Hi folks. Sorry if this appearing again confused you. Last time I posted this, I just wanted to post it quickly, so I forgot to really introduce this. This story, Snowfall Memories, is about a girl with amneisia trying to survive the struggles of her mysterious supernatural life and the snow-filled environment she finds herself in...yeah, that's all I can say without revealing future plot...

Without further ado, here is Snowfall Memories:

The first thing I remember was the cold. It was so cold, like a blizzard. The howling icy wind whipped around me, sending white flurries everywhere. In fact, I probably was in a blizzard. I looked down at myself to see that I was wearing heavy winter clothes that seemed almost enough for the weather I was in. Almost, because I was still so cold. I looked around me, trying to see where I was, and what was going on, but I couldn't see five inches in front of me. I kneel down, trying to find some sort of path or marker, or really anything, and I find myself almost buried in snow. It was deeper than I realized; probably waist-deep.

So cold. I shivered, but persevered. I pushed through the snow, to find uneven rocks beneath my feet. Some were small as a pebble, others were big as my head. I definitely wasn't in any civilized area. I was probably somewhere in the wilderness. From the cold, I was either on tundra, or a mountain. I'm not sure which is worse. I felt despair as I realized that I was probably going to die out here. I had no idea how I got here, where here was, or how I was going to survive. Heck, I didn't even know who I was.

And then suddenly, there were theses arms lifting me up. I was gathered up in someone's arms, leaning against their chest. I felt as they started moving through the snow. I curled up against them as the wind was somewhat blocked by them, and tried to protect my uncovered face from the cold. I didn't know who they were, I couldn't even see them that well, but I was sure that I'd be more likely to survive with them than on my own out here. I tried to thank this person who saved my life, but my voice was lost in the wind. But I could swear I saw them nod.

We traveled on for a long time, and despite the warm clothes and the other body holding me, I grew colder. In fact, it felt like the arms around me drew the heat out of me and into them. I shivered and shuddered at the cold. But eventually, as my body temperature dropped, my shivering slowed. My eyelids started drooping closed and I felt myself falling into the eternal sleep. Right as my eyes were about to close completely, however, the arms I was in shook me. I jolted awake at the movement and looked around, confused. The stranger's head shook, and I knew that I had to fight against the weariness. So I did. But every time I was about to slip and fall asleep, the arms of the kind stranger shook me awake.

At times I wondered why they did not try talking to me, but then I realized that I wouldn't be able to hear them. In fact, they might be talking to me at this very moment, but I couldn't hear them. So I strained my ears, trying to hear the voice of my savior, but heard only the howling wind.

And then, there was a sudden light in front of me. It looks to be a pretty good sized cabin. I blinked at it, surprised that I hadn't seen it sooner. Though, with this storm, it's no real surprise I guess. I'm guessing this is where the stranger had been taking me this whole time. My savior somehow managed to unlock and open the door while holding me, taking me inside their home. I smiled and leaned into the warm air that greeted me. Somehow there was a fire already burning in the large fireplace on the other side of the room.

My savior carried me over to a couch near the fireplace and set me down, then went back and closed the door. I shuddered as the heat entered my body, slowly driving the cold out. Now that the door was closed, the inside of the cabin was a lot quieter. My savior kept silent as they slowly began taking their heavy outer layers off. I watched, eager to see the face of my savior that was hidden under the layers. First came the gloves, revealing pale skin underneath. They shrugged out of their thick jacket, and hung it up on a coat rack by the door. Underneath was a fitting black shirt that showed off their well-developed physique. I blushed and decided to look around the rest of the cabin. It appeared to only have three rooms, including the one I was in now. This room appeared to double as a living room and a kitchen. I could see a bed through a doorway opposite me. And in a door nearby, I saw what appeared to be a bathroom, though I'd have to actually get up and check to be sure. It was nice, big enough to be comfortable in yet also small enough to be cozy.

