When Black Comes to Play

Coronation week, day 3, part 2 The fight

ISA POV
"What the heck?" I say angrily, pushing him back. "You just shadow transported me back to my room? What were you thinking? What do you think he saw?" He doesn't budge, and his blank expression doesn't change.
"What he saw was you, running towards the castle. Magic covers everything up, you're dreaming now, by the way. You'll have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow, though." He did an impression of me.
"Hey!" I said. "That's not funny!" I am fuming, and not scared, at all.
"You're the one who said you wanted to be alone with me," he says, taking a step closer, and tucks my hair behind my ear. The fear starts to kick in. No, I am not afraid. I am angry, enraged!
I am Anna-mad. That's my level of anger.
"Shut up!" I scream, swatting him away. He's taken aback. "I don't know if you feel threatened by David, or what. But that was not okay. You hear me? I wanted to get away to protect him, not to be with you." There, that's it. Wait, nope. "Did you ever think I'd want to be around you? Your purpose is to scare me, Black! You're supposed to make my life miserable! And.. I guess you just have! Well done, Boogyman! I hate you!" There, that's it My rage at its worst. I am done...
Maybe.
But with every word, he stumbles backwards, and his eyes turn back to sad, and hurt. Really, deeply wounded. Then, I realized what I said.
"Y-you... Hate me?" He asks, shaken. "Why?" A part of me thinks he's faking, but that's the logical part of me so I push it away.
"Black, I didn't mean," but he cut me off.
"Why!" He demands. Then it sinks in. "Because of him?" He realizes, as anger starts to grow.
"It was nothing more than a friendship. You know? Like, how, how... Normal... No, how people get to know each other. There is nothing wrong with a friendship."
"He kissed you." He said, looking at the ground, but still mad.
"So? If you'd have given me more time, then I could have cleared that up!" I defend.
"You said you'd tell him about me." He continues.
"Well... That's... Okay, I didn't know what to say. Time, may I remind you!"
He looks up at me, and it looks like his eyes are hurricanes, but they start to calm down, and he starts to think. "Isa," he says quietly. "Do you remember when you said that I'd never killed anyone, and you didn't think I could?"
"Ye-" but I can't answer. I suddenly realize what he's implying.
No.
No.
NO!
"Don't, Black! Don't you dare!" I yell at him, my voice shaking with rage. "You can't do this!"
"He's staying till tomorrow, right?" He continues. He doesn't seem committed to the idea, though. It's more like he has to do it, like if he doesn't something worse will happen.
"Black!" I counter. "Don't! I didn't mean it when I said I hate you, it just nice to have someone who you can talk to without being afraid all the time! You can't just go kill him because you don't like him!"
"I have to do this, Isa," he says. "You don't understand." He's looking at the ground again, and I can't tell if he's shaking with anger, or tension.
"I'd understand if you'd tell me! I'm almost 20, Black. I deserve to know what's going on."
"I can't tell you, Isa!" He erupts. "But I don't have much time left with you, ether! In a few days..." But he stops himself.
"What? You can't haunt people over 20? What's your deal? What is going on?" I demand, not letting fear win.
"You'll find out, Isa." He maintains.
"No, I won't!" I say. "I never have, and I never will unless you tell me, right now! Black, tell me! Why don't I have much time left?" I inquire. "Please, tell me, I'll understand." It's a plea now, one that I've been asking my whole life.
He looks up at me, defeated, with wet cheeks and red eyes. He was crying? Why? He sure cries a lot.
"Isa," he begins. "When you were born, I made a promise that went along with this curse. It was that when you turned 20, I'd..." He trails off, and looks at the floor once more, his knuckles white holding the staff next to him. "I'd kill you." Oh my god.
I'm speechless. All of this time, he's been planning to kill me? Is that why he's so sad all of the time? No, I can't be! There has to be another reason, he can't kill me!
...Could he?
It all starts to hit me now. He never said that he was going to kill David, and it would explain I have to do this, you wouldn't understand.
But not really. Why does he have to do this? Why is he so aggressive and scary lately? Is this his true self? Is it what he has been planning to keep hidden until my last days, to ambush me in a time of vulnerability?
"Isa, I never knew what would happen between us," he starts.
"Black," I whisper, and he stops talking. "Don't. Just don't." I start to shake, and my eyes start to water. "You've been planning to kill me? Have you been hiding this from me my whole life? Is this why you're always so sad? You knew that one day, you'd have to kill the only girl you love because of a curse?" I am full on crying and yelling now.
There is a long pause, and then his answer. "Yes," he whispers.
I gasp, and my eyes dart up at him, utterly broken. But I don't care, I don't even care if he ever loved me anymore. He's a murderer. I understand now, what a horrible monster he is. Why my parents and everyone around me always told me to stay away from him. I never understood why before, because he was just a sad boy in the corner of my room that came as a package along with nightmares and fear, never anything more. But now I get it, and I can't live with it another second. I remember the Trolls explaining the dark magic, and how it would take Emily's life. It made me cry even more, and I ran. I ran away, as fast as I could. Away from him, to my parents, to tell them. I'm not quite sure how I woke up, but I'm up now, and I'm running to them. I will be responsible for someone's...
My friend's, death. Or is it Black Frost's fault? I decide not to think about it. I burst in their room, and they both wake up immediately.
"Isa," exclaims Mom.
"What happening?" Asks Dad, worried, but startled.
"It's Black Frost..." I say, sobbing. "I know what he's here to do. I know how much of a monster he is now. I understand. But..." I look up at them. "Why didn't you tell me?"
They make eye contact, and then back at me. "It was for ourselves," he says. "We believed that we could stop it, but truth is, we couldn't. Well, not without Emily." I close my eyes and try not to think about it.
"Could we still do it?" I ask, still trying to keep my mind clear of pain.
"Emily agreed," says Mom. "There's nothing holding us back anymore."
"Then it should happen," I say. "I can't live like this anymore."
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