Snow WolfSinclair checked his watch once more, time obviously being against him. He stood at the end of a deserted street waiting. Rumors circulated quickly, especially in France, little Paris to be exact. The vampire tapped his foot impatiently. He should not be idling his time in Paris while the child he was supposed to be protecting was left guarded by two mortal parents and a snow pixie that could turn at any moment.
Sinclair growled, sensing the approach of a werewolf. His eyes turned to slits and his teeth lengthened. Although the vampires and were-people have had a pact in effect for over a millennium, it did not override the natural instinct to hate. Sinclair cleared his throat and attempted to relax his stance.
The wolf approached with caution, a snarl bearing his teeth in a warning. The vampire nodded and uncrossed his arms and let them fall to his side. It was best not to threaten his dominance at the moment. Sinclair needed answers to the irritating questions he had. This werewolf w
Little KittenThe little kitten looks to her siblings and wonders,
"What makes them better than me?"
And then she trots off to see.
She watched the strife they cause,
Getting into trouble and lying.
The little kitten was always trying.
Her siblings were always getting the better presents.
Always being understood better than she.
She was going to be the first to get a college degree.
Good grades were always required.
Her siblings never understood.
But this little kitten was always good.
So, how does she find herself feeling inferior to them?
They are loved more,
Although her mother swore.
And so this little kitten,
Dishearten and full of sorrow,
Can only wait and hope for a better tomorrow.
Snow FranceNikolas sat at the end of the bar, sipping on a heavy beer. It humored him to see the bartender's expression as he ordered glass after glass, not even getting the tiniest bit tipsy. Being a vampire, it's hard to make him intoxicated. Glancing around, his eyes landed on this young woman wearing a unique ensemble.
The woman wore a tiered skirt, long in the back and short in the front. It was a lovely royal blue with white lace that trimmed the edges. Her hair was a frazzled brunette with streaks of blue. She brought a martini to her lips and Nikolas smiled in delight. She was a young witchling, no doubt.
The vampire grabbed his glass and downed the rest of his drink before slithering his way over to the young female. He could smell the blood pulsating through her veins. Out of all the supernaturals and humans he had the displeasure of meeting, hers smelled the sweetest.
The witchling turned her head to look at him and a polite smile graced her lips. Nikolas took this as an invitation and
Snow TakenThe snow was sparkling under the sunlight and the small child ventured deeper into the garden after the pixie she chased. Her laughter echoed in the silence of midday and the crunching of snow and ice filled the air. Snow was kicked up and jostled, the clean landscape now etched with footprints of a child. Emmalynne grinned, her cheeks red and her nose dripping from the cold. Her curls of strawberry blonde adorned bits of snow and her coat looks as if it had flour thrown at her.
The snow pixie stopped a moment and looked around, sensing a change in the air. She didn't mind the child chasing her, not even when she was caught. Emma was a good child that respected the supernaturals, always setting her free. However, the pixie feared something else lurked beyond the garden. Jaw set, she sped off in the other direction, trying to draw the child away.
As her crystallized body turned, the pixie only got a few feet before a hand gripped her tightly. Fear spiked through her body and she turned
Snow BittenThe two continued to trudge along, the wind crashing against his face and inflating her skirt as she lay unconscious over his shoulder. Nikolas could no longer risk staying stationary for too long, not with another vampire on his trail. He would have to take the girl's life quickly and feast on as much as he could before the two would surely be interrupted.
With each step, snow crystals were kicked up, spiraling in the heavy breeze. Nikolas could barely see two feet in front of him, making it difficult to maneuver through the god awful trees. With a growl of frustration, he decided not to waste any more time trying to find a clear spot. Stopping in his tracks, he deemed the clearing passable and laid the small child down.
Emmalynne began to stir as her body touched the softened ground and groaned in agony. Her body was stiff from the way the man carried her and her head felt as though it was about to be split open. Eyes open a sliver, her law slacked slightly, Emma attempted to ask why
Snow GuiltImages of her lifeless body still seared his mind as he dropped to his knees just outside her home. She would never return to play in the back garden. She would never again laugh as she swung to and fro of the tree branches out front. Sinclair stared at the ground, letting the truth sink in. His best friend's little girl was dead and he would have to be the one to tell them. He feared for Cherry most of all. She is unable to have any more children. Emmalynne was her only hope at a family and she was gone.
Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, he stared at the hands that last held her. Even when he loved her so much and clutched her to his chest, no warmth reached her as he himself was dead. He was just fortunate enough to be able to walk among the living. Clenching his fist, his jaw tightened at the thought. Of all the promises he made, he never thought there would be a time he would regret one.
He still recalled the child's last scream as that villainous creature attempte
Snow TearRandall growled in frustration as he watched his dear friend race off to find his daughter. Being a vampire, Sinclair was much faster than he was and Randall hated it. He has never had a problem with his wife's old protector being a part of the supernatural world, having welcomed his offer to look over their little girl. However, at this particular moment, Randall wished Sinclair was no more human than he was.
Catching her breath, Cherry finally caught up to her beloved. His face was pale with fear but his eyes shone like a mad man's, anger flaring from his nostrils as his chest rose and fell rapidly. Concern for her husband washed over her features and she raised her hand to touch his shoulder. Clutching the fabric of her shirt in her other hand, she felt the tense muscle under her palm and leaned against Randall.
The man flinched when a soft delicate hand put pressure upon him and he looked down to see his wife. The anger melted from his heart as he saw the wild look of longing and h
Snow PainEmmalynne was breathless, the cold constricting her lungs. Her fingers became numb minutes ago from the drastic drop in temperature. The snow was impeding their trek through the wood, which greatly agitated the man that led her. Cheeks flushed and nose dripping, Emma bit her lip in worry. Her mommy and daddy must definitely be worried about her by now. Making a rash decision, she stops, dead in her tracks.
"I'm going home," she stated, determined not to let the man move any further away from her home. Her heart pounded against her chest as the tall man turned dramatically, his eyes seething in anger. Emmalynne's breath caught at the sight of his eyes, slits like a cat staring at her, red like a summer rose. He snarled and yanked her off the ground, his grasp around her hand too strong. They had been walking hand-in-hand since he first enticed her to follow and had not let go since.
The man glared at the small mortal as she struggled in his hand, her tiny nails clawing at his flesh in a
Snow FurySinclair rushed through the trees, his long nails crushing against the bark as he rounded corners and propelled himself further in. Emmalynne's scent was still strong, still very much so alive much to his relief. The ancient vampire snarled in disgust as the stench of another vamp burned his nostrils. It was like burnt thyme and drowned roses, decaying inside a human carcass. His eyes shined like a brilliant ruby, anger flowing from his body in radiating power. Sinclair was terrified that he would not reach her soon enough.
The man had to leave Randall and Cherry behind, his yells and fits of anger distant as he grew farther, poor Cherry's cries and sobs meaningless to him so long as their daughter was not there. Their daughter, their pride, Emmalynne, was all that Sinclair cared about. He was her protector, as he had been for Cherry at her age. Clenching his jaw, he pushed away the intruding memories of those distant times. Emma needed him right now and he would do all he could to bri