Sabrina stared at the Bounty Hunter in shock; every thought of throwing the dagger away fled her mind as she faced down this new threat. She held the weapon lightly in her hand, as if she griped it too tightly it might make her do something she'd regret, and forced herself to glare at the man before her. It wasn't that hard.
This was the man who had stolen her sister. This was the man who had brought her world crashing down in one night.
A slow smirk spread across the Bounty Hunter's face. "What? Still no hello?" He shook his head, the mocking smirk still plastered on his face. "And I thought you would have learned better manners from your dear granny. But, you're sister's not very polite either."
Anger boiled up inside of her, but Sabrina pushed it away when the familiar tingling ran up her arm. She needed to think clearly if she was going to get Daphne back. She couldn't afford the Snake's Head messing with her thoughts.
"Where is she?" Sabrina hissed, forcing as much venom into her voice as possible.
The Bounty Hunter looked around at the surroundings, as if looking for someone and then back at Sabrina. He cocked his head to the side, a fake look of puzzlement on his face as he flipped a small knife between his fingers. Sabrina felt her eyes fall away from his and to the weapon in his hand. "Well, apparently she's not here." He said, his smirk turning into a full grin.
Sabrina growled, fury bubbling inside of her. She took a deep breath and tried to control it. It was difficult to do seeing as the one man she hated more than anything was standing a few feet away from her. "What did you do to her?" she demanded.
"C'mon, I thought you Grimms were supposed to be the best detectives in the world." The Bounty Hunter said as he flipped the knife into the air. The weapon flashed when the moonlight met the metal blade. "You saw the blood."
Suddenly, all the life seemed to suck out of Sabrina. "No." she said, shaking her head. This whole time she had tried to convince herself that it wasn't true. That Daphne, her little sister, wasn't dead. Couldn't be dead.
Not Daphne.
"No." Sabrina said again, a cold feeling spreading throughout her body. "That's not true."
The Bounty Hunter laughed, the harsh sound echoing eerily through the trees. He walked forward until he was standing a step away from the girl. He bent down until his face was inches from hers.
"Oh, but it is." He hissed, his eyes narrowing. Sabrina barely flinched when his foul breath hit her. "You're sister is dead." Suddenly, he smiled. "And that's not even all of it."
He straightened and turned to the left. "C'mon, Spike!" He shouted dramatically. "Come show what the Grimm spawn has won!"
The huge dog seemed to melt out of the shadows as it walked over to his master, but Sabrina wasn't paying any attention to the dog but what the dog was carrying in his mouth.
"Puck." Sabrina breathed. All the breath left her lungs when she saw the fairy fall limply to the ground. Her heart stopped when she saw the blood on his head but started again when she saw the slight rise and fall in his chest. Puck was still alive.
The Bounty Hunter frowned at Spike. "There's another boy and a dog. Feel free to kill the dog but bring the human here, alive."
Spike whined, kicking Puck with his paw.
"Don't worry, I won't kill him until you come back." The Bounty Hunter said. "Now, GO!"
With one last whine, Spike turned and raced into the forest.
Zack, Sabrina thought numbly. He's going after Zack too. What had she done? Why had she brought both of them into danger?
She was broken away from her thoughts when the Bounty Hunter kicked Puck in the stomach. Puck groaned, barely conscious.
Sabrina looked up to meet the Bounty Hunter's cold, triumphant gaze.
"You're gonna wish you'd never been born." He hissed.
. . .
Donuts were everywhere. Donuts and marshmallows. For a moment, the little girl thought she had died and gone to heaven. Nothing could get better than this and then her family showed up.
Daphne grinned at them and waved. Everyone waved back except for Sabrina.
"Daphne." The older girl called. "Daphne!"
"What?" Daphne hollered back. Sabrina sounded far away, even though she was only a few feet away.
"Daphne! Daphne! Daphne!" The older girl kept calling.
Daphne opened her mouth when another voice twisted its way into her dream.
"Fresh."
