lv au week, day 1: vampires/werewolves
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Rating: PG-13 (one or two swearsā¦look, Veronica is under some stress)
Pairing:Ā Logan Echolls/Veronica Mars,
Additional Tags: Secret identity, vaguely vampire hunter related things, filed under: relationship obstacles
Word Count: 862
written solely for @cubbiegirl and @marshmellowbobcat because they are two humans who deserve all good things - though, I donāt think this half-baked barely a fic I wrote qualifies. BUT ITāS ALL I HAVE TO OFFER, OKAY?Ā
this is also so out of my comfort zone, so please be kind. and rewind. okayā¦I am stalling.Ā
Veronica Mars wakes up sore and pissed off. Sheās also not entirely certain of her precise location, though she has her suspicions. How she arrived in the mysterious location, though, is something she remembers clearly.Ā
Sheās not sure what she should be more concerned with: the sharp pain that starts somewhere in the back of her head, her palpable and seething anger, or the fact that her dad is probably losing his mind with worry. He never did quite warm up to Logan. She canāt imagine that changing much now.
Veronica blinks away the sleep (can it truly be called sleep when oneās sleep was the result of being bashed in the head?), waiting for her eyes to adjust to her surroundings. Once able to discern some of the shapes around her, she attempts to sit up. Her hands are bound tight, though her feet have been left alone. It takes some maneuvering to feel the sore spot behind her head. Her fingers come away clean, and that at least is a small mercy.Ā Ā
She knows itās a fruitless endeavor but she reaches down and pulls up her right pant leg only to confirm that, yes, her hidden stake has been confiscated. No doubt when she pulls up her left ā son of a bitch. Not only did he take her vial of,Ā the bastard also left her a note.Ā
Looking for something?, the post-it note reads.
Veronica crumples the note and tosses it aside.Ā
The cell where heās decided to hold her is by far the nicest holding cell sheās ever spent a night. (What is it with vampires, by the way? How do they always, no matter how unassuming they appear, have access to a place to stash humans?) Heās left her a bottle of water, a package of her favorite granola bars, and some of those sour gummy worms he canāt stand but keeps his kitchen stocked with for her. The biggest affront is that he also left her a pillow and duvet. Because itās her pillow. The one she brought over special from her apartment once she started staying the night more and more. And the duvet is the one from his bed. The one so comfortable itās actually inspired impromptu songs about its decadence. Is his bringing these to her is an act of kindness or a form of torture?Ā
āIām sorry. I do love you.āĀ
Thatās what heād said right before heād sent her flying backwards into a tree. The last words she heard before her vision went black.Ā
āSee, this is why I donāt date,ā Veronica mutters.Ā
āAnd here I thought it had more to do with your general disdain for the human population.āĀ
Knowing Logan, heās been standing by to wait for the perfect melodramatic moment to make his entrance. That she wasnāt able to sense him, even now knowing his true identity, is more than a little alarming.Ā
āI might have disdain for the human population, but at least I donāt eat the human population,ā she replies.
Logan comes into view and leans against the bars of her cell. He holds out a bottle of what she assumes to be painkillers. She would really like to tell him to shove it, but this headache is no joke.Ā
She takes the bottle from Logan and he immediately steps back several feet. Which, given she was about to yank him by the neck of his henley and slam his face into the bars was a smart move.Ā
āSo,ā he says, āhow was your day, dear?āĀ
She doesnāt look up from the pill bottle. Instead she concentrates on pouring three into her hand. Veronica swallows them dry, puts the lid back on, and tosses the bottle over to her cot.Ā
āKind of shitty, if Iām being honest,ā she says. āPretty sure my boyfriend and I broke up.āĀ
The tendons in Loganās neck flex. āWhat makes you say that?āĀ
āWell, see, heās a soulless, bloodthirsty monster. And itās my job to kill soulless, bloodthirsty monsters. So, as you can see, weāre a bit at odds.āĀ
If Veronica wasnāt mistaken, she would think her words actually hurt him because he visibly tenses at her cold tone.
āAh. Well, thanks for letting me know, then.āĀ
āOh, god. Spare me, Logan. Iām not the one who decided to imprison the other. Iām not the one who planned an ambush. And Iām sure as hell not the one who pretended to be in love just toāāĀ
ā āYou think I pretended?āĀ
āYou must think Iām a fucking moron.āĀ
āI donāt, Veronica. I really donāt.ā He sighs heavily, taking a step closer to the bars. āI wasnāt pretending.ā He looks past her to the interior of her cell. āHow do you like your suite?ā
āLet me out of here.āĀ
āIf thatās what you want.āĀ
āWhatās the catch?āĀ
āI havenāt decided yet.ā She lunges forward at the precise second Logan jumps back, out of her reach. His mouth twists up in enthusiastic delight. āChinese for dinner? You probably canāt be trusted with chopsticks anymore, right?āĀ
āExtra pot stickers?āĀ
