Chapter 3

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Flashback: 897 A.D.

Jack looked himself over. His robes were aligned. His hair was as messy as ever. His teeth shone brightly. He was ready. A knock sounded on the door. Pitch entered with a glass of wine in his hands and one for Jack.

"Are you ready, my friend?" Pitch roared loudly, clanking their glasses together. Jack smiled brightly and took a sip.

"Definitely ready."

"More like ready to finally bed that maiden," Pitch snorted. Jack rolled his eyes and walked towards the grand hall, waiting for his bride. Pitch always made fun of him for not making love to his fiancée, but Jack never minded. It just reminded him of their love and devotion to each other, so strong it didn't even need the physical side to it. Their love would and could never break. He heard footsteps coming from the opposite corridor and turned around to finally catch sight of his beautiful fiancée.

"You look stunning," Jack breathed.

"Don't I always?" She teased, making her way confidently to Jack's side.

"I love you," Jack squeezed her hand, giving her a short kiss on the cheek. He really did love her. He was whipped, head over heels in love with Jamie.

. . .

Jack and Elsa stared each other down. She was suspicious and it looked like Jack was annoyed. He was annoyed with her. He didn't have the right to be annoyed with her, but it made sense almost. If he showed anything from the past two nights it was that he was beyond impatient.

"Let's go. We can walk from here." Elsa breathed a sigh of relief. He offered her a hand to help get up but she refused. As they walked down the hill, the castle came into view. It wasn't just any castle, either. It was huge, made all of various stones. She couldn't even begin to make out the separate rooms. Elsa forced herself not to gasp. At least she would be living somewhere nice. Jack noticed the look in her eyes. "It will be confusing for a couple days, but you'll get to know it. We don't have that many servants, but you can always ask the ones you see. Or just call out to one of us. We can hear you for miles."

Elsa shuddered, remembering just whom exactly she was with. She glanced at him with confusion. "You speak like I'm a guest," she snorted, wrapping her arms around her cold body.

"You are," Jack explained. "For starters, you are my bride-to-be, not my prisoner. Secondly, you and I both know if you try to escape, I could easily catch you if I wanted." Elsa's shoulders dropped. She didn't understand what was so important about being his bride. He had absolutely no morals. She figured he would just take her then, not caring of the sin.

"When's the big day?" She muttered rhetorically. Jack smirked and gave a small chuckle.

"Never."

. . .

Jack knew she was scared, but he didn't know she was this scared. The door had been locked for thirty minutes now, ever since he showed her the room. He debated breaking her door down but decided against it if he ever wanted to make a good impression on her.

"Food's out here so come out whenever you feel hungry," he yelled before walking off to the kitchen. Everyone was waiting in the kitchen in hopes to meet Elsa. He came in and shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "She's stubborn."

"It's not very smart to leave her alone in this place, Jack. Are you planning on abandoning all your responsibilities to protect her from us?" Tooth asked with attitude. Jack slowly turned his head to look at her with a frown. That was out of the question.

"Are you saying you're too weak to live with a human?" He hissed, slamming his hand down on the table. "I can easily make that change." Tooth glared but shut her mouth, looking down at her hands. "Nobody touches Elsa. If I catch anyone of you even feeding near here, you'll be locked in the starving chamber. Got it?"

"Just make sure you don't kill her," Shira snorted. "You are known to have anger flashes." She meant it as a joke and Jack just shook it off.

"What are you going to do when she gets annoying? Snap her neck too?" Bunny remarked. Jack just rolled his eyes.

"What her point here? There are no ruling troubles?" North asked, his Russian accent still heavy over hundreds of years. Jack shook his head. He hated to admit it, but he had grown bored over the last couple of years. No, he grew bored after his second hundred years spent as a vampire. Power didn't warrant as much fun as it cracked up to be. He figured with a human around, some drama would arise. Human were notorious for their dramatic lives.

"I like her," Jack left it at that. Eyes all stared at him, seeing if he was okay. Every couple year or so, one of them would develop a crush on a human. Shira only had one. Bunny had three, topping off the record. North had one, but it was more that he was concerned for her health, less that he was physically attracted to her. That one Jack had liked. Tooth claimed to have fallen in love at least three times, but Jack wondered if one of them was genuine. Instead of spending his life time with him, Tooth would parade the man around for a couple of years and make a big scene about how it would never work out since she didn't age. Pitch brought home whores. He didn't fall in love. Never had, never would.

Jack, on the other hand, never brought one girl home. Sure, he slept around every couple of years or months, but he never once brought her home for a repeated trial. Here he was, claiming to have a crush on a girl and nobody believed him. "Honestly, I do. You'll like her, too. Her personality is wild."