CRACK!
"OW!" Daphne shouted and grabbed her head, unconsciously pulling her foot out of the wood nymphs grasp. "Sabrina! Why'd you hit . . ."
The little girl's sentence trailed off when she realized that she wasn't in her room and that Sabrina hadn't been the one to hit her on the head. A giant rock in the ground was the culprit.
"What . . .?" Daphne stared as she rubbed her aching head. What was she doing out in the woods and . . .
"Tree."
Daphne turned to see the wood nymph standing over her. Suddenly, the events of the past few hours came crashing down on the little girl. She quickly scrambled to her feet and took a few steps away from the wood nymph.
"Back . . ." The little girl started but then stopped when she realized how dirty her clothes were. She glared accusingly at the wood nymph. "Did you drag me all the way over here?" She demanded.
The wood nymph just stared at her.
"You did, didn't you?" Daphne shouted, indignant. "Do you know how many bugs I probably have in my hair now? More than Puck and that's saying something! Plus, I hit my head on a rock and now I have . . . whatever it is you get when you hit your head really hard!" The little girl glared at the magical creature. "You don't drag people around like that! It's rude!"
The wood nymph just blinked at her and then pointed to a dying tree behind it. "Tree. Now." It hissed.
Daphne stared at the tree. It was bent over, the bark turned black and all the leaves had fallen off.
Daphne took another step back. "Uh-uh." She said, shaking her head.
The wood nymph's eyes narrowed and it took a menacing step towards the little girl. "Tree. Now. NOW!"
"No!" Daphne shouted back, her hands balling into fists.
The wood nymph glared at her, its chest rising and falling rapidly. A low growl came out of its mouth as it bared its teeth at the little girl, revealing sharp black teeth.
Daphne took a step back, fear twisting inside of her. The wood nymph stared of her with eyes filled with a mixture of hunger, panic, and insanity.
"NOW!" It shrieked suddenly lunging forward.
The creature knocked the little girl to the ground. Daphne screamed and squirmed underneath the wood nymph, trying to knock the creature off of her. The wood nymph snarled struck the girl hard on the head with its hand.
Daphne gasped, momentarily stunned by the pain. Black dots swarm in her vision and she was hardly aware of the fact that she was sliding across the ground, towards the tree.
She shook her head, clearing her vision, and realized with a jolt that the psychotic nymph was dragging her to the tree. Daphne screamed again and kicked out with her feet, grinning when she felt her foot connect with bone.
The wood nymph screamed in pain and released its hold on Daphne. Daphne scrambled to her feet and spun around. The wood nymph was standing behind her, its hands covering its nose. A greenish-clear liquid was seeping out from between the creature's fingers.
It glared at her with bulging, hate filled eyes. "NOW!" It shrieked, its voice muffled by its broken nose.
Daphne shook her head. "You have to catch me first!" She shouted and then turned and raced into the forest.
She listened as the wood nymph ran after her, screaming, and then forced herself to run faster. Whether she could actually outrun the creature, she didn't know, but she did know that she wasn't going to be sucked into a tree without putting up a fight.
. . .
Zack frowned as he spun around in circles, studying the trees that surrounded him.
"Heeeellllllloooooooooo!" He said in a sing-song voice. "Heeeeellllloooooo! Annnyyyybbboooodddyyy!"
Finally, the nauseous feeling in his stomach forced him to stop spinning and he sank to the ground, his head in his hands.
He sat still and strained his ears for any sound of Puck or the blonde lady ( she never told him her name, which was very rude). But the only sound that reached his ears were the sound of owls whooting to each other and the occasional screech of an animal he hoped he wouldn't run into.
What was he going to do? He had thought about moving on and praying that he'd run into somebody, but what if he did and Puck or the girl came here to find him gone? But what if he stayed and nobody came? What if the doggie caught them? What if they were . . . dead?
With a shudder, he forced the thought out of his mind, stood up and screamed. "HEY!"
