Blood and Snow Volumes 1-4: Blood and Snow, Revenant in Training, The Vampire Christopher, Blood Soaked Promises by Rashelle Workman Page A
Authors: Rashelle Workman
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warmth of his arms, and the movement as he walked making it too difficult to stay awake.
When we stepped off the train, my strength vanished. Professor Pops led me to a waiting car. Though I didn’t see his face, I heard Gabe ask, “Will she be alright?”
“I hope so. That’s what we’re here for.”
Chapter 3
W hen I woke my immediate reaction was anxiety. This isn’t my room, I thought. The bed was king-sized, and made out of brushed pewter. The sheets were white as was the comforter, and pillowcases. Everywhere else hung posters of the Patriot’s—Dorian’s favorite football team. For the briefest moment I wondered why Gabe hadn’t let me sleep in his room. Then he walked in, a mug of something steaming in his hand, and all thought left me. I focused on the emerald green of his eyes, and his smile.
“Hi,” he said, sitting on the bed next to me.
Seeing his teeth made me think of morning breath, and the fact that I hadn’t brushed last night. Covering my mouth, I sat up, and responded, “Hi back.”
He laughed, and moved my hand. “So, you’re a revenant? How you handling the news?” He held out the mug, its steaming contents dark and uninviting.
Taking it, I pressed the cup to my lips, and took a small sip. Then said, “Yep, that’s me. Snow White, the revenant. And I’m handling the change,” I paused gauging my real feelings. “Fine.” I shrugged. A part of me wanted to tell him everything, that I heard his heart thumping, the sound of it pumping blood through his veins, and how I longed to reach over, and taste him. I didn’t. Instead I swallowed a large portion of bloodlust tea.
“Good.” He pressed a quick kiss on my cheek. “You up to going to school?” Gabe asked, standing.
I searched for a clock, trying to hide the flush his warm lips touching my face caused. “Is it Monday already? Can I go to school? Isn’t Professor Pops afraid I’ll eat someone or something?”
Gabe laughed. “Drink your tea, and you should be fine. That’s what Pops says.” He walked to the door. Before leaving, he added, “There are towels, and girly… stuff in Dorian’s bathroom, including some clean clothes.” He inclined his chin toward the open bathroom door. “Don’t freak out, but yes, the shirt I chose for you is pink, and it’s in your size.”
I pulled back the covers, and got out of bed. My socks had been removed, but I’d slept in my clothes. “Gee, thanks,” I said, throwing a pillow at him. It landed straight in his face, and he fell, smacking his head against the wall with a thud.
I gasped, and ran over to him. “Gabe. Gabe. Can you hear me?” I grabbed his arms, and shook.
He groaned, and his eyes blinked open.
“Wow, I’m so sorry. Remind me never to throw a pillow again.”
“You’ve got some arm.” He sat up, massaging the tender area. His amplified heartbeat pounded like a drum in my ears. A delicious scent saturated his pores, like honey. Without meaning to, I leaned into his neck, and drew a deep breath. His hands pressed against my shoulders, determinedly pushing me away. His expression hung guarded.
I shook my head. “Are you okay?” I asked, working to comprehend what I’d almost done.
“Yep, all good.” He jumped up, as if to show how good he was. “You mostly caught me off guard. But, you’d better finish your tea.”
“Right.”
“Hurry, and get ready. Pops made breakfast.”
I nodded, and closed the door.
In the bathroom I searched my reflection for changes. Opened my mouth, and checked my teeth for needle sharp fangs. Flexed my muscles. They looked the same. “You’re still you,” I said, pulling off my shirt, and turning on the hot water.
***
After my shower, I dressed rapidly. Gabe had picked out a pink shirt with GO GREEN across the chest. I liked it. I liked the jeans too. They sat low on my hips, and draped baggy. What I had issues with were the cotton, hot pink bra, and undies. For one thing, they fit perfectly.
When we stepped off the train, my strength vanished. Professor Pops led me to a waiting car. Though I didn’t see his face, I heard Gabe ask, “Will she be alright?”
“I hope so. That’s what we’re here for.”
Chapter 3
W hen I woke my immediate reaction was anxiety. This isn’t my room, I thought. The bed was king-sized, and made out of brushed pewter. The sheets were white as was the comforter, and pillowcases. Everywhere else hung posters of the Patriot’s—Dorian’s favorite football team. For the briefest moment I wondered why Gabe hadn’t let me sleep in his room. Then he walked in, a mug of something steaming in his hand, and all thought left me. I focused on the emerald green of his eyes, and his smile.
“Hi,” he said, sitting on the bed next to me.
Seeing his teeth made me think of morning breath, and the fact that I hadn’t brushed last night. Covering my mouth, I sat up, and responded, “Hi back.”
He laughed, and moved my hand. “So, you’re a revenant? How you handling the news?” He held out the mug, its steaming contents dark and uninviting.
Taking it, I pressed the cup to my lips, and took a small sip. Then said, “Yep, that’s me. Snow White, the revenant. And I’m handling the change,” I paused gauging my real feelings. “Fine.” I shrugged. A part of me wanted to tell him everything, that I heard his heart thumping, the sound of it pumping blood through his veins, and how I longed to reach over, and taste him. I didn’t. Instead I swallowed a large portion of bloodlust tea.
“Good.” He pressed a quick kiss on my cheek. “You up to going to school?” Gabe asked, standing.
I searched for a clock, trying to hide the flush his warm lips touching my face caused. “Is it Monday already? Can I go to school? Isn’t Professor Pops afraid I’ll eat someone or something?”
Gabe laughed. “Drink your tea, and you should be fine. That’s what Pops says.” He walked to the door. Before leaving, he added, “There are towels, and girly… stuff in Dorian’s bathroom, including some clean clothes.” He inclined his chin toward the open bathroom door. “Don’t freak out, but yes, the shirt I chose for you is pink, and it’s in your size.”
I pulled back the covers, and got out of bed. My socks had been removed, but I’d slept in my clothes. “Gee, thanks,” I said, throwing a pillow at him. It landed straight in his face, and he fell, smacking his head against the wall with a thud.
I gasped, and ran over to him. “Gabe. Gabe. Can you hear me?” I grabbed his arms, and shook.
He groaned, and his eyes blinked open.
“Wow, I’m so sorry. Remind me never to throw a pillow again.”
“You’ve got some arm.” He sat up, massaging the tender area. His amplified heartbeat pounded like a drum in my ears. A delicious scent saturated his pores, like honey. Without meaning to, I leaned into his neck, and drew a deep breath. His hands pressed against my shoulders, determinedly pushing me away. His expression hung guarded.
I shook my head. “Are you okay?” I asked, working to comprehend what I’d almost done.
“Yep, all good.” He jumped up, as if to show how good he was. “You mostly caught me off guard. But, you’d better finish your tea.”
“Right.”
“Hurry, and get ready. Pops made breakfast.”
I nodded, and closed the door.
In the bathroom I searched my reflection for changes. Opened my mouth, and checked my teeth for needle sharp fangs. Flexed my muscles. They looked the same. “You’re still you,” I said, pulling off my shirt, and turning on the hot water.
***
After my shower, I dressed rapidly. Gabe had picked out a pink shirt with GO GREEN across the chest. I liked it. I liked the jeans too. They sat low on my hips, and draped baggy. What I had issues with were the cotton, hot pink bra, and undies. For one thing, they fit perfectly.
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