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Chapter 12
I felt my heart beating so fast I thought it might leap out of my chest. I dared not to move because of the dark, gleaming knife against my throat.
"If you scream I will make sure your friend down there won't live to see the light of day." Death said with a slight smile. He could be bluffing, but risking it wasn't an option. I nodded my head lightly to show him I understood, as he slowly removed the knife from my throat.
He kept the knife in his hand as he took a step back to look at me. I glanced down at my staff which had been knocked out my hand to the floor. Seeing my brief expression of hope, he smiled at me.
"Well now," He said bending down to pick up my only hope of escape, "We don't want anything bad to happen do we?" He said turning around to lean my staff against my dresser on the other side of the room. While his back was turned I lunged toward the door.
I barely had my hand on the knob when Death's arms circled around me. He growled angrily as I thrashed against him.
"Let go of me!" I yelled. He let me thrash as he put a hand over my mouth trying to keep me silent. I tried to scream but only muffled noise came out. I hit and clawed, squirmed and kicked but he was too strong.
"If you don't stop I will kill him." I froze in shock. Not Jack. I heard him chuckle as he removed his hand from my mouth and dropped me to the ground. I gasped as my legs gave out causing me to fall back on the floor.
"Don't hurt him." I said without thinking. He scowled and began to come towards me. I scooted back on my hands watching his angry expression begin to saunter closer with each step. Once I was cornered against the wall, he bent down so we were face to face.
"What would you do if I did?" I took a deep breath and looked straight into his cold, red eyes.
"I'd kill you." We stared in a thick silence for a few seconds before he laughed while standing back up. I quickly stood up as well, not wanting to seem meek.
"You? You would kill me? With no weapon?" He stood in the middle of the room bending down to pick up the knife he dropped earlier when I tried to escape. He was right, I was powerless and he was too strong. But I wasn't going to let that shake me, I wasn't going to let him win.
"Don't touch him." He looked at me with a straight face for a few seconds. He then sighed and walked back over, the knife twirling in between his fingers.
"I won't. Okay?" I nodded slightly as he turned away again. His demeanor was so calm, like he didn't just invade and strike out against the Guardians. It was chilling how confident he was, like he knew he couldn't be beat.
"Why are you here?" I said trying to calm the pit of fear growing in my stomach.
"I feel like I've explained this enough," Death said walking back toward me, "You are going to come with me." He was a few feet away smirking like he just won the lottery.
"You said me or war. We chose war. You even said-"
"I know what I said. But I chose both." He said slowly inching closer. I backed up as far as I could against the wall, letting my anger spill out.
"You think I'll ever love you! You disgust me!" He was mere inches away from me, looking down at me with a scowl. I stood up straighter to make the inches of height between us seem unimportant.
"You will learn." He growled as he slightly pointed the knife at my neck.
"I will never love you! I love Jack!" I yelled. He was silent for a few seconds and I widened my eyes in shock. I did love Jack, and I could finally say it. I felt my lips turn up into a smile as I thought about him, until Death closed a hand around my throat pushing me hard against the wall.
"How dare you." He stated letting my feet dangle in the air, "I am offering you everything and you choose to disobey." I struggled to breath as I clawed at his large hand wrapped around my throat.
"Please..." I croaked out feeling myself get light headed from lack of oxygen.
"WHAT! YOU THINK YOU CAN ASK THINGS OF ME! YOU ARE MINE AND I WILL NOT COME SECOND PLACE TO HIM AGAIN!" He pulled his hand back letting me crumple to the floor. I coughed and rubbed my throat as I began breathing again. Death turned and took a few steps back, his back turned towards me.
"What?" I managed to say after I few seconds. I saw him slightly turn to acknowledge me once again as I continued, "What do you mean again?" This time he fully spun around and looked at me. I stood up still rubbing my throat as he blankly stared at me for what felt like an eternity. He then grinned a sick grin that made my stomach turn.