As his shout slowly died down he heard a snap behind him. Zack spun around, hope filling his face. The hope quickly died when he saw what was behind him.
"Of course." He muttered, taking a step back as Spike stepped out of the shadows.
Spike eyed the boy with unconcealed hatred. The dog's tail lashed out behind it as it eyed the boy that was keeping him away from killing the bratty fairy.
"You wouldn't happen to be the evil doggie's good twin, now would ya?" Zack asked nervously.
Spike answered his question with a dangerously low growl, revealing sharp teeth.
"I didn't think so." Zack said and then reached into his pocket. "PROTECT ME, PACO!" He screamed, pulling the stone squirrel out of his pocket and chucking it at the dog.
The squirrel hit the dog on the nose. Spike howled, his eyes watering in pain. The giant dog shook his head and glared towards Zack, but the boy was already gone, crashing like a madman through the forest. Spike released an angry howl and charged after his small prey, easily breaking any branches in his way.
Zack ran as fast as he could, but he wasn't the fittest person in the world and the previous run from death had tired him out. He could feel himself slow down as a cramp twisted his side. He breathed in deep gasps but no matter how deep a breath he managed to get his lungs felt like they were about to burst, not to mention how many bugs he probably inhaled.
A loud bark behind him filled him with terror but no matter how hard he pushed, his legs wouldn't move any faster.
I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE! Zack screamed in his head, since he was too out of breath to scream it out loud. He ducked just in time to avoid smashing his head against a low tree branch.
Dang trees! The boy thought furiously and then a light bulb went off in his head.
Dogs can't climb trees.
But a certain, very handsome, boy can.
Zack pushed forward as hard as he could; putting on the last bit of speed he had left. He lifted his hands and jumped, grabbing hold of a branch and scrambling up the tree as nimble as a squirrel. He climbed up until he was sure he was out of jumping reach and looked down.
In the dark he could barely make out the outline of Spike pacing back and forth in front of the tree. The dog's bright eyes glinted in the moonlight as he glared up at the boy.
"Okay, you can go away now." Zack said, griping the tree branch so tightly that the rough bark dug into his skin. "Go scare some other little kid. I'm pretty sure I saw a particularly fat kid by the water."
The dog's answer was a deep, guttural growl. The dog continued to stare up at him and for a moment Zack could have sworn that a sadistic amusement filled the dog's eyes.
"You sure? I think there was an A-1 bottle in his pocket." Zack said, fear twisting inside of him. He didn't like the way Spike had stopped moving, the way the dog was staring up at him. Zack watched as Spike bent down slightly, the muscles in his haunches bunching up.
"No." Zack said, shaking his head. "No way."
It seemed like an eternity as Spike prepared himself. The dog lifted his eyes to meet the boy's and Zack could have sworn that the dog smiled.
Then, in one swift motion, Spike launched himself upward. The giant dog flew through the air and landed on a branch a few feet below Zack, his claws digging into the bark.
"Of course you have to be the only dog in the world capable of climbing trees!" Zack shrieked. He reached above his head, grabbed what felt like a large acorn, and chucked it at the dog.
The dog whined in pain and feel off the tree as a rain of acorns struck him.
"AHA!" Zack crowed, a handful of acorns in his hand. "Take that, you beast! There's more where that came from!"
Spike let out another growl, took a few steps away from the tree, bent his head down, and charged.
Zack let out a scream when the dog's head connected with the tree, shaking the whole thing. Zack gripped the branches tighter as the dog continued to bang itself into the tree.
"Stop that!" Zack yelled. A loud crack filled his ears and panic bubbled inside of him. "STOP IT!"
He carefully got to his feet and slowly made his way from branch to branch, stopping whenever the dog hit the tree, all the while muttering to himself. "Sure, sure, let's not tell Zack that the crazy Hunter dude has a giant tree climbing, stone headed dog! No, that's not important information at all!"
Every time the dog hit the tree, another CRACK filled the air and the tree would start to tilt.
