Please don't throw anything at me! I know I posted a new story yesterday and I have like six stories going on, but I love vampires fics, so this just kinda came to me. Throw whatever you want now! (Please review!)

Chapter 1: Meeting the Predator and the Prey

Elsa

Elsa had lost almost everyone she cared about to some paranormal bitch. Her sister, Anna, and a few others were all she had left. Her parents had been killed by a vampire, the very thing they hunted. Her cousin, Rapunzel, had been ripped apart by the Beauregard Clan of werewolves. And that was her family. The only non-familial person she cared about was Pabbie, the wise fortuneteller who had given her parents the ability to live for moments before they died, Kristoff, the boy he had taken in when he found him with a pack of wolves, and the rest of Pabbie's family. Elsa took after her parents and became a vampire huntress, her sister, age 15, still hadn't decided what she was going to hunt.

She didn't think of herself as beautiful. Her mother was beautiful. Elsa inherited her delicate features, her soft brown eyes, and her brown hair. She didn't like to think of herself as beautiful. She just wanted to be alone for as long as she could. Too many things hurt her for her to be a "social butterfly".

She got a call from Duke, the boss from the Vampire Hunting Association. (Duke is in bold and Elsa is bold and underlined.)

Elsa, please, we've heard of your expertise and we need…

How many times do I have to tell you, Weasel? I work alone!

Yes, but hear me out.

You have thirty seconds.

We are offering you a large reward for the death of Jack Frost, the infamous vampire. He has already killed three of our men. You are the strongest I know of.

I am only a rank 3 hunter.

(A/N: Ranks are from 1-5, 1 being the highest and 5 being the lowest.)

Yes but you are smart and beautiful.

Flattery, Weasel, will get you nowhere.

Please, Elsa, just take the case.

I'll think about it. Your thirty seconds are up.

She hung up the phone and rubbed her temples. "God, why am I so easily manipulated?" She would take the case.

The next evening, she gathered what she would need. Anna sat in her room with her.

"Elsa, are you going to be ok?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Pass me the pistol."

Anna grabbed the gun and handed it to her. Elsa strapped it to her thigh and put a knife in her boot.

"You got everything?"

"I think so. Um…"

Anna read the checklist.

"Pistol?"

"Check."

"Knives (2)?"

"Check."

"Extra Ammo?"

"Check."

"Moon Necklace?"

"Of course."

"Silver bullets?"

"Check."

"Earpiece?"

"Yes."

"Cross?

"Check."

Elsa tightened the bag thrown over her shoulder. She wore a pair of black short shorts (which were surprisingly comfortable) and a black shirt with a black vest. She wore black stomper boots, had the pistol strapped to her thigh, held another small gun, and had her knives carefully tucked away in her boots. She pulled on a pair of gloves and threw her chocolate brown hair in a messy braid. Anna suddenly hugged her.

"Be careful Elsa. Promise me you will."

Elsa hugged her sister back tightly.

"I promise."

"Ok."

Elsa smiled and walked outside. Jack Frost. She'd heard of him before. He was supposedly a very elusive vampire with a sex drive. He was said to rape all the women he killed before he sucked their blood. Elsa just sighed and found her way to Pabbie's pub. No one knew where Jack Frost was, but if anyone did, it would be Pabbie. She knocked on the door. A pair of brown eyes stared at her. She heard a gruff voice say, "What's the password?"

"Kristoff, it's me, Elsa."

"I know, I just like to mess with you."

He opened the door. Elsa walked in. Kristoff, the man who had opened the door was tall, well built, tan, and had blond hair. He had been like a brother to her and Anna, until recently a romance developed between Anna and Kristoff.

She threw her long brown braid behind her shoulder and said, "Where's Pabbie?"

"What, I don't even get a hug?"

She gave the man a warm hug and said, "I seriously need to find Pabbie, Kristoff. I'm on a hunt and I need to find a vampire."

"Pabbie's out. He'll be back around midnight. So, um, how's Anna?"

"She's perfectly fine."

"Good." Kristoff had been saving money so he could finance a family.

"ELSA!" Kai yelled.

She turned and saw the motherly woman.

"Oh, my baby, I missed you so much! Take your clothes off so I can wash them."

"Kai, I'm going to keep my clothes on. I missed you."

She hugged Kai.

"I'm gonna go talk to Grenda. I love you sugar."

"Love you too Kai."

He asked, "You want a drink?"

"I shouldn't. I'm strictly on business."

