And here you thought this story was all sunshine and rainbow-pooping unicorns...
Christy wasn't afraid of ghosts… well, not anymore. As part of her duty within the world, she was supposed to seek those spirits ready to move on from this world and either offer them salvation or damnation. Lady Death had spoken to her when she had first become a spirit, teaching her all the ins and outs of her job. It was the main reason Christy had to fall into that deep meditation so she could communicate with the spirits ready to pass over. This helped her look them over thoroughly and judge where they would be sent. At the moment, she had just finished saving three spirits and was about to move on to her last one when she heard the soft grass shift a few feet away from her. Cracking an eye open, she turned around and found the Easter Bunny standing a few feet away from where she was sitting. She took a deep breath before opening both eyes.
"I'm almost done… Just hang on a sec…" Going back into her meditation, Christy held back a growl as she skimmed over the spirit's virtues and sins. She felt the spirit begin to take the form of a gray mist in front of her. The black and white Pooka put an arm out, stopping the other from moving forward when she heard the grass crunching behind her.
"Stay over there…" She muttered quietly. "I'm doing something…" Turning her attention back to the spirit, Christy wrinkled her nose in disgust before pulling an iron cross off her necklace of many others. Before Bunnymund could question what she was doing, she flipped it around in her paw and slashed the mist in front of her with the longer end of the cross. She didn't even blink at the screams of agony the mist emanated as it seemed to burn away into nothing. Replacing the cross back on her necklace, Christy shook her head and shoulders a bit before standing up and facing a terrified Bunnymund.
"Wha… What the bloody 'ell was that?!" he stuttered as he pressed himself against a mausoleum wall. Sighing sadly, the female Pooka pulled herself up to stand before dusting off some grass blades that stuck to her fur.
"Just doin' my job, Bunnymund…" She answered casually. "… You do know my job, right?"
"Not… really…" He stuttered, still keeping his stance against the wall. Sighing, Christy walked over and leaned against the wall next to him, gently patting his arm to calm him down.
"Ash Wednesday is a day of forgiveness; where everyone reflects on the bad they've done and vow to be better people… Some people unfortunately don't get that chance… So I help Lady Death with the souls that wander the earth… it's a supernatural population control, if you will…" noticing he was still pressed against the wall, she poked him hard in the ribs, making him squawk oddly as he flailed away from her. Regaining his composure, Bunnymund glared at her. Christy paid no heed to it and inspected her nails.
"I fall into that deep meditation so I can read spirits clearly. From what I get from them, I get the information to either save them and send them to Paradiso or condemn them into the Inferno… What you just saw was a damnation…" She added, fiddling with the iron cross on her neck she used moments prior. "It's not the most glamorous job, nor the nicest, but someone has to do it…"
"So…" Bunnymund started, "You do this every day?" She shook her head as she began to make her way out of the cemetery.
"No; there are times where I do this several days in a row, but not every single day… Lady Death will call me, and I'll go do what she tells me. So… what did you come here for?" she asked, looking up at the sky once they were out of the cemetery.
"Well, it's Sunday, and you know how North wants us all there at a certain time before he panics…" He muttered, looking over to her.
"Oh yeah… I almost forgot… and it's been two weeks… wonder what this meeting's about…" She wandered aloud, scratching the back of her folded ear.
"Yeah… I'm as clueless as you are…" He added, and Christy noticed the rather sad tone in his voice. Furrowing her brows in confusion, the white Pooka turned to look at him.
"Are… you okay there, dude? Don't cry, Emo kid…" She muttered, smiling when he glared at her. He shook his head.
"It's nothin', dear. Let's get going…" He muttered before summoning a rabbit hole for both of them. She just shrugged and followed him.
"Christy dear, what are you doing in here?" Tooth asked as she fluttered close to the black and white Pooka. Christy arched a brow as she pulled her fifth batch of cookies from the oven.
"I'm baking… Just like I do every Sunday…" She answered curtly as she began to scoop out the cookies and place them onto a cooling rack. Tooth giggled, shaking her head as she helped Christy scoop out the cookies.
"I know, Christy, but we have a meeting!" The Tooth Fairy said, pulling at the other's arm once they were done.
"Alright, alright… I'll see you in a bit…" Christy replied, pulling away from Tooth's vice-like grip and walking towards the pantry. Tooth shrugged and made her way out to the dining room. As usual, Christy went over and took her spot at the farthest corner of the table until North practically forced her to sit closer. She took her seat next to Jack, seeing as he was her closest friend there and they always talked to each other. Setting her potato chips down in front of her, she went back to the kitchen and brought back a lime, Worchester sauce, and Valentina sauce. Ignoring the others' strange looks, she proceeded to mix the three things into her chips and went on to eat them. Knowing Christy's knack for the kitchen, Jack reached for a chip and ate one. Blinking, he reached for another one.
"These are good… Spicy, but good…" He muttered as he ate some more. She smirked.
"Of course they are… They're Papas Locas~" She replied as she ate more. The meeting quickly started, and since she wasn't a guardian of any sort, Christy ignored everyone completely and proceeded to eat her chips in peace even though Jack had practically eaten half of them by now. Once the potato chips were done thanks to a certain winter spirit, Christy leaned back in her chair and let her mind wander, not paying attention to anyone or anything around her. It wasn't until she began to stare at a very interesting vase on the other side of the room did she feel Jack gently elbow her in the side.
"Dude… You still with us?" he teased, smirking a little when she jumped. Christy glared at him before looking over at North.