Finally Zack made it to the other side of the tree. He stood precariously on a branch, leaning his back against the tree's trunk as he studied the other tree in front of him.
He'd seen squirrels jump from tree to tree all the time. How hard could it be?
The boy took a deep breath and ran across the branch and leapt into the air. For a moment, all he felt was a strange weightlessness as he flew through the air, trying to aim his body to hit the branch.
His aim was awful.
Zack let out a very loud, unmanly scream as he started to plummet to the ground. He quickly grabbed a passing branch, his fall coming to a painful, jerky end. He swung and wrapped his legs around the branch, hanging from the tree like a sloth. He hung there, his heart pounding in his chest when he heard a surprised bark.
He looked down just in time to see Spike reach the tree's trunk and stare up at him.
"I guess that wasn't the stealthiest move in the world." Zack muttered. He stared down at the dog and then looked away. All the blood was rushing to his head, making it pound painfully.
"You asked for it." Zack muttered as he closed his eyes, counted to ten, and then let go of the branch.
" KAMIKAZE!" Zack screamed as he plummeted to the ground.
Spike looked up, his eyes widening in surprise. He let out a bark of shock and tried to move but he wasn't fast enough. Before he could get away, the boy landed on him, squashing him flat on the ground.
"OW!" Zack groaned. "You're soo bony!" He quickly got up and ran as fast as his aching bones would let him away from the dog.
He ran through the forest until a root tripped him. Zack fell face first onto the ground, his glasses flying from his face.
"Ugh, this day stinks." He groaned. He lifted his head up and found himself staring into two bulging eyes.
Whoosh.
"Oh, no." Zack said, staring in shock at the small stone statue in front of him. A sick feeling twisted his stomach as he stared at the person in front of him, or what used to be a person.
"No, no, no, no." He gasped and doubled over, nausea overwhelming him.
He'd only turned animals to stone before, and that was bad enough but never a person. Never a living human, person.
"Oh, gosh." He gasped again and forced himself to open his eyes. Out of habit, his hands searched the ground for his glasses and he absentmindedly put them on his face as he stared at the person in front of him.
The person in front of him was small, maybe a child, with two bulging eyes and stringy hair.
Zack frowned at the person, guilt gnawing at him. Why would a little kid be in the woods . . .?
Zack gasped as horror mingled with his guilt, twisting his stomach.
"Daphne!" The name was barely a whisper past his lips. He stared in horror at the statue in front of him. He lifted his hands and pressed them against his face, peeking at the statue between his fingers. "Daphne. Oh, no! The blonde lady's going to kill me!"
"Blonde lady? Sabrina?"
Zack screamed and spun around to find a girl with brown pigtails and big brown eyes standing behind him.
The girl looked at him, her brown eyes hopeful. "Do you mean Sabrina? My older sister? Do you know where she is?"
"Wait." Zack said. "So, you're Daphne? And she's not?" He asked pointing behind him at the statue.
"Oh, no." Daphne said, an angry frown on her face. "That's the forest nymph that tried to kill me."
"Oh, then I don't feel so bad anymore." Zack said, turning to stare at the nymph. Daphne watched as he stared at the statue, a soft wind causing his brown curls to bounce on his forehead. Even with the sunglasses blocking his eyes, she could see the guilt he felt.
A soft sigh of sympathy escaped her lips and she walked over to him and gave him a hug.
"It's okay." She said, feeling him stiffen in surprise. She took a step back and grinned at him. "You saved me. You're a hero."
Zack blinked down at her, warmth flooding his face as he blushed. "Oh, thanks." He grinned at her and held out a hand. "I'm Zack . . . son of Medusa." He hesitated on the last part. He usually didn't mind what people thought about his relation to the Greek monster but for some reason he didn't want Daphne to look at him the way most others did. Zack stared at the rather cute girl nervously, trying to gauge her reaction.
Daphne let out a squeak and bit her palm. "That's so gravy!"
Zack frowned at her. "Gravy? Is that a good thing?"
