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Chapter 10

"Hello Sara." My eyes opened in shock as I turned my head and saw Death sitting at the desk in my room. I wanted to lunge forward and grab my staff but found myself unable to move. I was lying on top of the covers with Jack's hoodie still on, remembering that I was to tired to remove it.

Death chuckled as I swiveled my head to look up at him. I knew the fear I was feeling in the pit of my stomach was obvious on my face. He then stood up from the chair, and leaned against the desk.

"What's wrong?" His crimson eyes bore into to mine and I swallowed, keeping silent. He waited for me to respond and when I didn't he shrugged and created a knife in his hands. He smirked as he saw my eyes widen and twirled the knife in his hand.

"You know I'm not going to hurt you. That would be like destroying the Mona Lisa." He then began walking toward the bed, his shoes thumping against the wood floor. I glared at him, refusing to look away as he sat down. He looked down at me, as I was still unable to sit up, and lifted the knife towards my face. "Somethings are just to precious to destroy," He said as the tip of the knife grazed my left cheek.

I couldn't help but flinch, which caused him to draw his hand back. I felt a slight sting on my chin, knowing that flinching caused the knife to cut me. I looked back up at Death and he gave me a sad look.

"Look at what you did," He said as he reached his hand towards my face. I tried to turn away but I couldn't turn my head far enough. I felt his thumb touch my chin and trail down my neck, following the trail of blood. His touch made my stomach turn and if I could I would've tried to fight back. He let his thumb linger on my neck for a bit longer before he pulled away, I could see my blood clearly on his pale skin as he looked at it thoughtfully. The pale moonlight was our only elimination, which came through the window above my desk.

"You know," He said as he wiped his thumb on his pants, "I would appreciate you talking to me." I stayed silent.

"Please? For me?" I looked away toward the wall and tried once again to move, but again failed.

"Sara, I just want to talk." The way he said my name, like he had a right to talk to me like we were old friends, made me sick.

"Why do you act like you hate me?"

"Because I do!" I finally shouted. I made eye contact with him making sure he understood my anger. He instead just chuckled, like I just made a joke.

"No you don't."

"Yes I do." I said letting my frustration spill out with every word. He frowned at me and reached down to grab my hand. I still was unable to move as he grasped my hand in his.

"No you don't. That's what they want you to think." I looked up at him in shock. What was he talking about?

"They?" I questioned, knowing who he was talking about but asking anyway.

"The Guardians!" He spat. His red eyes became hard as he looked at the wall. "They are trying to convince you that I'm evil," He started as he sat up from the bed and began pacing the floor of my room, "They're the ones who you need to fear."

"I don-"

"NO!" He began yelling, his anger spilling out in screams of rage. I shrunk back as much as I could, His sudden outburst frightening me. "THEY ARE TRYING TO KEEP US APART! BUT YOU ARE MINE, AND IF THEY DON'T REALIZE IT THEY WILL ALL PERISH FROM MY POWER!" He was breathing heavy and then turned towards me. I was looking at him in shock.

"I'm so sorry," He began as he sat back down on the bed, "Sometimes I get carried away." He was suddenly so calm, it was terrifying.

He then looked down at me and smiled, his white slightly pointed teeth sent shivers down my spine. "But it's okay," He said as he reached down to stroke my face, "We will be together soon, promise." He then bent down and lightly kissed my forehead. I tightly shut my eyes and swallowed hard, bile rising up my throat.

He then turned away and stood up heading towards the door. "And don't worry, he'll be taken care of."

"Who?" I asked. Death turned back and looked at me, a scowl forming on his face.

"That Jack Frost," He said his voiced laced with poison, "I've seen how he looks at you."

I didn't understand, and if he realized that he didn't bother to explain what he meant as he once again turned around.

"Oh and don't tell anyone about our little meeting."

I sat up with a start, breathing heavy. I jumped out of bed and grabbed my staff, getting in a fighting stance. I looked around my room, and relaxed when I didn't see Death, or anybody for that matter. It was just a dream, a nightmare.

I bowed my head and stared at my tan, bare feet on the wood floor. The pale moonlight lit the room as I calmed my racing heart. It seemed so real. I loosened my grip on my staff and let it fall to the floor. I wiped my forehead, which was dripping with sweat, on Jack's hoodie. I needed to shower

I headed toward the bathroom I knew was attached to my room, but then realized I didn't have any clothes to change into. Where was my old hoodie? I stepped away from the bathroom door and went to head out to find it.

I then saw my desk. My eyes widened as I raised my staff. I turned to fast though and fell on the ground. My head banged against the floor as I let out a little yelp. I looked up at the ceiling for a second before sitting up and rubbing my head. Looking ahead of me at my desk, I saw the chair pulled out. Pulled out like someone had been sitting there...

I jumped as I heard something bang against the door. I quickly stood up and raised my staff once more, but then lowered it when I heard the yell from outside my room.

"Sara!" I sighed in relief and headed over to open the door, "Hey! Open up!" I opened the door and looked up at Jack as he had his hand lifted to bang on the door once more.

"Ja-Hey!" I yelled as he pushed himself into my room and stood in front of me.

"What's wrong?" He asked as he raised his staff in front of him.

"Nothing!" I yelled as I stormed back in front of him. My eyes widened as I really looked at him. He was shirtless, with disgruntled hair and wide eyes. He was slightly out of breath and I watched his trim figure slowly rise up and down with each breath he took. I felt my cheeks flush and quickly tried to regain composure.

