a/n: If the title doesn't give it away already, yes it was inspired by AFI...

Love Like Winter

They were close. I shivered and rubbed my hands together. December; such a cold, unforgiving month, but then again… It’s December everyday. Snow coated the ground while the deep red of his blood stood out in contrast. I averted my eyes and shuddered and, but this time it didn’t have anything to do with the cold.

I was breathing harshly now and my footsteps were echoing on the icy pavement. I shook my head against the voices that were trying to penetrate my barriers. They were trying to invade my thoughts. I shut my eyes and held my hands to my ears, attempting to block them out.

“No,” I breathed.

“She wanted love…”

“I taste of blood…”

“I met my love…”

“Before I was born,” I found myself finishing the ageless song I learned long ago.

“She bit my lip…”

“And drank my war,” I sang, “from years before…”

I inhaled sharply. Something was coming.

I suddenly found myself up against a tree. It shook with the force of my impact and I cried out as snow fell onto my head. Masculine hands were sinfully roaming my feminine body and I whimpered as the next lyric fell from my lips without my permission or will.

“Love like winter…”

“Very good, little one,” rumbled the voice against my skin where my scarf had come free.

Vampire.

His hands and stopped their exploration and were carefully cradling my own above my head. I was more than vulnerable in this situation. His breathing was ragged against my neck. This lullaby I’d known since before I was born… It was the song of his kind. Tears brimmed my eyes.

I couldn’t say how… But I knew him… I knew this vampire.

“I’ve been dreaming,” he whispered and I knew exactly what he meant.

‘I barely dreamt her yesterday.’

The words tore through me and I raised my head. I stared at the fierce red glow and his eyes, knowing I should be terrified… But… I found myself leaning forward until my lips skimmed his own. My tongue lightly touched his bottom lip before I bit into it. His blood was warm on my tongue and when I swallowed, I could feel windows opening in my mind.

I licked my lips and pulled my head back and away from him. His tongue flickered over his own lips and a feral smile grew on those lips.

“Mine,” he murmured, pressing into me. “You’re mine.”

The tears fell.

My life was only just starting.

Owari (end)