Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
JACK
The alley reeks of human defilement. The creature that lurks within is a filthy piece of excreta. And I’m here to make him bleed.
The monster beneath the surface of my skin is aching to be set free; to unleash my unholy fury on this scum and watch him squeal like the pig he is.
Concern radiates off my girl as she walks next to me.
I tilt my body slightly so as to keep her behind me—I’m not sure what we’re going to interrupt, and I don’t want her seeing something that makes her uncomfortable.
It’s a confusing set of emotions; on the one hand, I worry about my little Snow Angel, but on the other hand—I’m ready to fucking rage.
Father Winter hears all, sees all, knows all.
That’s the warning that the people here all used to chant as soon as the snow began to fall.
Now the old ways are lost to time and technology.
But that doesn’t mean the words aren’t still true.
I have heard the cries of Hans’ victims, have seen the putrescence buried outside his cabin, and I know that his time has come. I’m ready to fuck some shit up.
My body hums with excitement. The monster beneath the surface is ready to be unleashed. I just hope my little human can handle the truth of who I am—who I really am.
My eyes adjust to the darkness slowly, but I don’t need to see what’s happening to know that something sinister lurks within the shadows. I can smell the fear, the fury, the pain.
“Come on, bitch. Open your fucking mouth,” Hans growls.
The sound of a smack echoes off the brick walls. Skin on skin. A whimper.
“Please,” a girl moans. She sounds so small, so weak.
I can feel the shift starting. My limbs lengthen, finger nails sharpen to talons, muscles ripple beneath my human skin until it snaps and falls away. Horns rise from my skull, curving up then back away from my face. Even my teeth seem to grow.
I take two swift steps closer, making sure my girl stays behind me.
Once close enough, I can make out the two people who’d been hidden beneath the cloak of darkness.
Hans is standing, his sad little cock hard and pulsing in his hand as he shoves it towards the poor girl’s face.
The girl is on her knees on the ground, backed up against a wall where Hans has her pinned.
Her eyes droop with the weight of the drugs he no doubt fed her, and fat tears roll down her cheeks.
Her brown hair is matted to her sweaty forehead.
She has cuts on her cheek and lip. Blood drips from her wounds, mixing with her tears, before falling to the ground.
“Who are you?” she whispers as her hazy eyes take me in.
“I’m Jack Frost,” I tell her as Hans whips his head towards me and snarls. “I’m here to make sure this naughty boy gets what he deserves.”
“You!” Hans’ face shifts between anger and fear as he tries to determine his best move. He’s backed himself into a dead end, though… literally. “I thought you were chasing that bitch through the woods?”
“That bitch,” my sweet Snow Angel steps to my side, her tone filled with icy venom, “is also here to make sure you get what you deserve, asshole.”
“Jessica and I were just having a little fun.” He pulls the poor girl by her hair so she’s shielding him. She whimpers and scrambles on her knees as he pulls her across the uneven stone ground. “Right, sweetheart?”
“Please help me,” she whimpers as fresh tears begin to fall.
“Seems like she knows who the true monster is here,” I tell him as I step closer. “Why don’t you let her go and take your punishment like a true seggr.”
“No, I don’t think I will, you fucking freak.” He pulls her again so that her back is tightly against his front. He’s using her as a fucking shield. “I think you should leave and let us get back to what we were doing.”
“What?” my queen calls from my side. “You unable to get a girl in her right mind to say yes to you so you lie, cheat, and drug your way into their pants?” Her voice drips with venom as she tries to take a step forward.
I throw out my hand, stopping her with my talons and keeping her safely within my reach.
“Are you even related to my host family?”
The cold sneer that spreads across his face sends my nerves alight with concern.
“Such a naive little fool, just like all the ones before you. Stupid fucking women, so willing to run across the world to meet a stranger. So fucking desperate. Begging to be used like the dirty whores you all truly are.”
“You will never get the chance to use that scam ever again, asshole.”
Hans tenses at my girl’s threat, pulling the poor girl against him tightly. The fear on her face is palpable. A low warning growl rumbles from my chest.
“Please don’t leave me here with him,” the girl cries loudly. Her teeth are chattering as the temperature drops lower.
“We won’t leave you,” Elisa reassures her. “He’s done hurting women.”
“They all wanted it.” Hans spits at my queen, his filthy spittle landing at her feet. She doesn’t even flinch.
My skjaldmaer.
As beautiful as it is to see my mate find her strength, I’ve had enough of Hans’ bullshit. Pulling from the water in the air, I will the crystals to solidify in my hand. More and more ice begins to form until I hold a very long, very sharp spear of ice.
“Last chance, Hans.” My tone drips with the promise of violence as I raise my weapon high. I may be a monster but all monsters are truly just warriors fighting for their own right to survive in a world where they’re not welcome. “Let. Her. Go.”
“Oh, fuck you and your self-righteous bullsh—”
Before the words even finish leaving his mouth, I take my shot.
He throws his hand up in annoyance, high enough that when I throw, the icicle clears the head of his poor human shield without leaving a scratch on her.
Clean in and out. The shard of ice slices through skin, flesh, and bone, leaving a clean through-and-through hole in his hand.
We all sit in stunned silence for just a moment. Then all hell breaks loose.
“Hva faen?!” Hans shrieks as blood begins to ooze from the wound. The sight makes my cock twitch in my pants. I love watching the wicked bleed.
The icicle hits the filthy wall behind him, shattering into a million shimmering crystals. Red runs down his hand and air, staining the stone beneath him. He’s hurt but it’s just a flesh wound.
His death does not deserve to be quick.
“Run,” Elisa warns the girl who is able to swiftly spin from Hans’ grasp. He looks on in horror as his blood falls.
The girl takes off down the alley. The echoes of her footsteps bounce off the walls.
And then there were three.