"She's a real eye catcher," Pitch shrugged and leaned back in his chair. Jack kicked him in the balls.

"And she's off limits." He growled. Pitch groaned and nodded, falling to the ground. Their friendship was different. There was a creaking of the door in the distance. Jack grinned and dashed out of the kitchen. He met Elsa by the door just as she was closing it. Elsa jumped.

"C-can I get a glass of water?" She looked, slightly frightened, into his eyes. This had to stop. He couldn't take her constant suspicions over what he was going to do to her. Jack groaned and opened the door, gesturing to her bed. Elsa's eyes widened in fear. In less than five seconds, he went in the kitchen, got a glass of water, and came back out. She was still frozen in fear.

He tugged her to the bed and sat a noticeable distance away. Jack could hear her heart thundering a thousand beats per minutes. He rolled his eyes. "Elsa, if I wanted to rape you, I'd have done that already."

"I-," she stuttered.

"I suppose I should explain. You aren't here to be a whore. If I wanted that, I'd have asked Pitch," Jack sighed. He could hear him grumbling at Jack in the other room.

"If I'm not going to ever be your wife, what am I here for?" Elsa shuddered, not understanding at all. Jack sighed and scooted closer. He hated the wandering ears.

"I like you, Elsa. I want you, and I always get what I want." Jack looked her over once again. He noticed how she kept wincing every couple of seconds. "I've been around for hundreds of years. You are the first and only human who's sparked a fire inside of me."

"So he does want to fuck her," Bunny snickered in the kitchen. Jack groaned and spoke at a lower tone.

"What?" Elsa was just plain confused.

"I saw you that night. You were bored stiff. Your parents treated you horribly. You obviously hated the throne. I decided to relieve you of your agony," Jack tried another reason. There were many reasons he brought her here. One of his most pressing desires was that he wanted her. However, it didn't seem like he'd be getting her any time soon. "I considered letting you refuse my hand. I did, but your parents were cruel, silencing you because why?"

Elsa's eyes narrowed. He picked up on that little bit of information so quickly. "Because women are supposed to be submissive," she repeated that phrase she had heard all her life.

Jack spat. "No, they aren't. You especially deserve better," Jack said.

"So living with murderers is better?" Elsa whispered. "I have a sister. She will be devastated when she returns! I wasn't bored with her around."

Jack had checked on that little detail. Her sister was on her honeymoon and heavily pregnant. Obviously, she had other problems. "Your sister won't live with you when she returns, Elsa. She will live in his home, with his family, with her own life. And the murdering part isn't exactly a choice," he was growing angry. He could definitely tell, but this girl had no respect for what he was.

Elsa snarled, "I've read books, about you in particular, Jack the Ripper! You live to kill, it excites you." Jack frowned. He wanted ahold of that book. If they were just describing somebody else, that would be disappointing.

"That sounds like Pitch." Jack hissed. "My kills are accidents."

"Last night?"

They were at a stand still. There was no way she could even begin to understand. Jack knew she had to be filled in on every detail of his new life if she wanted to get it. At the moment, he didn't have the patience to explain, though.

The door opened. He supposed his friends were very curious. Jack stood, exhaling loudly. "Guys, meet Elsa. Elsa, meet them. They are your new housemates."

. . .

Elsa didn't enjoy being in one vampire's company, but at least he had verbally said he didn't want to hurt her. Obviously, she didn't trust that assumption, but it was better than it not being said. Then in walked five other vampires? She scrambled back on the bed as much as the horrid belt she wore would allow. Jack introduced her and left! He left! As much as she hated that monster, she at least had spoken to him!

The one she recognized - who threw the baby – stepped forward, extending a hand. Elsa fell off the bed.

"You monster!" Elsa hissed, jabbing a finger in his direction. "You tortured that newborn! That baby did nothing and you mutilated it and killed it an-and…"

Elsa found herself not being able to breathe again. Her breath was coming in short gasps, but no air flowed through her lungs. She clutched her throat focusing on getting oxygen through her body. A cool hand was pressed to her forehead and another on her back. "In and out," a voice said. She looked up into the chocolate eyes of a tall man. He was crouching in front of her. This guy had a scruffy beard and mustache in a handsome way. His square jaw outlined by his brown hair that met under his straight, pointed nose. "Just breathe. You are okay, sweetheart."

Elsa kept her eyes locked on his. Slowly, she was able to catch her breath. "T-thanks." She muttered, clutching her head in her hands. She really needed to get a grip on her fear and tuck it away.

