Snowdrop.

"Look, it doesn't matter..."

"It doesn't matter?!" Simon cut him off. "More like it wouldn't matter until you lose control of yourself and go berserk. Are you listening White? Lose- control-of-yourself! No vampire can go months without blood"

"I'm not just any vampire"

"Now's not the time to be boastful"

"Ugh! I get it already stop overreacting!" White rolled his eyes and got up as his claws had gone back in and his eyes were back to the normal blue. He ignored Simon who kept bickering and walked over to Lynn's bedside. She was still asleep. He smiled as he knew he could trust her sleeping habits. She sleeps like a rock. He grabbed the desk chair and sat close to her. Gently sweeping away the hair caught on her face with his fingertip, he couldn't help but notice she looked pale.

"He really said I'm overreacting. We'll see who'll be overreacting when you lose it" Simon muttered to himself as White now had his back to him. Simon knew nagging would get him nowhere, he would obviously be the one worrying at the end of the day. Lynn had also said he was overreacting a while ago but look where it ended. Simon being a vampire knew the risk White was taking. He knew what it feels like when one's vampire starts to lose it. It hurt like hell. And it was an experience he never wanted to have again, but White had just waved it off as "it happens all the time".

"I'm totally treating myself to a three blood packs when I get home. Spending some time with you two drains me faster than a week at school does"

"Why was she in that state when I got there? What happened?" White asked.

Simon nodded away the fact that White had just ignored his words and answered. "I honestly don't know. She was fine when we got there and I maintained a long distance between her and the wolves. It just came so suddenly. The same thing happened at school today. She lost her strength I was sure she was burning up but in less than a minute, it was gone".

"When was that?"

"Today. At lunch."

Silence blew past as White seemed to brood over it while still staring at Lynn.

"Let me know if it happens again. If you also notice anything strange or different."

"Sure" Simon replied and White shot at him again.

"How many chocolate bars have you been giving to her?"

...

"One?" Simon replied like it was an obvious amount but when White looked back, he looked dissatisfied.

"One? Just one? I asked you to get her three. Are you trying to starve her?"

Simon's face wrinkled up "What the- White! She has a family...who cook...her dad owns two of the most popular restaurants in town. She won't starve from not taking a chocolate bar. You need to draw back on spoiling her, when she gets a toothache you won't be the one taking the pain."

"She can't get a toothache" White replied looking so confident about it. Simon ran his hand over his face as he was loosing it.

"She will White. She's human. She will definitely get one as time goes on if she doesn't cut down on it. She eats almost everything and anything"

"What's wrong with that. It just proves she has an outstanding appetite which is good for her health."

"Like I said, taking of junks isn't..."

"Are you trying to say you can't even afford to get three chocolate bars? Is that how low one of my fang has become?"

"I- did not! become one of your fangs, just so I could feed Lynn chocolate bars everyday."

"You have fallen low."

"I have not!"

"You say that but all you could handle was one blow from me"

"That's... that's not the point, and why do I have to use my hard earned money everytime?!"

"You're rich so what's the harm. You wouldn't notice if someone stole a couple of dollars from you"

Simon scoffed in disbelief.

"My wealth can't hold a candle stick next to yours but you don't even spend a penny."

"You never ask" White said and turned back .

"You're just gonna be a spoilt brat till the end aren't you?"

"That's what is so fascinating. You know but still react to every word I..."

White suddenly went quiet. Simon noticed how quickly he froze up.

"What? What is it?" He asked curiously as he couldn't see what White was caught up with. He moved closer and it was his turn to freeze up. Lynn's eyes were wide open and her gaze was strongly fixated on White as he seemed too frozen to move.

A minute passed and no one said anything or moved an inch. Simon's eyes darted to the holes they had made in her room but that didn't seem to be his biggest issue at the moment as he turned back to see Lynn's eyes tear up while still staring at White.

"W- what's up with you" Simon blinked confusedly but Lynn didn't seem to mind him and still had her gaze fixed on White.

"You," she finally spoke up "Why are you crying?"

Simon's eyes darted over to White but instead of finding tears he found the most confused look White ever had. Simon looked back at Lynn and said.

"What are you talking about Lynn he's not cr..."

"Why do you look so sad?" She asked again, cutting Simon off.

Simon folded his arms as he gave up on trying to understand what she was saying and now focused on discovering where she was going with this. 'is she sleep talking? Did she have a nightmare? Does she even know who is seated in front of her?"

"Why are you crying over there all alone?"

Simon opened his mouth to speak but he paused as Lynn's next words choked up and she bursted into tears

"Please don't cry! I'm sorry okay?."

Simon eyes widened as her tears welled up and she wailed. He couldn't understand what exactly was going on with her. He'd seen her cry but he'd never seen her look so hurt and in pain. He could sense White getting angry.

