Right off the bat, I would like to thank every one of the readers here for taking the time out of your day to read this story of mine. Being able to write to you today allows me to reveal all my thoughts and ideas to the world without having to show my face. As I attempt to take you on an adventure through the beloved Let Me In universe, I will try my very best to keep everything conducive with John Lindqvist's original work Let the Right One In and with Matt Reeve's cinematic American remake Let Me In. I have decided to use the names of Owen and Abby with the physical descriptions of the characters from Let the Right One In, as well as change up some of the side characters original story lines to add some surprises along the way. I also made the artistic choice to change some character names to be more Americanized. If you read the book then you will notice, if you only watched the movie then it will all be fine. I will also admit that a lot of other Fan-Fiction regarding this tale has inspired me to right this story and I can only hope this story brings joy to many of the fans of the highly acclaimed novel. Please feel free to critique me, whether it be positive or negative.

Thanks again and I hope you enjoy my story.

CHAPTER 1

Denver, Colorado: 13 November 1981

Owen stood on the last step of the train, one hand pulling the chest that held Abby and the other hand holding his backpack from home. He stood idle, pondering a past that would never be remembered and a future that was unknown. Owen never truly believed he ever had a purpose, he had always limped through life looking for a light and every so often it would come. From the police officer's visit at his school, to his successful attempts at thievery and even his murderous daydreams. Owen had accepted the fact that life was never going to change for him back then, any chance to escape the world was an opportunity to crawl out of the shell of a boy that had no ambition, no drive in life. There were no other ways to forget, forget the bullies who hounded him every chance they got and the fact that his father was out being successful as a detective while he and his mother had to fend for themselves. At times Owen even believed he could become the serial killer of his daydreams, starting with Jonny, then Mick, and finally the brains and the leader of the group, Thomas. Owen would then be caught by his father and his father would ask why, then Owen would simply reply, "you." Though even after all the dreams and the fake smiles Owen fell back down to Earth feeling more vulnerable than before. To Owen there was no future just a present life of suffering and nothing would get better. Then Abby entered his life and everything changed.

"Hey kid, you need help with that?" The coach attendant asked curiously.

"No thank you." Owen snapped out of his trance, lowered his head and walked on by. He did not want to draw any sort of attention to himself, and conversation between a child and an adult will do just that.

Looking up at the sun as it lowered beyond the horizon, Owen knew he didn't have to worry about Abby being fed and money wasn't an issue either considering Abby's supply. The hard part was getting through the station and to act like a normal young boy while doing it. Maybe ask for some directions and act a little lost, give them a show of normalcy. No, that would be obvious to everyone who had a brain that something was up with this kid. The best way was to move silently and nonchalantly, like the spies in the movies. Abby was his package and he had to prevent anyone from finding out who he was and that she was hiding. It would be easy, Owen thought. Although, at the moment his stomach could care less about his so called mission and it growled loud enough for everyone to hear.

Owen looked on towards the entrance of the train station where he could see a small shop that seemed to have all kinds of magazines and snacks, even though it was risky, he decided to go in regardless. As he perused the candy section of the shop, one thing happened to catch his eye. An Amazing Spiderman comic and at the bottom of the cover page it said "IN THE CLUTCHES OF DOC OCK". Owen may not have read this one but he knew how it would end, Spiderman near defeat would find the inner strength to concur his foe and save the day. Owen wished it could be that easy, be the hero of his own story and live happily ever after but this is reality and in reality, only the strong survive and the survivors get strong. Thats how it was going to be from now on with Abby, and he knew if they were going to be happy he would have to be stronger than he was in Los Alamos.

While looking at the comic book, Owen kept a couple of candies in his hand and slipped them in his pocket just like back home, one of the few skills he actually had been proud of. He grabbed a large bag of Reese's Pieces and placed it on the counter in front of the cashier.

"One dollar", the man asked, obviously not too happy to be working the register.

As Owen placed the dollar on the counter an emergency alert came out on the TV behind the cashier. Luckily for Owen the TV was on mute and the cashier paid it no mind, because the news already had headlines of a missing boy from Los Alamos, New Mexico with a clear picture of Owen Ericson in the clothes he had on now, an overly-sized grey winter coat and black jeans. He definitely was not surprised at his mother having that picture, she always had ridiculous things of Owen. Although this time her corny motherly actions could mean trouble for both Abby and him. Owen knew he had to get going and find that taxi now, so he grabbed the Reese's Pieces and walked briskly towards the entrance.