"I'm E. Aster Bunnymud, but you can call me Bunnymund," he shook her hand with a grip.

"Or just Bunny," a shrill voice peeped from behind the figure. She craned her neck and saw a whirlwind of colors. Her hair and eyes were both multicolored, like rainbow colored. Elsa didn't know how either of that was possible. Her clothes were bright and colored as well. Elsa was lucky to get a dull blue dress, let alone a…what would she call that color? It reminded her of an altered red. Lighter, but there was less red and more…yellow? She didn't know. "I'm Tooth." She was a hyper one, taking Elsa's hand straight from her lap.

"What is that?" She pointed at the girl's dress. Tooth looked to be offended. To her left, another girl groaned, making a motion to shut up.

"It's pink! Nobody knows what this color is!" She huffed and began to pace, fuming. Elsa's eyes were wide. The other girl mentioned stepped up.

"Forget her," she huffed. "I'm Shira." She didn't offer her hand so neither did Elsa. Shira had a tan complexion with amber hair that darkened at the root of her head. Her eyes were brown and determined. She had a curvy figure with a huge butt and decent sized boobs. Her face was long almost but a fierce beautiful.

"She doesn't want to see your shit-face," Bunny shoved Shira out of the way. Her eyes went aflame, glaring harshly at the man who was so much taller than her, but she bit her tongue.

"Hallo young lady," a big, burly guy stepped forward. He was ripped for such an old man, with marking all along his arms. If he just had a potbelly she would have sworn he looked like Saint Nick. "I am North. And we are the Jinx."

"Jinx?" Elsa asked, breathless again at this group of diverse people.

The murderous monster stepped forward again. She didn't know what to call him. "The six vampires who lead the realm? The feared one? The cold ones? Ever heard of any of those?"

Shira remarked, "Jack named us the Jinx a while back. Ask him why, he won't explain it to us." Elsa frowned. They spoke of Jack like he called the shots. She supposed he wasn't lying when he said he was the vampire king.

"Who's he?" Elsa gulped, barely managing the sentence without vomiting at the memory.

"He," Shira jabbed a finger into his side, "is a soon-to-be in trouble Pitch. Mutilated? Tortured?" She shook her head, stepping closer and closer to him. "Jack won't like that."

Pitch glared the girl down, but she didn't budge. "She was delusional."

"I find that fucking hard to believe," Shira suddenly tackled the man, sending both of them flying through the window. Elsa gasped, crawling to check on them. They were both fine, still brawling it out. She clamped a hand over her mouth; sure flies would enter soon. Shira and Pitch just fell out a window three stories down almost without so much as a scratch!

She fainted.

. . .

Jack paced in front of the six of them. His frustration kept growing. They were with her for less than five minutes and managed to scare her half to death. The news about Pitch wasn't surprising. He didn't try to lie very hard. Jack would never understand that man's sadistic behavior, or, possibly worse, why he allowed it to continue.

"We're going to give Elsa some space. North, Bunny…" Jack nodded to them. They knew what that meant. In a matter of second, they had Pitch pinned to the ground. Jack crouched in front of his face. "It's gone too far, Pitch. A baby? I gave direct orders. The starving chamber may straighten you out." Pitch protested, but Jack drove a stake through his heart. North hefted the man onto his shoulders and headed off the direction of the chamber. Jack didn't think anything of it.

"Wait! North-," Shira called, running down the hall. It was too late. Jack heard Elsa shriek once again. He growled and jogged in her direction along with Shira and Bunny. Tooth pranced off and North kept hauling Pitch away.

When they found her, she was bent over at the waist, holding her hair back, expecting vomit to find its way up her throat. She was pleasantly surprised to only dry heave. The three stood awaiting her scorn. Finally, she spat once more to the ground and looked wearily at them, swaying only slightly.

"Did we feed her?" Shira whispered.

"How often do they eat again?" Bunny responded.

"All the time," Shira groaned.

"How long can they go?"

"Not long. A couple weeks if she's lucky?"

"Water?"

"Even less time. Hours."

Jack cleared his throat at the two whispering schoolmates. They straightened up, looking at him for a command, bashful. "Thanks for the trivia," Elsa mumbled, resting her head on the wall. "But I'm not a pet. I just…forgot to eat."

Jack snorted. "Come with me." He began a brisk walk down the hall. "We have small snacks in the kitchen for when we get bored. You'll need a real meal."

"Where is that?" Elsa inquired, grabbing a slice of bread and gnawing on it slowly.

Jack led her into the courtyard where a carriage was brought up. He could tell Elsa was surprised. Again, he saw she thought herself to be a prisoner. "A little ways into town there's a pub. They cook as well." He saw no recognition in her eyes. "A bar?"

