Chapter 2-Captured
(A/N) Hello ladies and gents :) I hope you all enjoy this next chapter. It wasn't suppose to be this long but I just-I just... I don't even know anymore. Every time I write a new chapter for a story the chapter seems to be twice the length of the previous one. Sighs... On the bright side at least it makes up for how long you had to wait. Thanks for your patience. xx
On a side note I'm from Scotland so some times my terminology may be different from what some people are use to. Through some very humorous circumstances I discovered that torch means quite a different thing to some people than it does to me. To me a torch is what some people call a flashlight. Whereas to others its the wooden stick with a flame. So when I say torch I mean flashlight lol xx
Also big shout out and major thank you to the lovely Clear Blue for betaing this for me xx (Throws air hug!) xx If you get the chance I highly recommend checking out her stories! xx
Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of The Guardians or Frozen. I believe we are all well aware what I would do if I did xx
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Elsa ticked off the necessities as she packed them away either onto her person or into her rucksack. Most of the equipment, along with several other essential things, were tucked away into her bag. The two daggers though were slipped into pockets on the inside of her jet black combat boots.
"You packed everything yet?" Anna asked.
Elsa's younger sister Anna, a fellow vampire huntress, was sitting with her legs crossed on her sisters bed, leisurely flipping through the paperwork for the Jack Frost case.
The experienced huntress knelt down on the ground and reaching under her bed pulled out a silver briefcase. She threw the case onto the bed, popping open the lid to reveal a gun with several glistening silver bullets tucked along beside it.
"Why are you taking that? You planning on encountering some werewolves tonight?" Anna inquired as she watched her sister place the gun inside her the ruck sack.
"It's a full moon tonight and tomorrow. I'm taking some silver bullets just in case. As dad says you can never be too careful," Elsa explained as she threw on her black leather jacket.
"Where is it we're going anyways? Do you have any leads to go on at all? I read over the documents on the case and most of the information is pretty... sketchy to say the least. Its more rumours than anything solid and reliable," Anna said with a tilt of her head.
Elsa registered the we but neglected to comment on it. There was no way Anna was going to accompany her on this mission. It was far too dangerous.
Elsa went over to her vanity table and picked up a small band. She slipped it on, feeling the cold of the metal as it ran down her wedding finger. The ring, which was called a masquerading ring, was made from a purely reflective surface. The reason for its name was it was used to see through a vampire masquerading as a human. Vampire hunters used the ring to inconspicuously check for people's reflections. The blood suckers being the soulless creatures of darkness that they were lacked one.
"Why do you wear that ring on your wedding finger?" Anna frowned.
"It stops guys from flirting with me," Elsa shrugged with a small smile. "Well for the most part anyways. And to answer your question I am going to the old tavern, 'Valley of the Living Rocks.' I'm hoping the owner Pabbie might have some more information that can give me some inkling of an idea of where to look for this 'Jack Frost.' "
Pabbie was an old friend of Elsa and Anna's parents. Whenever they were in doubt or needed advice they always turned to him for help. His knowledge and wisdom was unmatched. If anyone had any information on where to look for this elusive vampire, then surely it would be him.
"Well I better pack my things. Can you wait for me in the car?" Anna said as she hopped off the bed. "Oh, can we take the jeep?"
Elsa blinked, turning to her sister as she crossed her arms. "And where do you think you're going?"
"With you," Anna replied simply, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Oh no, you're not," Elsa snorted, turning around to face the mirror again as she tied her hair into a high ponytail.
"Yes I am," Anna retorted, placing her hands on her hips.
"It's a level B. You're only able to take on a level C assignments," Elsa muttered irritably.
How many times must she go over this with her sister? They couldn't always go on missions together. They held different ranks and because of this sometimes they had to roll solo.
Missions and assignments were categorised into different levels by letters; A being the highest ranking level and F being the lowest. Depending on the skills, years of experience and capability of a hunter, the elders of the hunters' coven would debate which levels of assignments a hunter would be given permission to work on.
Elsa had clearance to work any case up to a level B. Anna, being a relatively new huntress, was only able to work level C and down cases.
A level B mission such as this one required a hunter with at least five years of hunting under their belt. But then again, many hunters who did get the right level of experience could still be denied permission to take on the assignment if they weren't seen as capable enough to fulfill it.
When Elsa had gained enough experience and had gone to the coven elders to request permission to start accepting Level B missions, they had been hesitant on allowing her. Many elders, as well as active hunters, believed five years simply wasn't an adequate length of time to gain the proper depth in knowledge and experience in order to take on such a high level mission.
There has been murmurs and whispers that the elders wanted to increase the required years of experience up to ten years before allowing an individual to take on a level B mission.
In full honesty, Elsa partly agreed.
The morbid problem with doing that, however, was seldom did hunters actually live long enough to get that kind of experience. An average hunter was lucky to get seven years out of their career.
So raising the years of necessary experience would do no good and would mean that theirs would be a serious demand for more experienced hunters. With such a high proportion of hunters not making it to this level, it would put even more strain on the hunters who were lucky, or unlucky enough as some would argue, to reach the required level.
"You can't go on this mission alone! What happened to rule forty eight that mum always told us. Never-"
"Go on a mission without back up. Yes Anna, I am well aware of the guidelines that mother and father laid out for us," Elsa muttered, her eyes watching her sisters reflection in the mirror intently.
