Hey! So, I have three things to say: I'm not getting as much reviews as I hoped, and I really like to know what you guys think about the story, it helps motivate me to write even more and update faster! I don't know if all my readers from We Are One know the sequel's up, but if you reviewed last time, please review again!
Also, I notice I made a mistake! I had Sabrina's Parents not wake up at the end of the last story! I'm so sorry! I know, when I started We Are One they were awake- but I need them to still be a sleep! Please forgive me!
Lastly, we have midterms this week, and I'll still update, but not next week because I have plans so this chapter will be extra-long! Enjoy!
PPOV:
Sabrina lay in front of Puck once again. This time with the whole family clustered around the small cabin.
"Do I really have to do this? Just because we're forced to get married to protect you people from rouges does not mean we need to kiss!" he shuddered. "What kind of adult role models are you people? Forcing a little boy to kiss a girl? Despicable." Puck crossed his arms over his chest defiantly.
"Puck, dear. You are virtually almost fifteen, I am afraid you are not a little boy anymore." Relda shuffled over to the boy and placed a motherly hand upon his shoulder. It was marked with crisscrossed lines that signified her growing age, just like her face. The only difference was the tired wariness in the old lady's eyes. She wasn't looking at Puck, but at her eldest granddaughter who'd been unconscious for nearly a week now. They'd tried everything from spells, to a variation of Jake's magical objects and potions, to just slapping her across the face. The old lady hadn't approved of the last option, but they were desperate.
Now, they were out of options and, despite the fairy boy's protests, were now using their special weapon- Puck's kiss. They'd considered it at first, but Puck had absolutely refused. So now that he was the last option, it had to work. True love's kiss was the most powerful force on earth! Right?
"Go on." Relda's hand slipped from Puck's shoulder and she stepped back.
"Fine." Puck looked down at Sabrina, his hands shaking. What if she didn't really love him? The kiss wouldn't work, and she wouldn't wake up. He'd fail everybody, especially himself. And you can't fail the Trickster King.
This better work, Grimm. You're getting your third kiss from me, you're one lucky almost-princess. He sighed and leaned down. As his lips connected with the Sabrina's, his eyes fluttered shut when images began to float through his head. There was Mirror (which made him disgusted- well, as disgusted as he could be while kissing Sabrina) standing over him, then a woman with sleek black hair and a purple dress seemed to attack, but he only felt sadness and longing, next thing he knew, there were stuttered images of the scarlet hand's army, inside the HQ, pieces of mirror's speech, and the roar of angry chants.
Then, it was all gone; every spare emotion, flash of images, echo of nonexistent sound disappeared as his lips lifted from the Sabrina's and his eyes flew open. Puck looked down at the sleeping girl with large green eyes, she hadn't moved, not even a twitch of her eyes. His heart clenched as he noticed what had just happened. There was still a part of the connection left between them.
In Scarlet Hand HQ:
Mirror paced back and forth in his room within the headquarters. Sabrina should have been back by then. She should have been back within seconds after killing Relda. Those were her orders.
"Oh, stop pacing! It's not good for the soul." Mirror stopped abruptly and turned his head to stare at Maleficent, who'd been sitting in one of his couches with a magazine named "Keeping Fit, Stylish, and downright Evil" clutched in her claws.
"The girl, she should have returned by now. She should have returned and Relda should be dead. From what I've heard, there has been no evident chink made in the armor of Charming's camp. Her orders were clear, simple. It's been a week- she should be back!" he glared at her as a high pitched and judging laugh escaped her thin blood red lips.
"Be careful, Master. Somebody might start to believe that you have grown to care for a Grimm." She examined her nails and dropped the magazine on the couch seat below her upraised knees.
"I don't care for the girl. I care that she was our only way to kill the Grimms with an element of surprise!" he retorted. Maleficent snickered and swept out of the room, leaving Mirror alone with steam seeping from his ears.
Mirror stomped over to the small mirror hung in the corner of his room. He placed his hand on its surface and rehearsed a rhyme that showed him an image of the eldest Grimm sister. The view of her within a cabin surrounded by her family appeared in the glass surface. The fairy boy sat beside the girl with anticipating and hopeful eyes. He looked flushed and confused as he stared down at his little fiancé.
Mirror rolled his eyes at the touchiness of the scene. She was supposed to kill Relda, not make her cry out of worry! Either way he was still capable of coming up on top. It'd be better to have her gain trust again. He could still have his element of surprise. After all, it was proof that she hadn't woken up yet that he still held control over her. It was perfect. Now, he held two puppets under his command within the charming camp, the only difference between the two were that Sabrina was the heart of the Grimms and he could control her every action while the other could only be his ears and ears alone.