"I heard something fall...and a yell...so I-" He started looking down at me.

"That something was me," I admitted sheepishly as I tried to ignore the fact that a shirtless Jack Frost was standing in front of me, "And what makes you think you can just storm in here!" I exclaimed leaning my staff against my desk.

"Sorry!" He said as I walked back over to him with my arms folded over my chest. "I thought something bad was happening, and I wanted to make sure you were okay." He said sheepishly looking down, then back up at me.

"..oh" I said after a bit. He was...worried about me? The thought made my heart flutter, but I pushed down the emotions and looked at Jack. His icy eyes were soft, but quickly turned joy filled as a smile spread across his face.

"You fell?" I nodded my head and watched him begin to laugh. I couldn't help but smile and watched him lean against me desk. "Why are you up so early?"

"What time is it?" I asked as I sat down on my bed

"About 2 in the morning." He responded.

"I just-" I suddenly stopped, Death's words rang through my head. Oh and don't tell anyone about our little meeting. "I just woke up." I quickly lied trying to cover my stutter. He looked at me for a while before shaking his head.

"You're still wearing my hoodie." I looked down at my clothing and back up at him. He was smiling, ruffling his already messy, silver hair. I took a second to fully admire him. He was still wearing his brown pants like mine, but he still somehow looked attractive. Even though he just spilled out of bed a few minutes ago. I felt my face becoming flushed as I shook my head to clear it of all thoughts.

"Sorry. Where are my clothes?"

"I don't know...why don't you just get some out of your dresser?" He stated it so simply I honestly did question is IQ.

"Because there won't be clothes in there?" I questioned him back. He smirked and leaned his staff down next to mine.

"Oh really?" He said smirking, his blue eyes bright with excitement.

"Yes," I said once again catching myself from staring at all his lean muscle, "Can you please put some clothes on?" I asked standing up and putting my hands on my hips.

"Sassy," He commented as he also began standing up straight, "Don't act like you aren't enjoying it." I flushed as he laughed at me. But I looked up at him and continued to glare as he strolled over to my dresser.

"If you're going to be in my room you have to be fully clothed." I stated walking over to him. I crossed my arms and continued to glare at him, which caused him to laugh.

"It's hard to take your "anger," he said using air quotations, "Seriously when you're about a foot shorter than me." I then stride up to him and continued to look up at him until I realized he wasn't exaggerating. Jack was about 6' at the least, while I was merely 5' 1"...ish. I looked down in defeat until I heard him creak open the left door of my dresser.

"What are you doing?"

"We're going to test this out."

"Test what out? The dresser?" I asked pointing to it.

"Yeah! North told me about these! He invented it and put it in the quest rooms." He was excited, which made me want to be excited over the stupid thing.

"Jack, sorry to break it to you but North didn't create the the square block of wood that holds clothes. The dresser has been around for a while." I said letting my voice drift with sarcasm. He just rolled his eyes at me.

"No! Just try it!" He said eagerly waiting for me to do...something.

"Try what? There aren't clothes in there." I peeked inside and saw that like I said, there weren't clothes in it.

"Ugh!" He sighed and walked over to me. He gave a small smirk, his light hair sparkling in the moonlight. He then walked right behind me, and proceeded to put his hands over my eyes. I stepped back and felt his cool, bare stomach against the back of his hoodie that I was wearing. I could feel my heart beat faster as I realized how close I was to him.

"What are y-"

"Okay," He said interrupting me, "Think about what you want to wear...are you doing it?" He asked leaning down to whisper in my ear.

"I guess." I responded thinking of my dark orange hoodie.

"Okay, now reach in." He whispered, his hands still covering my eyes. I sighed and reached my right arm forward and began reaching out. I gasped when I felt it grab something in the dresser. I pulled it out in shock as Jack removed his hands from my eyes. It was just like my old hoodie, it looked like it was the right size and everything.

I gazed up at Jack in shock and smiled and his cocky smirk. I just let Jack Frost prove me wrong.

"Okay, get dressed!" He announced as he took a few steps back.

"Why?"

"We're going to have fun!" He said leaning back against my desk.

"Umm...that's great. But umm...do you think you could leave so I could get changed?" I said sheepishly looking at him. His eyes widened in shock as he began stuttering.

"Yeah! Of course! Sorry...I didn't mean to...umm-" He said slightly bumping into the table to grab his staff, "Yeah...you know what I need to change to!" He exclaimed as he looked down at his bare torso. I smiled and nodded as he began trying to find the doorknob behind him to leave.

"Okay." I told him smiling.

"Yeah! So I'm going back to my room...and then early morning fun!" He said as he finally found the doorknob to leave, "So meet me when you're done...down stairs!" He said giving a shaky smile as he took a step into the hallway.

"Okay, I'll be down in a few minutes." We looked at each other for a while before he shook his head, clearing his throat.

"Okay, so bye." He shut the door and I hear his footsteps as he headed back toward his room. I smirked and entered my bathroom.

I pulled off Jack's hoodie and replaced it with my dark orange one. The new one was soft, and slightly hugged my body. I brushed my hair with the hairbrush they had lying on the white marble counter. I felt good about my appearance for once.

I was about to head out after brushing my teeth when my eyes widened in shock. I got closer to the mirror and saw a small cut on the left side if my chin. I started to shake uncontrollably when it dawned on me. The chair...plus the cut on my chin.

That nightmare I had, it was real.