Title: White as a Winter Night
Chapter: Chapter Three - Not So Lonely Anymore
Pairing: HumanJacob x VampireOC
Rating: M - For mature scenes and some fluff. Or lemon action. And language. Oh and a little gore.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything other than the story and my OC, Snow. Everything else is owned by the stuck up, Stephanie Meyers. Accept for Seattle. They're owned by Washington State.


White as a Winter Night

Chapter Three - Not So Lonely Anymore


Opening her eyes, the small, pale woman looked up into darkness. Blinking slowly, the blonde raised her hand, putting up in front of her, against the blackness above her. Pushing with a little force, the darkness above began to move, shedding light into the space. In fact, this small space was a coffin. And the pale blonde sitting up from it was none other than the small female from the bar the night before, Snow.

Sitting there for a moment, Snow blinked slowly, yawning as she stretched, her fangs bared as she did so. The room was still, which meant she was alone. Not that ever changed. Pushing her blanket down, the small rose from the coffin, stepping out gracefully. It was another night of walking among the living and drinking until dawn.

Looking around the room, the pale woman felt a chill. The room was still, as if she was part of it as she stood there. It was frozen in time. A room from the early nineteen hundreds, and decorated to the day. Nothing about it had changed. And standing there, in her borrowed nightgown, Snow felt as though she belonged. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror in the fading sunlight, the only light source being streaks from behind a curtain across the room, Snow gasped. For that brief moment, she did not look like herself. She looked different. Older somehow. And that was scaring here. But that changed when she focused on herself fully as she blinked, breaking the trance.

No she was still the same. But the blonde had some serious bed head. Ruffling out her hair, Snow turned back to her coffin, looking down at it with pity. How she longed to sleep in a bed again. The coffin was fine and all, but she missed her bed. Only problem was waking up with red welts on your skin from where the sun touched was no fun. And she was only 45 in human years, just she still happened to look 21 still. Not that she wasn't immortal and had to drink blood or anything. Oh no.

Smirking a little to herself, Snow closed the coffin, ruffling out her hair as she turned, nudging it under her bed. The said bed she missed sleeping in. Licking her lips, the blonde walked across the room, opening the curtains over her window, letting in the waning sunlight, just behind the buildings in front of the window. The setting sun didn't hurt as much as the rising sun. First light was a bitch, and it was the purest and strongest rays. Not for the first time, Snow wished she was older. Then the sun wouldn't hurt so much.

Watching the sun go down, Snow tilted her head to the side, putting her hand on the window. She missed the sun, but she knew for another few decades, that wasn't going to be possible. Plus, she liked living the nightlife as it was. Something she hadn't been able to do before she'd struck gold and become a vampire. Even if it had been an accident.

Moving away from her window, she knew linger there would bring unwanted attention. After all, she wasn't suppose to be where she was. In fact, the blonde was trespassing. At that thought, it made her smirk reform. Rolling her blue eyes, Snow padded quietly across the room and into the bathroom. It was half the size of the bedroom she had exited, if not a little dated as well, but it had a comfortable feel. Snow may have been a flower child, but she had a taste for the old world. A world older than she was. Kind of scary.

Taking in a slow breath, Snow removed her nightgown, letting it fall to the floor in a graceful shimmer of silk waves. It was one of the few clothes she liked touching her skin. And it moved with her now, instead of against her as it once had. Walking over to the large open panel shower, Snow stepped behind the panel, she stripped off her last bit of clothing, adding it to the pile, then turned on the shower.

She waited in the stream, cold or not, she was still getting clean. The water washed over her, Snow closing her eyes with a sigh. Normally, she'd be singing to fill the silence, but tonight, she just wanted silence. To collect herself. Why? Well, Snow was nervous.

It didn't take long for her to wash off the day away, seeing as her nights where her days. Humming a tune, Snow rinsed out her hair, sighing contently. Even if the room was dated, she was thanking whoever updated the shower head and plumbing. So everything might not be totally original, but as far as Snow knew, the rest was. Down to the last nail in her coffin.