"Oh, yeah." Daphne said, grinning at him. "It's my word for cool."
Zack grinned sheepishly, his cheeks growing warm. "Oh, cool." He said, staring down at his feet.
"So, you know Sabrina?" Daphne asked, eagerly.
"Oh, yeah . . ." Zack started, but was cut off when something large and black burst out from behind the trees.
Spike stood between the two children, glaring at both of them. His eyes shifted from one child to the other, trying to decide which one he wanted to sink his claws in first. He decided to go with the annoying, acorn throwing, squirrel boy.
All Zack saw was a black blur and then something heavy slammed into him, knocking him back against the nymph statue. The statue tipped over and they fell to the ground. Zack gasped in pain as the stone dug into his back and sharp claws dug into his chest.
Spike growled, revealing razor sharp teeth. Zack stared at the dog, frozen in terror. His head was screaming at his hands to push the dog away but he couldn't move. All he could do was watch as the dogs teeth got closer to his neck . . .
Suddenly, Spike's head flew back and the dog howled in pain. Zack also gasped in pain as an added weight pushed him even further into the stone statue.
Daphne had jumped onto Spike's back and was pulling at the dog's ears. "LOOK AT HIM!" She shouted.
Zack looked at the dog, confusion rippling through him. "I AM LOOKING AT HIM!" he shouted.
"WITHOUT YOUR GLASSES!"
"Oh!" Zack quickly ripped his glasses off.
Whoosh!
Zack let out a strangled, "AH!", when he realized that stone Spike weighed a lot more than regular Spike.
"Can't . . . . breathe!" He gasped.
"Oh! I got it!" Daphne said, quickly sliding off of Spike. She landed on the ground and attempted to push the stone dog off Zack without much success. Daphne took a step back, took a deep breath and stood in her warrior stance.
"HI-YA!" She shouted, giving the stone dog a hard kick.
Stone Spike wobbled for a moment and then fell over, freeing Zack who immediately rolled off the stone Nymph.
"Ahhhh." He groaned, slowly sitting up and putting his glasses back on. "I'm going to be picking pebbles out of my back for weeks."
"You okay?" Daphne asked, her brown eyes filled with concern.
"Oh, yeah." Zack said, grinning at her. "Thanks! Where'd you learn that move?"
Daphne smiled at him proudly. "From my martial arts class. We're the Bad Apples!" She said, holding out a hand to help him up.
"Bad Apples? But aren't apples squishy when they go bad?" Zack asked, gratefully taking her hand and standing up. "It doesn't seem like a very good name for a martial arts class."
"Huh." Daphne said, frowning. "I've never thought of that. I'll have to talk to Snow White about changing the name."
Zack frowned down at the two stone creatures. He felt no guilt for them. "What are we going to do with them?" He asked.
Daphne frowned at the statues. "We'll have to decide that after we find Sabrina and Puck." She looked at him hopefully. "Do you know where they are?"
Zack looked at her hopeful face and a crushing feeling settled over him. He really didn't want her to get upset but . . . "Well, you see . . . I . . . what happened . . . no."
Daphne's face fell.
"But I'm sure we'll find them! I'm mean, it can't be too hard to find a fairy and a hot-tempered blonde lady in the woods!" He gave her a small smile. "I found you, didn't I?
Daphne smiled back at him. "Yeah, even thought I really was the one who found you."
"Pssh, details."
A loud bark filled the air and something huge and grey flew out of the shadows, knocking Daphne to the ground.
"AH! THERE'S ANOTHER ONE!" Zack shrieked but then he heard Daphne giggling.
"ELVIS!" Daphne said, trying to get the giant dog off her. "I missed you!"
Elvis barked happily, his tail wagging like crazy.
"Oh, great, now you show up." Zack said, glaring at the dog.
As if he heard Zack, Elvis sat back and stared at the boy, giving him the irresitable puppy look.
