Frost at Birth (RotG)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

*Abigail's POV*

I watched Brandon walk toward town, knowing I'd upset him, and heard a voice that made my blood run cold. "You must be Abigail." This voice sounded familiar just as Brandon's had, but not in a good way.

I couldn't move, thoughts running amuck in my head. I was too afraid to make a sound.

"Oh, how you fear. It is the most amazing thing in the world. Daughter of my strongest enemy, afraid to merely hear my voice." It was dark, cold, scary. There was nothing in it except fear and taunting.

He came around as he spoke and a small gasp left my lips. He was at least two or three feet taller than me, his nose pointed, his eyes empty. It wasn't that that made me gasp though, it was the streak of frost running across his face, from his left eye to his chin on the right side of his face.

My body unfroze and I reached up, having to stand on my toes, and touched the frost. He smiled, his teeth grey, and grabbed my wrist. The smile made me shiver. "It's a scar, one your father gave to me when I killed your mother."

All that anger rushed back at me and I used my free arm to punch him. It wasn't very powerful, but powerful enough he let go of me. I ran. "Dad!" I shouted, sprinting back. "Dad!"

He came around the corner of the house and his expression went hard as he flew between us. I stopped right behind him and stayed there, seeing that Pitch had chased me.

"Go inside." He told me.

"Dad--"

"Now."

I huffed and backed in, keeping my eyes on the approaching figure. As soon as I was in, I dashed to the window and watched.

"What do you want with my daughter?" Dad asked, staff pointed at him.

"She called me. I'm here only to help her." I furrowed my eyebrows. What did he mean I called him?

"She wouldn't do that. She never leaves the house anyway, and why would she want help from the man that killed her mother?"

"That is true. But so is what I'm saying. In her dreams, she wanted me to come. So I did."

My frown got deeper. My dreams--he was in my dreams? Now he's saying that I wanted him to come because of something my subconscious made up?

"That isn't true and you know it."

Pitch looked straight at me and I felt my body get cold and stiff. His gaze seemed to go straight through me and I felt unnaturally cold. Not like it was in the negatives cold, but just...cold inside.

There was an expression in his eyes, one I couldn't read, not that I'd want to. Curious thing.

"Believe what you wish, but she and I will help each other in the end." I set my jaw and glared at him.

"I will never help you," I promised. He smirked.

"Stay away from Abigail!" Dad shouted. Ice shot from the top of his staff and toward him. My heart raced, never having seen Dad like that before. He was scaring me.

Pitch vanished into the ground and I scrambled back, lest he come in here. Dad raced in and came over to me, putting his hand on my arm at which I flinched away. "Abigail, are you okay?"

My eyes darted between him and his staff, as I didn't want to tell him that he'd scared me. He understood and put it down. Immediately I threw my arms around him and cried.

"What does he want with me?" I cried, burying my head in his chest. He rubbed my back comfortingly.

"I don't know, but I won't let him hurt you."