Back when her parents had still been alive, they had been two of the greatest hunters the world has ever seen. Fearsome, resourceful, respected, skillful, determined and smart. Vampires trembled at the mere mention of their name.
Vampire hunters from far and wide respected them. Not just for their work as hunters but also as it was thanks to both of them that the two major rival covens, The Nighten Gale and Alexis covens, had rekindled their long severed ties and came together as allies, not enemies.
With the unification of the two covens, the vampire problem had been pacified greatly. Instead of quarreling with rival coven hunters, hunters could concentrate and work together on missions, sharing both knowledge and resources.
Before they became allies, they hadn't always been enemies though.
A little over three hundred years ago, both covens had once been one unit. It was founded in the early nineteenth century by the legendary vampire hunter, Victor Van Helsing, who had build the coven in order to house and train up the next generation of hunters who would fight against the forces of darkness.
His descendants took over leadership after his unfortunate passing. Legends say that it was two generations after its creation that two siblings took over ownership. The two siblings held polar opinions on how to deal with the vampire plague upon humanity.
One took a right winged ideology, believing that all the vampires should be exterminated. They were demons. Monsters that had to be destroyed in order to protect the human race.
The other took a less drastic route, instead firmly believing that only vampires who committed atrocities against humans should be destroyed. They believed that vampires and humans could coexist together in relative harmony.
As a result of the contrasting views, the hunters within the coven found themselves slowly tearing at the seams. Some agreed with the first sibling, while others agreed with the second. Eventually those who believed that all vampire had to be destroyed packed up their belonging and left the Nighten Gale coven, and thus, the Alexis coven was born.
It was only when Elsa's mother, a member of the Nighten Gale coven, met and fell in love with Elsa's father, a member of the Alexis coven, did talks and negotiations begin and friendships, although perhaps till striven with tension, were formed.
"Look Anna, you're not coming. It's as simple as that," Elsa snapped, planting both hands firmly on the vanity table in front of her.
"Wanna bet?" Anna challenged, glaring at her sister through the mirror.
Elsa slammed shut the jeep door and headed for the tavern, a cheerful Anna in tow.
The Valley of the Living Rocks was an old, worn down villa made from ancient red sandstone. Creeping vines with blossoming orchids clung to the walls, hiding the intricate carvings on the stones. Outside the tavern was a small stony car park with about a dozen or so filled spaces to park and in the centre of the car park was a broken down fountain.
Despite its withered appearance, the old tavern was popular among the local hunters and was known as the hot spot for hunters of all varieties to interact and meet up. It was this very tavern that Elsa's parents had first officially met.
Surrounding three sides of the tavern was the intimidating forest that was known by locals as the Mors, which translated in Latin as Death.
The forest was privately owned land. The Nighten Gale Coven having bought it and forbidding the public from ever entering it, the cover story being it was a private deer hunting reservation.
The truth was that the most foulest creatures of nightmares lurked within its depths.
Many civilians who had wandered into it for recreational purposes often found themselves permanent features of the forest. Seldom were they ever heard from again.
Now the land was mainly used for training up new hunters and allowing them to get a first hand experience with the monsters that they were waging war against.
"Do you remember the secret door knock?" Anna asked as they approached the metal bolted door.
Elsa knocked the door once, twice, once, thrice, twice and once more. She gave Anna an unimpressed glance, a tad insulted that her sister would think she would forget it.
A small panel shifted open on the door revealing a pair of green eyes peering out. "Why, look who it is? Elsa! Anna! My goodness! Look how big you two cuties got! Come on in, girlies!"
The slot was slammed shut and the sound of rattling keys occurred before the door was swung open. Bulda appeared at the door, her arms outstretched in a welcoming gesture.
The little troll gestured for them to enter.
"Come on in, girls! Make yourselves at home."
Inside the tavern was a far cry from its outer appearance. Inside was a large open space with two levels, a warm gentle glow from the crystal chandelier dangling from the ceiling lighting the room.
The second floor was mainly a dining area, scattered with a dozen or so beautiful oak tables, draped with daringly red tablecloths, with small lavender scented candles perched atop each one.
The first floor only had a few tables, instead snooker tables and a dance floor taking up the majority of the space. Over at the other end of the floor was a stylish bar, hundreds of different types of bottled beverages shelved up on the wall behind it.
The tavern was bustling with life. Some of the more fetchingly dressed took to the dance floor, dancing to the music that the DJ over at the corner of the room was blaring through the stereos.
Others sat at tables, digging into hot meals served by the waiters. Most of the staff within the Valley of the Living Rocks were trolls, however, the trolls were more than happy to employ anyone who sought out employment from them.
"So what brings you two ladies here tonight?" Bulda grinned as she lead the girls deeper into the building. "You haven't dropped by in ages. We were starting to think you'd forgotten about us."
"Forgive us, Bulda," Elsa smiled fondly, kneeling down to Bulda's height. "We've been really busy."
"Yipe. Forces of darkness waits for no hunters," Anna chipped in.
Movement over by the window caught Anna's attention. One of the trolls raced over to it, peering out and noticing something that caused a huge grin to appear on his face.
