We went to China first. I never knew just how many lost teeth there were. SO FREAKING MANY! All of us had our hands full collecting teeth. It was easy for some, like Bunny, who could make a hole appear anywhere, for others, like me, it was much harder. Sure I can fly, but, unlike the others, adults could see me. I have had a few close calls with parents. There was even one mother that screamed 'PAEDOPHILE!' for the whole street to hear.
As fun as the collecting was, I couldn't get the sound of Pitch's voice out of my head. It haunted me. Not that I complaining, I like his voice. But each time I thought of Pitch, I remembered the sight of him clutching his bleeding nose and I was filled with a sense of pride.
Before long, the collecting turned into a competition. We all played dirty, Bunny basically blew up North, and teeth were being stolen. I even managed to take a few from Jack, which he quickly took back by temporarily turning me into a human ice-cube. The bitch.
It was only after we met up and compared our winnings that we realised that none of us had left gifts. North and Bunny were lucky, they left eggs and candy canes, and even on one occasion, a Christmas tree. Even Jack left a few snowballs that, according to him, would never melt. Sandy and I were left with coins, how very dull.
Then we travelled down south and south-east Asia, until we came to my homeland, Australia. Of course we were there during the summer, and it literally looked like Jack would melt any second.
"Why is so damn hot here?!" he whined, for the hundredth time
"Because it's Australia, and it's summer. It may be hard to believe, but it gets even hotter here. Just come during the day, you could basically fry an egg on the road."
Jack shuddered, "Can we just get back to the Pole soon? I feel like I'm being roasted."
Luckily for Jack, there weren't many teeth to collect in Australia, so we returned to the cooler weather of North America, a little town by the name of Burgess to be exact.
Jack, Tooth, and I were all in the room of Jamie Bennet, I remember his name from the movie. I was looking at all the posters on the walls, half listening to the conversation between the other two, which was about a freak sledding accident. Then, North, Bunny and Sandy all burst into the room, with North being his usual overly loud self. Sure enough, Jamie woke up, only to find a Fairy, a Rabbit, Sandman and a Badass Santa all in his room, crowded at the end of his bed.
"Wow, Tooth Fairy! Sandman! Santa! Easter Bunny!" then he saw me, "Who are you?"
Think fast, Claire! Leprechaun? No. Mother Nature? No. Wait, I got it!
"Saint Claire, patron saint of tv and eye disease. Nice to meet ya."
"Cool!" Jamie looked at all of us, his excitement clearly increasing by the second.
Jack looked hopeful, "He can see us?"
"Most of us." Bunny replied.
Jack's face fell, without thinking, I moved next to him and held onto his hand, squeezing it slightly. He smiled sadly at me.
Bunny spoke up, "Knock him out, Sandy." Which Sandy took the wrong way, approaching Jamie, punching his fist into his open palm.
"No, with your sand"
Sandy made what looked like a snowball, out of his sand. Then, Jamie's greyhound jumped to the end of the bed, growling at Bunny. Bunny then vainly tried to calm it down.
"No Abbey! That's the Easter Bunny!" Jamie said in protest.
Jack worsened the situation by hitting an alarm clock with his staff, causing it to go off, and thus startling the dog. It chased Bunny all around the room. Sandy aimed a ball at it, but missed and hit Bunny instead, who fell to the floor with an audible thud. The ball then continued to ricochet around the room, hitting Tooth and North. It was impossible to tell where the ball was coming from, so it was too late for me to see the golden ball, and it hit me square in the face.
Everything went black. Then the dreams started.
Ironically, I was in a clearing, surrounded by thickly falling snowflakes. Then, from between the tree's, Jack walked out, and stood thisclose tome. He slowly opened his mouth and spoke, but it wasn't his voice, it was Pitch's.
"Never wear spots with stripes dear"
Before I could reply, he skipped (yes, I said skipped) off, humming out of tune.
What the fuck?! So Jack/Pitch is giving me fashion advice now? And he skips? Ooooookay….
I woke up to find myself outside, in North's sleigh. The others were all fighting a horde of Fearlings. Wait, this is where-where…Sandy dies. But I am only a mortal girl, I really can't do anything.
Fuck that Claire. You broke Pitch's nose remember. You will own this.
Jack didn't seem to share the same thought, even though he was quite occupied with fighting, he managed to yell to me, "Claire, Hide! It's not safe here and I can't guarantee your protection!"
I jumped out of the sleigh and ran over to where they were fighting, stopping halfway to pick up a large stick that lay in the gutter.
"What are you doing?!" Jack yelled, "You could get hurt!"
"Maybe, but even if I do I can handle it. Don't count me out just yet Frosty."
"Claire, I'm serious. You could get badly injured."
"Im serious too. If you think that I'm just going to cower in some damn corner then you. Are. Wrong."
He gave me one last stern look before turning away and returning his attention to the fight, just in time for one Fearling to run at me. I managed to narrowly dodge it, and as it passed, hit it with my stick. To my horror, the stick disintegrated the moment it touched the beast.
"Fuck" I hissed under my breath.
It was at this point that I noticed several other Fearlings approach me, slower this time, and they backed me up against the side of a building, which was oh-so conveniently concealed from the others.
I let my head rest against the rough brick of the building, staying wary of the beasts before me. Out of the corner of my eye I could that amongst the dark navy sky was a dark cloud of black sand and I knew that was where Pitch was. For a second, I closed my eyes, seeking brief relief from the chaos above.
It was then I heard him, and he was close, very close.
"Well, we meet again."
My eyes shot open and took in the sight before me, it was Pitch.
"Holy shit dude, do you ever make a noise? You nearly gave me a fucking heart attack!"
Pitch smirked and walked even closer to me, stopping a few inches from where I was sitting. He leant down until his face was almost as close to mine as Jack's was in my dream. I could see the new lump in the bridge of his nose from where I had broken it.
Is my dream coming true? Is Pitch going to tell me to avoid horizontal stripes, or that red is 'totally my colour'?
"Get out of my personal space before I beat your ass into the ground. Or at least before I break something else of yours."
He only moved even closer, I could feel his cool breath on my face,
"We both know that will be the only time that you will ever injure me, a complete fluke, and yet you have the audacity to threaten me?" His words containing a faint trace of malice.
"Yep" I popped the 'p'.
Pitch put his hand under my chin and tilted my head slightly. In response, I spit in his face. He jerked away with a low growl. An almost comically oversized scythe appeared in his hands,
"While I may not be able to break you again, I can still annoy the hell out of you." I smirked.
"You will regret doing that." He lifted the scythe, ready to pierce my body. I made eye contact with Pitch, unwavering, and preparing for the pain, but it never came. Instead Pitch took off, leaving behind a whisper,
"Don't you dare think that this is over."
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