Twilight is not mine, I'm just playing.

A/N- Hi everyone, this is an idea that popped into my head. I want to start writing small drabbles every day. They may not be long or complex but hopefully they will help me become a better writer. Where do you fit in? Why I'm glad you asked. I would like you all to provide me with a word. Just one word. I will randomly select a reviewer and use their word in the next day's drabble. So don't leave me hanging.

This is unbeta'd work.

This word is from CullenCousin (who gets the word chosen by default cause the reviewer that had the right spot didn't leave me a word.

Frigophobia

Definition:

a fear of cold, cold things

I had been following her for two months. The way she moved was like a jungle cat, long sinewy limbs flowing in her too large clothing. But it was me that wanted to pounce. I produced at least twice as much venom in her presence then I did on average.

I had even spoken to her once. She was in the grocery store, her body wrapped in a long sweater, even though it was in the middle of summer. She had her cart filled with boxed and bags. I was behind her when she came to an abrupt halt. If it wasn't for my quick reflexes, I would have run right into her.

She turned quickly and was shocked to see me there.

"Sorry," she said, her voice in a panic.

"What's the matter?" I asked, feigning concern. The truth was, I wanted to taste her right then and there. I had never been so close to her and her presence made my body sing, as well as my appetite.

"Uhm, nothing, it's silly," she said trying to brush it and me off.

"It's not silly to you," I replied hoping to get her to stay.

"It's just, I have frigophobia." Her large doe eyes looked up at me and I could tell that she was hoping that her answer would be enough. I looked past her to see the frozen foods section.

"You're afraid of cold things?" I asked unable to hide my smirk. It was incredibly ironic after all.

"You know what that means?" She was clearly surprised. "It's not a very common phobia."

"Maybe I can help you out," I offered.

She looked me up and down, checking to see if I was legit. "What are you a doctor or something?"

"No, but I have offered counseling to others before," I lied smoothly.

She looked nervous and her eyes darted around me. With the freezer section behind her, I blocked her only path out. I could hear her heart rate picking up and I knew I needed to cool my approach. I offered her my card and told her to call me if she wanted. I then pushed my empty cart past her and into the coldness. I knew she wouldn't follow.

It had been three weeks since that day. I had followed her day and night, hoping to find another way to "run" into her, but nothing plausible opened. I watched her sit in a dinner and play with my card several times. That was the hope I was living off, the idea that she would still call.

At first I wanted to trap her, to have her come to me to feed but it quickly became about a different kind of lust. I wanted to hold her body to mine. I wanted her to feel the cold and think of me, in a burning way.

I wanted her to see just how nice the cold could be.