"Sometimes we drown ourselves in sorrow and alchohol, because that was the only way we were taught to handle pain" —Unknown

chapter 3: LIKE hell you will

I had arrived at the Pole, my face caked with makeup and the edges of my gown covered in mud and water, how? I don't know myself. I willed my usual clothing to reappear as I stripped from the gown, one that diminished into water soon afterwards.

I pulled my hair up into a messy bun, and it was horrible, but then the curse turned it into a perfectly imperfect up do. Curses.

I made my way towards the common area, where I was only an hour and a half ago, just in time to see a red sack falling to the floor. Ouch.

As curious as North was (seeing as he's Guardian of Wonder) he made sure to be the first to watch, as Jack Frost peeked from the opening of the sack. No longer was there a cocky male, but there was a confused one in his place. He was rather adorable.

I got hungry, my growling stomach proved so. So instead of watching the soon-to-be Guardian rant about who knows what, I went into the kitchen, knowing that I could easily make a sandwhich without burning anything down. Hopefully.

Almost a billion attempts later, my sandwich had been created and I was happily munching it as I entered the common room, only to hear a certain spirit ask a conversational question.

"So, North, am I on the Naughty list?" asks Jack an I scoff in an unladylike manner.

"You hold the record" replies North, but the competitive side of me doesn't let it slide.

"The record for second place that is" I reply before stuffing my face with more sandwhich. Charming, I know.

"Ahh, Baby Doll, just the seducing half-goddess I was wondering about"

I gave him an overly enthusiastic closed smile, my cheeks filled with sandwich. I swallowed.

"Greaaaaaat, I've been running around in some perverts mind" I reply, causing the spirit to smirk.

"Me? A pervert? Oh Baby Doll, I was expecting you too think more highly of me, handsome? Enticing? Or as you've stated, Charming?"

"Oh hush you pig, if you haven't guessed, it was all and act a**hat" I reply, finishing off my sandwhich as I leaned on a pillar, the other 7 Guardians enjoying the show I suppose.

"So what are you? The Guardians' whore?" he asked, and within minutes, my long, thin , pale fingers were capably wrapped around his cold neck. My nails were leaving crescent moons on the back of his pale neck.

"Listen here you f*cking b*stard, I do no ones f*cking bidding. And not one a**hole has the f*cking privilege to be a damn hypocrite and call me a whore!" I started, my eyes flashed dark, blood red as the Guardians came to their senses and pulled me off of him. He struggled minimally to regain his breath, and once he did, he let out a breathtaking grin.

"Feisty, Baby Doll, very feisty" He said, with an admiring eye. The audacity of that pig.

"You f*cking audacious pig! Let me go Bunnymund! I need to teach that bastard a lesson!" I yelled, but the Guardian refused.

"Nuh uh Shelia, I ain't lettin ya kill a Gua'dian so soon. Cmon, let's get yeh ta ya room" he said, ushering me towards the attic.

"You better watch your back Frost, or I'll—"

"Shh!" he suddenly orders, and I turn red with anger. How dare he order me around.

"So first you call me a f*cking whore and then you—"

"Baby Doll ! Hush, please!" he said and The intensity of his exasperated tone caused me to follow his orders.

I didn't hear it at first, but after a few minutes of absolute silence. I heard the unmistakable hum of an arrow.

"TAKE COVER!" I yelled, at the exact same time Jack Frost tackled me to the floor. I stared at his back, before looking up (the world was going in slow motion) and seeing a black arrow whiz right past me, exactly where my head would've been if Jack hadn't tackled me to the floor.

The bastard saved my life.

I shoved him off of me as the arrow sliced through the walls, then planted itself in the stainless-steel fridge. The f*cking food.

The arrow emitted a dark black substance from the tip, and the substance spread out over the fridge, making it black. I stared at it, not being able to comprehend exactly what had happened, when the fridge suddenly dropped through the floor like a brick, and disappeared.

"What the hell?" asked Seth quizzically.

"Did-did some jerk just steal our food?" asked Noah, astounded like the rest of us.

"Or did Pitch Black warn us of an upcoming war?" catechized Tooth.

Elves and yeti began cleaning up as if it had happened before.

"North, could you please tell us what's going on?" beseeched Josh, as I turned my back to the mess and stared at North, along with 9 other faces.

"He's back. Pitch Black, is back"

"What?!" I practically shouted.

"Man in Moon, he said we need new Guardian, Jack Frost, to get rid of Pitch. He stronger than last time, Jack is only hope. That's what Manny said" replies North, and that's when everything finally came rasping down.

We were getting ready for another war. A war between good and evil, between heaven and hell, a war between The Guardians and The Demonic Shadows.

"Did Manny tell you anything else?" asked Tooth.

"Yes" replied North in a curtly fashion.

"Well, what is it?" asked the Australian bunny.

"He-he targeting you, darling" said North, his grave tone sending chills up my spine. Pitch Black wanted me, dead or alive, I didn't know.

"W-why?" I breathed out. I was frightened to say the least, the one man who knew my worst nightmare, who made them come to life, who knew exactly how to strike fear into my heart, was targeting me; the girl who killed him.

"I don't know, but-but we must keep you safe. Protected" replied North, and that's when the irony sparked my anger.

"Protected? North I am The Guardian of Protection, I can handle myself!" I spit back, determined to show them that I was not a princess in need of a night, I was a f*king Queen who needed no one to save her. I was a motherf*king warrior who could handle herself.

"Sweetie, we know you can handle yourself, but we need to take precaution. We-we ant have another one of us extinguished. We haven't have another Danielle" said Tooth and tears threatened to spill. I was never this emotional, what the hell was happening to me?!

"Yeah sis, we can't lose you, I vote Jack Frost as her personal bodyguard" said Josh, the usually most level-headed of us all.

"What the—"

"If the rest of you agree, I would be glad to protect the Guardian of Protection and Beauty" offers Jack and I grimace at him using my full title. Pompous a**hat.

"F–"

"Actually Frost, I believe I would be a better fit, for her bodyguard. I know he like the back of my hand, she'll be safe with me"

"Let's take a vote, all those in favor of Jack being Troubles bodyguard, raise yeh hands" said Bunnymund.

Bunnymund, North, and Seth raised their arms. I couldn't believe them, voting on my bodyguard. Ugh, the audacity of them.

"All those in favor for Bowman being the bodyg'uard, raise yeh hands"

Tooth, Sandy, Josh, and Noah raised their arms.

"Well it seems as if I will be your bodyguard Michelle" says Matthew with a smile that says, 'I will win you back'.

"Like hell you will. My vote is the most important here, and I vote Jack. At least he is more loyal and trustworthy than yourself" I spit out.

"Good, now that it settled. Guardians, back to daily duties, we have much to prepare" ordered North. And that's when I realized, I was gonna be stuck with an a**hat for a very long time. How wonderful.