"Wake up, but don't say a thing. You are not to inform anybody or anything about your past two week within the Scarlet hand headquarters, or my control over you, or the reason you were in a coma. You are to make believe that stupid boy's kiss woke you up. Now go, and do not act out of character until I tell you so."
With his command still lingering in the air, the mirror went blank and reflected his own pudgy face. He'd changed. Once, he was caring of the Grimms, he only wanted freedom. Now, he resented the Grimms, hated how oblivious they were to how he had felt all along, despised how they came and went from his room, using him like a magical book. What was his heart was now covered in a thick layer of ice and revenge.
PPOV:
There was a second of silence as the whole family stared at Sabrina. Then, her eyes flew open and she sat up abruptly, almost hitting her head on Puck's. Daphne squealed and threw herself onto her sister. Sabrina stared at her sister in horror at first. Her hand came shakily to touch Daphne's hair, as if to make sure she was real, and then the horror washed away. Sabrina sighed and hugged Daphne back, but something seemed off to Puck. While Sabrina should be relieved that Daphne was there, Puck could see the sadness and anger in her eyes.
"Finally! Grimm, do you know how many meals they've made me skip to watch you? I only had five meals yesterday! Five!" Puck stood up with his fists on his hips, grinning down at Sabrina.
"You were the one who hit me in the head, dog breath!" She countered, but a small smile played on the corner of her lips.
"Psh! Be glad you don't have a mustache this time." He folded his arms across his chest. "Of course, you'd look a lot better with one."
"Leiblings! Really, do you need to fight once she wakes up?" Relda shook her head and went to brush her hand over her granddaughter's forehead. Instead, when her grandmother's fingers came in contact with her skin, Sabrina flinched away. Granny Relda frowned, hurt. "Are you alright leibling?"
"Y-yes. I'm fine. Can I get a glass of water?" Sabrina looked down at the blanket.
"Of course." The old lady nodded and walked out of the cabin, looking back at her granddaughter with worried eyes.
"Hey 'brina, get a good week's sleep?" Uncle Jake smiled.
"A week! It's been a week?" her eye's widened.
"Yep. We were so worried." Daphne cried and attacked her sister with another hug.
"We are glad that you are awake." Came Canis' gravelly voice from the corner with Red. Sabrina nodded and turned to Puck.
"Our-" Puck knew what she was going to say.
"I know, I felt it. It's gone." He shrugged as if it didn't matter and he saw hurt flash in her eyes. "At least I don't have that girly tattoo anymore." Puck sighed. He didn't know why he said that. He didn't want to be disconnected with her, he actually kinda liked it before. She rolled her eyes and glared at him. Her wings unfolded from her back and began two flutter with anger.
"Yeah, I don't need to hear your annoying voice in my head anymore." She sneered. It was Puck's turn for his wings two escape and beat furiously. A high wind started to build in the room.
"Stop!" Daphne, who'd been glaring back and forth between the two, shouted and stood up to act as their barrier. There was nothing but the sound of vibrating wings as the two teenagers glared over the little girl's head.
I can't believe Ugly's arguing with me after I just woke her up. She should by groveling at my feet and begging for another kiss… Not that I want to kiss her again. Ew!
Puck sighed and sat down in the stool again. "Can one of you peasants get me a sandwich already?"
SPOV:
"All you can think about is food. You don't care about anything but yourself and food. That's it!" I spat. I'd been kidnapped by Mirror, cursed by the witch who'd made my uncle's girlfriend's life a living hell, put under mind control and stripped of free will, and forced to almost kill my grandmother. I'd even hinted at it before Puck knocked me unconscious, and here he was demanding food. He just couldn't go a single second caring about anybody else but himself- I bet he'd curl up in a ball and start to cry if he had to.
"That's not true! I-" Puck stopped himself. I continued to glare daggers into him. I wish we still had the connection so he could understand how stupid he was being. I wish he could still here my thoughts because that was the only part of me that wasn't controlled by Mirror.
"You what?" I crossed my arms and looked him dead in the eye. If he heard my thoughts it'd be easier to offend him without letting Daphne hear, too.
"I care!" his face twisted with confusion and indecision. I could see his wings beat harder and felt my hair start to whip at my face.
"Oh yeah? Name three things you care about other than yourself and food!" I challenged, my chin lifting slightly.
"I… care about my chimps, and dirt, and…" he looked at me weirdly for a second, as if deciding whether to dump something on me or not. "Trees... I care about trees."
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