Illusionist

A/N: Thank you to those who followed, favored, and reviewed. I appreciate all the support I can get. As far as last chapter went I had to add Frost, he will never be gone in my mind. I want Frost to have an important role in this story, and hope that you all feel the same. Without further ado, here is chapter 2!

"For me, there is very little difference between magic and art. To me, the ultimate act of magic is to create something from nothing: it's like when the stage magician pulls a rabbit from the hat." – Alan Moore

Chapter 2

Previously…..

Nothing.

She puts a hand on his shoulder and gives a gentle shake. "Excuse me si…" Jane stops mid-sentence, as the man grabs her by the throat. She looking for an sign of remorse in his eyes, but is only met with bright hazel eyes.

He then speaks, "I've been looking for you…. Jane Rizzoli."

"How the hell do you know my name?"

"Why, you're the diamond in the rough my friend. Follow me and I'll explain everything," the dark skinned man says, as he lost his grip from Jane's neck

"Okay first off, why should I go with you? I don't even know you, or let alone what the hell to call you, a stranger or my stalker," her temper slightly rising, but only out of curiosity of what the man might say next.

"Barry."

"What?" she asked as her eyebrows raise in confusion.

"My name. My name is Barry Frost. But you can call me Frost for short," he said with a smirk. "Now c'mon Rizzoli, we don't have much more time to waste."

"Fine," she said as she crossed her arms over her chest and follows Frost out of the park.

'Alright Rizzoli, you know what to do. He makes any funny moves you high tail back home. Who knows what this guy is capable of…, well he was an army guy judging by the tags.' Jane thinks to herself, and at the same time she doesn't want to run away just second. After all he did know her name.

The sun just sets as they reach their destination of an old warehouse south of Boston, near some old railroad tracks. Once they arrived, the man made an erupted stop, scaring Jane from her thoughts.

"Okay Rizzoli, what you're about to see is for yours and my eyes only. Got it?" Jane nods in agreement.

As they walked inside, Jane's eyes grew wide in both surprise and amazement. 'For an old warehouse, it looks pretty damn fancy.' Jane says in her mind. It looks like a mini mansion with fine furniture, a fireplace, a workshop, and well set up mini bar in the corner.

"So….Frost, if you have this nice place, why sleep on a park bench."

Frost let out a deep chuckle. "I slept on that very uncomfortable park bench because I knew that our paths would cross. Jane, you are the one I've been looking for."

Jane and Frost are now sitting near the fireplace, with cups of coffee in their hands. Jane then speaks, "Okay, so who exactly are you? What do you want? And why…why me," she asked.

Frost puts down his cup of coffee, then settles in his seat, "Well it all started during the 18th century, I used to work at a library that once sat on this very establishment. One day, a man came up to me and told me 'you're the one'. He told me to an alley, then he said, 'Barold Frost, you are called upon as the next sorcerer to walk this earth,' after that he grabbed me forearm and sent a boiling hot to send down my arm. When he lifted his hand off me, a strange mark was left on my skin," Frost rolled up his shirt sleeve, revealing a tribal sun tattooed on his left forearm.

"Shit man, that must of hurt," Jane gasped.

"Yeah well within the next…" checks his watch, "three hours or so you're gonna get on too. So don't get too sympathetic toward me now." He smirks.

"Hey why do I have to get decked out with ink!" she sneered.

"I think we continue with story time yes?" Jane only nods as she slumps down back into her seat.

"After I had got branded, he then explained to me that every sorcerer needs pass on their power to a new 'apprentice' every fifth century. The man also said that I need to find the one, pure soul, and that I basically need to mate with them to make me powerful, completely immortal." Frost got up from his on the couch and went over to his workshop and picked up a book.

As he opened the book it revealed picture and newspaper articles from Boston's past. "For years I've been traveling the U.S., performing shows as a magician. I originally was doing it to find the pure soul, I honestly wanted the power. And greater the power I thought, the more my fame would grow. But finding the soul was becoming too much of a challenge, so I just gave up. And besides, performing as a magician was the only way to disguise the newly found power I had. This power I have can control all four elements: fire, water, air, and earth. It the potential to move the earth itself," he then finished closing the book.

"Huh, wait have you moved the earth?" she said with a chuckle. Frost only grins and shakes his head. "But wait you haven't even been a sorcerer for five centuries. Why stop all of a sudden?" Jane asked.

Frost bowed his head knowing that one day he would have to tell somebody about her, now is as better time as ever he thought. He spoke finally breaking his silence, "Love. I fell in love. And it wasn't until the 19th century, when I met her. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my days. But before I could take her hand in marriage, she… she was killed in a fire."

And just like that he broke down. Jane put a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.

He looked up and continued to speak, "After her death I didn't want to live anymore. Just knowing I have to suffer for many more years, mourn longer than any man should for the women he loves. During the 20th century, when I decided to enroll into the army, I thought I could use it as an escape from the pain."

Frost looked straight into Jane's eyes, "One night, I had a dream…a vision of a new born baby girl who would grow up to be a tough S.O.B. on a softball field and on the streets. Jane I had a vision of you, and in all honesty… I want you to rid me of these powers. Of thing that has only been a curse most of my existence."

She didn't know what to say, the fact that she was destined to be a sorcerer or the fact that she was doomed be the day she was born.

"I… I don't know what to say. Frost, you seem like a really great guy… but I don't know if I'm even ready handle this responsibility."

"I know Jane. I know that you and your family are in a financial hole, and I'm more than willing to help you on this." At this an idea sparked in Frost's head. "In fact, I have a solution to all your problems. What do you say Rizzoli? Are you in or are you out…"

Jane's mind immediately goes blank. 'This is opportunity that could help Ma and Pop from going broke. You'll never get another chance like this Rizzoli. Now make the deal,' she debates in her mind, but after a few moments she now knows he r answer.

"You've got a deal, Frost. But first I need to hear about this 'idea' of yours first."

Frost smirks, "It's quite simple Jane. Once I give you my powers you can use them to can perform on the streets of Boston… for cash. And I will get you a gig to perform in large crowds. More crowds, more money. Simple as that."

Jane's face says it all, confusion in all creases and crevices of her face, "I'm going to doing what now?"

"You Jane are going to be a magician…no wait better than a magician. You Jane Rizzoli…will be an Illusionist."

In an instant all confusion from her face is now gone, 'An illusionist huh, I like the sound of that,'

Jane then breaks out in her famous grin, "Great so when do I start?"

"Your training will beginning bright and early at six. Oh and don't be late… Rizzoli," he says with a smirk.

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