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His skin was so white that it sparkled under the light of the winter sun, reflecting heavily off of the fallen, thick piles of snow. If he wasn't standing right before him, he wouldn't have seen him at all. His skin didn't actually sparkle, of course. The first time he mentioned that, he looked like he'd of killed him for just mentioning something from the Twilight Saga. Blood red eyes stood out amongst his white, porcelain skin. He was focused on something off in the distance, but he knew that the other knew of him watching. Nevertheless, he continued watching anyway. The pale, crimson eyed man was beautiful, and he wasn't going to waste this beautiful image before him. The wind picked up again, blowing his hair to the south with such a tender breeze that he almost envied it for being able to touch him. He watched as the red and white strands mixed together, ignoring the way the breeze blew through his own ash blonde locks. The man before him -- No. The vampire before him reminded him of a fine, tall glass of wine. He grinned suddenly. The words left his mouth before he could truly process them, "Sparkling Blood."
Chapter One