I looked back to the man and nearly gasped at what I saw. He was undoubtedly the most gorgeous man that I'd ever seen. He appeared to be about 5'7" and around 24-25 years old. His pale skin was accented by his light golden hair, and his close cut beard gave him a bit of a rugged sort of look. I looked him up and down, trying to avoid staring at his face, and noticed that all of the clothes that he was wearing were tight and form fitting. A small part of my brain found it odd that he would wear such thin, tight clothing in such cold weather, but it was dwarfed by the larger part that was falling head over heels for him. I mean, the man was beyond gorgeous. I wouldn't be surprised if this guy was a model. And while I knew that I know absolutely nothing about this guy, I couldn't stop myself from being attracted to him. And from hoping that he was attracted to me. I mean, I'm human. And he is too. So it couldn't be too far a stretch to think that he might maybe possibly find me at least a bit attractive too. He crossed the room over to me and knelt down in front of me. He looked me over with the careful eyes of a surgeon, as if he were checking for injuries. Once the inspection was done, he looked at me in the eyes.

"Are you alright?" The man asked, his velvet voice sounding almost like music. I nodded dumbly, struck speechless. He sighed in relief, and then held his hand out expectantly. I took it, confused, and he laughed. "No, your coat. You must be getting hot in it, right?" I blushed and quickly got out of the coat, handing it to him. He chuckled and stood up, walking back over to the coat rack.

"So what do you think of the place?" He asked as he bent over to grab something.

"It-it's nice." I stuttered. He walked back over to me carrying some moccasin-esk slippers, like the ones he was now wearing. I yanked off my clunky snow shoes and slipped my feet into the light slippers. They were so comfy and fit me perfectly. I was a bit surprised to see that he had some slippers in my size.

"You know, what you did back there, almost burying yourself with snow, was not a smart move. If I hadn't found you, you would have died out there." He chastised suddenly, perching on the couch next to me.

"Thank you. I really appreciate what you did back there. And for bringing me here." I thanked fervently, grateful to this angel who saved my life.

To my surprise, he laughed again. "Jeez. Here I was thinking you'd blame me since I brought you out here, and you end up thanking me."

I stared at him blankly. "I'm sorry?" I asked, confusion clear in my voice. He did what now? He brought me here? Does that mean that I know him? His expression changes instantly. He looked just as confused as I was.

"I brought you here. Don't you remember?" He asked, an edge to his voice. I shake my head. "What do you remember, then?"

"Well…the first thing that I remember was standing out there in the snow. It wasn't long after that that you found me." I admitted, feeling ashamed that I didn't remember this amazing person. Suddenly I heard this loud noise outside and the cabin shook. I automatically cringed towards the man, pressing up against him.

"You really don't remember me." The man mused, cupping his hand to my cheek. I leaned into his hand, liking his touch. But his hand was so cold, no doubt still chilled from outside. He stroked my cheek, staring deep into my eyes. And I stared back into his dark red eyes, trying to remember.

Suddenly the man flipped over so that he was on top of me, both hands on my face. "Well then I'll just have to help you remember, won't I?" The man murmured, head tilted as he leaned down. My heart jumped around in my chest. When his lips met mine, my eyes fluttered closed and I kissed him back. I felt desire for this man grow inside me and I was suddenly certain that this man and I were lovers. I wrapped my arms around him, holding on tight. His arms also moved to wrap around me. After several more moments, his kissing moved from my lips along my jaw. He kissed me down my neck and stopped at the base. And then, he bit.

I froze as his teeth tore into me, and then was horrified to feel him sucking up my blood. All desire evaporated instantly, and my head cleared, only to become filled with panic. Then I tried to scream, but all that came out was a painful gurgling sound. I stopped screaming as I realized that no one would hear me calling for help. So I tried to escape. I struggled and thrashed, but to no avail. His arms, which before hadn't been able to pull me close enough, now became a restricting cage. He just kept drinking my blood.

And then, just as quickly as he had bit, he pulled away. He moved so that his face was right above mine.

"I am a vampire. And you, my dear, are my snack." The man said menacingly. That was the last thing I heard as I fell into darkness.

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And thanks for reading this! On the very first day I posted this, 38 people read this! That's so cool! Never had that happen before, so I'm really excited!

Your loving writer,

littleditto

P.S. I make no promises of any sort of posting schedule. I post when I can/when I get over writer's block. Just thought you should know.