December

Jack's Point Of View.

"How did we get here?
Well I used to know you so well
How did we get here?
Well I think I know"
-Decode. Paramore

A bright light appears right above the bed where Dahlia is peacefully sleeping. Jack is thrown to the ground due to the light and quickly the light disappears into the thin air. The winter spirit stares up at the ceiling; his whole body is on the hard wooden floor. Slowly, Jack pushes himself off the hard floor and stands above Dahlia's bed. His icy hues scan the room and his eyes spot his wooden staff lying on the ground, he extends his hand out and the staff flies right into his pale hand.

Jack's icy hues glance over to the sleeping ravened haired girl. He sighs softly and runs his hand through his sliver messy hair. This is a mess he's gotten himself into. And, now Dahlia is in danger because Pitch is invading her dreams. But, why is he picking her? She's older than his usual victims; he usually picks children since they are pure.

So many questions but there are no answers for him. The winter spirit sits at the edge of her bed, cradling his head in his hands. So many thoughts are running through his mind and it is driving him crazy. The air within her room is growing thick to him; he needs to get out of here. He pushes himself off the bed and walks over to the large window beside the grand piano. His fingers grip to the window's locks and quickly he unlocks the window, however it makes a loud clamp sound. He closes one eye when he hears Dahlia stirring in her sleep. His hand moves to the window's seal and pushes it up, the cold air hits his face and he inhales deeply. It is home to him. His leg swing through the opened window however he stops only to look back at the girl who is still stirring in her sleep.

"…nuh…n-…Jack…" Dahlia whispered in her sleep.

Jack's blue hues widen when he hears his name escape her lips. He pulls his leg back into the room and walks over back into her large room. His wooden staff is placed onto her desk and then he makes his way over to her bed. He stands right above her and notices she is still stirring under her covers to the point where she kicked some of them off her body. Quickly, he walks to the other side of her bed and places his knee onto the bed, but he draws back leisurely.

What if she wakes up and sees him lying next to her? She will probably think it is just a dream like the other nights. Deep down, he wants to tell her that he is real and she is the only adult who can see him. However, she wouldn't believe it. No one believes in him, only Jamie. However, she can see him and he can touch her.

Dahlia keeps stirring under her covers and whispers his name once again. This time he pulls his other leg onto the bed, positing his body beside hers. He places his cold hand on top of her head and she slowly relaxes once again. Dahlia moves her body so she is lying on her side and facing him, and she moves even closer to him which causes Jack's icy hues widen. She places her head on his chest and sighs contently. Jack's pale face turns a light shade of pink; however a gentle smile grows across his pale face. His hand runs through her black locks slowly, watching as the pieces of hair fall through his pastel fingers. As he strokes her hair, she moves closer to him till her body is pressed up against his.

He rests his chin on top of her head as his fingers run through her long black locks. It is so peaceful, a peace he never thought he could have for himself. He's lived for some many years that he has seen couples hold hands in the moonlight. He has seen couples lay in bed just enjoying each other's company in the dark. He knew he would never have that kind of peace but now everything seems so different.

He closes his eyes, listening to the breathing from Dahlia's body. His hands move from her hair to her back and gently strokes her back with just his fingertips, his touch is light and gentle. As if he is scared she will break under his touch. She sighs contently and pushes her body closer to his, never awaking from her slumber.

Jack's blue eyes look up when he hears the sound of the bedroom door being opened. He quietly panics but remembers that normal humans cannot see him. He lies perfectly still but keeps his hands on Dahlia's back, holding her close to his cold body. A woman walks into the room with a business suit on and a pair of glasses upon her face. She stands above Dahlia's bed with a detached look upon her face but finally sits at the edge of Dahlia's bed. She sighs sympathetically as she looks down at the young girl who is sleeping and she runs her hand through Dahlia's raven locks. The woman then stands up and bends down to the floor and begins picking up all the covers Dahlia kicked off her body while she was having the nightmare. Hurriedly the woman places the covers back over Dahlia and Jack, who is staying completely frozen as he watches the woman carefully.

The older woman walks to the other side of the bed so she can fix the bed covers. She hovers above Jack and she quickly rubs her arms. As if a giant wind of cold air slapped her right in the face.

"It's so cold in here…" the woman whispered to herself.

The woman turns her head to the side and she sighs seeing the window wide open. Shaking her head she walks over to the window and closes the window seal to the button. She walks back to the bed and fixes the covers over Dahlia and Jack. Then, she walks out of the room and closes the door behind her.

Jack rustles under the covers but Dahlia hands wrap around his body, holding him close to her. Jack's face flushes a hint of red but he only smiles down at her. He rests his head on the same pillow that her head is lying on. He just watches her sleep for the rest of the night.

[This is just small filler, I know nothing happened but I've been wanting to write this small filler for a while. Thank you for those who have been following my story. Please write me a review so I know if you like it or not. And of course to give me pointers.

-Sunshine ]