So this is a series of oneshots linking to one of my favourite characters: Sam.
They will go from his birth onwards… and they won't, probably, be really long.
I don't own anything.
I am born on the 3rd September 1932 – a Saturday - in Morganville Hospital, to proud new parents – my parents – called Simon and Jenny Glass. I weigh 7 pounds, 4 ounces, and am born six weeks premature, at 12:01am: just over a minute earlier and my birthday would be the 2nd September. But it isn't; it's the third.
I have a shock of bright red hair, flaming form the roots, and apparently a face which looks like an angel, although some people just thought I was a normal baby.
My parents call me Samuel Abelard Glass – whoever had ever came up with the name Abelard ought to have been shot – and they take me home the day after I am born. I am their last child, but rather their first child to survive: I should have one elder brother and two sisters, but they all were stillborn. I am the only Glass child in Morganville – and the last, to my parents.
The day after my birth is Sunday, but my parents stay home from church to get used to me being in the house; after years of wanting a baby, they finally have one and don't actually know what to do. It takes my mother three attempts to change my first nappy whilst my father simply complains about the smell, staying as far away from me as possible during what he calls 'stinky time'.
A knock comes at the door as night falls – a dangerous thing, in Morganville. My mother prepares to take me upstairs with her, as I begin to slumber, until my father opens the door to recognise the woman standing there, followed by two bodyguards.
We live in a Founder house, and this is the Founder, coming to visit the new addition to her town. This is the first time I meet Amelie, although I don't remember it, and she is beautiful.
"Hello, Simon," she greets my father in her icy cool voice, the voice which makes me snap open my eyes and revert back to being fully awake – I want to play!
"Ma'am, may I ask why you are here?" my father sounds polite but concerned as to why the Founder is here; she relinquished ownership of this house thirty years ago, selling to my grandparents before my father was born.
"I simply came to congratulate you on your child and to place Protection upon him," she comments lightly, a smile playing on her lips. "May I come in?" she asks, although I later learn that this is simply a pleasantry – she can enter without the owner's permission.
"Certainly," my father replies, stepping by to allow her and her bodyguards in. she glides towards me with a certain elegance, stopping a respectable distance from my mother and I, me held tightly in my mother's arms.
"Why he really is beautiful," she murmurs – Amelie – as she looks into my sapphire blue eyes. "May I?" she asks my mother, who nods although she doesn't seem particularly comfortable with me being held by a vampire who could kill me in a second.
I feel instantly at ease in Amelie's arms, and my eyes begin to drift shut instantly. Yet I still feel the slight twinge of pain as the permanent bracelet of Protection, which lasts until my eighteenth birthday, is slipped onto my right wrist.
But I ignore it and fall asleep for the entire night, Amelie's influence lingering upon me…
So, whatcha think?
I'm going to go through his life, picking out random moments that happened & then making some up, in oneshot form rather than a full story, as oneshots are nice and short xD and you don't have to get bored with my ramblings…
… only in my A/N's.
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Vicky xx