"Pssh, that's not . . . .that won't . . . that look doesn't . . . oh, all right!" Zack said, breaking under the puppy stare. He held his arms out. "GIVE PAPA A HUG!"
Elvis let out an excited bark and leapt into Zack's arms, knocking the boy to the ground.
"AH! That's enough! Papa don't want it anymore! Papa don't want it anymore!"
Daphne giggled as she watched Zack vainly try to push Elvis off him.
"Well, I guess we'd better start looking for the others." Daphne said, grinning as she watched Zack wipe the slobber off his clothes.
Zack looked up and smiled at her, his teeth flashing in the moonlight.
"Lucky for you, I know these woods like the back of my hand."
. . .
"It's a pity it had to end like this." The Bounty Hunter was talking but she didn't really hear him. She felt nauseous and dizzy, like the world was tilting underneath her feet.
"Really, you did a lot better than I had thought you'd do. If you had just been a few minuets faster you might have caught up to Daphne before I killed her." He grinned at her, a slow, malevolent grin. "Really, I'm surprised you couldn't hear her scream, but then again, you were sleeping."
She felt agitated, hot and sweaty even through a cool wind was blowing against her skin. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself and think clearly as her world came crashing down around her.
"Now, the only problem is deciding which one of you I want to kill first." The Bounty Hunter cocked his head at her. "Do you want me to kill you now, or would you rather watch your dear boyfriend die first?"
She watched as Puck tried to sit up. The fairy was groaning softly, hands cradling his head.
He was hurt and it was all her fault.
No. She looked up and met the Bounty Hunter's cold glare. It was his fault.
"What's wrong?" The Bounty Hunter snarled, sounding a million miles away. "Aren't you going to say something sarcastic? C'mon, I was so looking forward to your witty comebacks."
He took a step forward and his next words came out as a hiss. A hiss that echoed in her mind.
"Aren't you going to try to kill me?"
The tingling started without warning, flowing up the arm that was grasping the Snake's Head and quickly spreading throughout her body. The buzzing noise sounded again in her ears, growing louder and louder with every passing second.
Sabrina stared at the Bounty Hunter, unable to move as her vision flashed green and then, suddenly it was like something else was thinking her thoughts, moving her body.
She had no control at all.
"Yes." The girl hissed.
The Bounty Hunter laughed, a harsh laugh the echoed eerily through the forest. "Oh, so the little Grimm has finally grown a backbone. How cute." He snarled down at Puck. "Stop groaning." He snapped and swiftly knocked Puck back to the ground, his boot pressing against the fairy's throat. He grinned at her. "I think I'll start with the fairy."
"Leave him alone." Her voice sounded strange, foreign.
The Bounty Hunter sneered at her. "Make me."
Without even thinking, Sabrina lunged forward, slashing the Snake's Head out in front of her, aiming for the Hunter's throat.
CLANG! The sharp noise echoed through the woods as metal met metal. The Bounty Hunter glared at her, the long dagger in his hand pushing her knife away. "Did you really think you could kill me?"
Quick as lightning he struck, cutting a jagged line down Sabrina's arm.
Sabrina gasped in pain, and stepped away from the Hunter, blood pouring down her arm. Pain throbbed up her arm, but she liked it. Pain was good.
The roaring sound in her ears intensified and she grinned at the Bounty Hunter, hardly aware that Puck was slowly getting to his feet.
"Ah, that's good." The Bounty Hunter laughed. "It's always good to accept your fate with a smile."
Sabrina lunged forward again, swiftly ducking under his swinging arm. She came up quick and slashed the dagger across his face, backing up before he could strike again.
The Bounty Hunter hissed in pain and glared at her, blood tracing down his face. "Looks like little Grimm has learned some tricks." He hissed.
Sabrina smirked back at him. "Just thought I'd add another scar to your collection." She said. Her voice came out as a whisper, soft and inhuman but the Bounty Hunter, blinded by rage, didn't notice.
"You little . . ." He snarled but didn't finish his sentence.
