

Olivia marched through the door, leaving the confused man frozen on the steps. She waltzed through the lobby like she owned the place. Her steps were so quiet it was as if she were floating across the floor. She walked straight to the elevator and pressed the button for the penthouse suite.

When the elevator opened, she was not surprised to see that the men that were supposed to be outside her treasure's door were no where to be found. She inhaled and instantly wrinkled her nose. They were most likely taking a bathroom break.

-x-

In the master bedroom, she found the woman she'd been tracking. Concentrating, she floated above the bed before hovering above the caramel-skinned woman. Slowly, Olivia lowered her body atop the other woman. The sleeping woman stirred then panicked when she felt the extra weight. She opened her mouth to scream and Olivia slammed a hand across her mouth lightening fast.

"None of that beautiful," Olivia purred. "You're a hard woman to find," she said.

"I warned you not to leave. You promised not to leave," she hissed, squeezing Melinda's face tightly. "It doesn't matter now," Olivia said tilting Melinda's face away.

Olivia's cool tongue slid across the straining throat. She could smell the curly-haired woman's fear. It was delicious. "I'm sorry, baby," Olivia cooed softly. "This may hurt," she warned and sank her fangs deep into Melinda's neck.

Melinda seized up as pain exploded across her throat. She knew this would hurt and she knew this day would come but nothing compared to actually experiencing it. She couldn't stop the tears that flowed from the corner of her eyes to the pillow below. The crying brought about a small release for her pain but as Olivia pressed her closer to her mouth she did the only other thing she could and screamed beneath the impossibly strong hand still holding mouth. She screamed until her vocal chords were sore and continued until the last beat of her heart. Just before she felt the touch of death she became distantly aware of Olivia pressing a bloodstained wrist to her mouth. She didn't hesitate to fasten her mouth to the wound and drink deep. When she awoke they would most definitely be talking about Olivia's anger. If she would be spending eternity together there needed to be ground rules.

-Fin-


If anyone wants to take any of these ideas and make them your own just tell me in a review and I'll give you all the notes/chapter ideas if any that I have on the fic.

Thanks for reading and review if you like. ^_^