How to Be Dead
Fandom: Only By the Dawn
Pairing: Abigail/Oliver
Word Count: 709
“Come on, Abbi. Don’t go crazy just because I’m tellin’ you the truth,” Oliver pleaded, rubbing his palm down his face as he stood in the middle of the room watching Abigail pace furiously. Well, he was watching her as best he could with how quickly she was moving. When she spoke, her voice came from behind him when he could have sworn that she had just crossed in front of him.
“You slept with her!” she said accusingly, pointing her finger at him.
“Yeah,” he said, turning to follow the sound of her voice.
“Why would you tell me that?!” Abigail said, crossing her arms over her chest. Oliver was hers and hers alone. She didn’t like the idea of another woman having him, especially not the one that she had seen him with tonight.
“You asked me!” Oliver replied, throwing his hands in the air.
“Stop yelling at me!” she shouted, crossing back in front of him.
“This is hardly what I would be doing if you gave me a choice!”
“You were out walking with her!”
“So what?!” Oliver huffed, sitting down in the corner of the abandoned room. “You threw her against a tree trunk. Do you know how fucked up and confused she must feel to have a vampire choking her and calling her a harlot? She probably doesn’t know whether to scratch her watch or wind her ass now.”
Abigail stopped in her pacing to cock her head to the side. That slut probably didn’t feel nearly as confused as Abigail did by Oliver’s “Southernisms”.
Abigail went to the window to glance out it at the stars above and the perfect snow below. She knew that it was cold, but she hadn’t felt the seasons in so long. And she was convinced that she wouldn’t feel anything ever again, but Oliver made her feel alive yet there he had been walking and laughing with another woman . . . with his arm around her shoulder!
“Do you still love her? Is it easier because she’s human?” Her voice cracked over the last word and Oliver who had been muttering angrily under his breath about crazy vampires looked up sharply.
“I dated Anya and I slept with her, but I never loved her.”
“Have you ever loved anyone?” Abigail whirled around and he could see her blue eyes were brimming with tears that threatened to fall down her pale cheeks at any second.
He wanted to stay angry at her because it wouldn’t be manly to cave, but he would never let a girl cry in front of him without doing something. He especially wouldn’t just sit there and watch when it was his fault.
“Hey, hey,” he pushed himself up and walked over to her, tentatively reaching out for her once he was closer. Though she didn’t step into his arms she also didn’t send him flying into the wall behind him which was a good sign. She looked down as if to ignore the fact that he was even there and he reached down to firmly cup her chin and raise her to look at him. “I love you so you listen to me real good because I don’t wanna have to say this again: I risk both of our lives every night to be with you, Abigail. I let you feed on me and I never regret a thing. I trust you not to kill me. I used to sleep with Anya and she’s a nice girl - “
At this Abigail let out a noise of disgust and made to wrench her chin out of his hand.
“Hey!” he said, not letting go and continuing on. “She’s a nice girl, but she ain’t you. If you think I could ever be with another woman after being with you, then you’re nuttier than a fruitcake in a pecan tree.”
Abigail set her mouth into a hard line, but it was no use. The laughter she had been trying to hold down bubbled forth and Oliver smiled when he saw that his efforts had worked.
He wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head as she buried her face in his warm chest. “Don’t make me get mushy again please.”
Pairing: Abigail/Oliver
Word Count: 709
“Come on, Abbi. Don’t go crazy just because I’m tellin’ you the truth,” Oliver pleaded, rubbing his palm down his face as he stood in the middle of the room watching Abigail pace furiously. Well, he was watching her as best he could with how quickly she was moving. When she spoke, her voice came from behind him when he could have sworn that she had just crossed in front of him.
“You slept with her!” she said accusingly, pointing her finger at him.
“Yeah,” he said, turning to follow the sound of her voice.
“Why would you tell me that?!” Abigail said, crossing her arms over her chest. Oliver was hers and hers alone. She didn’t like the idea of another woman having him, especially not the one that she had seen him with tonight.
“You asked me!” Oliver replied, throwing his hands in the air.
“Stop yelling at me!” she shouted, crossing back in front of him.
“This is hardly what I would be doing if you gave me a choice!”
“You were out walking with her!”
“So what?!” Oliver huffed, sitting down in the corner of the abandoned room. “You threw her against a tree trunk. Do you know how fucked up and confused she must feel to have a vampire choking her and calling her a harlot? She probably doesn’t know whether to scratch her watch or wind her ass now.”
Abigail stopped in her pacing to cock her head to the side. That slut probably didn’t feel nearly as confused as Abigail did by Oliver’s “Southernisms”.
Abigail went to the window to glance out it at the stars above and the perfect snow below. She knew that it was cold, but she hadn’t felt the seasons in so long. And she was convinced that she wouldn’t feel anything ever again, but Oliver made her feel alive yet there he had been walking and laughing with another woman . . . with his arm around her shoulder!
“Do you still love her? Is it easier because she’s human?” Her voice cracked over the last word and Oliver who had been muttering angrily under his breath about crazy vampires looked up sharply.
“I dated Anya and I slept with her, but I never loved her.”
“Have you ever loved anyone?” Abigail whirled around and he could see her blue eyes were brimming with tears that threatened to fall down her pale cheeks at any second.
He wanted to stay angry at her because it wouldn’t be manly to cave, but he would never let a girl cry in front of him without doing something. He especially wouldn’t just sit there and watch when it was his fault.
“Hey, hey,” he pushed himself up and walked over to her, tentatively reaching out for her once he was closer. Though she didn’t step into his arms she also didn’t send him flying into the wall behind him which was a good sign. She looked down as if to ignore the fact that he was even there and he reached down to firmly cup her chin and raise her to look at him. “I love you so you listen to me real good because I don’t wanna have to say this again: I risk both of our lives every night to be with you, Abigail. I let you feed on me and I never regret a thing. I trust you not to kill me. I used to sleep with Anya and she’s a nice girl - “
At this Abigail let out a noise of disgust and made to wrench her chin out of his hand.
“Hey!” he said, not letting go and continuing on. “She’s a nice girl, but she ain’t you. If you think I could ever be with another woman after being with you, then you’re nuttier than a fruitcake in a pecan tree.”
Abigail set her mouth into a hard line, but it was no use. The laughter she had been trying to hold down bubbled forth and Oliver smiled when he saw that his efforts had worked.
He wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head as she buried her face in his warm chest. “Don’t make me get mushy again please.”