"Oh," Elsa sighed. She climbed inside the carriage delicately, nearly slipping. He sat on the opposite bench as her, studying the way she ate and looked out the window, gazing anywhere but him.

"Why are you not curious?" Jack asked. He figured when he took her in he'd have to spend hours dodging her questions. After all, the official term her dad had used was a spy, but that was just so he couldn't sound like the monster he was.

"I have no interest in defending my home anymore." Elsa said snootily, glaring at him again. "You murdered half of the people, anyhow." Jack groaned and fell back to the seat rest.

"It's always something to do with that," he hissed, shaking his head. Now was as good a time as any. "Incase you didn't notice, most of the dead were pulled from their graves. We brought them in to scare you, to make the death count higher. Sure, we did kill many, but not nearly as much as you think."

Elsa obviously didn't believe him. He shrugged, feigning not to care. In reality, it annoyed the piss out of him. "Like I said, I'm not spying. Besides, I know most of it already." Now that intrigued him. He studied her defiant expression curiously. This girl had tricks up her sleeve.

"Do you?" He asked as the carriage stopped. She nodded and began to climb out. Jack beat her to it without her notice, helping her down quickly. When she saw his hand, she looked behind her and to him again. She would definitely get whiplash. "Or did you forget my speed?"

Elsa snarled and looked away. They entered the grimy pub full of mostly men. Everyone stopped and stared silently at Jack before bowing to him. "What, no kneeling?" Elsa muttered. Jack laughed obnoxiously loud and led her through the crowd to a back table meant for two.

He hopped on a chair, gaining full attention. "Everyone, this is Princess Elsa of Arendelle, my future bride. Lay a finger on her and you won't keep it." Immediately, they all looked away. Elsa blushed, not knowing what to say to that. Jack chuckled. "Kneeling is a sign of divine right, my dear. And that I certainly do not have."

Elsa didn't expect that answer. She blinked. "I suppose that's right, considering you are damned." Jack's eyes hardened. That was the second time she's said that. He stood, pointing a finger in her face.

"I'm not damned," he snarled. Elsa jumped back a bit in surprise. Taking a deep breath, Jack ventured to the bar for drinks and ordered some food for her. She was looking at her hands when he got back.

"Oh, I don't drink," Elsa said, looking up at him honestly. Jack barked with laughter and shoved the drink in her face. She eyed it suspiciously.

"You've never drank or your parents never let you?" Jack said, offering her the drink again. Elsa gulped but shook her head. "So, tell me all about my powers, miss know it all. What are my weaknesses, strengths?"

Elsa took a deep breath, frowning slightly. "You're not funny."

Jack huffed, reaching for Elsa's hand. He was getting tired of the prisoner act fast. "Elsa, what have I done to you to make you think I'd hurt you?"

Elsa scrunched her eyebrows, swirling her drink around, probably debating on whether or not to drink it. "Nothing. But you did hurt so many other people. Jack, you raped them!" His eyes grew wide in shock. Some eyes shifted their way and he pressed a finger to her lips.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Jack whisper-screamed. Elsa shuddered.

"That second night so many women were left compared to men. I asked four women, Jack. So no, I will never be comfortable around a rapist!" She walked up to the bar and got herself water. Jack groaned, rubbing his temples. Did Pitch want him to die alone? Well, he couldn't die, but that was only worse.

"Elsa, no, that wasn't me," he explained, begging her to for once just believe him. "It had to have been Pitch. He's-,"

"He is horrible. I thought you are the king! Do something," she insisted, grabbing his arms and digging her nails into his skin. He was decently surprised she was even touching him.

"I am." He snapped at her. Finally the men brought out her food. Jack couldn't have been happier. She dug in slowly, hesitant of the food. "I can get a servant to start cooking regular meals for us."

"Yeah, that'd be best," Elsa gagged, nearly puking out the meat-looking soup. She shook her head and shoved it away. "What now?"

Jack shrugged and leaned back. "What do you do?" He had a steady routine going. Most weekdays he would solve peasants' problems. Elsa opened her mouth to answer but came up dry. Jack nodded. "You must have had loads of suitors, huh?"

"Ugh!" Elsa stomped off, thoroughly pissed off. Well, he tried.

A/N: I love, love, love the reviews! So many! To Fenrir Wylde Razgriz: I don't think I understand. Are you mad or telling me to be more…sassy? Lol. And BloodJewel, yes there will be Anna. I just haven't figured out when and how she's coming in.

So you all met Shira? Can anyone tell me what movie I got her from? Anyone at all? Tell me any guess.