Poking his head outside, looking right then looking left, he made sure there were no police patrolling outside. That would mean big trouble for him and it would also mean the end of a journey that has barely begun. A new life with Abby, something great, all ended because he couldn't keep from getting caught. When he actually thought about it it actually sounded harder than he had originally thought but it didn't make things any easier thinking about the problem. Owen just had to get going, and he did, as his scan for the police brought good news. All clear.

Multiple taxis happened to be waiting outside, but one in particular caught Owen's eye. A man smoking and sitting against his yellow vehicle, showing no care for the world, would be his and Abby's vessel to a new life. There was just something about smokers that reminded him about Tommy from back home and if he was anything like Tommy, he wouldn't ask any questions. Owen chuckled a little bit at the thought of Tommy and what he would say right now, "Owen you actually grew a pair. Im glad you did something for once." Maybe he was a little nicer in his head but there would definitely be some type of praise from him, whether verbal or nonverbal. Any praise from him would be great since, considering his old circumstances, Tommy was one of his only friends back home. That is why he left him a note about his whereabouts, right at the hideout where Owen had been caught snooping around. Owen had only hoped that Tommy would just take it as a sign of friendship. Even if Tommy was three years older, Tommy was there with the tough advice and that was appreciated now even more than before. Owen hoped his letter would not come back to bite him but he knew that was the least of his worries for now.

As Owen walked towards the taxi driver, he whispered to himself, "be like Tommy". He hoped the man would just take the money, ask for the name of where he needed to go, and drive. Exactly what Owen needed, just to get from point A to point B. No friendly conversation, not someone worried about a child this late into the afternoon, just a source of money and no care in the world. Just like Tommy.

"Yeah need a ride?" The driver said after taking a toke from his cigarette. Owen simply replied with a nod and handed him a note.

"Dusk Hotel." The driver read out loud and with a point of his thumb he directed Owen towards the backseat. "Got it, get in kid." He threw his cigarette at the ground.

Owen was relieved, the driver didn't even offer to help him put his luggage into the cab's trunk. Which was actually good, because he would not allow for anyone but himself to handle Abby. Slowly and carefully, he lifted her into the trunk. Even if Abby would be awake shortly, he didn't want to disturb her rest because he knew what she could become. Owen placed her down and immediately felt sorry. She definitely didn't deserve to be left in the trunk of a taxi but it would have to do if they were going to get to where they needed to go.

Settling in to the worn down back seat of the vehicle, Owen rested his head against the chilly glass window and closed his eyes. Immediately he began to dream about Abby running into his arms and all he could do was smile. Owen felt in control and he felt wanted, that's all he ever really needed. That is something he never really got back at Los Alamos, the cold hell of a place that would have probably pulled him down into an abyss of sorrow and depression. He was glad to be gone and even more excited to be with Abby. That was why he was dreaming about her. Dreaming about a better future with someone he had just fell in love with, a someone he had hoped to spend the rest of his life with. Then his head jerked forward and he quickly awoke feeling groggy and a little lost.

"We're here man, 25 bucks." The man looked back at him awaiting the money from Owen.

Owen handed the man 30 dollars and walked to the back of the taxi. The trunk door bounced upwards and he wrapped his arms around the box, walked towards the sidewalk and placed Abby down on the ground. As he looked up at the large florescent sign that read Dusk Hotel, Owen could hear loud dance music coming from inside. The windows were fully tinted and he was unable to look within the establishment. He looked down at the large chest that contained Abby and thought, "Where are we Abby?" Thats when the man who was his taxi driver yelled out from the driver side to catch Owen's attention.

"Hey blondie! Take this, in case yeah need another ride or just need some help. I like to keep the same customers." The man gave him a smirk and a wink then extended his arm out the passenger window.

Owen grabbed the card cautiously, not really sure what to think or say but he decided a simple thanks was enough. Then the man drove off into the night and Owen redirected his attention to Abby.

"You ready to come out?" He asked.

Abby tapped out single letters in the morse code they had learned, C-L-E-A-R-?, Owen actually had to think without the notes he had written back home. Then, like an epiphany, Owen realized what she was trying to say.

"Yes, its all clear." Owen unlatched the chest and raised the top. He admired how gracefully Abby climbed out of the chest that was holding her in place for hours, almost snake-like, she got to her feet.

"What now?" Owen wondered.

"We go in." Abby walked forward toward the entrance and Owen followed close behind.