Finishing up, Snow turned off the water, watching the last bit of soap from her body wash go down the drain. Stepping out from behind the panel, Snow grabbed a towel, gently drying herself off with the rough cloth. She was clean, things where looking good, no, Snow was looking good.

Walking over to the mirror over the old sink, Snow wrapped the towel around her small form, looking at herself. She was pale, paler than usual and there where butterflies in her stomach. Snow hadn't felt like this since... No, no, don't go there! Not right now! Flinching away from her screaming reflection, the blonde took in a slow, deep breath. Letting it out slowly, she looked up at her reflection once more.

Still, after all of that, Snow was still feeling jittery and kind of... hyper. Something she hadn't felt in a long time. Shaking her head, the blonde looked at herself again. "Why the hell am I so nervous about this? It's just a casual drink! It's not even a date!" Groaning, Snow lowered her face to the cool porcelain, resting her forehead there. She had to get over this. Maybe it was her nerves from not feeding properly. Not since she had met Jacob the night before.

Lifting her head slowly, Snow blinked as she looked at herself in the mirror. Touching her pale face, she knew what she needed. "Blood." She said softly. Feeding before a casual drink would calm her nerves. Nodding firmly, ignoring the panicked look in her eyes, the blonde turned away from the mirror, marching out of the bathroom in the dying sunlight.

It didn't take her long to dress, seeing as Snow lived out of a suitcase with clothes she either stole or found. Most of the nicer things where stolen. But when you lived on the go, sometimes you didn't have a choice to sit and make a job, earning money.

Tonight though, Snow was going to go out with a bang. And in a way, she was hoping literally. Wearing her flashiest, and most form fitting, short sleeve top, which happened to be red and it had a little bit of a long v-neck. Over that was Snow's signature worn, black leather jacket she picked up sometime in the late 90's. To accompany the look happened to be a pair of tight, skinny jeans, with hand done rips and tears for character. And to finish it off, a pair of black, lace up stiletto boots. Heading back into the bathroom, the blonde vampire set her makeup bag on the edge of the sink.

Closing the door a tad, flipping on the bathroom light. Stepping back up before the sink, Snow opened her makeup bag. Taking out her eyeliner, Snow gently applied it under her eyelashes, making sure to line it dark enough, yet not making it look gaudy. No, just enough to make her blue eyes seem brighter and bigger. Dusting a light layer of grey eyeshadow shortly thereafter, Snow moved on to a bit of blush to make her cheekbones look a little more prominent. Finally, Snow applied her lipstick. It was a deep red, almost candy apple red.

Blotting her lips, the blonde vampire looked herself over. She looked like a accurately written fallen angel. She supposed that's what her kind word, give or take the religion that wrote about them. Making her makeup back up, Snow flipped off the light, slipping back out into the bedroom. Once more she moved up beside her suitcase, fishing out a little jewelry box. Adding her rings, earrings and necklaces, Snow was ready. And with time to spare.

Perking up, Snow looked directly at the bedroom door, she packed her things up and hide them in record speed, hiding her coffin just in time as the door opened. What Snow had been failing to mention was the place she was staying in happened to be a historical house. An important one. Which had day guards and night guards. Though, during the day, the guards rarely ever checked the bedroom she occupied.

Back flipping up into a corner of the room, nearest the door, Snow watched as the guard entered the room, looking around. Shit. He had probably heard her. Though, he wasn't suppose to be here until about nine. And if Snow's mental clock was right, it was only seven. Double shit.

Perched there in the corner, holding herself in place with her hands and legs, half crouched, the blue eyed female felt her fangs lengthen. Something wasn't right about this guard. He was being extra cautious, his hand on his side, moving the flashlight slowly as he panned the room. Thankfully, he hadn't bothered to check the ceiling yet.

"I know you're in here... Vampire." The guard's voice made Snow tense. Triple shit. He was a hunter. Watching him with wide, narrowed eyes, she kept an eye on him as he moved towards the bathroom. It would still be a bit muggy from when she took a shower. Quadruple shit. Not moving, Snow watched the hunter/guard move into the bathroom, flipping on the light. After a moment or so, he stepped back out, turning off the light, his flashlight panning the room.