"I didn't even think about it," He commented almost to himself as he stalked back towards me, "I suppose he has no recollection of it either. I forgot you didn't know." He said finally addressing me, letting the knife in his hand dissapear in a few strands of smoke. I was at first relieved he was now weaponless, but the look on his face made me nervously watch him walk over.
"What?" I questioned as his red eyes looked me up and down.
"Our past." He stated nonchalantly as he let the space between us once again become little to none.
"I don't understand." I said turning my head away as I could feel the heat from his body. He smelled of spices I couldn't name, and my stomach churned as he leaned down towards my ear.
"Maybe it's for the better." I tried to turn away but he placed his hands against the wall, his arms trapping me. He leaned down and peered at me as I squirmed under him uncomfortably.
"Get away!" I yelled angrily trying to push him away. He fell back an inch from surprise. Trying to use this to my advantage I tried to duck under him. But he scowled and pushed me back against the wall.
"You don't know how long I've wanted you." He muttered as he pushed his body into mine. I couldn't help but let fear take over as I punched him in the chest, hitting the dark material of his shirt as hard as I could. But he didn't budge, he grabbed my wrists and held them above me with one hand.
"No!" I cried as I began to kick my legs out. He smirked at me as he easily dodged my legs. I then looked up as some his shadows circled up my body towards my wrists, where they then wove themselves keeping my hands in place. I pulled against them as hard as I could while he watched me struggle.
"You're so feisty," He said leaning back in closer, "That makes it fun."
"What are you talking about?" I asked ready to kick him when he came close enough. He smirked at me making my skin crawl and once again strain against the shadows that bound me.
"I assume Jack," He began saying his name with venom, "Hasn't shown you much in the aspect of pleasure." My eyes widened in shock as my mind began to comprehend.
"No! Don't touch me!" I yelled as he walked closer. I kicked out at him even though he continued to dodge my legs. I finally landed one of my feet right into his stomach. He gave a small grunt as he finally grabbed one of my legs, keeping me from lashing out. He smirked and continued towards me. That's when realization really hit, I was helpless. Suddenly the thought of being strong melted away as hysteria took its place.
"NO! HELP! PLEASE! JACK!" I yelled as loud as I could until Death clamped a hand over my mouth. He dropped my leg and smirked down at me.
"He's not coming this time." He whispered as he lightly trailed his tongue across the nape of my neck. I squirmed and tried to scream as the weight of his body kept my bottom half from fighting back.
I felt his dark hair graze my cheek as he lifted his head. I felt tears begin to stream down my face as I continued to struggle against my bounds and scream against his hand.
"Don't worry you'll enjoy this soon enough." He then snaked his hand down toward the hem of my hoodie. He slowly began dragging it under my hoodie, his pale skin making contact with my tan pigmented skin. I squirmed as his hand reached above my belly button, heading up higher toward my bust.
He laughed as his hand was inches away from my bra, watching me try to struggle to no avail. Suddenly before he could assault me anymore the door to my room burst open and Death turned in shock.
"Let her go!" I heard a familiar voice yell, his staff ready to shoot sharp icicles in his direction. Jack with the Guardians behind him, stared him down. He frowned at me before removing his hand from my mouth and his other hand from beneath my hoodie.
"Sorry," Death said looking back at me, "We'll finish this later." He then smirked back at Jack.
"You son of a bitch!" Jack yelled his face hard as he lunged toward him, but he had disspaeared in the shadows. Jack angrily looked around, looking ready to kill anything that moved.
The binds on my wrist disspaeared when Death did, and I fell to the floor. Jack turned and ran over to me as the rest of the Guardians followed. Tooth gingerly helped me up with a worried expression as Jack held my forearms looking at me, letting his staff fall to the ground.
"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" He asked concern adamant on his face. I expected him to be bear some injuries having just fought the Nightmare King, but he looked perfect.
