Post by annecatdetective on Jan 14, 2013 6:33:06 GMT -5
Figured I'd start a fanfiction thread, because ever since I bought my first CAM set, I knew I'd want to write their stories... and now that we've been given Scaris, well... it was kind of perfect for what I wanted to do.
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Author's Note: This is, by definition, about OCs, and headcanon about monster society at large also abounds.
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Dear Diary,
Mom and Dad are packing me off to stay with my uncle in France this summer. Mom says it's to bring me out of my shell, Dad says it's to broaden my horizons, and they both say when I get back, they'll have moved us into the new house and I'll be ready to start at my new high school.
Did it not occur to them that I might want to spend the summer in the town we're moving to so I could actually meet some other teenagers? Whatever, I guess I shouldn't complain, I mean... they are sending me to France.
I don't remember Uncle Camille. Dad says it used to be a manly name and I shouldn't laugh, and it's not like I was going to laugh to his face or anything, but it's hard to imagine there was a time when 'Camille' was manly.
CS
Corbin Sanger was young for a vampire 'teenager'-- at least, as far as his family went. Most of the relatives he had that were 'his age' had at least a century on him, it made it hard to connect.
Combine that with moving houses-- and school districts-- over the summer, and he felt a little adrift, especially socially, but he wasn't about to turn down a summer vacation, especially since his parents had decided he was old enough to travel overseas alone.
The car that was there to meet him at the airport was... not what he expected. It was sleek, low to the ground, sporty, not remotely hearselike! If he'd had any more luggage, he didn't think he'd be able to fit it all, and as it was, he would have to hold Renfield's cat carrier in his lap.
"You must be Corbin." The car's driver hopped out, opening the trunk-- such as it was. "You are the very picture of your father, when he was your age!"
He wondered how much of that was the wings-- they weren't exactly usual, on a vampire... "I didn't know you knew my dad when he was my age."
"Oh, yes, of course-- long before he married your mother. I introduced them. That would have been centuries ago, of course..."
"Of course." He nodded, climbing into the passenger's seat.
"Welcome to Scaris." Uncle Camille smiled, hopping into the driver's seat and peering into the cat carrier briefly before turning the engine. "Think of her as... As Paris' shadow city-- and the capitol of Europe as far as monsterkind is concerned! Of the world, if you ask me, but then, I admit a small bias..."
Corbin watched the city slip past the car's windows, glittering in the dark. The sidewalks were crowded with monsters, shopping, sitting at cafes, walking their pets or just strolling. The 'monster' part of his old town had been barely existent, and even the place they were moving to was... well, he'd thought it looked big before he saw this.
"She has quite the population of gargoyles, of course-- you'll meet some while you are here, my neighbours have a boy around your age, we might have them over some time, when you grow sick and tired of hanging around the pied-a-terre with old people." He laughed. "And ghosts, she is quite a city for ghosts. The vampire population is respectable. As for werewolves, it is mostly American tourists... Beyond that, well... you can go out and meet people, I suppose. There is at least one rather charming lake monster that I know of."
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The pied-a-terre was fantastic, a sprawling penthouse with fantastic views out every window, taking up half the top level of the building. The other half, Corbin supposed, was the gargoyle family he'd been told about.
He let Renfield out of the carrier, rolling his eyes as the kitten darted under the nearest piece of furniture and hid.
"He will get used to the place." Camille promised. "If you're hungry, you can help yourself-- the glass pitcher is beef blood, and the plastic one is a new artificial replacement. I didn't know what your preferences were, so I made sure we had options on hand. Of course, if you just want to snack on something for fun, there's food, you're welcome to that as well."
'New' was a relative term-- but then, time was pretty relative for somebody who could tell personal anecdotes about the eighteen hundreds.
"Maybe later. Kinda wanna get settled in."
"Of course. I can show you the guest room, I think you'll find it comfortable."
'Comfortable' was also a relative term. The room was more modern that his parent's old bedroom at home-- most of their furniture looked like it would be at home in a gothic castle-- and it was far more lavish than his own. There was a sleigh bed built to hold at least two, if not three people, a little marble-topped console table with pitcher and basin, and an armoire he could have fit his entire closet into.
"It will do, I hope?"
"Uh... Yeah. It's..." Huge. "Great."
He hung up his clothes in the ridiculously oversized armoire and went to collect Renfield from under the chaise in the sitting room. He could hear his uncle in the kitchen, so when he saw a darting movement out of the corner of his eye, a shadowy figure disappearing into one of the other rooms, it was something of a scare. Was there someone else staying there? His parents would have mentioned if there was an aunt along with this uncle... right?
