Scared Jack? (Jack frost X OC fan fic)

(chapter five)

"Well done pet you're improving." Pitch smirked at me.

Everyone took a hesitant and small step away from me, everyone except Jack who stepped protectively in front of me. There was not one complaint from me. You see I act all tough and cool but I'm petrified of Pitch. Who wouldn't be? He is the monster hiding under all of our beds and the monster who made me a warrior. 

Something I never asked to be. 

"Why are you here? Why now?" I questioned unable to stop the quaking in my tone.
"You know why. I can't do it without you." He said.
"Your daughter!" I protested half wondering if he was talking about the gem of souls or about him staying alive. 

Much to my dismay, my death meant his death. Since I was still alive so was he. I wasn't even sure if I could die.
"My daughter isn't smart enough." He huffed.
"Leave her alone Pitch. You have nothing to gain." Jack said.
"Oh frosty. You couldn't be more wrong. I have everything to gain, I have nothing to lose." Pitch said smiling.
Pitch then dove for the two of us. I grabbed onto Jack's back absolutely terrified of the flying figure. A bright light emitted from the contact. It was a strange mix of black and white strings. The thousands of strands making up the two beautiful colours floated around us in a silent melody looking like a ballet company with perfect timing.
The release of energy was made more beautiful with the scream of pain from Pitch. Pitch was subsequently thrown across the room a the light died down. I looked at Jack to find him as amazed as I was.
"It is true then. Well my pretty girl. I'll be back for you. " Pitch said clicking his fingers and allowing the nightmare that had just appeared to pull him away.
"North." Jack asked.
"I 'ave no idea. Sandy?" He asked.
Sandy shrugged.
I could barely register the conversation. My eyes burned an ice heat with tears. My heart was hammering in my chest unable to produce enough blood to run around my trembling form. Puffs of air was being emitted from my mouth in small shivering clouds. I'm usually a strong girl but facing Pitch without Moondust had me shaking like a dog. I felt completely stupid but couldn't stop replaying his word and his sickening smile in my mind.
"Hey, hey it's alright now. He won't come back." Jack said turning to me.
I shock my head as tears rolled silently down my face. He simply hugged me tightly, me rapidly clinging onto his jumper.
"It's alright. You can stay with us and you'll never have to face him alone again." Jack whispered.
I just shock my head hardly finding the words to describe my pain and fear. What could I really say? I was scared of the man who I grew up with. The same man who practically raised me? The only man who would ever care for me? How could I be afraid of that? Obviously there was something wrong with me.
"Let's go lay down hey!" Jack asked.
"Spare room two floors down. Vhree doors down hall and thrid right." The big red man instructed.
"Thanks north." Jack called wrapping a cool arm around my waist and slowly leading me in said direction.
The walk was as silent as the grave, a serenity I once enjoyed. This silence was different to the serene silence I once witnessed at my graveyard home, however. This silence blanketed the room like a thick dose of steam, making it rather impossible to catch a deep breath of fresh air. It was awkward with only the sudden gasp of breath and sniffle from me to break the spell every few seconds. I felt the desire to say something, anything to stop suffocating in the lack of sound, but again my words fell short of my mind.
Jack, in his typical jovial attitude, seemed not to notice my struggle. His eyes were focused on the small pathway in front of us, every now and again straying from their straight path to glance towards me. Probably checking I was still conscious. I didn't want to be though. Maybe that was the solution; my death. Pitch did claim his daughter wasn't smart enough, whatever that meant. I could save the guardians, without me there would be no dilemma. Jack would be safe. The world wouldn't be in danger. The thoughts gained support in my mind like a snowball falling down a hill, growing bigger and bigger with each second. I decided then and there I would do it. If it was possible. Tears suddenly dried up as the only important question I had left pressed against the constraints of my mind.
Could I die?