Disclaimer: Disclaimed and I do not own Perfect nor Impulse by Ellen Hopkins, The Truth About Forever by Sarah Dessen or the Percy Jackson series written by the awesome-tastic writer Rick Riordan.

Spoiler: Spoiled

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I seriously had no ideas on how I could pick the story back up.


Chapter 9: (Jack's P.O.V.)

Unlike the last time I was here, I stayed a bit longer wandering around her room. I tiptoed around her disorder eyeing what could be seen without touching anything. Alvin would have called me a "spy", whatever that was. Her clothes scattered wherever as if my wind carried them. Thank the Moon that her intimates were kept away. That would be mighty awkward but I'd be a great joke! I chuckled to myself while I continued my search.

Her dresser was covered with girl supplies. Assorted headbands lay decoratively on top of one and another, her necklaces were being hung by a necklace dress holder and her rings were on an upright mannequin hand. Why she had a hand in her room bewildered me, she already had two attached to her body. Guess I'll have to rain check that question for later.

I turn to the other side of her room and saw a stack of colourful book spines eye level to me. I quickly scanned the titles, books named Perfect, Impulse and The Truth About Forever sticking out to me. I saw that she also had the Percy Jackson series written by Rick Riordan that the kids have as well. The last book of the series' spine was overly used, easily observed by the creases indented into it. Melanie must have loved that book! I traced the spines with my fingers leaving frost in its trail.

I tilted my head to the side, noticing a mirror above the mountain of books. On it were sticky notes saying that she was beautiful, perfection is a mirage and mostly cheer-me-up notes. I looked at myself through the mirror and saw that if any part of my body could represent Melanie's room, it'd be my hair. All disheveled with obvious bed hair, although… My snow white hair looked played with. Like Melanie ran her fingers through my hair while I was asleep, playing with it. I blushed at the thought. As much as I wanted her, I had to keep this in mind. I was 317 and she was 14. I am 303 her senior. A bit of an age gap wouldn't you say?

I turned once again so I was facing Melanie's bed again. Her back towards me with her hair messier than mine, I carefully ran my fingers through her hair crouched. I used to do this with Lucy, when she had tangles and knots I would gently run my fingers through it to undo them. As I continued this motion, my thoughts wandered back to that woman.

She doesn't deserve to be named, not what she did to Mel or I. Giving her nightmares just like Pitch, how dare she? My shoulders tensed and the temperature dropped significantly. White powder started to fall from the ceiling landing on Melanie's hair like white flowers. Unconsciously, I stiffened my hold on the gracefully untidy locks. Melanie stiffened and moaned saying stop. I froze and released. No, I'm not supposed to cause her any pain. Not after what I promised her. No!

I leaped over her body and bed and out into the night. The wondrous winter chill welcomed me into the air. I sat on Melanie's roof and watched icicles slowly form. I chuckled to myself watching simplicity grow. My feelings of joy and happiness were returning, which made me more contented. I let out cold air and saw it condense in the dawn sky. The sun should be rising soon.

I rose and sliced my staff around. Laughter rang through my ears, Toothy was here! The petite fairy clutched onto my staff as I swung it around wildly. Shrill noises erupted from Toothy's mouth which made me start to giggle. When I stopped, Toothy was unable to stay afloat. She spun and spun until she fell into my palms from her dizziness with a smile on her face.

She chirped and squeaked asking me who I felt. She must've known that I was freaked after my relapse of lack of control. Don't even ask me how we Guardians or children of the world come to understand their language. We just do. I wonder if Melanie could.

I smiled tenderly caressing Toothy's feathery head. "I'm fine now. Thanks for the cheer me up!"

Toothy peeped as she shot up to the sky. Her oceanic colours blurred from her ecstasy even if she was still a tad dizzy. I joined her up in the sky my hood flying in the breeze. The faerie poked me with her wing and tweeted, "Tag!"

Toothy soared away from me giving us a wide berth of distance. Tooth's little loyal helper winked at me and flew even further away. What a tease! As a gentleman, I chased after Toothy as fast as I could. Every turn, dip and move she made, I followed suit. I raised my staff and nudged my friend in her stomach, not even noticing that Toothy had stopped.

"You're it!" I said gleefully.

Toothy's feathers were erect and the golden feather on her feather stood upright. She craned her head back and forth trying to extend her gold trademark in every direction possible. Was that feather some sort of antennae that made her sense something that I couldn't pick up?

Toothy realized that she suddenly stopped our game of Tag so she blew whatever she felt before over and smiled delicately at me. She confused me even more as her visage gradually changed from forceful cheeriness to a look of madness. Her eyes lose its glint as her gaze darkened in a way I never saw or knew she could create. An ominous voice slithered out of her Cupid's mouth.

"Frost, oh Frost. One night spent with your beloved and your guard is already lowered? A short game makes you forget your blues? You poor unaware boy, have you not thought of what I might be up to?"

The she-devil/Toothy's shrill laughter made the hair on the back of my neck stick up. Blue sparks were already being released through my staff yet I couldn't do a single thing. If I attack, I hurt Toothy not that woman.

They continued to speak in that horrible twisted tone of hers, "How Pitch was destroyed by your stupid childishness bewilders my mind. Bear no doubt that Ishall not be taken down the same way. I have committed countless sins even my consort was afraid to perform. Like seizing one of Toothiana's precious minions, this act can only be done by a want of violence. Thanks to your group for my never-ending thirst of it, even more villainy may be transgressed now. Watch your back Winter, vengeance will be dealt in ten folds. Firstly, let me take this pesky minion as my first act of destructing your group's power."

Toothy's mouth closed with a sickening crack of force. Her body seized and shook. Toothy's eyes full of fear as I watched her body move erratically. Her jaw was clamped shut and she screamed. I reached out to touch her, to help her but the moment my finger was an inch away from her body, purple electricity shot at me. A purple barrier began to surround Toothy and my hands kept failing to grab her tiny body.

The barrier darkened and thickened as the little faerie continued to twitch involuntarily. Absentmindedly, my blue sparks fought against the purple. Think of blue raspberry ice cream being mixed with raspberry-grape ice cream. I tried to claw my way through the solid cage with the shrill laughter echoing through my mind.

I finally managed to dig a tiny crack in Toothy's confinement but when I peaked through the hole I persisted to make bigger, my heart froze. The faerie's body was suspended in the center of the captivity and purple slimes were slowly inching across her body. Toothy's eyes were closed and looked sunken in. Her feathers hung loosely and feebly and her golden feather sagged. She was utterly powerless against whatever the she-devil was doing.

"Toothy!" I screamed.

My sparks attacked from my miniature hole enlarging it by the second. As soon as the gap was large enough for my hand to go through, I shoved it through and grabbed Toothy. I pulled her immobile body away from the slime detaching her from whatever it was doing. As I held Toothy her gaunt features and motionless corpse were even more pronounced in my icy hands. My blue electricity continued its attack on the nightmarish globe while I cam to the slow realization of what happened to Toothy.

Valleria has stolen the soul of the poor, vulnerable, courageous and loyal friend of mine, Toothy. And by doing that, she has stolen a part of Toothiana.

Damn that Spirit.