"Come on, Elsie, you're always working nowadays."

"You're right. One drink can't hurt, right?"

She only drank one cup of the liquid that Kristoff gave her, while he drank so many, Elsa lost count.

"Elsa, you going on a vampire hunt?"

"You're drunk Kristoff."

"I like it better when I'm wasted."

"Yeah well, go pass out in the corner."

He went and did as she said.

Eventually, Pabbie came in. Elsa ran over to him as soon as she saw the door open.

"Pabbie!" She nearly yelled.

"Elsa, my dear, what are you doing here?"

She hugged the wise old man.

"I need help. I'm supposed to be hunting a vampire, but I have absolutely no leads. No one knows where he is or where I could find him."

"Who, my dear?"

"Jack Frost."

Pabbie's eyes widened.

"Elsa, I forbid you from trying to find Jack Frost."

"But I've already started. I can't turn down a case. You know me better than that."

"Elsa, this vampire is not like the others."

"Why not? He's just another bloodsucker."

"He has a power in which none others have. Yes, he may feed off of human blood, but he can freeze your heart."

"How can he?"

"He has the ability to freeze objects. I have foreseen this. Why, why must you have taken this case, Elsa?"

"Just tell me, Pabbie."

"I will not. Come with me."

They walked to the back of the pub. There were potions lining the wall, a cauldron in the center, and a giant book on a pedestal. She saw a picture on the wall…it was a moon with a wolf in the center, beautifully crafted. She caught herself staring at it. Elsa knew Pabbie dabbled in magic, but she didn't expect this.

Pabbie flipped open the book and read,

Once there was a fearsome vampire known as Jack Frost. He was cursed by an evil spirit known as Pitch Black to have the hatred of humans and to have the iciest of hearts. He feels nothing. But legend has it; he will pretend to love all of his female victims before killing them. He will trick them into trusting him and then kill them slowly and painfully.

Pabbie shut the book and Elsa said, "I understand you're worried for me, Pabbie. And I love you for that. But please, just tell me where he resides."

"I promised your parents I would take care of you and Anna. I cannot go back on my promise, my dear."

"Fine, I'll just find him myself."

She stormed out of the office. Kai said, "Elsa, you cannot leave! It's the middle of the night."

"I guess should sleep anyway."

She sat by the bar and started to read the file of Jack Frost she had taken from the Vampire Hunting Association.

"Rough night?" A voice asked from behind the counter. She shot up and saw a white haired man drying a glass. Strange, she thought, I didn't see him earlier.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that."

"You want a drink?"

"That's the second time I've been offered a drink."

"Well, you are a pretty woman."

"No thanks."

"I'm guessing you're a vampire huntress."

She looked down at her clothes. That was obvious. She had two guns strapped to her thighs, knives in her boots, and silver bullets.

"I like to make my victims diverse."

He smiled and said, "Who you hunting now?"

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

"Jackson Overland, miss. And you?"

"Elsa Queen."

"I think you're avoiding my question, Ms. Queen."

"I'm trying to find Jack Frost. So far all I know is that he's a rapist."

"What are you reading?"

"Jack Frost's file."

"May I?"

She handed him the file. Their fingers brushed, and she felt an icy rush when she touched him. She said nothing, but gasped.

"Jack Frost, huh? That's a coincidence."

"What is?"

"I just saw him last week. I barely got away with my life, but he was over by Whitehaven Citadel."

"Of course."

The castle had been abandoned for over two hundred years. It was the perfect place for a vampire to reside. He gave her the file back.

"Thank you Jackson."

"No problem."

The next morning, Jackson was gone. She thought that was strange. She left her clothes on and ran her fingers through her long brown hair. She asked Kristoff, "Can you give me a ride?" He didn't have much of a headache, but hangover was looming over him. "Um, sure, where do you need to go?" "Whitehaven, please." "Sure, let's go." They set off.

When they reached the border of the woods about two hours later, Kristoff said, "The car can't fit through the wood. We'll have to go through on foot."

"Fine, you don't have to come with me."

"Are you kidding me? That wood is dark in the middle of the day."

Now Elsa knew some things about werewolves. She knew that some did not wait until the full moon to transform. And she knew that sometimes the only thing keeping human werewolves sane was a special necklace. Whenever a human who turned into a werewolf wore the necklace, they stayed that way. But if they wore it, whenever they took it off, they immediately turned into a werewolf, full moon or not.

