Disclaimer: I don't own VK, I only own my OC.
The Story of The Crimson Snow
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The story of a Vampire and a Vampire Hunter. It is often misused is it not? However, this is no fantasy created by the mind of some pining little girl. This is real, as real as you and as me. This is the story of a Vampire and a Vampire Hunter. This is my story.
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She watched as pure white flakes of cold fell down onto the earth, melting into nothing as they kissed the ground, emptiness taking place of what had once been; the ground and the trees taking in the small flakes to nourish themselves on their moisture.
The first snowfall of the season, she thought, was truly a beautiful and sad sight indeed. The small flakes, without even getting a chance to settle, were vanished from existence in no more than the time period of a second. Barely even getting a chance to live. And looking at the snow… It… Reminded her… Of a memory. …A memory so distant and yet so very precious. A memory of that one precious person who had melted her heart –a feat many had named impossible- and to whom she had done the same –a just as impossible task as many had deemed it. But then, nothing was impossible if you didn't believe it so… Wasn't that right?
A smile curled her lips upwards at the thought as her hands lifted to cup a stray flake, her eyes gleaming from beneath her fur hood as she watched the flake still in its decent as it touched her bare hands before evaporating into nothingness, her skin soaking up the released moisture.
Snow, she thought, was awfully like humans. It seemed small and insignificant; its beauty fading before one even had a chance to take in its full radiance… But then, she concluded, it was also as important and as dear as the moon and the sun. Without it, the world would fall away into chaos and ruin. A fact that she had never really considered until she had met that one precious person. That one infuriatingly stubborn, thickheaded, I-know-everything-and-you-know-nothing, conceited, pompous, stick-in-the-mud, loyal, trustworthy, honorable, incredibly handsome and seemingly ageless- man; who had opened her squinting eyes to the bigger picture… And to whom she had done the same.
Thinking back on that memory had her lips stretching upwards into a genuine smile as she remember his disgruntled frown, the way his eye would light up when he was amused and the way he would hold her –as if she were delicate china, as if she couldn't have killed him with one flick of her hand and as if he couldn't have done the same to her- and the way he was always so loyal, how she could always trust in him, and how he had never failed to stand up for what he believed was right.
Oh, she thought, giggling, How she loved the snow!
I was rereading VK and Yagari got stuck in my head so… Thus this was born! I actually quite like the idea of it so far so… I guess I'll just see where it takes me eh? Though I am a little nervous as to writing Yagari, because I want him to stay in character and I don't know if I'll be able to write his personality down correctly… *sigh* I guess we'll just see.
Anyways…
I'm exhausted I think I'll go hibernate for the next month… So review/favorite/alert and all that shnaz and I'll… Just… Sleep…
*collapses*
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-TMTMFD