A/N: I guess it's pretty much a given that now I'm going to do the Guardian's deaths, one by one. Ah, well. Hope you like death scenes, guys.
Disclaimer: Don't own!
"'Dinah's our cat. And she's such a capital one for catching mice you can't think! And oh, I wish you could see her after the birds! Why, she'll eat a little bird as soon as look at it!'"-Alice, from "Alice's Adventures In Wonderland" by Lewis Carroll.
It was the new moon, and Tooth was worried.
Normally, she would not be concerned. Certainly, she and her companions grew less powerful as the moon waned, but as far as she knew, no one outside their little band knew of this particular weakness.
This time, however, was different. This time, they had not been attacked head on. Instead, they had been infiltrated from inside, by a cunning enemy who now knew their every strength and their every Achilles heel. This time, they were in serious danger.
As such, her entire Palace was now on lock-down mode. No fairy of hers was permitted to leave, no intruder was allowed to enter. Defenses had been set up at every opening that led inside, from the largest window to the tiniest passageway that had been built for her fairies.
They were armed, as well. Her little fairies had their beaks to protect them, but she herself had to rely on her old, long-unused talwar sword. Hopefully, she still possessed enough of her sword-skills to fend off against a cat sidhe.
She sighed. Of all the things she could have expected, their newest member being a sidhe was not one of them. Not for the first time, she regretted not being more in touch with the rest of the spirit world. Perhaps she or the others would have received word of a frost-empowered demon wandering around, and then they would have been able to recognize Jack for what he truly was, before sharing their deepest secrets with him.
However, it was no use crying over spilled milk. She anxiously fluttered to a nearby window, peering at the dusk-enshrouded landscape outside. She could only hope that when the sidhe came, she could defend herself-
"Looking for someone?"
It was her only warning before the world exploded in nerve-searing agony.
It had been...disappointingly easy, actually.
Amber eyes contemplated the torn and ripped feathery corpse with disdain. Near his heart, he felt the violet soul flutter uneasily, and he grinned. Two down, two to go.
However, there was no reason why he shouldn't have a little fun first, before getting back to work.
His sleek black head turned, and he surveyed hungrily the buffet around him. The majority of Tooth's fairies had died from the shock of their Queen's death, but a good two fifths were still fluttering weakly around.
Not for much longer, if Jack had anything to say about it.
Quickly, he pounced on one, a fairy who was different from her sisters in her heterochromatic eyes and the golden feather on her tiny head. She squeaked, once, despairingly, before she was swallowed whole by the black cat.
The fairies froze in horror. Unfazed, Jack picked off another one, devouring her in one gulp.
Then, pandemonium broke loose.
Fairies rushed for the exits, only to find that the "defenses" blocked their escape. They darted about, terrified in the certainty of their upcoming death.
They were in a living nightmare. Jack, on the other hand? He was having the time of his life.
After all, cats do so love to chase birds.
A/N: Talwar sword is an Indian sword/sabre. Seeing as Tooth apparently lives in India, I though it made sense.
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