They set off into the woods, walking side by side. Elsa said, "Did you hear that?" She grabbed the hilt of her gun. Kristoff said, "No." Please, please, please, she thought, no zombies. Zombies were most likely the hardest thing to kill, undying. They tended to stay in the woods, out of the light. She took a deep breath and they kept walking. She never loosened the grip on her gun.

They came to the center of the woods. Elsa said, "Kristoff thanks again." "It's no problem, Elsie. Just remember, the wolf is only as strong as the pack." Strange, she thought, Kristoff's never said that before. His face seemed to go white after he said it. She tucked her hair behind her ear.

Suddenly, her leg got caught in a hole. "Ah!" She screamed. Kristoff instinctively reached out and caught her by the waist. Elsa caught his shirt with one hand and caught something underneath…although she wasn't sure what it was, it snapped. It was in her hand. It was a necklace, beautifully crafted. It was a full moon, with a wolf in the center. "Sorry about your necklace, Kristoff." His eyes were wide and his breathing heavy. He whispered, "Oh no." Elsa looked at the necklace again. It was the sign of the werewolves. It was the thing that kept the humans who turned into werewolves not werewolves.

Kristoff was a werewolf.

He immediately began to transform. Golden fur began to cover him entirely. She watched in horror as he turned into a werewolf. The guy who grew up with me is the one she's hunted. Pabbie took in a werewolf! He bared his fangs at her. She ran as fast as she could. She knew she could never outrun a werewolf. They were the fastest things in the world besides vampires. She came to a mountain wall. She was trapped. She watched as her death loomed towards her. Then she remembered the guns. She fumbled for the one strapped her left thigh and aimed at his heart, the trigger almost pulled a silver bullet almost in his heart.

She shut her eyes and felt something rub against her eyes. She couldn't believe it. She looked at Kristoff. He'd brushed up against her leg. She slowly put her hand on his head. She almost killed Kristoff. He looked up at her, he looking deeply into her chocolate brown eyes. She said, "What happened to you?" He looked so sad. Elsa knew he would stay this way if she didn't turn him back. She dug through her backpack. Maybe, just maybe, she could have remembered the necklace. She pulled out the necklace. "Ha, yes!" She got on her knees and threw it around his neck. He started to turn back human, but still had wolfish features. "What…are you?" "I'm a werewolf. Right now, I'm a half breed. I'm a mix between human and wolf. I'm sorry you had to learn of this. Pabbie took me in." "Kristoff, I almost killed you!" "I didn't want you or Anna to know! You think I'm proud of being a werewolf, hated by everyone?" Elsa was at a loss of words. "You know, this was a mistake." He ripped the necklace off and gave it to her. He ran away, full wolf form. He gave her one last look.

"Kristoff! Kristoff, wait!"

He didn't come back.

She set off to the castle on her own, the charm in her hand. Eventually, she came to the castle. The door was broken. She could just walk right in. So she did. She held her pistol tightly.

"Hello, my dear."

She turned around quickly and held her pistol up. She saw Jackson, the bartender.

"Jackson?"

"No, not Jackson. My name is Jack Frost."

How had she not known that? How had she not foreseen the coldness of him? She felt his coldness. She just didn't believe it.

She held her gun up. He took a step closer.

"Don't come any closer!"

He held his hands up in defense.

She noticed that now he held a curved staff and wore a brown overcoat. (A/N: The costume from the beginning of the movie.)

"My dear, I assure you that I was once like you."

"I don't give a damn about what you were once."

She took a step back.

"I am going to kill you." She said as a matter of fact.

"You can't."

She took a step back.

"Why did you kill those people?"

"I do kill people, but not for fun. I have to eat too, you know."

"Flattering."

"I wouldn't go backwards if I were you."

"It's better than forwards."

She stood still, her breaths uneven and her eyes fierce. Jack ran his staff across the wall, causing ice to cover it.

"What are you?" Elsa asked.

"I am a vampire."

"How can you do that?"

"I was cursed."

Her gun almost fell out of her hands. She knew that, but hearing it come from his lips was surprising.

"What are you?" She repeated.

"I am a vampire!" He yelled.

She took a step back, terrified. She fell through the floor, hitting her head.

Jack

He watched her sleep. She smelled so delicious. He wanted to suck her blood. But something held him back. She wanted to kill him. She had hit her head pretty hard. He fixed her up and laid her on the old queen's bed. Jack had led her to the castle because he loved toying with humans. But she was different.

She woke up slowly. He had disarmed her.

"My dear that was quite a fall."