Anna watched curiously as the troll scurried over to the door and unbolted it to allow someone in.
A tall stranger with fair blonde hair entered the building, giving a nod as thanks the troll before walking off and taking a seat at by one of the tables by the window.
'Well that's weird,' Anna thought to herself. 'How come he didn't have to do the knock?'
Curiosity peaked, Anna slipped away to investigate, leaving Elsa and Bulda obviously to her absence.
"Well that's fine. You're here now and that's all that matters. The others have been missing you two terribly!"
Elsa felt a twinge of guilt. "I'm afraid to say we're here on business tonight, not pleasantries."
Bulda's smile faltered, quickly replaced with a frown. She crossed her arms in a huff. "Oh? Is that so?"
Although Bulda put on the pretence of being upset, Elsa knew the elder troll understood.
"I promise we'll visit more often. Right now though it's vital that I see Pabbie. I'm hoping he might have some information on a case that I'm currently working on," Elsa told Bulda.
"Pabbie's not here," Bulda said, turning towards the nearby table as she began to clear it. Elsa followed her, waiting for her to continue. "He left early this morning to go take care of some business out of town. Wont be back for at least a week. Two max."
Elsa let out a groan, her head falling into her hand. This was the last thing she needed.
Pabbie was her only possible reliable means of finding 'Jack Frost' and finding him quickly. But if he wasn't here then it looked like she would just have to return to headquarters, gather every possible rumour she about him that she could and investigate each and every single one. It would be time-consuming and most leads, if one could call them that, would be dead end and prove to be nothing more than a ludicrous fabrication created in order to gain attention.
"Is there any other means to contact him?" Elsa asked.
Bulda shook her head, lifting up a silver tray she had filled with dirty cutlery and plates. "Afraid not, pumpkin! Feel free to ask around the tavern though. This place has a mysterious way of helping people out when they need it."
With that said, Bulda waddled off into the kitchen.
Elas let out another groan, rubbing her temples. Bulda was right though. Well she was here, she might as well ask around and see if anyone knew anything about the vampire. This place was a meeting ground for hunters for miles around, surely there was a chance that someone knew something?
With a deep breath, Elsa made her decision. She would start asking people on the dance floor then make her way around the dining tables, finishing off her investigation at the bar.
After about an hour of questioning the customers and guests of the tavern, Elsa had a full notepad filled with alleged sighting, stories, tales, rumours, encounters and gossip about her target.
Again, as ever it was the same stories repeated, the difference being the words and order in which they were put. All the customers who claimed to know who 'Jack Frost' was had said he was a high level vampire who was dangerous, allusive, cold, cruel and manipulative. Some stated they had saw him recently down in North London. Others said they were sure they had heard whispers that a vampire that some thought to be him up in Lankanshire.
After a while, Elsa gave up and retreated to sit at the bar with her notes. Her head rested tiredly in one hand as she tried to make heads or tales of what leads were reliable. After a while of looking over them, she began to notice two recurring factors among those who claimed to see him and had actually been able to give her a somewhat decent visible description.
They all said he wore a short brown cape with a hood. And besides that, there was another factor. No one could give her any details on his facial features as this vampire could only walk on the Earth at night, meaning they were forever shrouded and hidden in shadows. But the one thing they did mention over and over again was eyes that glistened through the darkness, sharp, cold, and blue as the mightiest of glaciers.
"Well at least I've got something to go on," Elsa muttered, not realizing she was speaking aloud.
Elsa frowned as she went over all her interactions with the hunters as they shared their tales. Now that she thought about it, she was sure someone else had given her a description on what the vampire may actually have looked like. Flipping through the pages, she found the comment from a rather well-known hunter from the Auryon clan.
"Devilishly handsome smile," Elsa quoted before snorting. Trust Charlotte La Bouff to find a blood sucker attractive.
"Why thank you," a soft, honeyed voice smiled. "I'd love to get the chance to see your smile sometime."
Elsa froze. Her eyes widening and refusing to leave her notepad. Inevitably though, her eyes slowly traveled from her work, up the black vest and white shirt of the speaker until she meet his eyes.
The bartender, a tall man with vibrant white, snowy hair and smirking blues looked at her with an air of amusement. He wore a white ruffled shirt with a smart fastened up black vest trimmed with silver. Some of his wintery bangs fell across his face, partly veiling his eyes.
Elsa gaped at him, a wave of heat staining her cheeks a flush red.
"I… I.." Elsa stuttered, suddenly unable to construct an intelligent sentence. "I wasn't talking to you!"
Elsa winced when she realised how bad that sounded. "I mean… Sorry but I was talking to myself."
The bartender smirked, nodding in acceptance. "May I offer you a drink?"
Elsa smiled, shaking her head. "No thanks. I'm on the clock."
"Oh come on," the bartender said, waving his hand dismissively. "One drink won't hurt. Here, try this."
The white-haired man grabbed a bottle from the shelf behind him, spinning it with a graceful flair in his hand before throwing it in the air, grabbing a spare glass from the counter with his other hand, then catching the bottle before it fell.
"Show off," Elsa rolled her eyes with a small laugh.
The corner of the bartenders lips curved into a charming smile. Carefully, he titled the glass, pouring in the blue liquid till the glass was half full. Placing the bottle down he picked up another smaller one, dropping in a small amount before shaking the glass in his hand to mix the contents. It turned the blue liquid into a murky green.
