Being around for 300 years Jack Frost had seen some pretty epic things in his life but this scene by far took the cake.
The gleam that he saw earlier came from a strange man walking towards Cupid. Judging by the dart gun in the strange man's hands he figured they both had the same target.
As the dance ended Mr. man as jack decided to call him came up behind Cupid and pointed his gun at her back. "Come with me," he whispered in her ear and started to drag her away from the party. What happened next really threw Jack for a loop.
One minute he was watching his future lover being dragged away then the next Cupid turned on Mr. man and kicked him right up the face (yes you heard me UP the face. Think f it as an uppercut with her foot) and took off through the crowd of people that had gathered to watch. Only Jack's keen eye saw his betrothed (chosen mate) disappear behind a tree. She literally vanished. A trick she had perfected over the last few centuries. Jack knew that parlor trick only too well as he'd used it himself on occasion. But he wasn't about to let Cupid get away from him that easily. He watched the tuxedo-clad agent compose himself and report the blunder to his superiors through a walkie-talkie.
Jack looked into the mirrored disco-ball. Just as he suspected, it reflected a rose colored hue behind the DJ booth. "Two can play this game," he whispered as he turned into and cool mist and went after her.
Cupids P.O.V.
When she finally landed in a meadow a safe distance away from the prom Cupid changed back to her spirit form. Instead of a tattoo she had beautiful silver wings that looked as if they were glowing in the moonlight, and her prom dress changed from the green dress into an outfit that consisted of simple kaki short shorts, a red silk tube-top with white dragons on it, and a beautiful silver hoop earring to top it off. The tie holding her bun together disappeared and her pink locks tumbled down to her mid-back like a waterfall. Enjoying the fact that she got away from the secret service agent so easily Cupid let out a loud, "HELL YEAH" and did a fist pump. Her excitement was cut short when a cold arm wrapped itself around her waist and a low husky voice whispered a, "guess who" in her ear. As she was turned around to face this new enemy the next words to leave her mouth was a very flabbergasted, "oooooh shit"
"You!" she shouted. Being more angry than afraid Cupid didn't miss a beat. "What are you doing here?"
Cupid backed away from Jack keeping her eyes on his every move while she planned her escape route. "I'm not going to let you take me away and try to enslave me to a life of wedded misery. I have plans you know, and they don't include you Jack Frost.
"Whoa there!" said Jack, grabbing her arm in effort to keep her from leaving "It's ok I only want to talk" Cupid wretched her arm away from Jack. " Just want to talk my disappearing, form changing butt," she said, (come on we all know he wasn't planning on just talking to her.) "Now if you don't mind I have lots more places to go. Gotta spread the love," she added turning to run. And in an instant she was gone.
Jacks POV
Jack smiled, thinking of the tracking device he'd planted on her. She may hate him now, but she'd thank him for it later.
He knew Cupid was smart and fast; he'd just have to stay one step ahead playing faster and smarter. Judging from her defense tactics she could defiantly take care of herself in most situations, but, most, wasn't going to be good enough for this one.
Jack pulled a small globe out of his pocket. This globe was very similar to the one at the pole, but unlike North's this globe only showed one glowing pink dot headed for Paris. "Of course she'd be headed for the city of love," he said to himself and shot into the air.
UNKNOWN
He had seen it all, the prom, the agent, Jack, and the fear that passed through Cupids eyes at the sight of him. This was all to good.
Silenty plotting to himself the man sat on a nearby rock and looked at the moon.
Now to cupid
Cupid promised herself she wouldn't let Jack, the Secret Service, or anyone get that close to her again.
She celebrated her escape with the promise to connect six new couples before midnight.
" I love Paris!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. Hmmm, now who's first? The skinny guy wearing a skullcap with the super model, or the café waiter with the street artist? Cupid pointed her arrow and let it fly.
