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Oskar leaned forward and sniffed the air. He was sure of it now; she had drunk blood. He could smell it on her breath, and realized there were remnants not only on her mouth, but in her hair, on her chest, and on her arms and hands. He wondered how long it had been since she had…fed, and whether or not feeding on blood would make her stronger than him. It wasn’t a pleasant thought.
And yet, still he waited. None of it mattered to him at this point. All that mattered was getting her back safely home – and to him.
So as Eli and Oskar wonder what it had been like to have met me if I had met them in Blackeberg, this was my time to escape from this duel! I would hide from them and then since they never were able to find me! Then I could just relax in the storage room! I tiptoed away as they kept talking away!
"No, that could not happen!"
"We would have gone insane!"
"No, it just hurts my head to think about it Oskar.."
"Yes Eli if Lucy if we had, it just scares me!"
And on and on they sure were excited to talk about me! So I left them enjoying their talk.
Oskar stood there motionless, arms at his sides, unable to fully grasp what he had just seen. Hannah, sobbing quietly to herself, took Oskar’s hand in hers and squeezed it tightly. They watched Sava fly rapidly back and forth across the bay no more than three feet above the water, frantically searching for any sign of life… or death.
But then something strange happens the next night. I was standing by the jungle gym, it was late in the night, I thought I would come up, and just stand up in the jungle gym, make this my space, my domain, and then he appear, that boy. I saw him in the dark, by the tree, he was standing there, stabbing the tree, repeating the same phrase, over and over...
"Squeal like a pig!"
This hunger is unbearable. My stomach aches, that other heart, not my heart, that other being keeps at bay, it wants to feed, but I don't want to. I want to hold on. If that useless man who I found cannot come with what I want, then I will have to do it on my own. I hated that, to do that, and he knows that, so Hakan you better pull through, you better not screw up, like you did in Vaxjo.
I want to change, to be happy... Me to be happy. No, I don't think I can. But they can. They can fail, they can lose, but at least they do something. Destroyed, killed, end lives, and me who kills not because I want to but because I want to survive. Live. No. I lost my life a long time ago. I don't know why I live. Who cares about if I live or die? Why do I continue to survive? My presence, my essence, only brings tragedy, tears, lost lives. But now I find him and for some reason he thinks I am worth knowing. Can it be? Have I finally found someone for me...
He can't sleep, the boy from the other room and neither can't the girl from the other room. The two rooms are link by the wall. This wall that cries for them. This wall that has witness many things. It knows even by only spending a few moments with the girl, how alone she is, how fragile she is, but that she hides this through her strength, that she wants to be happy like everyone else.
There he is too. Day dreaming, looking at the rain, wanting to be part of it, since when has it been this way. Rain, the rain that won't go. The rain drops come and come, and can do what they want. If he was a rain drop he could change, be someone else, and not be, who he is, a wimp, a miserable boy....
Yes if he was a rain drop he could each time live a new life. This time he could part of a drizzle, part of a heavy rain, or just be one of those lonely water drops that appear after the rain, that show up late for the big event. Yes, he imagined, he so desperately sought to be.
Second part to Another View ff. Can Eli and Oskar start again their story.
What if Oskar was only part of Eli's imagination?