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| Vampire Snowman Scene | Entry #557843 |
This scene was inspired by my first snowman-making experience this Christmas. I wrote it for a vampire series that follows the series I am going to start writing this November. Enjoy!
I still felt the pinging sensation of embarassment as Jason and I walked through the snow-covered streets. My feet sank into the crisp snow with each step, and I could feel the bottom of my pants slowly becoming damp.
I was watching our shoes mar the perfect mounds when his hand reached out and clasped on my wrist.
"Look," he said.
I lifted my head and looked in the direction he pointed. Off in the distance, in front of a red-brick apartment complex, stood a fat snowman, smiling and reaching out toward us. My heart swelled at the sight of the festivity. I had become so accostomed to seeing empty streets on cold nights like this. Nobody bothered to leave the warmth of their homes anymore, so just that little symbol of childlike innocence warmed my heart.
When I met Jason's stunning blue eyes, they were filled with joy. I couldn't help but grin.
"Want to make one?" he asked.
My smile faded, and I blinked at him. I'd never made a snowman before. I didn't even know how to. But all the gorgeous white snow called out to me to turn it into something even more beautiful. I grinned at him and nodded. "Okay."
His smile widened and we made our way to the sidewalk. We wouldn't want our snowman to get hit by a car or something.
Jason immdeiately leaned over and began rolling snow. I crouched down and attempted to do the same, but the snow fell apart in my hands.
Oops. I snuck a peak at Jason. His ball was already big enough for the bottom part of the snowman's body.
How did he do that? I watched his hands move over the snow with perfect grace. He made it look so easy.
I tried again, but the snow broke. I glanced quickly at Jason, who was busy lifting the abdomen and setting it on the larger mound.
I looked away, disappointment making my stomach turn. God, Cora, I thought. You can't even make a stupid snowman right. I turned my back to Jason so he couldn't see my failure and leaned over to try again.
If my tear ducts worked, I would have cried.
"Cora?"
I didn't lift my head, but watched his feet stop next to my hands that held piles of crumbled snow.
Jason squatted. "Is something wrong?"
I dropped the snow and stood up as quickly as I could. Maybe if I said no, I wouldn't seem so lame. But then I would look mean. I couldn't lie.
"I can't do it," I whispered.
He stood up and met my eyes. They were sympathetic. "What do you mean? Of course you can." He squatted again and tugged on my hand so I would go down as well.
"Just roll it." He took a ball in his gloved hands and rolled it so that it gathered more snow.
That looks easy enough. I tried to do the same, but my hand fell through the pile, causing it to shatter down the middle.
"I can't roll it! It just breaks!" I started to rise again, and he grabbed my hand. I ran a hand through my hair and surrendered to his sweet, cool blue eyes. When I was at his level once again, he took the ball again. "Just roll it."
I watched him roll the snow and then tried to do the same. Crush!
Jason smiled. "Don't press on it. Put your hand underneath, like this." He cupped the ball from underneath. "Then roll slowly; gently."
I did what he told me to. It didn't fall apart. I forgot the cold air and the wet snow on my gloves as I rolled and rolled. I compared it to his snowman and thought the size was just right. I examined the ball in triumph. "It's a little deformed," I muttered before looking back at Jason who still crouched at the starting point of my trail.
His eyes glowed and he shook his head. "It's perfect."
I sucked in cold air. He stood up and took a step toward me, his eyes never leaving mine. Hoping that he was coming to do what I thought he was, I took a step toward him.
Argh! My foot burrowed under the snow and reached the ice below. I slid forward and my hands hit the snow in front of me.
Oh my God, Cora! Good job! Way to ruin the moment. My face burned, and I didn't look up at Jason again, even when he heldped me up. "We should get this on the body," I told him instead.
We took the head, me on one side and him on the other, our fingers touching on the underside, and set it on the other two mounds. We shaved the sides off and searched for things to make the face. We separated and I looked for rocks.
When we met up again, I placed the stones in the snow for eyes and smile while he poked short branches into the sides for arms.
"We don't have a nose," I said, slightly discouraged that our snowman would not have the traditional carrot nose. "We'll use the rocks." I fixed a rock in place for the nose and smiled. "All done." I let the rest of the stones fall to the snow and took a step back to admire our art work. I was pretty proud.
But when I glanced at Jason, his face was disappointed instead of happy.
"What?" I asked, afraid that I had somehow butchered it. Couldn't I do anything right?
"It's not done," he told me and then leaned down, picked up two rocks, and fixed them in place under the smile.
Fangs.
Jason stepped back, admiration flooding his expression. He turned to me. "Now it's beautiful."
This hit me like a ton of bricks, leaving my lungs searching for air. This beautiful, blue-eyed human accepted me for what I was, possibly even loved me for it.
Even as surprise still filled me, I took a step closer to Jason and tilted my face up to his. Why let moments find us when I could create my own?
Jason's eyes lost all humor, and I could tell that he didn't think twice before taking me up on my apparent offer. He snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me to him before lowering his mouth to mine.
Stars erupted behind my eyelids, and I felt I would melt right out from under his hands. I put my arms around his neck to keep my footing, but I didn't need to. His hands were holding me steady and then lifting me off my feet so that I was level with him.
Our mouths eventually parted and he kissed me once on my cold cheek before setting me back down on the ground.
"I like the way your fangs feel," he whispered in my ear.
Oh my God! |
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