White moved closer to her and said softly "Hey. Hey, It's okay." He gently stroked her hair and moved down to dry her eyes with his thumb. "It's okay. I won't cry okay?"

White felt angry. He was angry at the fact that he couldn't understand what was happening to her and why she looked so sad. Who exactly was she talking about? She had said all that but she was the one in tears. He hated seeing her cry.

"I won't cry again okay? I promise."

"You promise?" Lynn said as she sniffed. Her questions were undoubtedly focused at him. He didn't know who she was mistaking him for but he went along with it.

"Hm." he nodded and he playing along seemed to work. He stroked her hair again gently and he flashed her a smile. "I'm okay. So get some sleep."

She had stopped crying, but she seemed reluctant to sleep for a moment.

"I won't cry if you get some rest." he said in a soft tone and her eyes flew shut. Was she that desperate to stop him from crying even when he wasn't?

He flinched as she held his hand and curled up on her side. She still had her eyes shut. Her slender hand felt so tiny and warm against his. He was just angry a second ago but now he could feel his wolf getting excitedly impatient.

He sighed and looked back at Simon who stood looking utterly lost. He opened his mouth to talk but Lynn spoke up.

"Your hands are so cold. You need to take care of yourself 'snowdrop'."

White's heart beat at the last word she had said.

Simon's eyes widened as he was stunned. He knew he hadn't heard wrong. He could trust his hearing and bet his life on it in any situation, but now he still couldn't believe what he'd just heard.

There's a reason why White is so protective of Lynn. Centuries ago, when white was still in the palace at the mercy of his father, there was only one person White found solace in.

Amanda.

She wasn't a vampire, neither was she a werewolf. She didn't have anything paranormal. She was just human. A human with a weak immune system. Her frail body required one treatment after the other. Amanda never got the chance to be out in the open and would have to stay locked up in a room all day. She was the only one White had in his heart. Years later, her health started taking a turn for the better and Simon had never seen White in any better state. Simon felt he finally got the happiness he deserves. White took in the atrocities and struggles of the palace and his father like it was nothing. He could take it all 'cause he had her...

But fate was just too cruel.

Her sickness took her overnight without a warning. They said no treatment could save her. Since then, it felt like White became locked up in a dark room. Simon never saw the White he and Amanda knew. White finally lost it and Simon wished he would never see a repeat of that night. He had never seen White use his vampire and curiosity built up in him, but the night after Amanda died, Simon's curiosity took a turnaround into fear. White became a beast. He left the palace stained in blood and went ghost. No one bothered to look for him, not after what happened. After decades of silence, the word went around. "The mad prince is dead." So they said. But Simon was well aware of White's movement. He was alive but White lived like the wind. This went on for decades.

Then twelve years ago. White finally approached him. Simon could remember it like it happened last night. He had just come out of the bath when White barged in looking shocked and excited. He paced the room and tried to say something but his words weren't getting through to Simon. All Simon heard was "I heard them...fire...she has her scent...I could tell immediately." Simon had to hold him still and tell him to start over again, slowly this time. And the first thing he would say is. "Amanda! She's alive!" Simon had felt his heart sink as he thought White had finally gone mad from loneliness. He wasn't sure if it had shown on his face because White said "I know it's hard to believe, I couldn't either, but I know it's her. Come. I'll show you.". He had grabbed Simon by the wrist and began to pull him out but Simon drew back as he pointed out he didn't have anything on except the white towel tied around his waist. The water from the shower still dripped down his body but White didn't hesitate to reply " it's late. No one's gonna see you." With that, White pulled him out into the cold night as his objection got carried away by the breeze. They has sped up to find the street.

Now here's one thing about White. He's powerful, strong, a born leader, dominant, but with all this a flaw was fixed in.

His sense of direction was flushed down the drain.

Remembering it again made Simon sigh.

"I'm sure it was here. Or was it the right..." White had contemplated. "Why don't you just track her scent". Simon suggested and White had looked back at him like he had just said the most amazing thing. Simon couldn't blame him. After all he wasn't the one roaming the street naked in the middle of winter. When White had finally traced down her house. Simon felt anger boil up inside him. Lynn's house was just a ten minutes walk away from his and they'd just wasted an hour for nothing. They'd maintained a distance from the house so as to not attract attention. "its here. The brown house over there." White had said with sparkling eyes. They stood a mile away but he could see just fine. Simon scanned the house, the lights were out. He could see her parents asleep in one room and then in the other he could make out a five year old girl asleep. He scanned the rest of the house but he couldn't find Amanda. "i don't see her. All I see is a five year old" Simon said and looked at White.

...but with an unwavering look as his eyes burned a hole through their house. He had replied.

"It's her. It's Amanda."

Till the very moment Simon still didn't believe him...until Lynn called him snowdrop. Twelve years of doubt was flushed down the toilet in an instant.

Why?

Because only Amanda calls White 'snowdrop'.