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Shock overcame Pitch. Elizabeth was still glaring at him, but he knew she was sorry. No one was saying anything, and the air was growing tense.
"Elizabeth..."
"Dad, I'm sorry. But apologize." Pitch's line of attention fell from Elizabeth onto Jack. He glared deep into Jack's soul.
"I will kill you."
"Dad!" Pitch practically felt Elizabeth's glare melt into his skin.
"...Fine..." Her glare loosened up.
"Go on."
"I'm sorry."
"See? That wasn't so hard."
"But I will still kill you." Pitch stated simply. Elizabeth groaned.
"I give up!" She threw her arms up in the air and began walking away. Jack felt Pitch's smile as Elizabeth, who was his only form of protection, was not in front of him anymore.
"H-Hey! W-Where are you going 'B-Beth?!" Jack called, not letting his eyes leave Pitch.
"I'm getting out of this dress."
"B-But I'll die!"
"Then you two will have to settle this." She was gone.
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Elizabeth sighed as she closed her bedroom door. She was tired. But she wasn't going to stay in the dress any longer. Or the high heels.
Moon, she hated high heels.
Quickly, she removed the heels from her feet, sighing when the horrid creations were off. Elizabeth turned to a dark brown dresser and looked inside. She slightly giggled. It was full of clothes, but they weren't hers. The clothes really belonged to Adair and Rayne. They both decided that Elizabeth was their new doll. A dress up doll. She grabbed a random outfit and took the dress off, setting it gently on the bed. Elizabeth put on the outfit, and started to lace up her black converse. She looked in the mirror to see what she was wearing, because she didn't pay attention if they matched or not.
It was a flow-y green tank top, and the shorts barley showing at the end. An outfit that her dad wouldn't approve, mainly the short shorts, but she didn't care. Elizabeth quickly put her curly glittery hair in a ponytail. She sighed.
"I am so tired."
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"Pitch! Stop! Hasn't he suffered enough?!"
"Nope!" Pitch grinned. Pitch had finally made it back to Jack, and was strangling him again. Though, he had a leprechaun hooked onto him but he didn't matter.
"That's enough, Pitch." Death piped up, and was trying to uncurl Pitch's fingers from Jack's throat.
Jack gagged. He couldn't breathe. Patrick flipped Pitch over to were he lost his grip-thanks to Death- on Jack's poor throat. Jack sucked in a breath of air, and hid behind the nearest person he found. That person was Elizabeth, who had just entered the room. Pitch didn't even notice his daughter walk into the room, he was to busy fighting Patrick.
"What happened?!" Her voice cut strongly through the air, catching everyone attention. Pitch took notice of her change of clothes, and he obviously didn't approve, but Elizabeth knew he wouldn't.
"What are you wearing?" Pitch asked.
"Clothes." She stated simply ,"Now. What happened?"
"He was trying to kill your boyfriend over here." Patrick stated.
"He's not my boyfriend, Pat!" She blushed. Patrick shrugged.
"Hey!...What happened here?" Daniel came barging in, his sisters close behind.
"Frostbite had a near-death experience." Bunny explained.
"Why?"
"He kissed me." Elizabeth noticed Daniels smile crack.
"Oh." Elizabeth cocked her head to the side slightly, a concerned expression on her face.
"Daniel...Are you alright?" He forced a smile.
"Yeah. Everything's fine."
"Are you sure? It's not about me, is it?"
"No, no! I mean, you did nothing wrong! Even with Dwyer-" Daniel quickly stopped himself, and covered his mouth, but the damage was already done. Elizabeth stared at him in shock.
"H-How...How do you know who Dwyer is...?" She breathed. The air grew tense like before, and Pitch was glaring daggers at Daniel, along with Patrick, Death and Jack.
"I-..." He tried making an excuse. 'Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!' A flash of realization went on her face.
"Who told you." She tried to keep her voice steady.
Her only reply was silence. Her eyes flashed to Jack.
"It wasn't me, 'Beth. I swear."
"Then who...?" She noticed Jack's eyes flash to Pitch, then quickly back at her. Her eyes widened. Elizabeth whipped around to Pitch, who winced.
"You told them. Didn't you?" Pitch couldn't ignore the absolute look of betrayal. And what was worse is that it was from someone, his own daughter, that trusted him.
"...Yes." She didn't say anything. She was just...shocked. Elizabeth was still trying to wrap her head around this.
"...I hate you..." She mumbled. Her bangs were in her eyes and her body was trembling. Pitch's eyes widened.
"W-...What?" Elizabeth looked up, tears in her grey eyes.
"I hate you!" Next thing everyone knew, she ran out of the room.
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Dwyer smiled as he saw Elizabeth run out of the room. He was outside, and was waiting to put his long waiting plan into action.
"Haha. In a matter of minutes, you'll finally be mine." He chuckled. Raymond stood still, as always, beside him.
"Master, are you sure this will work?"
"Are you doubting me, Raymond?"
"No, Master, it's just that her family and friends are inside. What if they come out?"
"Then you will cover for me."
"I beg your pardon, but Master, I am not prepared."
"Then think of something."
"Yes, Master." Dwyer's eyes turned back to Elizabeth. She was crying. He chuckled again. She will be crying non-stop when he had her.
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Ooh! Much drama here! Pitch, you messed up. Know Elizabeth hates you. And Dwyer! Stay away! Haha. Okay. Do you all wanna know how old I am? I'm 1300 years old.
