Aug 13, 2008 23:08
WHO: Cameron and Remy
WHAT: A talk
WHERE: Cameron's apartment
Thirteen walked up to the door and knocked. And knocked again, harder. "Cameron, are you in there? I'd really like to talk to you. Cameron, please. Open the door."
She leaned her head against the doorpost, waiting.
remy hadley,
holy shit vampires,
thirteen,
allison cameron
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"It's probably better if you stay away from me."
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"They said there's no way to get out of here. Is that true?"
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"Yes, it is. I'm sorry, Remy. But while you're here, they'll pretty much give you anything.." She was quiet for a moment.
"You should volunteer at the hospital. It's something productive to do."
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She slid down to sit the floor, arms around her legs. "Cameron, I don't remember any of that."
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With a soft click, she unlocked the door. As she opened it, she offered a hand, forcing a smile. Her fangs gleamed in the light (she couldn't help them).
"It's near the center of the base. And.. yeah. We did. I loved you." Love you.
"I lost control of my cravings."
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"I actually died. I lost control of myself, lost my humanity.. another base resident set me on fire." She shuddered.
"I came back a human, but after a breakup, the same vampire from before manipulated me into coming back to his apartment. Got me drunk, said he understand.." She shrugged.
"I didn't choose it either time."
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She stopped, staring at Cameron.
"Was that me, and I've lost my memory, or was that another version of me or...? It doesn't matter." It can't have been me. "I think I need a drink. They do have alcohol here, right?"
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"About three bars on base. I keep fully stocked myself. Can I get you something?" Same old Cameron.
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"You've dated me and I haven't dated you. I don't think I've ever been in that situation before. But, so you died. And then- I'm sorry, you don't want to talk about that. I just... I'm rambling. Do people die here?"
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"All of the time. Amber was here.. she died." Cameron stared at Remy for a moment.
"You're worried about the Huntington's, aren't you?"
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"Yeah. Everyone does. Or they read their own novels and such. It's so weird." She suddenly sat up, serious.
"Listen, a lot of bad people are here. Mainly right now, is Hannibal Lecter-- yes, I'm serious. He's locked up, but I'm almost 100% sure he'll get out. Be careful, okay?" Her tone was stern, eyes worried for the other woman.
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"I don't even know if I'll find my way home. No, you don't need to worry, it's just... I don't know. It's weird."
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