"I'm sorry what? I was distracted by something far more interesting than your meeting that had nothing to do with me." She muttered, giving North an innocent smile when he glared at her. The Guardian of Wonder sighed before shaking his head.
"Nevermind… we are here to discuss dilemma!" He stated, and if he noticed the incredulous look Christy gave him as she crossed her arms, he didn't show it.
"It ain't a dilemma, North!" Bunnymund growled, rubbing his eyes in annoyance.
"But of course it is dilemma, Aster! How else are you going to save your kind if you do not get together with Christy-"
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa! Hold the short bus; what the fuck are you talking about?" the black and white Pooka exclaimed as she glanced over at Jack. The winter spirit put up his hands in defense.
"Hey! I didn't know about this!" he cried, giving her a desperate look. She growled and turned back towards the others.
"Someone explain what the hell is going on."
"Christy! You are last female Pooka!" North began to argue.
"I assure you it is not by choice…" She growled lowly, narrowing her brown eyes into a glare.
"But Christy! You can save his species!" He argued, his voice taking a very serious tone.
"Did you not take into consideration how I'd feel about all this!?" She snarled, baring her teeth.
"I tried to stop him, Sheila…" Bunnymund started.
"I'm not talking to you, Rabbit. Shut up." He oddly obeyed her command and looked away. "Obviously you didn't take into consideration the factors of me not even liking him like that or how I'm not looking for love in the first place." Tooth was about to speak up but a look from Christy made her back down. "Look, I know being the last kind really sucks, but you're basically telling me that my being the only female of his kind is the only thing that makes me valuable…"
"Christy, I did not mean such a thing…" North started, frowning sadly.
"Well, that's basically what you're implying," She argued. "You all basically told me that since my vagina is compatible with his dick I should get pregnant with his babies. That is not something you tell a girl… Especially a girl like me who's never even kissed a guy before…"
"Christy… I didn't know this meeting was about this-"Jack muttered, looking over at her.
"Shut up, Jack. I'm not talking to you right now…" she growled, giving him an icy glare before continuing. "I was human once; my sexuality alone is all wonky now due to my change in species. As of five years ago I have virtually no sex drive nor do I intend to… Also, let's say I DID have a kid or two with him… that's where the family tree would end because I don't support inbreeding due to moral and biological reasonings…" She got up from her chair, glaring at all of them.
"…Christy?" Jack whispered, incredibly worried over what she was going to do. She glanced at him before looking at everyone else.
"I'm going home… And I'm probably going to stay there forever unless Lady Death gives me tasks. So screw you, Santa Claus… You too, Tooth. Sandy…" She looked over at the Sandman, who was looking at her sadly. "…You're guilty by association… Jack… I'm just really pissed right now and probably taking it out on you because you're right here next to me, so ignore all the crap I told you…" She muttered before setting her eyes on Bunnymund. The grey Pooka stiffened, seeing the brown that reminded him of the dirt in graves and wondered for a brief second if that was how the dirt in his grave was going to look like. "Bunnymund… I hope one day you find a Pooka chick who'll be glad to get screwed by you… I'm sorry I was raised believing that your virginity was the most amazing thing you could give to your beloved on your wedding night… Sorry for being a hopeless romantic…" Without another word, she was gone in a flurry of ashes.
"Christy!"
"I'm busy. Come back later…" The Pooka replied curtly as she fell back into her meditation. Jack ran up to the grave stone Christy was sitting in front of and sat next to her to catch his breath.
"Christy, I didn't know what that meeting was about, I swear…" He pleaded through his shallow breaths.
"Be quiet, Jack. I'm trying to read a soul…" She growled before closing her eyes. He sighed and looked down, focusing on calming his heart and regulating his breathing. After what seemed like an hour, Christy finally opened her eyes and looked over to him.
"I'm not mad at you, Jack… I'm just mad at everything… I mean… Yeah, being the last of your kind must suck balls really bad, but…" Christy looked down, unable to say the rest.
"Look, they probably didn't mean to sound so…"
"Sexist?" She finished for him. He nodded.
"Yeah… They were probably looking out for their friend, and they probably though that since you and him get along alright that you'd make a good couple…" He leaned onto her shoulder and wrapped an arm loosely around the other. "They feel really bad, you know… Especially the Kangaroo…" He muttered. She sighed.
"…I guess I was a bit harsh on him… Wait… Kangaroo?" She questioned, arching a brow. Jack's lips twitched into a small smile.
"Yeah… Since he's Australian…" She cracked a smile in response.
"So what does that make me, Gringo?"
"The Chupacabra…" He replied with a hint of laughter in his voice. She snorted, shaking her head.
"I never should have told you all those folklore stories from my culture…" Christy muttered, though she couldn't stop the small laugh that escaped her throat. The two friends just sat there for a while, lingering in each other's presence until Jack spoke up.
"You should go to dinner next week…" He said. "They really want to apologize for sounding so forward and you really should forgive them… it's kind of annoying watching everyone be all mopey…" She glanced over at him, arching a brow as she narrowed her eyes.
"You just want me to bake for you again…" She teased, laughing when a small sheen of frost coated Jack's cheeks.
"What can I say? I missed your cookies…" He confessed. Christy sighed.
"Yeah… I'll go… Just don't expect me to be all happy and cheerful around them…"
"You never really were to begin with…"
"Shut up, Jack…"
So... uh... yeah...
just wanna point out really quick that even though I personally believe that I should stay 'pure' until marriage doesn't mean I condone sex before marriage. I mean, if you really feel connected with that person and you show your love like that, then good for you... I'm not gonna say anymore on this matter because no one wants to talk about this! You all want me to get started on chapter five lol