Darkness.

Darkness.

Darkness.

Open. Your. Eyes.

Darkness.

Light.

Too bright. Too much light. Way too much light.

"Somebody shut the god damn drapes," Alessia mumbled as she hid her head under her covers.

She groaned as she lifted her head out of the covers and the blinding light hit her.

She left her drapes open all night. Great.

She inwardly groaned as she hoisted herself onto her elbows and climbed off the bed.

She ran a hand through her messy hair and let out a tired yawn.

"Alessia, are you up yet?!" Clare yelled from down stairs.

Alessia rolled her eyes before repaying "Yeah, I'll be down in a minute."

"Hurry up, your breakfast has been on the table for 10 minutes now!" Clare yelled back.

She sighed and got to her feet, walking across to her wardrobe. She opened it up and looked through the small amount of clothes that were hung up. She shrugged, pulling out a pair of purple skinny jeans and a red and blue chequered blouse. She quickly got changed and glance at herself in the mirror.

She studied the reflection. "That'll do White. That'll do," she whispered to herself. She frowned as her eyes scanned the mirror, until they landed on something under her bed. She turned around and walked over to her bed. She got down to her knees and pulled it out from under the bed. She looked down at the large wooden object in her hands.

"...fuck. I forget about that," she mumbled as she twirled it in her hands.

She ran her fingers over the worn-out wood, before placed it to the floor and pushing it back under her bed.

Food first. Revenge second.

She got back up to her feet and ran down the stairs into the kitchen.

She grimaced at her 'breakfast'.

Burnt toast. Which was now stone cold. Oh boy yummy.

She slapped on a fake smile and walked over to the table. She took a seat and picked up the piece of toast.

"Who were you talking to last night?" Jasmine asked as she sat across from her.

She cleared her throat.

Oh god. Another awkward conversation.

'Oh me? Just this creepy dude who calls himself Pitch Black. We actually made an agreement to join together to get revenge on Jack frost...yeah thee Jack Frost. I've met him. So now I'm supposed to find the ass hole who murdered my parents and pretend I want actually spend time with him.'

Okay maybe that was a little over the top.

"Nobody, I was just talking to myself," she lied.

Jasmine scoffed at her answer "You're crazy, talking to yourself." Jasmine added, walking out of the room.

Alessia shrugged "Sometimes I need an experts advice," she mumbled while taking a small bite of her toast. She quickly got up from her seat and threw away the rest of the toast. She ran back up her her room, taking a hair brush from her table. She ran it threw her long hair a few times before letting the lose curls hang down to her rib cage. "Time to get this plan into action," She mumbled while getting down to her knees, pulling out the staff from her bed. She smirked and got up. She placed it on top of her bed and put on a pair of brown boots.

She took the staff and walked back down the stairs to the front door. She put on her red scarf and matching gloves. "I'm going out, I'll be back before dark," she yelled.

"Okay," Pete's voice replied in the distance.

She griped the staff tightly in her right hand and walked out of the front door into the cold air. She stuck the staff in the ground behind her and let it make a trail behind her path.

'Now, how do I find him?' she thought.

She hummed quietly as she let her feet decide where she went. She looked around the empty street. Not a sign of him.

Sighing, she raised the staff to her shoulders and rested it on either sides as the joins of her arms wrapped around it. "Oh, Jack Frost." She yelled, her voice echoing through the streets.

"Hello? Anybody out here? Hello?"

She huffed as she didn't get a reply. She smirked to herself.

"I have this expensive looking...um, stick here." she yelled louder than normal, hoping for a reply. She began twirling around lazily as she yelled. "It would be a shame if it snapped in half and somebody set it on fire- AGH!" she squealed as she turned to see the exact person she wanted to, only stand a few inches away form her.

And he looked pissed.

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" she asked as she took a few deep breaths.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Me? Give you a heart attack? I've been looking for my staff all night!" he snapped.

She scoffed and stood up straight, ignoring the fact that he was still about 3 inches taller than her. She took a moment to get a good look at him. Like she remember, he was wearing a blue hoodie that had drippings of frost on the shoulders, with brown trousers that cut off at the bottom, No shoes. Of course. Her eye sight raised to his face. He was deathly pale, with white-silvery, shaggy hair, and deep blue eyes. Just like her mom's.

Was he always this good-looking?

She cleared her throat, realizing that she was most probably staring at him like a freak.

"So this is yours, huh?" she asked as she brought the staff down from her shoulders and waved it in front of his face.

She grinned at his annoyed expression. "Yes and it's a staff, not a stick. Now can I have it back?" he asked.

She tilted her head to the side slightly, pretending to think. "Um, I don't know. I think I might keep it. I don't mean to brag or nothing but a massive stick sure does compliment me, right?" she asked playfully.

He tried grabbing it from her hands, but she managed to swap it into her other hand before he could.

"Not so fast, Frosty-boy. Since I kept your fine stick friend here in good condition, I think I deserve a little prize," she smirked at him.

He carried on his glare at her, until sighing. "Fine. What do you want?" he asked.

She bit the corner of her lip slightly.

Letting out a breath as she answered, "I want you to give me the offer you gave me yesterday." she mumbled just clear enough to understand.

It was his turn to smirk now. "Does Miss I'm-to-grown-up-to-listen-to-anyone want my personal assistance and demonstration on how to be awesome, now?" he cooed.

She shot him a death glare "Don't forget, I have the stick, and I will use it." he warned.

He rolled his eyes "For the last time it is a staff!" he ran a hand through his glossy hair and sighed "Fine. Whatever,"

She grinned and tossed him back his staff.

"Just so you know, I remember pacifically telling you that that offer still stands before you pushed me out of your window. So you didn't need to blackmail me," he explained.

She shrugged "It's more fun to blackmail you, the look on your face was adorable." she felt her cheeks heat up at her choice of words "Now, where do we start?" she asked.

He chuckled "So first you hated the idea of me trying to change your mind, now your jumping at the idea?" he asked.

"I, um, needed the exercise?" she replied with a large grin. He stared blankly at her. "You know, because you said 'jumping at the idea' jump...exercise," she elbowed him in the shoulder. He still didn't move. "Oh come on! That was a good one for me!" she groaned.

She began to feel uncomfortable with the silence and decided to break it.

"You only have 2 weeks to change my mind, I'd get starting now," she commented.

He griped his staff in his right hand and took a hold of her wrist with his left. "Two weeks? I only need two hours," he whispered into her ear, sending cold chills down her spine.

She inhaled a deep breath and smirked. "We'll see," she replied as he pulled her along, her wrist still held in his hand.


I was supposed to update about a week ago but the chapter I wrote was horribly written and too short so I rewrote it, so that's why it's been a while...