Eve screamed as Pitch stared at her in amusement, propped up against one of the shelves.
"Are you done yet?" He drawled in a particularly bored tone as Eve's screaming ceased.
"That's better." He said stepping towards her. Eve instinctively turned and ran but was lifted into the air.
"Put me DOWN!" She cried as bands of black sand constricted her wrists and ankles, pulling them out above her head and wide, leaving her in a starfish pose. Pitch just cackled.
"No, I don't think I will. I quite like you like this." He said as he walked around Eve, appraising her. Eve's stomach flipped and tied itself in knots. This couldn't be happening, not for a second time. She prayed in her head and Pitch just smirked.
"I'm not going to violate you. Much too crass and dirty in my opinion." Pitch said and Eve's head snapped over to face him. He just smirked again though.
"I can smell your fear. I feed off it. And I know what you're afraid of right now." Pitch smirked, a wicked gleam in his golden eyes. Eve gulped. If Pitch had been strong enough to kill three spirits, what could he do to a human?
"Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you. You're going to do me a favour." Pitch said and Eve put on a brave face.
"What makes you think I'd want to help you?" She growled and Pitch laughed.
"Ooh you are a feisty one! Well luckily I like feisty. You're going to help me because if you don't, dear old Dad won't be getting on a plane home." Pitch smiled cruelly. Eve gasped. Pitch held up a hand and a black tinted ball the size of a grapefruit appeared in his palm. Eve strained her eyes and could just barely make out the picture of her dad, lying unconscious on a dirt floor.
"What did you do to him!?" She demanded but Pitch just shook a finger.
"No, no, no. I do the talking." He said and a black band of sand wrapped around Eve's mouth. Eve tried to bite it off bite the sand tasted bitter and Eve was forced to remain docile.
"Much better. As I said, you're going to help me because I said so. Remember, I have all the cards in this hand." Pitch said and Eve glared.
"Now that you know the terms and conditions of our little arrangement, here's what you're going to do. I want Jack Frost. Plain and simple. You're going to help me." Pitch shrugged and Eve glared even more, pulling at her restraints.
"I want him either with me, or out of the way. There will be no in between, girl. He's on my side or dead. Do you understand?" Pitch asked and Eve's eyes watered.
"Come now, don't be like that. He's just a boy you met a week or two ago. What could he possibly mean to you?" Pitch asked laughing and Eve let a tear fall down her cheek. Pitch stopped laughing and shook his head.
"Oh dear, you believe you're in love with the boy. Don't be stupid girl, you're young. Young love is quite common nowadays or so I'm told. This is just some crush. And really, what could he give you that I, or even some other male couldn't?" Pitch chuckled to himself shaking his just closed her eyes.
Pitch couldn't ever understand what Jack meant to Eve. He was her whole world now. Her only friend. And they had just looked into the possibility of being more. Pitch would never understand.
Pitch grinned. He could feel her fears swirl around in her mind. She was scared for both her dad and for Jack. With a swipe of his hand he removed the black band from her mouth.
"Are you ready to receive your instructions?" He asked and Eve stared at the spirit before her.
What could she do? Save Jack but have Pitch kill her dad? Kill Jack for a dad who had abandoned her? She loved her Dad, she truly did, but she couldn't ignore the feelings that were beginning to manifest for Jack. Eve's head slumped forward in defeat.
"Yes." She whispered.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Pitch asked, placing a hand behind his ear for further effect.
"I'm ready." Eve said, a bit louder this time.
"Glad to see you know what's good for you. Who knows? Maybe there'll be a place for you in my new world." Pitch cackled and Eve winced.
Jack flew toward Eve's house, exhausted. He and the other Guardians had spent hours searching the North Pole for any trace of Pitch to no avail. Jack, the whole while hoping Eve was coping with the situation.
Jack lowered himself down to Eve's window and slowly slid it open. Quietly, he stepped onto the small landing and clicked the latch shut, closing the curtains behind him. He turned to take in the room. Eve's door was closed and she was lying in bed, curled up facing away from him. Jack quietly walked over and rested his staff against the nightstand and crawled into bed next to Eve, still not quite sure if this was ok or not. Regardless, he was too tired to care and he pulled Eve's sleeping form closer to his body, and settled in for the night.
Eve just about went catatonic when Jack slipped in the bed next to her. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to avoid letting out the whimper forming in her throat. She waited until Jack's breathing evened out before turning to face him.
He's eyes were closed. His mouth slightly parted, deeply inhaling and exhaling and Eve could feel Jack's slightly chilled breath on her throat. Eve silently slipped out of his embrace and reached under her pillow, pulling out a long black blade.
The blade itself was about the same length as her hand, and pitch black, blood crusted the tip. The hilt was sturdy, wrapped in black leather with a large, shinning red gem stone just before the blade.
"Plunge this into his chest, and wait for his breathing to cease before pushing the gem and calling for me. Then you and your father and free."
Eve knelt next to Jack and raised the dagger above her head, feeling the hot tears pool in her eyes.
"I'm so, so sorry." She whispered. A tear rolled down her cheek and splashing on the cheek of the sleeping boy before her.
God dammit Pitch. Why do you have to so royally screw everything up? I mean seriously dude, I was content with a nice fluffy love story and then you had to go and massacre a bunch of kids. Honestly.
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