[Art installation: Sam & Lou]
[Sam was geeked about the art show. She'd been doing this art thing for a while, yeah? Ok, so she'd only started painting like four years earlier or something, but she'd done her metal and mixed media stuff before that, and she'd painted cars and bikes before that, and she'd always done something creative. But, yeah, during all that time she'd never had anything HERS, like she'd never shown her stuff off on white walls with lights made to enhance colors. She'd never had people stand around with their chins tilted to look at stuff she'd put on canvas. Her emotions in thick pigment and people interpreting it, that shit was heady. Maybe she was vain or something, but she craved this shit, and she didn't think that had anything to do with being a vampire or anything. Which, yeah, maybe seemed like some weird no-segue thing, but there was a train of thought to follow on the tracks.
To put it simply, Sam was different.
She got it. She knew it. She felt it in her head, like the pinball banking against her skull was hitting harder and pinging faster and more repeatedly. She was hella up, and she was hella up a lot. She'd always been moody, ok? She got that she was moody, but this was like periods of euphoria, and it was all she could do not to giggle madly and for no reason. But shit felt GOOD. She felt good. She wasn't hungry these days, and she only kinda wanted to eat random people on the street, and people were going to stare at her art. Shit was GOOD.
So, Lou. Ok, she was kinda feeling bummed about family lately, but not in a mega way. She had Cris, yeah? She didn't need the Alexanders how she'd needed them once upon a time. But she still had a hella soft spot for Lou, and she hadn't seen him since that day on the fucking bike, so this shit was way overdue.
The building was empty, and it was late, and Sam smelled him, sensed him, heard him... SOMETHING. Which, ok, totes weird, but she knew when he pulled that door open. She'd gotten a snack a few hours earlier, so there wasn't any chance of her going for his neck and pissing Daniel off or anything like that. Nah, it was all good, and she hopped down the stairs and to the entrance of the art building. Her hair was short and blue, which would be new for Lou, and she was wearing overalls and one of Cris' camisetas, the white stained in an unintentional mimic of Pollock.
She hopped to the bottom step on loud Docs in neon green, and she smiled a gappy smile. Lou looked the same as he always did, and there was something reassuring about that shit. And Sam was still Sam, even undead and with pearly fangs which were currently not visible. She ran and she pounced, glomping with arms around his shoulders and catch me or fall, Lou!]