1

You take a deep breath and look at yourself in the bathroom mirror of the hotel. You think you look pretty much the same as you did that first night. You let a pale hand skim down your curved cheek, down to your pointed chin where you let it drop. Your light pink eyebrows pull together as you begin to count the freckles across your nose and you realise you have three more than when you last counted. You let a sigh escape your dark pink lips as you try to flatten out some fly aways from your tightly pulled back, high braid. You then let your soft red eyes look down to your clothes, the same ones as the day you first came to be Cupid. A white tank top, coming just above your waist line barely showing the tip of the scar on your stomach, your light leather pants on the right side, shorts on the left had thin belts hanging loosely to your knee on the pant side. Your eyes flicker to your brown leather boots that tied up and came to the middle of your shin, the red heart carved into the bottom of their soles.

Then...your heart beats...your own heart, not the ones of your targets. You bring your hand to your chest and find yourself smiling slightly. You always knew your heart would find yourself someone to spend forever with, you just didn't think it would happen now. It was very slow, it must have been a beat a minute, it raised it rate slightly but then soon slowed again and stopped. The beating of Adam and Hannah's heart beats returned.

You were so very close to getting them together, and today in a few hours, they would fall in love. You just had to guide them there. They were both already in Italy and Hannah was going to go to the cafe when she awoke, Adam would be walking down the street, they're eyes would meet and the rest would be history. The scenario played in your head and dreams quite often and finally it would come true.

Your eyes flutter back up to the mirror and you see a black ominous mist in the corner of the bathroom window which could be seen from the mirror. You freeze as it forums itself into a heart and carves a 2 and then a 14 into itself and disintegrates. You turn, bow already in your hands and an arrow ready to fly, but its gone. You had a bad feeling about this and you knew that it was an urgent matter.

You put the arrow back, grabbing the quiver from leaning against the wall and slung it across your torso. Grabbing a crystalic arrow you took a deep breath in, drawing it with your white, elegantly curved bow, aiming at the closed bathroom door and whispered "North". The arrow flies and sinks into the door eminiting a gently glow which travels to the door handle in a curvy line. You sling your bow over your back likewise to the quiver and firmly grab the door handle. A strong cool breeze rushes into the bathroom and you look across the snowy tundra and step out into the cold, closing the door behind you.

The sky is a green and blue foggy mix and you can see the workshop from where you stand in the blizzard. Your heart beats with the warmth of love, so you don't feel affected by the cold at all. You hurriedly trudge to the workshop maybe a half mile away. The sky darkening the closer you get and the moon begins to shine over the horizon. Bump...Bump Bump...Bump. Your heart starts up again and you stand still, you're a good halfway to the workshop. You turn and look at the moon rise as you feel the strength rush through you of your heart once again beating. You salute to the moon and continue you trudge with a quicker pace.

You reach the door of the workshop and the beating dies down again. Flinging the door open you race in, shaking the show off of yourself and racing past the surprised yetis who promptly chase after you and you decide to have a little fun.

Jumping you use one yeti's large shoulders to push yourself up to the railing of the next level rim. You swing yourself up and when your just about straight up you let go, flying upward, feet first and you hook your feet into the railing. A herd of angry yetis chase to your forum hanging upside down. And with a giggle you swing your body upward and catch the railing, flipping onto the level where you meet North's sparkling blue eyes.

"You must always make big entrance, huh?" He says with his thick accent, jolly as always.

You smirk replying a joking "Always."

He gives you a hard stare then opens his arms laughing and pulling you into a crushing hug, when he let's you go he's got a big grin on his face. "Cu, oh Cu, you never change."

"Neither do you Mr. Claus" you reply returning the smile.

North approaches you and gives you a gentle pat on the back. "So Cu, what brings you here?"

Your smile falls and your reply is thick with hate and bitterness "Pitch is back."