Fortunately for him his guard hat hid his face from Snow, else she'd pounce on him and rip his throat open. Though, from under his hat, she could see his mouth set in a firm line. He wasn't happy. Apparently, the hunter wasn't finding what he was use to finding.

"Damn it, I swore she'd be here..." He growled, walking over to the wardrobe, ripping the door open, finding it empty. "Fucking vampires..." Walking backwards, he sat on the bed, pulling his hat off, letting it fall to the floor. His hair up in a ponytail fell down. Long dark locks. Snow tensed up even more. Watching as the hunter rubbed his face, Snow's lips curled in a silent snarl. This asshole... She knew him.

The said hunter fished around in his pocket, pulling out his phone. Watching him intently, Snow couldn't bring herself to move. If she did, she'd rip his throat out and probably risk exposing herself. Watching the hunter dial a number, she tilted her head to the side.

He sat there, waiting a moment, probably letting the number ring. Trying again, he seemed to get through the second time. Heaving a sigh, he rubbed his forehead. "Yeah, it's me," a pause, "no, I didn't find her. She's not here." Staying quiet for a long moment, the tanned male sighed once more. "I know, I know..." Lifting his head, he rolled his eyes, smirking a little. "Yeah, I know. She might come back. But I can't find a damn trace of her." Pausing, the male seemed to smarten up as he checked under the bed. While he was looking down here, a loud, yet muffled, "No shit!" sounded off. From what she could make out, without using up her reserve energy, the voice on the other end was not happy.

When the make rose up again, hanging up, he moved back on the bed with a sigh. Rubbing his eyes, he flopped back on the bed. "Fucking a..." He muttered, shaking his head. He stayed like that for a time, just staring at the ceiling, never once looking around. Looking to see if she was actually there.

Amateur... Snow thought with a mental snort. Clearly, he wasn't as seasoned as he carried himself. Kind of sad, he did have potential. If he lived long enough and left Snow alone.


Just when she started to think about slipping down silently, and out the door, the hunter decided to finally move. He stood up with a start, looking around the room once more, lightning every nook and cranny on his line of sight before sighing. Turning to the bed, he gave it a hard kick, then stormed out of the room, slamming the door in his wake. Snow listened as he stomped down the stairs, and out a door down stairs. Waiting a few minutes longer, hearing nothing more, Snow slipped down from her hiding place.

She was hungrier than ever now. Stupid hunter, kept her from feeding. And had probably made her late for her date. By the gods, she hated hunters.

Not only where they a pain in her ass, but they never gave up. Like rabid dogs. They never gave up until they where dead. Well, correction there, until she was dead. Not as though Snow had done anything mentionable to be on their radar. No. She had been taught by her sire to stay on the down low as much as she could and move every couple of weeks. Staying in one place was dangerous. And, she'd already broken one rule; Returning to a place you've stayed in before.

So maybe that had put her on this hunters radar. Or his particular groups. Either way, she had to find a place to sleep for the day time now. Somewhere other than this place she called home now. "And that sucks."


Waiting another hour, and periodic glances out her window, Snow deemed it safe to finally venture out. That, and her stomach was cramping painfully. She needed to feed. Feeling her fangs lengthen to their full length, she knew it was going to have to be a life feed. No blood packets were going to sedate this.

Sighing, she ran a hand through her hair, pausing to realize she hadn't brushed it. Walking into the bathroom, she uncovered the secret compartment where she had hidden her suitcase and various things, she grabbed her brush, yanking it through her hair quickly before putting it back and heading back out into the bedroom. Apparently, this hunter hadn't been smart enough to realize that old houses like this one had compartments and trap doors to hide things in places. Though, he had seemed more focused on shooting or stalking her rather than destroying her things to draw her out. Mistake number one. And mistake number two, not checking the room thoroughly.

Though, mistake number three hadn't been made yet. Keyword being yet.

