October Snowfall Chapter 1: October Snowfall: Tiger and the Prey 1, a chronicles of vladimir tod fanfic

Hey all! This is my first story so don't judge :D It's about October and Snow and... well read xD No mean comments or anything and enjoy!

"Snow," October whispered in my ear. I was pressed against the wall, covered in a combination- a sweet, compulsive combination- of my sweat and hers. Fuck Vladimir Tod; it was all about October now. Vlad can kiss my ass and October can do the rest.

October ran her tongue along my jaw-line; I shivered with a soft moan of pleasure. She slid my arms up over my head and pressed her body against mine, biting down on my neck better than Vladimir Tod could ever do. Sure, October wasn't a vampire, but I bet Vlad could never do better than what October was doing now. Her mouth trailed down to my chest and then, in a swift motion, she picked me up and laid me on the bed.

_An hour before_

I walked into The Crypt not as confident as I usually was. My blonde, almost white, hair was pulled up in some updo that I got from October.

In fact, I was meeting up with October that night. I pushed through the stoners and drunkies and over to October.

"Hey hon, where you heading tonight? Better be my bedroom," a drunken fourty-year-old man slurred as he waved his beer bottle around.

October stood up. "No, better be my bedroom." She swung her arm around my waist and led me to the array of couches by the infamous picture-less frames.

I laughed. "I love when you act like you're my girlfriend."

October put her arm around my waist with a smug grin. "I'm not faking. Trust me, Snow."

I shook my head with a grin. "I'm not faking, either."

October looked at me with a hint of... affection? No, it couldn't be. I dismissed it as a coincidence, a possible stroke of luck.

"Anyways, you want me to buy you a drink? I'll get you a . Your favorite." October smiled.

"Make sure to slip in some vodka."

"Will do." God damn it, there was the look again! Was it just my imagination or for real? Either way, I desperately wanted to get inside the black dress that fit her so well.

In a few minutes, October came back with two 's with vodka.

"To washing Vladimir Tod away with a thousand vodka-enhanced 's." With that, we clinked the plastic cocktail glasses and gulped down the vodka/'s like shots.

_An hour later_

October pushed me through the door and hastily pulled my red Tripp dress off and onto the floor in seconds. I did the same for her black dress and allowed her to push me against the wall.

"God damn, October, you're like a fuckin' animal," I hissed with a grin as she climbed on top of me.

October just gave me a sexy and devil-ish grin as she lowered her head towards mine. "Then I'm the tiger and you're my prey. Don't bother running away, 'cause I'll catch you." She grabbed the bottle of vodka that lay on her nightstand and took a gulp from it. "Rawr," she murmured with a wink as she let the vodka trickle onto my chest. I gasped softly as she licked it off, her tongue curling up with every stroke.

"October," I whispered and gripped the metal railing on the headboard. Despite the cold night air, it was hotter than fire in October's bedroom. The temporary coolness of the metal only did little to cool me down.

Then, God damn it, then came more vodka. This time, it was on my stomach. I let out another moan as October ran her tongue along my stomach, swirling it around in my bellybutton before moving upwards.

"October, you've... you've gotta touch me... Or else, I swear, I will go crazy."

October ran her hands along the sides of my stomach and grinned up at me. "You swear?"

I grinned, too and grabbed the bottle, sitting up. "Open up, you filthy bitch," I encouraged in a murmur. October raised her eyebrows with a smirk and opened her mouth.

"Ah..." I poured a thin trickle of the vodka into her mouth, then a bit more until it poured over her mouth and onto her neck. I leaned in eagerly and slowly curled my tongue up, capturing the lovely liquid in my mouth like a safe. I then pressed my lips to hers and released the vodka. Back and forth we went until she swallowed it and leaned back onto me; this time, she was by my waist.

October suddenly froze up, her eyes moving left to right as she strained to hear something. There was a door slammed and then running up the stairs.

"Get under the bed," she urged as she fumbled to grab some pajamas. I nodded and hopped under the bed, covering myself with a wool blanket.

The door opened and closed in loud bang's. "Who's in here with you?" a beefy, aggressive male voice demanded.

"N-nobody, sir." I could hear October's shaky breaths as she inched backwards.

"Bullshit, I heard you talking to somebody. Who was in your room?" His voice was getter stronger, louder, and more aggressive.

"I was on the phone." October sounded like a weak animal.

"You know that the phone-line's been down for weeks. Who was in your fuckin' room?"

"SHUT UP!" she screamed and, from the sounds of it, stabbed him with something. He came flying to the floor; then, I could see what the weapon was. A simple, easy switchblade.

I slowly crawled out from under the bed, wrapped in the blanket. October's eyes were wide open, just like her mouth. Her hands were shaking and it wasn't because of the coldness of the room, even though she was only wearing a bra and pajama pants. Her eyes snapped to mine and, with just one look, I knew what to do. So, I hugged her tightly, wrapping the blanket around both of us.

"What have I done?" she croaked out, her tears staining my skin like liquid diamonds. I ran my hands up and down her back to comfort her.

October sniffled and pulled away. "We have to get out of here. Out of Bathory. Otherwise, both of our asses will be a glorified addition to the Sheriff's department." Her eyes were strong, yet cold and fierce. Determination.

"When should I get my stuff?"