Random idea that popped into my head and kept nagging me until I wrote it down. Dark sugar, my next crack fic, brainchild of too much dark chocolate, rain and the most hilariously crap zombie movie you could ever see. Also with a smidgen of Emily the Strange, Evanescence and strange noises that come from outside my window at night. Enjoy, though you have been warned…

Chapter 1: Thundersnow

It was raining. Too hard for her taste, but she dealt with it. There wasn’t anything that she could do to change the rain, anyways.

Except maybe getting a better umbrella.

The one she had now wasn’t even an umbrella at all; just thin sticks of metal wire sticking out from the extremity of a thicker metal stick, with the occasional scrap of fabric that hasn’t been blown away yet.

More artistic than anything else. Maybe she could sell it to a museum of art.

She always liked museums.

For some reason.

And museums liked her. If that was even possible.

She would go and sit, look at the art and ponder the meaning of life – pardon me, the meaning of death, it seemed a tad more appropriate.

The rain poured down harder. She growled. Rain annoyed her. The bus better arrive soon or she would have to take her anger – her soaking wet anger – out on something innocent.

Seems that someone up there wanted to keep an innocent safe.

As the bus stopped with a screech at the designated stop, she closed her (useless) umbrella and gingerly walked into the loud transportation vehicle.

With her sweetest smile she dropped her fare into the designated spot. With a little flick of her head she wiped away some drops on her head, and she ran her pale hand through the wet blonde curls.

Ow.

Scar.

She grimaced. And walked gracefully down the aisle until she reached the only empty seat on the bus. She sat down, and smiled sweetly to her seatmate.

“Hi.”

The man stopped staring long enough to smile back; a wicked, evil smile that a month ago would have made her screech, stand up and jump off the bus. He was classy, hair slicked back and dressed in a black suit.

“Hello. Aren’t you a little bit young to be traveling alone?”

She shrugged, and gave him the cute little innocent look she practiced in puddles on the street.

“Maybe, but I have no where to go and no one to go to…”

She pouted sadly, and blinked away invisible tears.

“That isn’t nice. Why don’t you travel with me for a while, I’ll take good care of you, Miss…”

“Snow.” She replied sheepishly

“Miss snow.” He said with a smirk.

His voice was a low-pitched growl, and he purred when he spoke to her, like a sleek black panther that was toying with its prey. Snow squealed with delight at his proposal, and obediently followed him out of the bus when it stopped in front of a sleazy motel.

“Where are we going?” She asked curiously, although she already knew the answer.

“I have a room in the hotel, we’re just going to… pick up some things.”

He ushered her through the room number 13, and shut the door tightly behind them.

Silence ensued, followed shortly after with a blood-curdling scream half-muffled by a pillow and the sickening sound of breaking bones and dripping blood.

Humming to herself, Snow licked the blood off her lips and hands and wondered if the museum would pay more if her umbrella was drenched in blood.