Blood and Snow Volumes 1-4: Blood and Snow, Revenant in Training, The Vampire Christopher, Blood Soaked Promises Read Free

he’s totally gorgeous, and so sweet.”
    She’d noticed he was sweet. When? How? Had he done something to impress her recently? This was just not good. 
    “How about S—” She held up the movie case.
    I grabbed the movie from her well-manicured hand, cutting her off. “Please, no. Not Scream again. That movie is terrifying.” I shuddered. The first five minutes, with the girl hanging in the tree… ugh, it gave me the heebie jeebies . “What about a love story like Titanic , or The Lucky One ? That one has Zac Efron , and I know you like Zac Efron .”
    She paused a moment, debating, then shook her head. “Not if the guys are coming. We need gory death, and sex, and gory deaths during sex.”
    I groaned inwardly. Should I tell her I had a crush on Gabe too? Even as I thought about telling, I cringed. If Gabe knew Cindy was interested, there’d be no contest. I glanced sideways at her. She was wearing a baby blue mini skirt with a sleeveless, white peasant shirt. On her feet were strappy silver sandals, which matched the thin silver bracelets on both of her tiny wrists. Her hair was down, and curled to perfection. Her honey skin had that just lotioned look.
    I glanced down at my black Converse, gripping my t-shirt, the way Gabe had. He’d said it was sexy that I wore his old t-shirt. I seriously doubted that.
    It felt like something inside me deflated. Maybe if I told her how I felt. “ Cin ,” I started.
    “Aha, this is the one.” She held up the case.
    “Okay,” I agreed without looking at it.

Chapter 3
     
    G atsby, my gray rescue cat, snuggled next to me. He purred softly, like he didn’t have a single worry. I absently stroked his ears while I tried to block out the frightening images on the TV screen. Cindy hadn’t chosen Scream , but Urban Legends , another horror movie from the 90’s.
    We weren’t sitting next to each other. I was sprawled out on the leather couch, and Cin sat in the burgundy high back. She had a bowl of plain popcorn on her lap, and a diet soda placed precariously on the brown-carpeted floor.
    The family living room was medium sized, and occupied with furniture that would be considered eclectic. Nothing matched, but it didn’t matter. The couch, chairs, end tables, coffee table, TV, lamps, and curio cabinets all seemed irrelevant in comparison to my stepmother’s Disney collection.
    On every surface stood, or hung, a statuette or painting. I’d counted once. There’d been over six hundred figurines placed around the house, and the number kept increasing. I mean, talk about extreme.
    Cindy thought it was funny. She especially loved the Cinderella figurines, probably because she looked identical. Young girls would stop her in the mall, and ask if she were the real Cinderella. My stepmother agreed, and even gave her a Cinderella figurine for a birthday.
    What was weird though? Out of all the figurines, paintings, pillows, dishtowels, and clocks, there wasn’t a single Snow White. There were several castings of the seven dwarves, the wicked Queen, the Prince, and even an apple, but no Snow White. I’d asked her about it once, when I was eight, and realized she was missing.  My stepmother said, “My darling, I don’t need a Snow White figurine because I have you.” At the time I thought it was sweet, and tried to hug her, but now . . . I don’t know, it just seemed strange.
    “For goodness sake, Snow . Open your eyes. You’re going to miss the best part,” Cindy hollered, throwing a piece of popcorn at me. 
    It smacked me in the forehead. I tried to glare. She giggled, which sent me into a laughing fit.
    “There isn’t a best part in this movie. It’s icky, and it makes me feel icky.” That was the truth, the reason I hated horror movies. I didn’t like how I felt while I watched them, and especially after. The movie was almost over. Cindy would leave, and then I’d be alone in my old, creaky house, with only my cat for company.
    “Are you kidding, watch this.