She stood up.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

"Don't you think that if I wanted to I would have?"

She looked at him with a look he did not recognize.

"What are you?" She asked for a third time.

"I am a vampire."

Suddenly, her knee buckled. Jack caught her.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Well, you have a sharp temper, you're headstrong, and you aren't social…"

"Not that! What is wrong with my knee?"

"You took quite a fall, my dear."

"Is that your answer? I know I took a fall."

"You can't walk. You should probably sit down."

She did as he said for once.

"What happened to you?" She asked.

"Well a long time ago, I was a human. I don't remember much of it, but I remember that I was normal. I ran into Pitch Black one day. He claimed to have saved me. But he sucked my blood. He turned me into the monster you see before you. He tried to make me his dark warrior. Once I was a human murderer who did Black's bidding, but the spell wore off and gave me ice powers. I don't remember most of it. Only screams. I didn't have control then. He accidentally gave me the ice powers. Vampires from the Guardian Clan, North, Tooth, Sandy, and Bunny led me to safety. They led me to Whitehaven."

Elsa stared at him.

"You aren't like other vampires, Frost."

He ran his staff over the bedpost.

Elsa stared at the strange boy.

"Is it true you rape your victims?"

"What? No!"

"Sorry, sorry. It's a rumor."

"That is very offensive."

Elsa laughed for the first she had in a long time. Jack loved her laugh. It was beautiful.

"Why are you like this? I mean, I've never met a vampire like you."

"I don't know."

He looked at her. She sighed.

"What's wrong, my dear?"

"My friend turned out to be a werewolf. He ran away. I lost him in the woods."

"A werewolf? Really?"

"Ironic, I know. I am the paranormal slayer, and yet my best friend is a werewolf and here I am talking to a vampire."

Jack was in love with the vampire slayer.

"Why are your eyes blue?"

"Pardon me?"

"Every other vampire has red eyes…the one who killed my parents did…I don't know why he left me behind…but I saw his eyes…"

"I don't know, my dear."

She turned and looked at the ground.

"Why are you doing this for me?"

"You're different, my dear."

"How am I different?"

"I don't enjoy killing humans. But I have to. I won't do it to you though."

"Thanks?"

"You are very welcome."

Elsa laughed.

"Elsa, why do you hunt us?"

"My parents did. They died in our house when a vampire attacked."

He grabbed her hand and they both saw the same thing, their eyes turning gold.

Elsa was thirteen and Anna was ten. Elsa's mother had grabbed her arm. Her father had picked up her sister. Her mother swung open the door to the emergency cellar, which was only big enough to hold the two girls. Elsa asked, "Where are you going?" Her mother kissed her forehead and said, "We love you." Elsa was confused. Her father put Anna inside the cellar with Elsa. Anna said, "Can we play a game, Papa?" "Not right now, dear. Just go to sleep and be silent. Don't talk to anyone unless you know them." Elsa said, "Okay Papa." She didn't understand what was happening. They shut the door. She heard gunshots and screams. There was a small sliver of light. Elsa watched the vampire clawed out her parents' throats. It took a deep breath through the nose. It had ebony black hair and red eyes. His hair was in disarray and his smile was crooked and handsome. Elsa gasped. A taller, more ancient, figure walked behind him and said, "Very good my son." The younger one looked satisfied. He looked directly at Elsa. A smile grew across his lips as he walked over to her. Elsa was paralyzed with fear, her eyes filled with tears. But the vampire's eyes flickered blue and he walked away. They left soon after. Elsa cried while Anna slept for that night. The next morning, Pabbie found them. He took them in. They grew up after that, with Kristoff and Pabbie's family, who Kristoff proudly called love experts.

Reality

Realization suddenly came to Elsa.

"You killed my parents."

"I had no idea…"

"You really didn't know did you?"

"No."

"I guess I can't be angry at you then…"

But he saw the tears welling in her eyes.

"Can I make it up to you?"

"You can try."

He rolled his hands and a rose made of ice appeared in his hands. He handed her the delicately crafted rose. She raised an eyebrow.

"A rose?" She asked.

He kissed her.

He didn't know what he was doing.

He was terrified.

He loved her.

But did she love him?

She did.

She enjoyed the kiss.

She had been kissed before.

But she never felt the butterflies before.

She kissed back to the creature.

He killed your parents.

He didn't know what he was doing.

He hates humans.

He obviously doesn't hate me.

He's a vampire!

I don't care.

She looked at the creature.

"What are you?" She asked.