Frozen Darkness: DARK JACK FROST FANFIC ((ON HOLD))

Chapter Two

We came out of the shadows in the lair to hear hundreds, no, thousands of baby tooth fairies clattering and making a lot of noise in their cages.

"Oh, keep quiet!" Father shouted at them, "or I'll stuff a pillow with you!" Muttering and grumbling, he stormed over to the globe that displayed the lights of the believing children.

At the sight of Jack, several fairies fell off their perches and swooned, while others chirped at him excitedly. The darkness was still swirling up his arm. When they saw Baby Tooth, however, all of the noise stopped instantly.

"Ah, that's much better," Father sighed. "Now, Jack, lets see how your transformation is going." He snapped his fingers but Jack didn't move.

"Uh, Father? I'm the one turning him. You can't control his body."

"Oh, right, right. Well then, come over here of your own free will, I guess."

Jack walked over.

I released his hand and followed them to look at the globe. "Let me speed this up a little. It will only sting, if that." I concentrated and waves of shadows rippled along my body, emulating towards Jack, who took half a step back before letting them wash over him. He stayed exactly the same except for one thing. He got a purple and red birthmark on his collarbone. I pulled at the neck of my shirt to display mine. "That was the only part that should have stung, the birthmark. My appearance doesn't really show that I'm darkness, so I have a crescent moon-shaped birthmark. It marks you as dark while saying something about your powers. Yours should be a snowman or something, maybe your staff. Which," I snatched it from Father's hand and handed back to Jack, "we will not be breaking." Jack tugged at the neck of his hoodie to reveal a snowflake. "See? Well, now that you're dark, you need to look the part. Not many people know what the birthmarks symbolize, so I dress like this. It's just my style, too. I'll introduce you to everything in a bit, but the wardrobe change comes first. Come on!" I grabbed his wrist and dragged him deeper into the lair, leaving Father chuckling behind us.

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~.:|No one's pov|:.~

Pitch cackled as they ran off. It was easy to see that Midnight liked Jack, and, in time, Jack would learn to like Midnight too. The first phase of his plan was complete, and the second phase was already in motion. The plan was out of his control, and even if he wanted to stop it, he couldn't. All he had to do was sit back and observe.

This was going to be fun.

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~.:|Midnight's pov|:.~

I tugged Jack along the corridors, taking so may twists and turns I lost count, but my feet and heart knew the way. "I have a magical closet that gives you whatever clothes you want, it's in my room." I huffed impatiently. "Just fly already, isn't that what your staff is for?"

He looked a little surprised. "Oh, right." He started flying, following me as I raced through the halls, occasionally popping in and out of shadows to speed things up. Finally we arrived at a door that was a soft shade of white with a crystal doorknob. On the door was several signs and stickers, stating things such as, "KEEP OUT", "NO BOYS ALLOWED", and "IF YOU ENTER WITHOUT PERMISSION YOU WILL BE BLASTED TO SMITHEREENS." The usual things on a teenage girl's bedroom door. I opened the door without a thought. "Come on in." Each wall was painted a different color. One turquoise, one spring green, one purple, and the last one a violent shade of bubblegum pink. I think pink is like the most bad*ssed color there is. It's between violet and red on the light spectrum, so it kinda represents everything we can't see. It's amazing, but it doesn't really fit my image. I had a white desk and full-size daybed, with a trundle so if I ever had any actual friends, they could sleep there. All of my drawings and paintings were hung up on the walls, along with posters or fansigns of all of my favorite bands since the 1800's. A couple of books I had written under pseudonyms were on my bookshelf, along with all of my favorite books from throughout the years. I ran a blog, a Tumblr, and an Instagram about Rick Riordan books through my laptop, which currently had its screensaver running, and my phone. I used my iPad to draw fanart and portraits. Everything was fairly neat.