All Chapters of SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~Vivaldi's POV~ I'M SITTING THERE, AND I CAN FEEL my blood running cold. I know I've stirred up some serious trouble, and it's about to explode. I tilt my head, purse my lips, and try to remember exactly what I said to piss off this bald guy. A fake laugh erupts from me, and I blurt out, “I say, I want a mug of beer!” But Mr. Bean Head isn't falling for it. Not for a second. His chest puffs out, and he growls, “No, no. What did you call me?” My mind races, searching for a way out. I cough, trying to buy some time. “Uh, I said, Mr. Blonde Head!” I lie, hoping he'll believe me. But this guy's no dummy. He looks totally confused, staring at his reflection in a bottle behind the bar, rubbing his bald head gently. “But… I'm not a blonde,” he points out, looking both funny and pitiful with his scrunched-up face. A wicked grin spreads across my face. This is gonna be epic. “If you're not a blonde,” I say, pausing for effect, “then that means you're a...” I let the words hang there, build

~Casper's POV~ I BEHOLD THE VISION OF TWO LOVELY ladies, their faces agog with wonder. They stand stock-still, frozen in awe, as if they've stumbled into a fairy tale. I, Casper, make my grand entrance, thundering down the stairs. The ladies finally snap out of their trance-like state, their gazes locking onto mine with intensity. I, on the other hand, am a walking calamity – my heart racing, sweat trickling down my face, and my hair sticking out in every direction. “Thank thee,” I stammer, trying to compose myself. I'm bursting with gratitude, but I contain myself, refraining from bouncing about or squeezing the life out of these dear ladies. Instead, I fling my arms about their shoulders, drawing them into a hearty bear hug. I release the girls from my enthusiastic bear hug, and they stumble back, looking a bit dazed. I flash them a sheepish grin, feeling a tad embarrassed. That's when one of them, a petite lass with curly brown hair, finally speaks up. “Dude, this place is nuts

I'M FLAT ON ME BACK ON THE ground. me body, usually all muscle and power, feels as heavy as a boulder. It hits me that even vampires, the eternal creatures of the night, need a regular dose of blood to keep up their youthful looks. Seems like me powers have decided to take a permanent vacation. Me arms and legs, normally the epitome of strength and grace, are now stiff as a board, leaving me totally helpless. Me energy is leaking out of me, putting me in quite the bind. If only a pint of blood would just materialize in front of me to satisfy me craving. As I lie there, mulling over me dire situation, the sun peeks through the window and spills its warm light onto me pale skin. Time seems to crawl as the sun makes its lazy journey across the sky. Panic floods me mind. I picture me shriveled-up body, all dry and wrinkled, and a cold shiver runs down me spine. I screw me eyes shut, trying to erase the nightmarish images from me mind. The thirst for blood grows stronger with each passi

TENSION CRACKLES IN THE AIR AS THE DUDE growls. He shoves the girl back, yelling, “Enough!” His voice echoes through the room like a dramatic actor’s. “I have no inclination towards the consumption of human blood any longer, do you comprehend my sentiment?” He squares up to the girl, all puffed-up and bossy-like. “Hearken, young lady. Flee, and cease not your flight until a great distance separates you from this place.” The girl's eyes, wide with fear, flick between us like a cornered animal. She's frozen for a heartbeat, processing her situation. Then, with a sharp nod, she bolts, trying to escape her fate. I zip over to her in a blur, grabbing her arm. "Not so fast, sweetheart," I say, my voice low and dangerous. My lips curl into a teasing grin. "You're my brother's snack, and he's gotta take a bite before you can leave." Confusion paints her features as she looks between us. Her eyes soften for a moment as she gazes at Mr Shakespeare. It's like she’s relieved or something. But

FOOTSTEPS BEGIN PADDING TOWARD us, and I can't help but scrunch up my face in anticipation. I recognize that voice; there's something smug and familiar about it that sends a shiver down my spine. Just as I try to dismiss the thought, the owner of the voice appears in the doorway. Damn it, I curse internally. It's him – that little brat – and as he turns to look my way, his face breaks into a Cheshire cat-like grin that always manages to piss the life out of me. "Hello, brother," he says, his voice dripping with self-satisfaction. I let out a resigned sigh, acknowledging that my night is about to become more complicated than I could have imagined. Turning his gaze back to the girl who's on the verge of exposing my secret, Vivaldi speaks in a calm, collected voice. "Honey, why are you keeping your friends standing outside like that?" The girl fidgets nervously for a moment before replying, her voice trembling with fear and confusion. "He's the one I told you about – the one with a fac