My Demonic Beauty (Jackunzel) [Editing]

My Demonic Beauty (23)

This chapter was inspired by the YouTube Video on the side. It's beautiful and made me cry with feels. ENJOY!

Rapunzel

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"NO!"

I kick Pitch away, in his stomach, dig my nails into his arms, and spring away from him. I tumble through the air, once again not seeing anything but blurs of the world around me. I slam my eyes shut, close my mouth. I hope to land somewhere or for my dress to catch on something, but I'm dropped down onto a black Nightmare. It's golden eyes bore into me. I shake from it's stare. I'm so scared of this bast right now, so utterly terrified, when a few days ago I nearly killed Jack for killing one. It takes me up to Pitch. There's a different look in his own yellow eyes.

"Rapunzel, my sweet, why did you try to run away?"

I dig my nails into the back of the Nightmare. "Let me go."

"But you're my daughter," He says with a sly grin. His fingers swirl around in the air, black sand dancing in and out. "I need you. We're family."

"You are not my family!" I yell. I can barely speak, my voice is so thick with tears. That's when I felt the first tear. It rolls down my face as I breathe in raggedly. "You will never be my family!"

My head is jerked back, black sand covers my mouth. My hands are tied behind my back. Pitch waves a finger over and my head is pushed down, but my body is pulled back. He takes his cool, gray hand and lifts my chin up, smiling into my face like a child. He laughs in his throat. "Then I'll take you by force."

He lifts his hand to show me the chains appearing in his palm. With a smirk, he pulls the chains and I'm pulled with them. He's kidnapping me. No. No no no. I make a weird, crying/shrieking sound behind the black sand on my mouth and jerk my body away. I position my feet against the back of the horse and jump off. I jumped off. The Hell is wrong with me?

No. I'm yanked back onto the horse. And I just feel like crying again. I'm such a cry baby. I look behind me, pulling at the chains, and glare at him. His white teeth smile back.

"Please just let me heal him," I mutter. I don't want to think about him, laying dead on the roof feet away.

"Why should I?" He says back, smiling in pure satisfaction of my misery. His voice is playful. Teasing.

"B-because... I'll never try to run away from you. Please, please, just let me heal him, and I won't fight. We'll be together. We'll a family." God why do I always cry? I speak through hot tears that are already rolling down my face. "Pl-please!"

It takes him a few minutes, but he snaps his fingers. The chains melt away like snow and Pitch disappears into darkness. The Nightmare also disappears, but I land on a part of the roof. I rush over to Jack, hopping over things and not caring about anything else. I know I said he was gone but... I have to try. I can't give up. I can't. He wouldn't give up on me.

When I reach him, I gasp loudly. He's breathing. He's alive. I can see the little wisps of cold air escaping his pale lips. I didn't even know. On his side, that's where he was hit. I climb over and gently push him, trying to examine the wound. It's gushing blood, staining his blue sweater in a dark crimson color. Nervously, I tuck some of my hair behind my ear. Jack let's out a small groan. His eyes roll under his eyelids. In an instant, I'm caressing his face.

"Oh my God, you're alive," I mumble, pushing his hair back. He's in a cold sweat. My tears fall onto his chest and neck. I sob.

"H-hey... d-don't cry...." His voice is hoarse. He didn't open his eyes yet.

I quickly wipe my eyes and nod, knowing he can't see it. I shift back and grab a hand full of hair, then look back at Jack, struggling to breathe. "I'm just going to heal y-you, okay?"

"No...."

I look at his face. He's barely opening his eyes, but I can still see his pretty blue orbs. The ones that I've fallen in love with. "Jack, wh--?"

"Y-you'll give up yo-you're whole l-life for m-me?" He asks. I can't believe he's asking me this.

"Jack, I love you. Of course--"

"No," He tells me. "I do-don't want tha-that."

He's dying. He's dying and he won't let me heal him. "And I can't let you die."

I lean my forehead on his and cry. He weakly grabs my hand, laces our fingers together, and sucks in as much air as he can. And we stay like that. It seems like forever. His chest rises and falls slowly. His breathing slows. My heart starts to panic. I want to heal him. I need to heal him. He won't let me. He doesn't want me to. Why? I can't imagine him being dead. Why is he so stubborn?

And right when I decide to make up my mind and heal him, he mutters something, "I love you too."

My eyes widen. I try to focus on his face, his lips, his eyelids, but tears fog up my view. I can't feel his soft breath on my chin anymore. No. No no no. This can't be happening. Jack. Jack!

"Jack... don't die. You p-promised." I don't get a reply. I pull away from his face and look down at him. "You PROMISED!"

I don't know what to do. I don't know what will work. I wrap my hair around his hand, put another section of hair on his wound, close my eyes. "Flower, gleam and glow. Let your powers shine...."

I sing the whole song, faster than usual. When I open my eyes, his lifeless body is still just laying there. Dead. Not alive. Never alive. I won't hear his laugh anymore. I won't kiss him anymore. I won't feel his warm arms around me when I'm crying, like such a baby. What if this is my fault? What if everything is my fault?

"You promised."

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Short chapter! Few more chapters from now, guys! Next chapter, we get Willow's POV!

Oh yeah SPOILER ALERT!
Jack doesn't die.
Died.
Dies.
Will die.
Or...
Lives.
Lived.
Will live.

Hmm?

FanFicsWriter~
(make sure to watch that video)