Two people and a dog burst through the trees and stared at Sabrina and the Bounty Hunter.
One, a little girl, gasped when she saw Sabrina. "Sabrina!" Daphne shouted and started to run towards her older sister when a hand held her back.
She turned around and glared at Zack. "What are you . . ." She started, but stopped when she saw the look on his face.
"Don't." Zack whispered, staring pale faced at Sabrina. Daphne followed his gaze and gasped. Her sister was bleeding and holding a wicked looking weapon the emitted a sickly, green glow, but that wasn't the thing that caught Daphne off guard. The thing that shocked the little girl the most was her sister eyes. Instead of blue, they were a deep green.
"Sabrina." Daphne whispered, but the older girl just looked at her with those strange green eyes like Daphne wasn't there. The older girl cocked her head to the side and smiled, a predatory look on her face that Daphne had never seen before. Sabrina turned and took a step towards them, the dagger held tightly in her hands.
But before the girl could take another step, the Bounty Hunter lunged forward and hit her with the hilt of his dagger, knocking the girl to the ground.
"I think it's about time we finished this." The Bounty Hunter hissed, raising the dagger above his head.
"NO!" Daphne screamed and ran forward, throwing herself at the man.
The Bounty Hunter stumbled back with a grunt of anger and swiftly backhanded the little girl, easily knocking her to the ground.
"You little brat." He growled and then Elvis jumped on him. The Bounty Hunter yelled in rage and threw the Great Dane off of him, slashing a deep cut across the dog's chest. Elvis hit the ground with a whimper.
"WHAT IS IT WITH YOU GRIMMS!" The Bounty Hunter screamed. Blood ran down his face from the cut Sabrina had given him and the scratches Elvis had given him. "CAN'T YOU JUST DIE?"
He turned toward Zack, who was frozen in terror. "Are you dumb enough to try to attack me too?" The man hissed. In the dark, the blood that ran down his face looked black looking almost like tattoos, and his wide, furious eyes shone silver in the moonlight.
Zack stared at him and then surreptitiously looked over at Puck. The fairy had managed to stand up but looked in no condition to fight the armed Hunter.
Zack looked back at the Bounty Hunter, trying to ignore the sick feeling the twisted inside of him, and took off his glasses.
The soft whoosh that usually accompanied someone turning to stone was drowned out by a furious scream.
Alarmed, Zack, after quickly shoving his glasses on, looked over to where Sabrina was crouched on the ground. The blonde girl looked possessed. Her hair stuck out like crazy and her green eyes glowed with a savage hostility.
Those unnatural green eyes zeroed in on him, pinning the boy to his spot. Sabrina snarled and slowly stood up, her features twisted in anger.
"He was mine" She hissed, and even though her voice came out as a whisper, Zack could hear her as if she were yelling.
Her grip on the Snake's Head tightened and she took a step towards the boy. "I'll just have to kill you then."
"Sabrina, stop!"
Sabrina spun around and glared at Puck, not registering his pale face or the way he leaned against the tree. Rage had turned her vision a hazy red, and her fingers twitched in the urge to use the Snake's Head again, to hurt somebody, to see blood.
To kill.
"I was going to kill him!" She snarled, hardly aware of Daphne crying her name, begging her to stop. She slowly started to advance on the fairy, sick delight filling her at the thought that he wouldn't be able to run away.
Puck held his hands up as if to ward her away. "Sabrina . . ."
"What?" She hissed, a small, mocking, grin playing at the edges of her mouth. "Is the Trickster King afraid?"
Without warning, she lunged forward and slammed the fairy against the tree trunk. She pinned him there with the dagger pressed against his throat.
"Sabrina . . . don't." Puck gasped.
"Why shouldn't I?" The girl snarled and then she grinned, a cold, malicious grin that didn't belong on her face. She pressed the dagger against his throat, grinning when a trail of blood slid down his neck. Her green eyes flashed and her voice came out as a cold whisper. "Why shouldn't I?"
Do it.