Well hello there. Due to the fantastic response to Ribbons. Here is the sequel. Enjoy!
Chapter 1 - Dark stirring.
Zoe flew through the Arctic wind, cursing her lack of foresight. She was dressed in a halter neck and shorts. She had been in England, it was mid August and therefore sunny, for once. Now she was making good time to North's workshop. An ''urgent meeting,'' the text said. She felt a pit grown in her stomach. She had a feeling that she knew what it was about. Her mind flashed back to earlier in the month.
A couple of weeks earlier.
It was almost real. More than a memory. Here I stand, in the ash and rubble. I can only see mist, that wafted around me. The place is hauntingly familiar, I'm where my home used to be. The rotten stumps of the trees and broken logs scatter the area that I can see. I go to take a step and my bare foot touches a smooth metal surface. I blindly search for the object, I find that it's my scythe. I grip the handle, the stones glitter in the hilt. I swing it in my hands liking the comfortable weight, but some thing's wrong. I flick the blade toward the ground and examine the hilt. The stones were black, I scowled. They shouldn't be black any more. It's been ten years. I stare into these darkened gems.
'Daya...' A voice echoes around the clearing. I drop my scythe and turn around, my heart beating a thousand times a second. The pure fear rising in my chest.
'W-Who's there?!' I call out. Nothing. When I turn around I see a woman walking through the mist.
'Reaper,' she spits at me. I open my mouth to scream, and I jolt awake.
I'm panting, there's a sheen of moisture across my skin. I wipe my hand over my forehead brushing my sweat slicked hair from my eyes. I blink in the darkness, there's no mist, no rubble. I'm at home. My heart slows to a steady tremor and the pulsing of fear slowly dies. I breathe in slowly trying to calm myself. That was a weird dream, I never want that to happen again. Don't get me wrong. It's been a decade since Pitch and his whore tried to kill or whatever they were trying to do. I still get night terrors, so does Jack, but they're far and few between. Speaking of Jack, I can't help but smile. I'm wearing his hoodie, like I always do to bed. Jack, when he's not concentrating emits an aura of coolness, like a constant breeze, even during his sleep. Unless he's conscious and thinking about it, only then does it stop. But I like the cold. I get too hot if I wear anything else but his hoodie, but it's stretched over the years and falls to my bum, thankfully I don't have to crush my boobs in any more. I rub my eyes wearily, sighing in sleepiness. I feel Jack shift beside me, and I can't help but jump as his arm wraps around my shoulders, under my chin. I giggle in embarrassment.
'Angel?' He asks with a slight tone of worry. I smile in the dark and kiss his bare arm.
'Sorry, I had a bad dream,' I reply. I hear him exhale, I know for a fact that he's smirking at me. My wing moves from underneath him. We don't use a quilt or anything, my wings cocoon us instead. It's weird I know. But after trial and error over the last decade we pretty much know the most comfortable way to sleep. Nothing about us is normal. He pulls me back onto the mattress, the hoodie sliding up my legs as I lie back. My wing folds against my spine, the other wrapped around Jack.
'What was it about?' He asks, it's sweet. I'm still not used to the fact that Jack, feels this way about me. It's a nice feeling. I shrug, not knowing what to say. I mean, what do I mention? The fact that I heard Pitch say my real name? That whore, walking towards me? I decided to just tell him the truth, just not all the truth.
'I was back where my old place was. The remains.' I try to make it sound like it's not a big deal. But that place, holds dark feelings for both of us. In truth, I had no idea that the dormant power in Jack's staff was going to reawaken me. I could have laid there for centuries until I gathered enough energy. I don't even have most of the gems any more. I've managed to remove them from the hilt of my scythe. Which took a few years in itself. Jack used to laugh at me as I sat cross legged on the floor swearing at an inanimate object. The stones want energy and they didn't want to be taken from the weapon, it took a lot of time and patience, something I'm not great at. I left one in the hilt, that's it.
'You okay Angel?' Jack's voice knocked me from the cloud I was occupying. I smile, even though that he can't see. I don't trust myself to speak any more. The thought of that dream is almost poisoning my mind. I know that if I try to voice my concern, my tone will let Jack know how much it's actually bothering me. I don't want him to worry. He's always worrying about me. But there's not a lot I can hide from him. We've been together for a while now. He presses his forehead against mine, his hand cupping my jaw. We lay like that for a while. Then Jack leans forward to kiss me, I tilt my head upwards slightly.
