You loved this time of the year, thought it
was beautiful. Especially when it snowed and everything was white and frozen
over. It was cold but you didn’t mind. In fact, you quite liked the numb
tingling feeling it caused on the tips of your fingers and toes.
You had just spent the day with a few close
friends sitting in a café sipping on hot chocolate and coffees that were
probably too strong. After spending most of the day inside you decided to walk
the long way home, past the lake, just in case you woke up the next day and the
frozen white blanket laying over the town had all disappeared.
Letting out a happy sigh you watched the
wind blowing the branches of the bare trees as you walked, the cold breeze
ruffling your hair but you didn’t mind. You liked to think it was Jack Frost
flying by. Most of your friends thought it was stupid and immature that you
believed in him, you tried to act like it didn’t bother you but deep down it
did so you had kept quiet about it. Truth is you felt ashamed to admit you
still believed in such a childish thing but you knew he was real.
saw him when you were younger, maybe around 5 years old. You were on the same
path to the lake that you were on now, running ahead of your mother so you
could beat her to the lake. That’s when the winter breeze blew the pink bobble
hat off your head and instead of stopping to tell your mother you ran after it.
The wind carrying your gleeful giggle through the air. When your hat finally landed,
it was near the center of the frozen over lake. Turning around you couldn’t see
your mother so you decided to try and get your hat yourself. That’s when you
saw him. Jack Frost. He simply just swooped down and picked your hat off the
ice with his staff before coming towards you. His hair was an unbelievable
white just like the purest snow, his eyes as a deep yet bright blue. “Maybe
stay off the lake today” he grinned giving you the hat back. All you could do
was nod, your small eyes wide and glued to him. Then he was gone just as fast
as he appeared. You turned back and ran to your mother to repeat what had just
happened but she just laughed and praised your imagination. She didn’t believe
you. Nobody did.
You smiled as you reached the edge of the
frozen lake remembering that day. Ever since that day you came here whenever it
was cold enough to have frozen over, in hope that he would turn up again so you
could speak to him. To prove to yourself that you didn’t just dream it all up.
“Please just come back” You whispered to
the wind before shaking your head. “I know your there…you have to be.” That’s when
you had an idea. A stupid idea really but an idea none the less. You took a
small step onto the lake, the ice seemed thick enough to hold your weight. You
took another step. Still nothing so you took another. You were beginning to
realise just how stupid this idea was but you were too stubborn to give up It
was your worst and best quality. “I know you’re watching.” You said a little
louder. Taking a larger step, you saw the ice getting thinner but you still
thought it would be strong enough to hold you. “If it gets any thinner I’ll
turn back” you told yourself. As you took another step you felt the wind get
stronger, you couldn’t help but smile thinking it was him. You took another “Why
are you hiding from me?” You asked. Taking a step with each word you spoke.
Your voice growing louder and louder with every word.
That’s when you heard it. The ice around you
had cracked just slightly but loud enough to make an audible noise. You stopped
in your tracks and sent a panicked look back to the land. You were near the
centre of the lake. You hadn’t even noticed how far you had walked. “No” you
whispered to yourself. “This isn’t happening.” You looked back down at the ice
you were standing on. Maybe if I walk
slow enough I can make it back. You thought to yourself. Taking a slow and
very small step back in the direction you came there was another loud crack.
Looking back down you saw that the crack around your feet was getting bigger.
You felt tears prickling your eyes as you thought about your mother dancing in
the kitchen with your dad as they cooked dinner. It would be another few hours
before they worried about where you were. By then you might be…you shook your
head, not letting the thought cross your mind. “I’ll be okay.” You took another
step. This time there wasn’t a sharp cracking noise from beneath your feet. You
let out a shaky sigh of relief as a small hint of hope panged in your chest.
You took another step, this time the
breaking noise was one of the loudest things you heard. You didn’t even have
time to scream as you fell into the freezing water. You clawed at the ice
around you, trying to pull yourself up but it just broke whenever you touched
it. You began to lose any feeling in your body. Everything was just numb. You didn’t
even hear yourself crying out for help anymore. That’s when you saw him.
A pale hand wrapped itself around your
wrist as it pulled you into the air. Everything was blurry but you could have
sworn you were floating. Then you felt yourself on the cold snow. You could see
a figure leaning over you “Come on (Y/N) get up.” That voice was so recognisable
but you couldn’t think where from, it was like your brain was numb. “(Y/N) please.”
You felt two hands pushing down on your chest and what seemed like the constant
mutterings of the words “I’m sorry”
Feeling began to come back to your fingers
and toes as a small ache as you began to cough. Water spurting from your mouth
as you grabbed at the blue, cloth covered arm in front of you. “(Y/N)?” Things
were still blurry but you heard the voice clearer now. That’s when it hit you.
It was him. He saved you. Jack Frost saved you. You stopped coughing and just
stared at him. Too scared to speak in case it was all just a dream, in case you
weren’t pulled out of the lake and this was just your brain coping with shutting
down. He was just like he was all those years ago, hair as white as the snow
and eyes as deep as oceans but as bright as sapphires.
“It’s you.” You barely whispered. Your
voice was hoarse from the screaming, the ice-cold salt water and the coughing. “It’s
really you.” You let go of his arm and moved your hand to touch his face, to
check if he was real. A grin grew on your face as you touched him. He felt
real, felt human.
He nodded, not moving your hand from his
face “I’m sorry I didn’t get you off the lake sooner.” He let out a small
chuckle “I didn’t think you were so stubborn.” You let out a small laugh as you
moved your hand back to your side as you tried to sit up. “We need to get you
home in the warmth.” Jack sighed.
You nodded and let him help you up. You
tried to walk but winced at the pain. Your whole body was aching as if you had
pulled every single muscle in you. He lifted you up with ease and before you
could even murmur a thank you, you drifted back into unconsciousness.
When you woke up you were in your own room.
You felt your stomach drop as you thought you had just woken up from a dream. “It
felt so real. He felt so real.” You whispered to yourself. That’s when you
noticed the note with scruffy handwriting on your bedside table. You picked it
up to read it out loud. “(Y/N) I promise next time you shout I’ll be there.
Just promise me you won’t go walking onto frozen lakes. From the very real Jack
I can’t even begin to describe my excitement that The Morganville Vampires Series is becoming an Online series. I’m closely following the updates on FB and these are some pics from Rachel Caine’s Fan Page. I just LOVE it. Granted, I had pictured the characters differently (Oliver a bit younger, Amelie with lighter blonde hair, Shane a little more stocky, Myrnin blonde), but I have faith that it’s going to be fantastic. I also somehow thought that the Glass house looked shabbier. Still, I cannot wait to see it play out.
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