a/n: I got into Vlad Tod in about May 2009, and months after the release of the third book, I decided to make a fanfic about Snow – my favorite character ever, even in such a short time period – taking place after the events of the third book (more specifically, the second feeding).
Rated T for blood and language, I guess. I'm still sort of new; I only wrote one story during my whole time here so far.
Enjoy. :D
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The blood was draining out of me. My energy was spiraling downward, yet I knew Vlad needed the blood, or he may end up killing someone else.
I felt absolutely weak, as if I was going to collapse. I shut my eyes as the blood poured out of my neck and spilled over his tongue. After a moment, as the crimson that lied in my veins still emptied into his mouth, his fangs quickly slid out of my neck. He kept me up and held me.
"Oh my God, Snow." Vlad gasped out. "I'm so sorry. I almost killed you…again. I can't. I'm disobeying Nelly, Otis, and everything I've ever believed in. I am so, so sorry…"
I had no clue who he mentioned, but I decided not to ask him at the moment. I put my hands on his shoulders reassuringly. "Nonsense. A few minutes, and I'll be fine. No worries."
"Are you sure?" he held me tighter, still worrying about the slim chance that I may die tonight.
"Yeah, just don't leave me here. Please." I asked.
"No, of course not." He answered back quickly. My heart was pumping loudly, refilling my veins with blood. Oh, no. This was probably mouth-watering to the boy. I tried muffling the sound by putting my hand over my heart, but it came to no avail.
"Are you okay now?" I smiled. "You're full for now, correct?"
He looked up at me. He still had gorgeous eyes. They were gray now – uncommon to see in a human – but if there's anything I've learned in the Mythology section of the library, it's that vampires are usually believed to have eyes that change color depending on their satiation. That was quite convenient to the person willing to lose an ounce or two of blood – the drudge, as he called it. It may be true, yet it may be Twilight-fantasy bullshit. I'd have to look farther into it next time he came up to me for a donation.
"Yeah," he smiled. His fangs disappeared into his gums. "Thank you. What you're doing is beyond anything anyone can do for me."
"It's no problem at all." I smiled sweetly. That's when I remembered to tell him the exciting news. "You know how you chased off my dad the night you drank from me?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "Why? Do you need me to kick his ass again?"
"Actually no." I grinned. "He went to the police station to report you – but he was too drunk to even remember his first name. According to the cops, he mindlessly went on about how he beat me and my mom…so they arrested him instead. He's serving ten years. That is beyond anything anyone can do for me."
"…are they giving me any time?" he asked.
I smiled even wider. "No. They told him it was self-protection, which is legal."
I hugged him tighter. I needed to do something for him, anything. But I knew I was already quenching his thirst, doing so much for him already. I felt I had to do more. Years with my father have been absolutely terrifying, and a simple night with some bloodshed did not feel it offset anything.
"Good…if I was arrested, Nelly would have my head." He laughed. He noticed my bewilderment, since I still had no clue who Nelly was. I would suspect it was his mother, but he would call her "Mom", wouldn't he? "Sorry…Nelly is my guardian. It's hard to talk about, but my parents died in a fire when I was a kid."
"Oh," I responded, "I'm so sorry."
"It's no problem…I don't like getting into details, but admitting it makes me upset." He sighed.
I squeezed his shoulders and said nicely, "You don't have to talk about it. It's fine, we can change the subject."
"Thank you." He grinned.
The song inside The Crypt switched from "The Guillotine" by Escape the Fate to "Welcome to the Black Parade" by My Chemical Romance. Honestly, I didn't really care for MCR – I liked Paramore, Escape the Fate, Panic at the Disco, and some Smashing Pumpkins thrown into the mix. However, Vlad seemed to like the song.
"My Chemical Romance is great." He beamed. "They're not my favorite band, yet they're one of them. What are yours?"
"Paramore, Escape the Fate, and Panic at the Disco, I suppose." I shrugged, and turned back to him. "And you?"
"I like MCR, Escape the Fate, and…eh, maybe Slipknot." He replied. "I don't listen to music as, like, a hobby."
"I just listen to it during gym or homework." I said. "Speeds up your progress."
The door to the Crypt then opened, releasing the previously muffled song out into the streets of Bathory. Kristoff's head poked out, calling, "Snow, you have to get inside! You won't believe it when I tell you…"
He turned towards me and Vlad, who were standing with our eyes wide open, like deer caught in headlights. My hands were on his shoulders, and his were on my waist.
"…so, are you two an item or something now?" he demanded.
"No," Vlad shook his head. "I'm just 'feeding' from her."
"Yes," I agreed. "Just like you were feeding off of Moonshine last time Vladimir visited."
I turned to Vlad and whispered for his reference, "Moonshine is the girl who wears a lot of makeup…she's extremely pale, and she's wearing a red shirt with black cobwebs, a black skirt, and I think fishnet tights. Do you know who I'm talking about?"
"Yup." Vlad nodded and turned back to Kristoff. "Thanks for your concern, Kristoff."
"Well, anyway, you have to get in here," Kristoff resumed his excitement. "Onyx and Death Pixie are in a huge fight!"
My eyes widened. This cannot be good. Onyx and Death Pixie were tough, bratty girls. "I'm going to break it up before it gets out of hand." I turned to Vlad, and invited him inside.
"No, thanks. I have to get home anyway." He nodded in acknowledgement. "Thanks again."
I grinned, and walked inside with Kristoff. Then, I turned back to Vladimir, still standing in the alley. Against the way I really wanted to say a final farewell, I blew him a kiss.
He seemed slightly surprised, and turned a bit red. Nevertheless, he motioned catching it, and smiled widely. I was beet red as well, but thank God he couldn't see it through my cakey makeup.
I walked inside, still captivated by his eyes, hair, style, and – I'm shocked at what I am going to say, but – his species.
A/N: :] It's hard, writing about a character that isn't really referred to until the third book, but it's fun. It's original, like an OC, but not really. :D