'Ow!' I squeak. He bit me. Well, nipped, but it hurt. He chuckles, I give him a mock punch to the chest but he grabs my hand, knowing that I would lash out. Oh, that's how he wants to play it huh? 'Frost! That's not fair!' I pretend to whine. He laughs again, so I wrap my legs around his hips and straddle him. I grab his arms and hold him down, knowing that I'm a lot stronger, he hasn't got a chance. He struggles, which makes me giggle.
'Who's not being fair now?' He laughs. I smirk and shrug a shoulder. Then I feel a rushing of cold up my inner thigh. I squeal and jump, he uses my sudden momentum to push me onto my back. My hair hangs of the edge of the bed, I can't stop giggling. Jack lays on top of me, my legs are still wrapped around his hips. He has a grip of my hands and threads his fingers in mine, holding them above my head. I giggle more, feeling my breasts rise with the motion and brush his bare chest. Jack grins wickedly and I can't help but raise a brow. He begins to nuzzle the inside of my throat, I feel my pulse quicken as he runs his lips softly over the sensitive skin. He bites gently, making me squirm underneath him, a breathless moan leaving me. His hands leave mine and loose themselves in my hair, he pulls lightly making my heart flutter in anticipation. I feel him smile against the curve of my jaw, sending a ripple that earthed itself in my core. I move my hands from above me and run them down his spine, across his shoulders, letting my nails catch slightly. I feel the shudder in his body, he pulls himself up more burying his head in the crook of my throat as he teases. His kisses and nips leave the achingly aware skin on my throat and he crushes my lips under his. I can't help the moan that bubbles in my chest, I catch his bottom lip in my mouth and suckle making him press himself against me more.
I can't help the heavy beating of my heart, I swear that he can hear it. I can feel his pulse, as his wrists are pressed against the side of my head, while his hands are still playing with my hair. The noise is intoxicating, I know that I'm driving him mad, just like he's doing to me. I push up and wrap my arms around his shoulders, he crosses his legs underneath me, his hands moving to my hips. They don't stay there for long, as we kiss I feel his palms run up my waist below my hoodie. The roughness of his hands sends skitters through my muscles, causing goosebumps. He's purposely kept his skin cool and my body is loving it. I arch my back as he draws circles on my waist, making me almost mewl. I hear him chuckle as he rests his head on my cotton covered breasts. I ache for him, it's nearly painful. The heat in my core is inflamed, I feel that I'll almost be consumed with the want. I push him down, pulling his hands from my waist. I place a finger on his lips, telling him to wait. I shift onto his stomach, there's enough light reflecting from my wings to cause highlights on my skin. I hear his breath catch as I take off his hoodie. I have to almost bend backwards to free my wings, his nails dig into my hips. During our playful tussle, he had at some point removed his bottoms, I can see him smirking, I lean down, my breasts brushing his chest, I kiss him gently, my tongue lingering with his. I can feel the length of him beneath my core. Our breath comes hot and heavy, the only sounds in the room. I feel my heart clench.
'Jack?' I whisper. He sits up on his elbows, a worried look on his face. He cups my face. There's something I need to tell him. I don't say it, not a lot anyway. 'I love you,' my voice breaks a little. My finger runs down his lips, I feel him smile. I always feel nervous when I say that. His answer is clear as he pulls my mouth to his. My nails scratch his shoulders, he lets his true heat emanate from his skin, making me gasp. I moan as his hand cups my breast, his thumb teasing my nipple tantalizingly. My teeth catch his lip, I feel his groan run through his chest, it simply inflames my already throbbing core. When we finally join, I can't help the gasp that runs through me, my heart thunders. I press my forehead to his as he moves. Our lips brush, but both of us too overwhelmed to kiss. The crescendo of pleasure teeters, my breath has become panting, I lick my lips as another wave makes my body twitch. I gently push him down as I begin to rock back and forth, his hands gripping my hips. I run my hand through my hair arching my back lightly. Jack bit his lip, his head tilting back as our lust grew. I began to peak, my skin almost glittering with the moisture. I feel his nails biting into my skin, he pulls me to him, seizing my lips in his. Our bodies pulse, our crescendo tore through my core. I can't help but cry out his name, my mouth still against his. He peaks when I do, the glorious moment, I can feel his chest shaking under mine. He embraces me tightly as my body still twitches from the release.
