Just One Winter (Jack Frost X Reader) Ch. 7

Just One Winter

(A/N) Sorry for leaving the last chapter there. I’m evil, I know. God was this chapter difficult to write. A super special thanks to my beta, nuttyspace (from Deviant Art) who helped write some description, and katherine0301 (also from Deviant Art, and fanfiction .net)

Key: (y/n) = your name. (e/c) = eye colour. (h/l) = hair length. (f/n) = friends name. (bf/n) = best friends name. (f/c) = favourite colour. (y/o) = years old.

----------Chapter 7----------

You look up from your bonds, your heart is pounding like crazy.

You see the shape in the dark corner of your room. Panic settles across your face, you can already feel adrenaline surging through you, but it was useless. The bonds were so tight.

Breathing heavily, you tear your eyes from your trapped body and focus intently on the dark figure in the corner.

But the eyes leering out at you from the darkness are all too real. Two golden orbs peer out at you, glinting with malicious amusement.

First, a bone-chilling smile, and then a low laugh. Before you have the chance to try to breathe again, the figure steps forward, appearing to be one huge shadow; a living display of fear, slinking across your room.

The man steps into the light cast by the closed blinds, letting pale bars of light illuminate his face and crow-like features.

There’s a jaggedness to his gaze that was only visible in the light, sharp edges that cut through you and reveal every deep-rooted fear and secret regret within yourself.

You’re so engrossed in his stare that you don’t even feel yourself begin to scream.

At the sound of your terror, the man’s eyes widen with sadistic glee, accompanied by an equally delighted grin. As if your fear was fueling him somehow. He was like a machine; all it took was the power of one scream, your scream, and he was alive.

You pull against your restraints in such a way that you are now sitting with your knees to your chest, making you feel even more small and vulnerable.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” He said in a low menacing voice, though his dark smile “Well, not yet anyway,”

“W-what?” You say in a gasp, tears starting to fall down your cheeks.

“It seems as though Jack Frost has found a friend,” He laughs mockingly “and after all these years!” He says with a bit of venom in his words.

Confused, you squint your eyes and again, try to say:

“W-what a-are you ta-“ You were cut off from the rest of your thought, when yet another black tendril snaked its way across your mouth, ceasing any words to pass though.

“Honestly, child. Stop blubbering!” He says coldly.

He begins to walk closer to you, but stops again.

“Let’s just say, me and Jack go way back. And if I can find an opportunity to hurt him. I’m going to take it,” He spoke slowly, and calmly but had the strong underlying sense of hatred.

He snapped his fingers once, and the tendrils started to lift you upright, and onto your knees, bringing you closer to the man’s face.

“And ohh~ did I find an opportunity,” He said looking directly into your (e/c) eyes.

You hold your breath as he moves even closer to your face, and you feel yet another tear slide down your cheek.

Your mind whirls, and you can’t even think of what to do. But even if you could think of something clever to get you out of this, those damn tendrils were so tight.

The man sizes you up, and he put a single finger under your chin and lifts your head. He turned a bit, looking you over like a piece of meat.

“I do love the smell of fear ” He says coldly.

You close your eyes and more tears escape. You’re able to briefly clear your mind this way.

Please help me, Jack, you think, and open your eyes. The man’s golden eyes looking right back at you.

“He’s not coming to save you, (y/n)” He said with a smile. “How could he know? He’s going to be gone for hours still. You said so yourself,” He was mocking you now.

You shake your head in defiance. This didn’t seem to go over well with the man. He snapped his fingers again, and the tendrils multiplied and became even tighter on you, all while pulling you upwards even more.

You let out a wince of pain, and slump your head down.

“Don’t worry my dear. Tonight I mean you no harm. I’m simply here to induce fear. In both you, and Jackie boy,” He paused for what felt like dramatic effect “But I’ll be back. I’ll be back every time you close your eyes. I’ll be in every shadow you pass. I’ll be everywhere you least expect me. And when my time is right, ohh~ that, my dear, is when I’ll strike,”

Almost on cue, the man stood up straighter, and turned his head to the direction of your bedroom door.

“Pity, he came so soon,” He turns back to face you “Don’t worry, (y/n) this won’t be our last encounter,”

He laughed, and admired the work of his sandy tendrils.

“That’s going to leave quite the mark” He said to himself with a coy smile. He snapped his fingers once more, and your bonds lifted you right off your bed, suspending you mid-air over the floor.

You jut out your eyes, and look back to the dark man.

“Pleasant dreams, (y/n). Or should I say-“ he gave one solid chuckle “nightmares,”

And just like that, he disappeared into a black sandy shadow. After the shadow melded into the darkness of the room, the tendrils, too disappeared.

You begin to fall the small distance to your floor. You expect to land hard on the flat surface, but instead you land only slightly less hard into Jack’s arms and upper body.

“(y/n)! Oh my god, are you okay? Shit! I knew I shouldn’t have left, I knew he’d do something like this. I’m so sorry, (y/n)” He stammered quickly, but you only pick up half the words.

You pull yourself closer into Jack’s chest, and begin silently sobbing.

Jack puts his arms around you in a protective hug, and holds you to him for a couple minutes.

After the tremors start to subside, you look up to his face, which is scanning the corners of your room.

“I’m scared,” You say in a hushed tone, and dry throat.

He looks down at you then, and gives you a look of worry.

“I know, I know, I know,” he says through an exhale, and rubs your back softly. “Come on,” He motions for you to get up.

He stands up quickly, and offers you two hands. You walk out of your dark room and into the hall leading back to the living room. Jack grabs hold of your hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze.

The two of you sit on the couch, and cross your legs facing each other. Jack grabs a hold of your second hand.

“He’s not going to hurt you ever again, (y/n). I promise.”