My Demonic Beauty (Jackunzel) [Editing]

My Demonic Beauty (15)

Jack Frost

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The look on Rapunzel's face suggested that she is about to vomit, again. I didn't expect her to react to the news like this, so I try to quickly reassure her, "I-it wasn't bad or anything. Just... murky."

Her soft emeralds retreat to the fire, her hands holding each other. I don't know what to say as the flames dance in her eyes. I scoot further away, to give her space, but her hand grabs my knee.

With her eyes still watching the fire, Rapunzel softly says, "No, please. I don't want to be alone."

I nod in reply and scoot back. While she stays on the fire, I think about to myself. What's our next move, I have no idea. Amon is gone with his army, who knows where he is. But. what I'm really hurt and is Willow. How could she just leave us like that? I understand her safety for her brother, but she could've done something, left a message. Anything!

Rapunzel reaches over and unhooks the pot of soup. She pours us both a bowl, and then it's all gone. We eat in silence. I look at her from time to time. Her expression is blank, her eyes lifeless. I want to make that smile come back, but I decide not to. Let her have her space, it's the best I can do.

After a while, Rapunzel lays down, using the log as a pillow. I don't say anything. Instead, I pull my hoodie over and drape it over her small frame. She looks up at me, probably to protest, but I silence her with a kiss to her forehead. She accepts it and snuggles into the hoodie. 

Well, now I'm shirtless until she wakes up. And what's the first thing I do? I wander into the woods.

Maybe not the best thing to do at a time like this, but I need to do something. So, I call on the winds to ride. I fly to the highest I think to go and look at my surroundings. To my lower right is the church, the fire from inside creating light. I look a little bit further and see the stones. Beneath them is water, I know that.

Something catches my eye. It's twinkling, then I hear a faint giggle. I see the outline of a person, another giggle, then it looks like they run into the trees.

Well, I'm a curious little bastard.

I fall through the air and land onto the snow with ease. My toes dig into the snow around me, it feels good. It's like it's washing all of the warmth away. It that good? Where is there any good anymore, it's all gone. With that happy thought, I cautiously take my first step into the woods. Naturally, the woods don't scare me, nor do they bother me, but this time, I'm terrified. And all I can do is wonder why.

I look for footprints, anything really, to indicate that someone was indeed here. And if there is, maybe it was Amon or Willow, maybe even Nick. I need anyone. I want anyone. Just to feel comfort. Safety. I'm tired of being the hero.

The wind riddles the branches on the trees, and it scares the shit out of me. My head snaps at any noise, making sure nothing is going to attack. Sweat trickles down my forehead as my heart pounds faster and faster with every step I take. It's nerve wrecking, to say the least. Not knowing who's out there, who's watching you. Alas, I continue to walk with my blood turning to ice.

I almost trip when something to my right snaps. A twig, most likely. Still, I imagine the worst. I start to breathe through my mouth, taking long and deep breaths.

"I-is anyone out th-there?!" I yell. My voice sounds like a million. And for the first time in my whole life, I shiver from the cold. My arms wrap around themselves like I've seen Rapunzel do when she's cold.

The reply is another twig snapping, this time farther away, yet louder. Like I've said before, I'm a curious little bastard. I follow where it came from, and once I was closer, another twig snaps.

It's a game. Each time I'm close, a twig snaps farther away. Until I'm close, and I catch a glimpse of the twig snapper.

"Hey!" I yell. Their hooded figure turns toward me before darting in the other direction. "Wait!"

And it's another game, a game of tag. I have to dodge through trees and, at times, run over the tree tops.

The person is a woman. And it's Willow.

I catch up with her, running with her pace. I hold out my hand, grab her wrist, and instantly ice forms our hands together. I skid to a stop, yet she doesn't. I pull her back with all my might, and she lands on her back.

"What," I say in between pants. "Is wrong with you?"

Her silver eyes tear up immediately. What did I do? With her other arm, she covers her eyes. Her mouth opens and sobs escape it.

"I can't do it!" She wails. "I can't kill you!"

"What?"

"He... he told me you didn't love me! He showed me you and the girl... kissing like a couple." She removes her arm. Silver in flames. "You kissed the enemy, Jack! How could you? You're a traitor!"

I kneel down to Willow, cupping her face in my hands. My blue orbs search her face for anything. I don't know what. "Willow, I do love you. I love you, but I can't see you as a lover. And Rapunzel has changed, she isn't like her father anymore. I promise."

"She's working with her father, Jack! How could you be so blind? She's using you for her father, for Pitch Black!"

"She isn't." My voice sounds so confident, but my mind isn't. Is Willow telling the truth? "She's not like that."

"You're lips are tainted with her. You're an enemy to Amon and his army!" Willow leans closer to my face, her face in a full scowl. "And I'll wash her out of your system."