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Author's Note: This is, by definition, about OCs, and headcanon about monster society at large also abounds.
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Dear Diary,
Mom and Dad are packing me off to stay with my uncle in France this summer. Mom says it's to bring me out of my shell, Dad says it's to broaden my horizons, and they both say when I get back, they'll have moved us into the new house and I'll be ready to start at my new high school.
Did it not occur to them that I might want to spend the summer in the town we're moving to so I could actually meet some other teenagers? Whatever, I guess I shouldn't complain, I mean... they are sending me to France.
I don't remember Uncle Camille. Dad says it used to be a manly name and I shouldn't laugh, and it's not like I was going to laugh to his face or anything, but it's hard to imagine there was a time when 'Camille' was manly.
CS
Corbin Sanger was young for a vampire 'teenager'-- at least, as far as his family went. Most of the relatives he had that were 'his age' had at least a century on him, it made it hard to connect.
Combine that with moving houses-- and school districts-- over the summer, and he felt a little adrift, especially socially, but he wasn't about to turn down a summer vacation, especially since his parents had decided he was old enough to travel overseas alone.
The car that was there to meet him at the airport was... not what he expected. It was sleek, low to the ground, sporty, not remotely hearselike! If he'd had any more luggage, he didn't think he'd be able to fit it all, and as it was, he would have to hold Renfield's cat carrier in his lap.
"You must be Corbin." The car's driver hopped out, opening the trunk-- such as it was. "You are the very picture of your father, when he was your age!"
He wondered how much of that was the wings-- they weren't exactly usual, on a vampire... "I didn't know you knew my dad when he was my age."
"Oh, yes, of course-- long before he married your mother. I introduced them. That would have been centuries ago, of course..."
"Of course." He nodded, climbing into the passenger's seat.
"Welcome to Scaris." Uncle Camille smiled, hopping into the driver's seat and peering into the cat carrier briefly before turning the engine. "Think of her as... As Paris' shadow city-- and the capitol of Europe as far as monsterkind is concerned! Of the world, if you ask me, but then, I admit a small bias..."
Corbin watched the city slip past the car's windows, glittering in the dark. The sidewalks were crowded with monsters, shopping, sitting at cafes, walking their pets or just strolling. The 'monster' part of his old town had been barely existent, and even the place they were moving to was... well, he'd thought it looked big before he saw this.
"She has quite the population of gargoyles, of course-- you'll meet some while you are here, my neighbours have a boy around your age, we might have them over some time, when you grow sick and tired of hanging around the pied-a-terre with old people." He laughed. "And ghosts, she is quite a city for ghosts. The vampire population is respectable. As for werewolves, it is mostly American tourists... Beyond that, well... you can go out and meet people, I suppose. There is at least one rather charming lake monster that I know of."
---/-/---
The pied-a-terre was fantastic, a sprawling penthouse with fantastic views out every window, taking up half the top level of the building. The other half, Corbin supposed, was the gargoyle family he'd been told about.
He let Renfield out of the carrier, rolling his eyes as the kitten darted under the nearest piece of furniture and hid.
"He will get used to the place." Camille promised. "If you're hungry, you can help yourself-- the glass pitcher is beef blood, and the plastic one is a new artificial replacement. I didn't know what your preferences were, so I made sure we had options on hand. Of course, if you just want to snack on something for fun, there's food, you're welcome to that as well."
'New' was a relative term-- but then, time was pretty relative for somebody who could tell personal anecdotes about the eighteen hundreds.
"Maybe later. Kinda wanna get settled in."
"Of course. I can show you the guest room, I think you'll find it comfortable."
'Comfortable' was also a relative term. The room was more modern that his parent's old bedroom at home-- most of their furniture looked like it would be at home in a gothic castle-- and it was far more lavish than his own. There was a sleigh bed built to hold at least two, if not three people, a little marble-topped console table with pitcher and basin, and an armoire he could have fit his entire closet into.
"It will do, I hope?"
"Uh... Yeah. It's..." Huge. "Great."
He hung up his clothes in the ridiculously oversized armoire and went to collect Renfield from under the chaise in the sitting room. He could hear his uncle in the kitchen, so when he saw a darting movement out of the corner of his eye, a shadowy figure disappearing into one of the other rooms, it was something of a scare. Was there someone else staying there? His parents would have mentioned if there was an aunt along with this uncle... right?