The following work is fiction based on and derived from the novel Let the Right One In by John A. Linqvist and the film of the same name. The characters and basic story elements in this work were created by Mr. Linqvist. No copyright protection applies.
Hunted
Eli, I see you under the light of a jealous moon
on a bleak night.
Your dark beauty is magnified against the bleached
white innocence of fresh snow.
Cast your gaze upon me with those supernatural
eyes, for such is my desire.
Speak to me with the melody that is your voice and
I will be comforted.
Share your smile with me and reveal your true nature,
I am not afraid.
Open to me the dark recesses of your soul, I shall not
cringe.
Take my embrace and accept my warmth, I will not
withdraw.
Let me care for you. I am willing.
Oh how my soul longs for you who is not real save only in my mind.
At night you come to me in my dreams and we are together until
the morning sun tears you from my embrace.
What a cruel tormentor the mind can be for it knows the desires
of the heart and the yearnings of the soul.
With such knowledge my mind teases and taunts me, there is no
rest.
At night I see you and hear you and feel your touch but it is your
soul I desire most for it intertwines perfectly with mine.
CHAPTER 9
“Give me one more. And that’ll be about all I can do for now.”
“Okay. Hang on.” Oskar scanned the page of the algebra book he was holding. He lay on the couch with the book; Eli lay on her stomach on the floor, propped up by a pillow under her chest, with some worksheets in front of her.
“All right,” he said with a playfully malicious grin. “You’ll never get this one.”
Oskar and Eli are not my characters, but I love them enough to write about them.
The other characters are all mine baby!
"Winter's Cold Breath"
The events in this story take place just a few days after the end of "A Song at Night", somewhere west of Östersund.
The weather had changed in the hours shortly before the sun had risen. A cold front slipped slowly southeast out of the Arctic Circle, it's growing winds swirled a sea of clouds across the sky as silent as a distant avalanche.
CHAPTER 8
“What is that?”
“It’s a bathing suit,” Oskar said with a smile, holding the black, stretchy garment out to her. “Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a bathing suit before. I got one, too.”
Eli looked down at Oskar’s blue and white swim trunks with a quizzical expression. “Oh. Is that what those are? I thought they were shorts.”
“Nope, they’re for swimming. Want to try yours on? I hope I got the right size.”
Eli took the suit from Oskar and looked at it skeptically. “Looks kinda small. How does it—oh, I see.”
“Put it on. It’ll stretch.”
It's so strange to be traveling during the day. I could never trust Håkan - or anyone else - like this, Oskar. Only you.
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Author's note: For this scene I fabricated one line of dialog because I needed to explain how Eli got invited into the Bad. This dialog would have taken place off-camera, so perhaps it is not a completely egregious crime.
Another cab ride. I come in a cab. I leave in a cab.
I always leave bad things behind me, but this time I'm leaving something good.
The only good thing ever.
Lacke: "I can't see a thing..."
Oskar: "No!"