"Seeing as you're working I regret to say it's non alcoholic," he laughed, handing Elsa the drink. His fingers skimmed hers, their cold touch lingering a moment longer than necessary before moving away.
"And for such a lovely lady as yourself it's on the house," he added with a wink.
"Thank you," Elsa smiled, raising the glass to her rosy lips.
The young hunter failed to notice how the bartender's eyes glinted with success as she slowly took a sip of the beverage.
Elsa lowered the glass, placing it down upon the table. The drink had a queer, rosy taste to it that left her mouth with a tingly sensation. Not liking it, she pushed the drink away.
"Strange taste," Elsa muttered, licking her lips. "Anyways, thank you. I'm Elsa, by the way."
The bartender stuck out his hand, causing Elsa to frown in confusion. Unsure, Elsa raised her own hand which he took and gently brought up to his lips. He closed his eyes, placing a gentle kiss on the back of her hand, his thumb boldly caressing her fingers.
"Enchanted," he whispered, eyes meeting hers. "Mines Jackson."
Flustered, Elsa pulled her hand back and using the same hand pushed a stray, rebellious lock of hair behind her ear.
Jackson smiled at her reaction. He picked up a dirty tumbler and began cleaning it with a cloth, still remaining in front of her behind the counter.
"Judging from your attire, I'm going to go on a limb here and say… vampire huntress?" Jackson guessed, indicated with a nod of his head towards silver cross dangling from her neck.
"Great detective skills there, Sherlock," Elsa replied, her fingers instinctively reach for the cross to fidget with it. "Yes, I'm a vampire huntress."
"So what case are you working on?" Jackson inquired nonchalantly. "If you don't mind me asking that is."
Normally Elsa kept her cases 'hush hush', only ever revealing information about it to other hunters within her coven. Seeing as this case had little to no solid leads to go on she made an exception, hoping that it would lead her to a worthwhile lead. Over his time as a bartender surely Jackson may have overheard something useful in regards to the vampire she was hunting.
"I'm looking for a vampire by the name of 'Jack Frost'. You wouldn't happen to have heard anything about him, would you?"
" 'Jack Frost' ?" Jackson repeated softly, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes," Elsa sighed, resting her chin against her hand, her elbow propped up onto the table. "I have to find him but I have next to nothing to go on. Only rumours and gossip. Some say they saw him one place whereas others say they saw him at the other side of the country. I don't have time to follow down all of these leads. As you can imagine, I'm getting a tad frustrated at the thought that I might actually have to."
Jackson offered her a pitying smile.
"Worse comes to worst, I suppose I'll just look for other vampires. He might know where he is," Elsa mumbled under her breath to herself.
"Other vampires?" Jackson asked, his smile wavering slightly.
Elsa nodded without looking up, busying herself with flipping through her notes. "Yeah. Apparently 'Jack Frost' is an enemy of the elder vampire, Pitch Black of the Tantibus coven. He's a pretty high up vampire from what I've heard but I, at least know that my coven elders know where he is. I haven't found any information that hints to 'Jack Frost' being apart of a vampire coven. I'm assuming he's a rogue vampire which makes him all the more difficult to find."
Although all this information was usually classified for hunters only, Elsa felt perfectly safe revealing this to the bartender. Any employed into the service of Pabbie had to sign a contract of silence. All who worked here at the Valley of the Living Rocks were sworn to never reveal any information that they heard at the tavern. The tavern was a safe haven for hunters and Pabbie vowed to protect their privacy.
"You know Pitch Black?" Jackson frowned.
Elsa shook her head, still not really paying attention to Jackson. She was too busy trying to focus in on reading her notes but for some reason the words were starting to blur out a little and she had to strain her eyes to make out what was written.
Strange.
"Not personally," Elsa said offhandedly. "He comes by my coven headquarters once a month with some of the other leading members of his coven, and a few other vampire leaders, to negotiate peace treaties."
Some vampires, though Elsa could never help but question their motives, wanted peace between humans and vampires. They believed that they could all live in harmony and thus the monthly treaty talks were held, usually in the Nighten Gale coven, very seldom, due to negative feelings, were they held in the Alexis coven.
The vampire, Pitch, a once infamous vampire who had once installed fear through hunter and vampire alike, had allegedly changed his ways and now was a firm believer in peace.
He seemed rather ambient on revealing the existence of vampires to the rest of the human race, believing that this was the first step to end the centuries old war that had raged between the two species.
Although a member of the Nighten Gale coven, Elsa couldn't help but think that such a thing was never possible and believed revealing the existence of vampires would have the exact opposite of the desired effect. Her mother had always been sure that vampires and humans could co-exist peacefully, but Elsa tended to lean more in agreement with her father who believed it impossible.
"I'm pretty sure my elders know where he is," Elsa muttered, pulling out her phone and dialling a number. "One way to find out."
"And you think Pitch will tell you where this vampire is? Mind you, you are working on the assumption that he knows 'Jack Frost's' location," Jackson said, his tone curiously edgy and a little urgent.
