Forever Loved
Chapter 1
I do not own Let Me In or any of the copyrighting claims to it. This is a fictional story I made in order to further the story of Owen and Abby in my own mind. I do not own any of the characters or scenes from the movie. Personal note, I think Chloe Grace Moretz did a fantastic job playing Abby. Without further ado, here is Forever Loved.
Owen's P.O.V
The conductor walks past me, asking for my ticket, and I reach into my backpack and hand it to him.
"Is this trunk yours?" He asks, giving it a kick, making me nod in order for him to walk away. Abby raps "kiss" in Morse code on the lid of the trunk from inside, and I rap back "sleep well". I grab another piece of my favorite candy, Now & Later, and began singing the jingle.
"Eat some now, save some for later. Eat some now, save some for later…"
I sit up on the train to find the car completely empty, even the trunk. I stand up and walk up and down the aisles of the car, looking for the trunk or anyone else. After being unable to find anyone, I go to the door of the car and open it. I look through the window of the next door and see a man sitting on the seat in the next car. I open it and walk towards him, looking outside of the train car window to see nothing but darkness.
"Excuse me, sir," I say, reaching out to touch his shoulder.
"Have you seen a little girl about my age with blonde hair carrying a trunk with her?"
He said nothing, so I touch his shoulder and I pull my hand back to find it covered in blood. I look at him from the side to find his throat ripped out, making me stumble back in fear. I look up to find Abby in her monstrous form. Her teeth sharpened with blood dripping from her mouth and down the front of her white dress. I stand up and hug her, finding her remarkably stiff.
"Abby, what's wrong?" I ask. She smiles at me and pushes me back, stepping forward and smiling, her eyes glowing bright golden red. Her eyes look like that of a predator, stalking towards her favorite meal. She stalks closer and closer, snapping the man's neck quickly so he can't change.
"Abby, please… This isn't you… I love you…"
She launches at me, shrieking at a pitch that could break glass and make dogs howl in pain. I wake up with a start to find people resting peacefully, reading books and newspapers, and the trunk nestled safely at my feet. I breathe a sigh of relief and look at the clock on the far end of the train car. A few more hours, I thought, just a few more hours before we're home… a home for us. We arrive in Boulder, Colorado, that evening to wait for my grandfather to arrive. I take my trunk into the men's bathroom to let Abby out of the trunk. As soon as she comes out of the trunk, she tackles me to the ground, hugging me and nuzzling my chest.
"I missed you so much, Owen," she whines, hugging me tighter.
"I wish I didn't have to be in that trunk alone."
"First off, Abby," I say, straining to breathe from the pressure of her vampire strength.
"I'll be a vampire like you soon and you won't have to sleep alone anymore. Second off, try to remember I'm still human and you're crushing me."
"Oops," She gasps, letting me go. She picks me up off of the ground and brushes me off.
"Sorry, Owen…"
"It's okay, Abby," I say, brushing her hair from her face.
"We all forget things every now and again."
"Yeah…"
I look out the door, see that the coast is clear, and motion for her to follow me out. She grabs the trunk and follows me out of the bathroom as I see my grandfather's truck pull up. I wave him down, and grab the trunk, dragging it towards his old '68 Ford pickup. My grandfather steps out of the truck and hugs me tightly.
"Owen, my boy!" he chuckles, kissing the top of my head.
"You've gotten taller. I remember when you were up to my knees, always begging me for a rocket ship ride."
"Grandpa…" I whine, blushing deep red.
"Who's this young lady?"
"This is Abby, Grandpa," I say, wrapping my arm around her waist.
"She's my… friend."
"You mean your girlfriend, right?" He asks, a booming chuckle bursting from his red bearded mouth. He looks back at us with bright blue eyes, his height dwarfing us in its hugeness.
"That's exactly what he meant, Mr. Michaels," Abby says, wrapping both of her arms around my neck, her blonde hair brushing against my cheek.
"I'm his girlfriend."
"Well, good then!" He says, crossing his arms.
"It's about time, Owen. Also, call me Oskar, Abby. You're making me feel old. Now, climb on into the deathtrap. It's a long drive home, and I'd like to get back before sunrise."
"Actually, Oskar," Abby says, squeezing my hand for comfort. I nod slightly to indicate for her to tell him.
"We have to get back before dawn."
"Oh, yeah?" He asks, looking down at us.
"Why's that?"
"I'm a vampire, Oskar…" She says, after taking a deep breath.
"Oh, is that all?" Oskar says, chuckling loudly.
"Well, why didn't you say so?"
"What?" I say, completely dumbfounded.
"What do you mean, 'is that all?'?"
"You're okay with me being a vampire?" Abby asks, smiling slightly.
"Of course, little lady," He chuckles.
"Dracula and I go way back. Plus, a werewolf friend of mine goes out for drinks with me every now and again."
"I'm serious," Abby says with a slight whine in her voice.
"I know you are, darling,"
"Grandpa, she—" I start, before Abby places her hand in mine.
"She what?" He asks.
"She… was hoping you'd believe her joke…"
"I almost did, Owen," Oskar chuckles, clapping a hand on my shoulder.
"Great joke there, Abby."
"Thanks, Oskar!" She says, faking a smile.
"I can't take all the credit, though. Owen helped me with it."
"Just like your old granddad, eh Owen?"
"Yes, sir," I say, trying to sound happy.
"Well," he says with a gesture towards his truck.
"Let's get home."
"Yeah," Abby says, remembering her hardships over the last few centuries.
"Home…"
I grab my trunk and put it in the back of the pickup, then slide in before Abby so she can sit on my lap. She slides onto my legs and I pull the buckle over both of us, clicking it into place. Oskar pulls the truck out of the train station and starts heading back to his farm, our new home.
So, that's my first chapter. I hope you like it. Please read & review. No flames, please. Constructive criticism accepted and welcomed, but no flames. Next chapter is when I will start using the movie itself. This is a Beta-less story so far, but I am willing to accept a Beta. Thanks, until next time, Mystery Critic.