I lay on him for a while, the feeling of languid muscles is a pleasure in itself. Jack strokes my hair, I feel as if my worries about that dream have been obliterated. That's all it was a dream, I reassure myself. Here and now, this is what's real. I smile as I bite my nail, I look up at him, my chin resting on his chest. I smile again brightly. He tilts his head to the side and runs a hand down my cheek.
'I love you Angel,' he whispers. My heart warms and I pull myself up and kiss him. My wings cover us, trapping the warmth to our bodies, it feels as if I lay there in his arms for only a moment, before my eyes grow heavy. I can't deny the deep down feeling in my stomach, that dream, may have just been a dream; but it felt real. Felt bad. Foreboding. Jack soon pushes those thoughts out my mind, holding me closer to him. My eyes are really, really closing shut now. The last thing I remember? Jack kissing my forehead. Perfect.
Present day.
Zoe landed awkwardly on a window sill. The wind was thick and she could barely see. She tapped on the window. Sure she could fly around and try to remember where the hell the actual door was, but she had taken long enough to get here. She tapped on the window again, she could see them inside. She lost her balance for a moment, her large wings spread wide to help her, but it wasn't enough. She dropped backwards off the sill with a, 'oh fuck!' By the time she had managed to regain the height she had lost and find the window again, someone had opened it. She climbed inside gracelessly. Zoe barely had a moment to shake the snow from her wings, when she was tackled by a sobbing blue and green blur. 'Oof.' The air was knocked out of her, she was backed up against the wall. She looked around at the Guardians. It was Tooth who had flown across the room and pinned her. She was crying. Zoe hugged her tightly. She had developed a close relationship with the spirit of memories. Zoe looked around the room, Bunny had a wet patch on his fur at his shoulder. It looked like Tooth was using him as her previous cushion. Tooth didn't let up. Zoe tried to pry herself from the tooth fairy's grasp, but she was relentless.
'Angel,' Jack said with a forced smile.
'What's going on?' She replied. Causing Tooth to howl again. She hastily patted her on the back, trying to remember how to calm someone down. North looked furious. Bunny had a sour look on his face as well. Sandy was floating in the air with a angry pout. Jack sighed, something really bad was going on. Zoe felt the ball in her stomach begin to swell. Tooth finally haltered in her woes. She leant back and looked Zoe in the eye.
'I'm so sorry!' She cried, before more tears began to fall from her eyes. Zoe raised a brow and looked at everyone, thinking that they must be trying to mentally transmit it to her; because she had no idea what was going on.
'Guys? Jack? What's going on?' She said deliberately. Tooth sniffed and got up,, she flew over to where the other Guardians were. Bunny placed a hand on Tooth's shoulder, encouraging. Tooth breathed in deeply.
'It's gone,' she whispered.
Zoe straightened up from the wall and held out her hand, her finger pointed in a ''wait'' motion. 'It's gone?' She repeated, in a disbelieving tone of voice. Her ears must be playing tricks. Jack shook his head and walked over to her, taking his hands in hers.
'No, Angel. Baby Tooth has gone missing,' he said sadly. This prompted another wave of tears from Tooth.
'But I thought a different fairy carried it each day. It is damn near impossible to tell them apart! That was the point!' Zoe said with a little panic. 'Is she really missing?!'
'Tooth called and checked every single one of her fairies. Baby Tooth is gone. Along with the stone.' Jack clarified. Zoe felt her heart stop. One of her gems had gone. Not to mention one of Tooth's fairies. Her breath caught in her throat as she lifted a hand to her head in shock.
'We are fucked,' Zoe muttered. This was bad news. No wonder the text said ''urgent.'' Her mind cast back to a couple of weeks ago, when she had that dream. Something told her that the dream, maybe wasn't just a nightmare.
It was a warning.
Well, there we are. Dun dun duuuuun. As usual, I will need reviews in order to continue, (I'm not psychic! I don't know that you like it!) Are you excited? 'Cause I am. Oh and sorry about the bit of smut, my fingers got carried away.