Elsa noted his tone and frowned, her eyes narrowing in uncertainty. "I may be working on an assumption but its the best thing I have to go on. If anyone knows surely such a powerful vampire, with heavens knows only how many connections, will at least have an inkling as to where Frost is. If I was Pitch, I'd want to keep a tab on my enemies to make sure I don't end up with a stake through my heart when I turn around the corner."
"You think he'll tell you where he is?" Jackson asked with a raised eyebrow, a scoff evident in his voice.
Elsa's scoffed in annoyance at the way the bartender was acting. He seemed almost alarmed that she was going to contact Pitch. Almost like he didn't want her to do it. Yes, Pitch was a dangerous foe but if he was serious about peace between humans then he wouldn't hurt her if she went to him for help. Especially not if he wanted to keep in the good graces of the Nighten Gale coven.
"I know he will tell me if he knows anything. Frost is his enemy. I'm pretty sure he'll have no objections to me slaying him," Elsa retorted crossly, flipping her phone shut when she received no answer. "I have nothing else to go on so unless you can provide me any information, then I'm leaving to find Pitch."
Jackson sighed, putting down the glass he had been cleaning and leaned forward with his arms crossed atop the table, staring down at the eloquently scribbled down writing on the papers. Idly he flipped through some, smirking as he read what other hunters had said.
"I suggest," he began slowly. "Going up to Loch Awe. I'm sure I heard a few hunters tell stories of encountering a vampire by that name. Not a lot but I have heard enough to suggest that he may be prowling around up that way."
"Loch Awe is huge! Have you heard anything else that may narrow down my search?" Elsa asked, grabbing a piece of paper to take notes.
"Check the old abandoned Kilchurn castle," Jackson suggested. "If I was a vampire, I'd be quite content to be there."
Elsa pondered on this for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Alright. As good a place as any to start, I suppose."
She gathered her notes, stuffing them into her bag. She put out her hand to shake Jackson's. He took it, smiling.
"Thanks for your help," Elsa said with a small smile.
"Anytime," Jackson winked, turning around to busy himself with another customer.
Elsa left the bar in search of her sister, finding her chatting to a young man by the window. He was tall fellow, with unruly blonde hair and a rugged, handsome look to him. He was dressed simply; a flannel grey shirt hidden behind a woolly brown jacket, on his bottom half he wore a pair of jeans.
"Elsa," Anna grinned, waving at Elsa as she approached the table.
The man sitting across from her sister nodded, "Hi,"
"Hello," Elsa smiled politely, before turning to her sister. "Right Anna, I managed to get us a lead. We're heading up to Loch Awe."
"Oh, so we're leaving now?" Anna asked, disappointed clear in her voice.
"Yes. I'm hoping if we leave now we can make it up there within the hour," Elsa answered, pulling out her sat nav from her bag as she tried to type in the destination. "Well, that's the plan if I can get this stupid thing working."
"Why do you even bring that when you know it doesn't work?" Anna sighed as she watched her sister beat the device off the table a few times.
"It's all we have," Elsa muttered.
The sat nav was provided by the coven and due to a lack of funding they couldn't afford to replace them with a more updated version.
Anna tucked one of her braids behind her hair as she glumly began getting up from her seat. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Kri-"
The younger sibling paused, her eyes narrowing and rosey lips curling into a sly smile. "You know what, Elsa? I have an idea."
Elsa paused in smashing the sat nav in frustration off the table, her head snapping up and eyes darting to meet her sisters. She hadn't like the tone her sister had used. It was the one that usually signalled trouble.
"Kristoff could come with us!" Anna clapped excitedly, racing round the table and pulling Kristoff up off his seat by his arm. "He can be our guide!"
Elsa's stare hardened. "No. It's too dangerous."
"Actually I don't mind," Kristoff interjected, sensing that the two siblings were on the verge of an argument. "I've worked with hunters before and I know the area that you're talking about. I use to hang around there a lot when I was a kid. I can get you there, no problem."
"See Elsa! He can take us there!"
Elsa eyed the man curiously, her eyes averting to her sisters pleading ones then back to his hazelnut orbs. The sigh that escaped her was submission enough to allow Anna to realize she had won.
"Fine, let's go then," Elsa exhaled.
Anna let out a gleeful cry and hugged her sister tightly. "Thanks Elsa!"
"I just need to let Bulda know. I'll be back in a second," Kristoff smiled, running off to find the elder troll.
Elsa nudged her sister on the arm,"You wait here for him and I'll go start up the car."
"Sure thing," Anna smiled.
Elsa left the old tavern, slowly making her way over to the jeep. She fumbled with the keys for a few moments, struggling to keep her eyes focused as it suddenly became difficult to see again. After missing a few times, she finally got the key in the lock and entered the car, sitting down at the drivers seat and turning the engine on.
Tentatively, Elsa placed her head on the steering wheel, her eyes shutting tightly as she tried to fight back the throbbing sensation that had started in her head. After a few seconds, it passed but she still didn't feel quite right.
Eventually Anna, accomplished by Kristoff, hopped into the car, Anna in the front passenger seat and Kristoff in the backseat.
"Let's get this show on the road," Anna beamed.
"Are you sure you're feeling alright, Elsa?"
"I'm perfectly fine," Elsa snapped, her eyes attempting to focus on her driving. The road was dark and a menacing, eerie fog has descended from the night skies, decreasing visibility drastically.
