KIERAN Snow, that is what I wake up into, not at school but the pain of frostbite. It falls in an endless cycle all about me, no atom of colour, just pure, white snow.It gathers on my lashes, melts against my skin, my feet are bare, and numb, my shoulders hurt too.I look back, and there's blood trailing behind me as I drag my broken body through it.Fighting to move on wards, in my arms is precious cargo, I look down as I see him, blonde hair tangled with frost, my torn jacket acting as a scarf for him, green eyes too bright against his skin, as his lips had gone pale from the cold.He's shaking so hard his teeth click together, but he's trying not to cry. I know those eyes, but I can’t place them.but I know them regardless.He smells like home.“I choose you.” He says his voice, thin, fragile, his neck is bare to me, a voice in the back of my head is telling me to take what he's offering.I stop at the bottom of a tall tree that acts as a canopy from the snow, and my fangs descen
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