"...no." I responded after a second. I felt emotions begin welling up, and I tried to push them back. Guardians don't get emotional, they have to be strong. But the realization of what happened, and what could have happened hit me really hard.
"Are you sure mate?" I looked up to see the rest of the Guardians looking at me with concern, "You don't look that good." I tried to smile at Bunny, but I felt tears begin to well up instead. I looked at them all, then back to Jack who had continued to hold my arms.
"Sara?" Jack questioned looking at me with his light blue eyes. I remembered gazing into the red eyes of Death as he wanted to do the unthinkable. And tears began to spill as I looked at him.
"Jack." I said before slamming myself into his chest. The tears flowed freely as he hugged me back, lightly whispering.
"It's okay? I'm here, you're safe." He stroked my back gently as he held me tight. I felt weak and cleared my throat and pushed away from him.
"I'm sorry," I said clearing my throat and wiping my tears, "I'm not usually so emotional." I said turning towards the Guardians and trying to keep my voice from wavering. To my surprise, Tooth flew over and hugged me so tight I thought she was going to break one of my ribs.
"I'm so glad your safe." She muttered keeping me locked into her hug. She eventually pulled away and I looked at the rest of them. Sandy gave me a warm smile, and Bunny for once didn't look all tough, but instead showed signs of sorrow as he looked at me with gentle eyes.
"This is bad." North said rubbing his beard, "We had not only Pitch, but Death break in unnoticed."
"Is everyone okay?" I asked looking around at them all.
"Yeah," Jack responded looking at me strangely, "Pitch was driven off easily when everyone arrived. He was the diversion."
"We will meet tomorrow. Everyone go home and stay safe," North ordered. Everyone complied, and left with little argument. North was the leader, and his tone suggested this wasn't the time for arguing. Even Jack didn't have a snide comment to make.
North suddenly hugged me once everyone but Jack had left, "I'm sorry." He muttered as he lightly patted me on the shoulder. I looked up at him and gave a small smile. He then walked out of the room leaving Jack and I alone.
"You're coming with me." Jack grabbing my hand and pulling me into his room.
"Jack?" I questioned as he sat me down on his bed.
"There is no way that he is going to touch you again." He spat angrily as he squatted down in front of me.
"Jack.." I muttered as I felt tears begin to form again. Seeing this Jack sat on the bed and hugged me to his chest. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I let the tears fall onto his hoodie.
"You don't have to play tough" He muttered as he held me. I cried into him until the tears had dried up, then I sat up and looked up at him.
"Thank you." I felt love replace the fear in my chest. Jack was here, and I felt oddly complete.
"It's my fault," He said looking down as if he was ashamed, "I told you to go up. I thought you'd be safe!"
"It's not your fault!" I retorted making him look up in surprise. I put my hands against his chest and looked up at him. "Don't blame yourself."
He smiled lightly and gently grabbed my hands. I felt the urge to play with his silvery hair or to throw my arms around his neck. But I chose to instead let him stand up, and sit on the chair next to the bed.
"You should sleep," He said sitting down, "You've been through alot." He said so softly. He cared so much, and showed it so openly.
"My staff-" I started. But instead of letting me finish he walked out of the room. After a few seconds he returned with my staff, and his as well. He laid them down near the dresser and carressed my cheek.
"Now sleep." He sat back down on the chair. I suddenly remembered the last time I slept and felt a chill run through my spine.
"Jack?" I blurted out making him look up in surprise.
"Yeah?"
"Um..." I began embarrassed, "Can you sleep with me?" I expected him to laugh, but he smiled lightly and replied with a nod of his head.
He laid down next to me on top of the covers, and lightly held me from behind.
"Thank you." I muttered as I began to drift into sleep. His arms around me made me feel safe, and even though we had to face evil tomorrow, I was happy to feel secure in his arms for the night.
"Goodnight." He replied before we both drifted off to sleep.
