A lithe boy, about seventeen, deathly pale with sapphire eyes and silvery white hair, licks his blue lips.
Jack Frost smelled blood.
Human blood.
Man, oh man, was he hungry.
He jumps from one treetop to the next, following the scent.
His inhuman ears pick up a truly pitiful sound.
Was that whimpering?
He finally reaches the source of the enticing smell, and his cold, shriveled up heart seems to swell to twice it's normal size and proceeds to shatter into a million pieces.
It's a terrible sight.
There's this human just lying there on the ground, defenseless and fatally injured.
Every vampire's dream.
And yet... Jack doesn't want to drain the human's blood and run away laughing like he normally would've. Jack feels something that he's never felt before.
Was that.. Was it... Compassion?
Oh, no. No, no, no.
Jack Frost the Cold did not feel compassion.
Absolutely not. Jack Frost was the most heartless, cold, cruel vampire ever.
He did not feel anything! Especially anything for a human.
But...
As he's looking down at it from his perch on the tree branch...
He feels this swell creeping up into his chest, climbing up his throat as though trying to jump out.
And he realizes it...
Jack wants to scream.
He wants to scream and cry for this human.
He wants to do something so badly it aches.
It's a teenage boy.
He can't be more than fourteen or fifteen.
He's so small. Puny, really.
His arms and legs are like pencils, his torso so tiny that if he turned sideways he'd disappear.
His skin is milk-pale, color draining away along with his life.
Freckles litter his skin, standing out starkly against his quickly fading complexion.
His clothes are ripped and scorched.
His face, cheeks still slightly round with stubborn baby fat, has scratches and a few burns, his mouth is open as quick, shallow breaths leave it.
Brown hair is matted his sweat, dirt, and possibly blood, his impossibly green eyes are half-lidded and consciousness is leaving them fast.
Jack leaps from the branch, a soft thud resulting from the impact of his bare feet.
He creeps toward the boy, kneeling beside him and puts frighteningly uncharacteristically gentle hands on his shoulders. " Can you hear me?" Jack murmurs, eyes frantically searching the mortal's face.
The boy groans something weakly, and Jack takes it for a yes.
" What happened to you?" The immortal asks, voice so quiet it could've been the whispering of leaves.
The boy moans and cries out, like the mere memory of how he got into this state is too painful to remember. " Toothless?!" He seems to be attempting to yell. To call.
Jack looks around unconsciously and spies a large black shape that looks suspiciously like a dragon.
It's weak, but not dead.
The boy seems to sense it's pain and begins to sob.
Jack somehow feels empathy, understanding how frustrated and utterly helpless and hopeless the boy must feel.
But its not good. Crying will only make his life dwindle faster.
" Shh," Jack urges him, " Don't do that. You're draining your energy."
The boy sniffles and goes still limper.
Jack can't let this kid die. He doesn't know why, but he just can't.
" Hey," he says softly, and the eyes of the boy shift to him, head no longer able to move, " It's gonna be alright. You're hurt pretty bad," Jack's eyes shift to the kid's left leg, which is broken, bloodied and burnt, and if Jack didn't have certain abilities, it would've been a lost cause, " I'm going to save you. But you have to believe in me."
Green eyes find blue, and there's a spark of connection and trust.
" Okay." He says, voice broken and barely there, but it's full of belief.
Jack's pearly fangs come out as the stranger's eyes flutter shut.
And just like that, the deal is done.
The kid's life has ended. But his undeath has just started.
Hiccup forces his eyes to open.
He looks around and takes in his surroundings.
He's at the Dragon's Nest, body leaned up against a tree. Toothless is next to him.
But wait.
Shouldn't he be dead?
He looks down at his leg and nearly jumps out of his skin.
It's perfect.
Things begin flooding back, the fire, the fall.
Him, lying there, all hope lost, until...
That guy. The one who saved him.
" Morning, sleeping beauty," his voice calls.
Hiccup stands, feeling oddly out of place in his own body.
He feels different.
Graceful, balanced. Not clumsy like usual.
Its sort of like flying, the way he feels he can do anything.
He makes his way over to the stranger who saved his life.
He's an odd sight. Hair as white as snow, porcelain skin and perfect teeth. His eyes are bluer than the sky or the sea.
He stands and walks over to Hiccup, eyes looking him up and down critically. " How're you feeling?" The strange teen asks him.
" Fine," Hiccup answers, a little disoriented by the sound of his own voice, " My neck's a little sore though."
It's true. There's a dull throb at the nape, and he reaches up to rub at it.
The stranger chuckles, " Yeah, that'll wear off."
Hiccup looks up at the boy who saved him. He surveys him with clever green eyes and purses his lips, " What are you?"
He mentally smacks himself for sounding so rude. He'd meant to ask 'who are you?' but obviously this guy wasn't human.
But then again, Hiccup wasn't altogether sure he was anymore, either.
" I..." The blue-eyed albino struggles with words for a moment, " Well, I'm a vampire."
Hiccup's hand freezes in the action of rubbing his neck, suddenly realizing why it hurt.
He had been about to die. His leg had been mutilated beyond repair.
And yet here he was.
" Oh," Hiccup's eyes widened, " So that means..." The other vampire rocked back and forth on his heels. " Yeah."
Hiccup stands there for a moment, trying to get his bearings.
He figures he should probably thank the other boy, but as he opened his unusually dry mouth to do so, his companion said, " I'm Jack. Jack Frost."
He offers a pale hand to shake, and oddly, Hiccup takes it.
They shake for a moment, and Hiccup realizes he hasn't yet introduced himself. " Ah, m'name's Hiccup."
He ultimately decides not to go with his full name. That's just plain embarrassing.
Jack begins to laugh, face splitting into a childlike smile as he doubles over, " Ah ha, wow-just-ha ha, man, Hiccup? R-really?"
Hiccup crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow, " Right, because Jack Frost is such a normal name."
Jack stopped immediately, "Touché."
And despite how bizarre this whole situation is, they both smile.
Aaand there's the prologue. Did you like it? Hate it? Was it totally lame? I don't really care, as long as you tell me in the form of a REVIEW!