"You sure?"
"Positive."
Kristoff doubted it.
In all truth, Elsa wasn't feeling so great. Half way through the journey the huntress had started acting rather odd. Every so often her driving skills would take a sudden dip and she started swerving across the road a bit. It wasn't anything major but it was noticeable enough to cause alarm.
At random intermits for seemingly no reason at all, a silly spell seemed to fall over her. One minute everything was fine, then the next her vision blurred and she felt nauseous, a queer painful feeling churning in her stomach. Sweat trickled down from her forehead and her cheeks turned a dark scarlet.
Whenever she felt like she should pull over and take a break it vanished, so instead she decided to keep going, opting on driving a little slower than the speed limit suggested.
"So, are you a hunter?" Elsa asked, her voice a tad raspy.
"Sometimes," Kristoff shrugged. "I work full-time at the tavern for Pabbie but on occasions I've worked with hunters. I'm more of a jack of all trades. I help out when I'm needed. Anything to pay the bills."
"How much did Anna promise you exactly?" Elsa inquired, taking a turn when Kristoff told her to take a left.
"Thirty five per cent of the reward for completing the mission," Kristoff answered.
Elsa cast a sideways glare at her slumbering sister. Thirty five per cent! For a guide? She would have to be having words with her darling sister later on.
"Did Anna explain to you the mission?"
"Yeah, she explained everything to me when we we're heading to the car. We're staking some vampire called 'Jack Frost', wasn't it?"
"Yeah," Elsa answered, falling into silence as she took another turn as instructed.
"Here we are," Kristoff said, leaning over the two front seats to point to a large structure dead ahead in the surrounding mist.
With a nod, Elsa pulled the jeep over and left the vehicle, slamming the door shut loud enough to startle Anna from her nap. Anna floundered madly, bumping her head off the car roof in her disoriented state.
"Owe. No-no-no-no, more sleep. Need more sleep," Anna mumbled, curling back on the seat.
Kristoff made his way round to her door, opening it for her, "Hey feisty pants, time to wake-oops!"
Kristoff winced as Anna, who had been leaning on the car door, came tumbling out the car at its sudden opening. Anna crashed to the ground in a tangle of limbs, a low moan emitting from her.
"Sorry," Kristoff cringed, lifting the girl up to her feet.
"It's okay," Anna replied dizzily. "I take it we're here then?"
"Nearly," Elsa, who was feeling a bit better thanks to the fresh air, called over to her sister.
Elsa looked straight ahead towards the structure cutting them off from carrying on any further by vehicle. It was a large, rusted iron gate that towered high above her. Withering vines and overgrown dark roots clung to it, snaking their way around the bars and over the fence. Barely legible through grime and dirt, Elsa managed to make out the sign nailed to it; "Kilchurn Cemetery".
"Is the castle through there?" Anna asked as she retrieved her backpack from the boot of the car and slide it over her shoulders.
"It's a little bit further on, but cutting through here is the fastest way to get there," Kristoff explained as he threw his own rucksack over his shoulders.
'And also the most dangerous,' Elsa mused with a quirked eyebrow. How many creatures of the night were wondering around in there looking for a midnight snack she wondered?
Anna moved over to stand by Elsa as they both watched Kristoff begin to scale the gate, using the vines and roots as grips to pull himself up. "You ladies coming?"
Both sisters looked at each other, smiled, then bolted towards the fence. Kristoff blinked as the sisters took a leap at the fence, landing at either side of him then rapidly began climbing up before tossing themselves over the fence. Elsa reached the other side first, spinning in the air and landing with a feline grace on her feet, followed swiftly by her sister and a short time later Kristoff.
A wave of dizziness clouded over Elsa, causing her knees to buckle. Quickly, she began to regret trying to show off. The headache from early was now returning with a vengeance.
'Its probably just a cold,' Elsa reasoned, shrugging it off as nothing to worry about. A little more time in the fresh air and she'd be as fresh as a daisy.
Normally the millisecond, Elsa didn't feel she was one hundred percent she would immediately abort the mission until such time as she was feeling more up to the challenge. Her health always taking top priority.
More importantly, it was one of her parents rules. Never go on a mission if you even had a flicker of a doubt that you were in not in top shape. If you went into battle weak, your enemies would use that against you.
Unfortunately, Elsa wasn't thinking straight. Whatever was causing her headaches had veiled her better judgement.
"Lead the way, Kristoff," Anna grinned, gesturing to the cemetery.
The cemetery was a large field that stretched on seemingly for miles. None of the ground was even and it was made up of several large hills. Through the thickening mist, Elsa could make out the hundreds of crumbling old gravestones cluttered across the land; some were of simple design whereas others were more grand and magnificent, reaching up high and casting a grim shadow on its neighbouring mausoleums and tombstones.
For the best part of an hour, they treaded through the dark cemetery, their only source of light from their torches and the occasional moonlight breaking through the fog.
"So Kristoff, how long have you worked for Pabbie?" Anna asked, skipping ahead to walk beside him, leaving Elsa, who was walking at a slower pace, at the back of the group.
