Tears Of Ice

Bête Tentaculée

"Pack everything necessary." Miss Peregrine demanded, everyone rising from their seats. Claire began to whimper and I picked her up, giving her a cuddle.

"But... our house!" She whined, and I stroked her hair from her face with a small smile.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. Miss Peregrine will find us another lovely house to live in. Where we'll be out of danger." She buried her face into my shoulder and began to cry softly, as I carried her upstairs to her room and gently laid her on the bed so that I could pack her stuff.

"Need any help?" Enoch asked from the doorway, and I felt a small blush rise to my cheeks as I nodded once and pulled a pink case from her wardrobe. I have Claire her doll, and she hugged it quietly for another few minutes as I continued to grab some dresses and her books for her.

Once I was done packing her things, I excused myself and ran to my room to throw some necessities into my suitcase.

I grabbed my favourite books and shoved them all into my case and packed a bag full of shoes, gloves and ribbons for my hair. Upon finishing, I took a look around my once beautiful room, now empty and full of despair.

A small tear drifted down my cheek and my hand immediately rose to wipe it away as it crystallised on the back of my hand.

I stomped down the stairs and dumped my bags along with the others, helping the twins close up their case and telling them to help the others. Miss P appeared around the corner and smiled at me, laying a hand on my shoulder softly. I flinched a little but ignored it as she sighed deeply.

Suddenly the bell of the front door rang and Miss P seemed confused, which was unnatural for her. She knew when everything was going to happen, but as she walked over to the door, the children upstairs began gathering at the top of the landing, worried expressions on their faces.

"Eirwen. Eirwen!" My name was called and as I turned to look up the stairs, Enoch was stood at the top, waving me over with a look of alarm on his face. I ran up the stairs to his side and as soon as I faced the doors, he immediately grabbed my hand and laced his fingers with mine, a shiver going through his spine and the icy contact.

"Enoch? What's happening?" I asked quietly, squeezing his fingers.

"I don't know." He replied, looking down at me. The door was opened to reveal a dark skinned man with pure white eyes, holding poor Jake with a knife to his neck.

"Miss Peregrine! A pleasure to meet you at last! May... we come in?" He almost looked concerned at the end of his sentence and it made my stomach coil and teeth clench in anger.

Rage boiled in my stomach and made my focus blur. My head began to spin like a top and my left hand went to rub at my belly. Enoch looked concerned, but was interrupted by the man at the bottom of the landing, Jake still in a choke hold.

"Children! Come downstairs!" He shouted, making us all jump and Claire whimper in fear. I let go of Enoch's hand and picked her up, cradling her in my arms as she snuggled into me. Enoch smiled a little but I didn't notice.

"No one tells my children what to do, I make the orders in this house." Miss P demanded, pointing a finger straight at his face as a look of surprise crossed it. She softly turned around and called out to us with a calm smile on her face, as if to reassure us, "Children? Please come downstairs. Mr Barron would like to take me on his rendezvous to Blackpool, preferably caged to avoid me flying away and escaping. He would like you to all go into a lockable room such as the parlour. Isn't that right, Mr Barron?" She slowly turned to face him, an evil smirk on his face sickening me to the bone.