Sensing something off, the blonde vampire walked over to the window, moving the curtain back less than a hair, looking out. There, looking up at her window, was that said hunter. But he wasn't alone this time. No. He'd brought the copper haired whore with him. For some reason, Snow felt like he was just adding salt to the wounds. Whose wounds, she had no idea. But he was bringing his girlfriend into be a hunter too? Oh yeah, if that wasn't mistake number three, she didn't know what was.

Still, Snow watched them for a moment longer. In situations like this, one could never be too careful. She'd learned that the hard way. It seemed it was a social visit. Not a hunting trip. Relaxing slightly, she had a moment, and she was going to take it.

Being as quiet as she could, and grabbing her purse, only after dropping her lipstick in. If she's hunting live, she was going to have to retouch it. Leaving the room quietly, Snow headed down the stairs. She did her best to avoid squeaking boards, heading down to the basement of the house. There was an old servants entrance she used to get in and out and since the yard was overgrown, it made her feel extra sneaky. Opening the door to the basement, Snow paused, glancing towards the front door of the house when she began hearing voices.

"...so they say this house is haunted by the dead bride."

"Oh Nahuel, you are so dramatic sometimes." A tinkling laugh then sounded, along with the soft sound of someone's arm being smacked. Snow wanted to retch.

A chuckle sounded as the voices grew louder, footsteps coming up the porch. Standing there for a moment, Snow's hunger began to get the best of her. Food coming towards her. The moment the lock clicked, she made a split decision. Tossing herself down the stairs, she closed the door just in time. Above her as she began moving things to get out the opening, the blonde vampire could hear them moving about above her.

She paused when the door to the room she slept in was opened, and a giggle sounded before it turned into a moan. Bristling, Snow looked up at the floor above her, her eyes wide. The stupid hunter was actually going as going to... Going to fuck his girlfriend in her room?

Oh. Oh that was a new low. Even for hunters.

Scoffing in disgust, Snow moved the board that hid the entrance to the side, shaking her head as she stepped through, moving it back into place. She was going to febreeze the shit out of that room when she got back. Whenever that would be. At most, she'd come back for her coffin and old family pictures.

Walking down the damp tunnel, the blonde was unaffected by the rats and whatnot moving around her. As long as they left her alone, she left them alone. Coming up to the hidden door out by the street, Snow opened it slowly, peaking out before she climbed out, closing the hatch before anyone noticed. She didn't need to be asked unneeded questions.

Glancing back at the house, she could see the lights on in her room, and two shapes behind her curtains moving. Snorting, she shook her head. "No wonder he left the skank..." She muttered to herself, beginning to walk down the street.

Another half hour later, Snow walked out of an alleyway, wiping blood off her face, a sedated look in her eyes. Looking over her shoulder, the man she'd just been feeding off of was fast asleep. He was her second mark, the first being a homeless man who had been about to mug a couple girls. Now this businessman was a corrupt lawyer. Either way, Snow was fed and she needed a strong drink. With Jacob.

Making a beeline for the bar on the campus, Snow paused outside to remove the smell of blood from her breath and the taste from her mouth. In case anything happened between the two of them, she didn't want to smell or taste like blood. At least until she was biting on Jacob.

Grinning at the thought, the small blonde turned towards the bar, spitting her gum in a random direction. Ah, minty fresh. Ruffling up her hair, Snow waked up towards the door, opening it with a simple tug, walking in like she owned the place. It would have been like any other night, but there he was. Sitting at the bar. Looking sexy as hell. Let the games begin.


Author's note - So here's a chapter in Snow's point of view.
And yes, I made Nahuel a vampire hunter.
Irony, I know.
I'm debating weather or not to kill him off, honestly. XD
Please, comment and let me know, I'm interested in hearing everyone's thoughts.
Like it, hate it, somewhere in the middle?
Please, I want to hear it all.

Edit - Like one and two, this chapter has also been updated.
I have had a lot of fun working on this story, and it's turned out pretty good, in my opinion.
If you have any questions, or maybe even a request to include something, please comment!
Whenever I put up chapter five, I will be holding a short contest to include a reader's self insert or even their oc, so keep an eye out!

- A. Demonica.