"I only started working for him recently. My adoptive parents thought it would be a good idea to get me into the family business, just to help me earn money for when I leave the nest. I live with Pabbie's daughter, Bulda and her husband, Clint, they took me in as a kid," Kristoff explained, his attention focusing on the ground as he watched his step on the now pebbly terrain, unlike Anna, who paid no heed to her footing at all.
"Oh," Anna softly replied. Cautiously she asked, "Are your birth parent's still-Wahh!"
Anna let out a gasp as her foot got caught between two rocks. She flailed her arms wildly in the air, letting out a cry as she felt herself fall backwards. Kristoff spun around, reaching out for her.
Panickedly, Anna reached out for the first thing she could get her hands on to stable herself. She had hoped to grab onto Kristoff hand but instead her fingers missed, instead catching and wrapping around the long silver medallion hanging around his neck.
Snap!
Anna blinked, watching as the beads that made up his chain scattered through the air, the medallion still clutched in her hand. As she fell, her eyes meet his and for a horrible moment she saw fear flicker through those brown orbs.
But… why was he scared?
With a crash Anna fell to the ground onto her back. Wincing, she pushed herself up so she was sitting on her behind.
Elsa was immediately by her side, making sure she was alright. "Anna, you have to watch where you're going!"
"Owe. Lesson learnt," she moaned in self-pity. "Sorry for breaking your necklace, Kristoff."
Anna raised the medallion to eye level to get a better look at it. It was a circular disk with a full moon beautifully hand painted on to it. All around the edges where strange golden symbols that she couldn't understand.
Her eyes widened. She had seen something like this before, but where? It suddenly hit her like a bucket of cold water.
"This… this is a lycanthrope charm, but… why are you wearing-" Anna's words were cut of with a loud, snarling growl erupted from directly in front of her.
Anna looked up to see that the fog had lifted just enough so that the Moon's rays could finally penetrate through and bath down upon the trio. The moment it had Kristoff had hunched over, growling in pain.
Anna and Elsa watched in wide eyed fear as fur began to grow on all the visible parts of Kristoff's skin. He let out an unhuman like roar, grabbing his head with both hands and falling to his knees, his face hidden from view.
Slowly, his body grew in size, his clothes ripping and tearing at the seems, revealing his flesh to have been covered with light brown fur.
Another snarl escaped him and he wobbly rose to his feet which had transformed into the hind legs like that of a wolf. Slowly, he turned to face the girls. Gone was the handsome young man. His face was now that of a wolf with a long snout with a wet black nose and crimson red eyes. Atop his head were two furry ears, bent back as he growled at the two huntresses, his fur bristling.
"Uh… oh," Anna whispered. "He's a… He's a-"
"Werewolf!" Elsa gritted out, adrenaline surging through her.
Flinging off her backpack, Elsa retrieve her gun, fumbling around as quickly as she could to load it with silver bullets.
The silver bullets in Elsa's hand glistened in the moonlight and reflected back towards the wolf, drawing its attention to the elder huntress. It snarled through its teeth, saliva dripping to the ground, when it caught on to what she was doing.
"Elsa, he's coming!" Anna cried, pulling Elsa to her feet.
"Anna! Get behind me!"
The werewolf took a step forward, its clawed feet digging into the ground as it watched the hunters hungirly. It tossed it's head back, letting out a resounding howl that echoed loudly throughout the graveyard.
Elsa went to pull the trigger but immediately the werewolf heard the trigger click and charged at her. Anna let out a scream as Elsa pushed her out the way and fired the gun.
The beast leapt into the air, dodging the bullet.
"Anna! Get out of here, now!" Elsa shouted, taking aim again.
It was too late.
The werewolf rammed into Elsa, knocking the air out of her and sending her flying down the hill behind her. The gun with the silver bullets fell free from her hand and fell to the ground.
Elsa let out a cry as she tumbled uncontrollably down towards the bottom of the hill at a dizzying speed. Rocks, twigs and branches dug into her, scratching at her skin and tearing at her clothes as she fell.
Eventually she reached the bottom and with a groan of pain she pushed herself up. She took in her surroundings, but all the dark colours of the cemetery murked together in swirling disarray as her vision fogged over worse than before.
Groggily, she rose to her feet, staggering as she began to walk forward. Her head and body screamed in tormented agony at her, imploring her to stop and lie down.
Elsa refused to.
She had to get to Anna before the werewolf did.
She was so disoriented from whatever ill had overtaken her and her recent fall, however, that she couldn't make heads or tails of what way she was going and started heading off in the wrong direction.
As she stumbling her way forward, she grabbed onto any tombstone she passed by in order to retain her wavering balance. Pushing aside the drowsiness and pain that she was in, Elsa continued on, shouting out for her sister to answer her.
"Anna!" Elsa cried out. "Anna, please! Answer me!"
A harsh sob escaped her as an throbbing pain surged through her head. Tears rolling down her cheeks. She stopped for a moments rest, leaning back against a tombstone.
Taking in a deep breath, she tried to calm herself. With every moment she could feel her heart beat slow down and ever so slowly her vision improved, slightly. She closed her eyes, giving them a brief escape from the blurred lines whirling around her.
Crunch…crunch...crunch.
The sound of approaching footsteps caused Elsa's eyes to snap open. Acting on instinct, Elsa reached for one of the daggers in her boot, grasping onto it as her eyes tried to scan the surrounding light veil of mist.
Up ahead she could just make out a silhouetted figure, lounging against the side of a towering pillar. One of the person's arms was tucked into their trouser pocket while the other coyly twirled some type of flower between their fingers, having the flower hover just under their nose as they inhaled the sweet fragrance.
"Who are you?" Elsa demanded, shouting out to the figure.
"Forgetten me already? Why, you wound me fair maiden," the figure's smooth, honeyed voice cooed.
Elsa frowned, her dagger lowering. She knew that voice.
"J-Jackson?" Elsa stuttered, utterly stunned. "What… what are you doing here?"
"Just out for an evening stroll in my cemetery when I just so happened to come across your lovely self," he replied easily, a smirk evident in his voice.
"Your cemetery?" Elsa blinked. She shook her head, completely confused as to what was going on.
Jackson pushed himself off the tower and made his way out of the shadows and into the moonlight that washed over Elsa and the ground surrounding her. She could make him out far more clearly now.
He was dressed plain brown trousers, a white, ruffled shirt and a short brown cape tied at his neck draped over his shoulders. In his hand, he twirled a glowing blue rose.
'Brown cape and a long curving staff?' Elsa mumbled inwardly. Why was that striking a chord with her? Elsa cursed herself. If only she could think straight!
"The rose," Elsa said carefully, trying to fight through the splitting headache and fog clouding her mind. "The rose I received…it…it was from you, wasn't it?"
Jackson smirked, continuing to move forward.
"Stay back!" Elsa hissed, raising the dagger.
"There's nothing to be afraid of," Jackson replied smoothly, taking another cautious step towards her, hands held up. "You should know that I'd never hurt you."
Elsa frowned, confused by his words.
Another wave of dizziness attacked her, and this time Elsa's legs gave way and she collapsed to the ground onto her knees.
"Seems like the potion's finally taking its full effect," Jackson mused, walking over to kneel beside her.
Elsa was too weak to threaten him with her weapon, barely managing to push herself away so she was leaning into the tombstone in a vain attempt to get as far away from the man as possible.
There was a dangerously dark aura around this man, one that screamed to her senses to run.
If only she could.
It was then something caught her attention, something so horrifying that it shook her entire being to the core. He was smiling at her, a wide toothy grin. But that frightfully charming smile wasn't what scared her.
It had only occurred for a second, but it had just been long enough for Elsa to see it.
The moonlight had revealed him for what he was, for captured within the Moon's rays for just a tiny flicker of a second, Elsa was able to catch a glimpse of two, sharp, pointed teeth extended from the roof of Jackson's mouth.
"You're a vampire," Elsa spat venomously with what little strength she could.
Jackson smiled, tilting his head as he caught Elsa by the chin, pulling her face close to his.
"Just a vampire?" he breathed softly.
It was like the dawn of a ghastly nightmare. Instantly everything clicked into place. Elsa strained to keep her eyes open, fighting back against the darkness that threatened to overtake her at any second.
Her eyes meet with his icy blue eyes…one could almost say there were as cold and forlorning as a glacier.
"You're him, aren't you?" Elsa whispered with a heavy breath. "You're 'Jack Frost'!"
"Bingo," Jack grinned, tapping her nose playfully with his free hand.
"No… you… you tricked-" Elsa mumbled as darkness finally overwhelmed her and she fell into a dark, restless slumber.
Jack smirked, letting go of her chin and gently caressing her face with the rose. Dropping the flower to the ground, he used his free hand to tuck a stray lock of hair that had fallen loose from her ponytail behind her ear.
Gently, he took her arm, throwing it over his shoulder before picking her up in his arms bridal style. He looked down at her with a tender gaze.
"Now let the games commence, my love."
(A/N) Hmmmm so what did you think? How do you all feel about Kristoff being a werewolf? And now that Jack has Elsa what are your theories on what's going to happen? I'd love to hear them!
To clear some things up the drink Jack gave Elsa was what caused her to start feeling ill and eve eventually collapse. xx
Time for the reviews;
angeldragonqueen: I'm glad you were intrigued ;)
: Me alegro de que haya disfrutado el primer capítulo. Espero te haya gustado este capítulo también.¡gracias xx
WickedgreenPhantom: Thank you for your reveiw. And I guess we'll have to wait and find out. You were bang on with the rose though ^_- xx
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BCXBUTCH: Lol thank you! And dont worry. Elsa will defientely being some serious ass kicking in the next chapter if all goes well. xx
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Lavenian: Hello Levenian :D Thank you. A fellow jelsa shipper had pointed out that there wasn't any jelsa vampire AU's which is odd as usually there's always at least one vampire fic in any fandom. So I jumped straight on the band wagon and decided to make one. I'm glad you lied it though. xx
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Dianne: ;) We'll have to wait and see just what kind of match Jack was referring to lol xx And dont worry, I wont abaond teh sotry. Just takes a while to update due to college and work, I'm afraid xx
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HopelessRomantic183: I'm really happy you liekd the opening. Hopefully you liked this chapter and future chapters to come. And yeah I did make it a tad obvious Weaselton wasnt quite as noble as he make out to be lol xx But intresting theory you have there. I guess we'll just have to wiat and see what plans Jack has instore for Elsa. I
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