The Girl with the Violet Eyes Chapter 3- Eyes, a rise of the guardians fanfic

I know, I know. I'm a horrible person for not updating last last Wednesday. Go ahead, rub it in my face. All I can truthfully say is that homework caught up with me, and there were semester exams coming up... and I was being a little lazy, but it's updated now.

Thanks to all of y'all who've followed, favorite, reviewed, etc. etc.! Makes my day! :)

A fellow writer mentioned me in her Author's Note, and that's how some of you got here. sushi4427, thank you SO much, I don't know if I'll ever be able to pay you back exactly, but I'll try:

Her story, Luck's Always To Blame is AMAZING! I'm being serious, I'm not just being nice. It's detailed, it keeps you hooked, it grabs you and shakes you, but you don't wanna let go. I was unfamiliar with Jack+Spirit, but now I'm not thanks to this fabulous story. It's pretty professional (those kinds of stories are kind of hard to find here), and I love it. Thank you again, sushi4427!

Also, I'm going to be scenes and quotes from the movie that maybe you'll remember or jog will your memory.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians.

Enjoy!

Ever been in a magic portal? Not. Fun.

Okay? It might sound cool and awesome and amusing, but in reality, it made me want to puke. I squeezed my eyes shut as I was being thrown around like a soccer ball and I was getting a huge headache. It was a never ending void, I thought I would be stuck in there forever.

I finally heard voices, and thank the Lord, the magic portal of doom spit me out. But it must really hate me, because instead of the final destination being a bed or a plush couch, it was a hardwood floor. Hard. Wood. And wanna know the best part? I landed head first.

I sealed my lips shut so I wouldn't have to scream at the headache reaching levels higher that I ever thought possible, and bit down on them for good measure. I wish I hadn't, though. When my head hit the floor, it pushed down on my teeth, a tangy, metallic taste invaded my tongue an instant later. Wanna know what else? A sharp pain erupted from the site of the damage. Juuuuuust peachy.

I put my hand to my forehead as if that would relieve my swimming brain and swirling vision. A little less than a minute later, I took in my surroundings. The place was dimly lit, and the first thing I actually noticed was a metal railing, past it was a ginormous window looking over to a pure white mountainous scenery. The were 2 equally spaced columns. Behind me was a plain blank wall. I was in hallway because there was a door 10 feet to my right and one 10 feet to my left. That was it.

Why would the portal drop me off here?

"He's here! Quiet!" a male voice said in a... Russian accent? In the background, there was a female voice chattering. "Hey, there he is!" the male voice said. "Jack Frost!" The chattering stopped.

Following my instincts ('cause that's gone so well), I flattened myself against the second column. The sounds were coming from below, and judging from the size of the window, I must be on the highest level.

"Wooooah," Jack's voice breathed out. "You gotta be kidding me. Hey, hey! Put me down."

Jack was here? All my memories came rushing back faster than anyone else could process. I swallowed them in one giant gulp. Jack was here! But why? Why did the rabbit kidnap him? Why a rabbit? Want did they want with him? A fierce need to protect him washed over me, but I stayed put and listened.

There was grumbling.

"Hope the yetis treated you well." The Russian male continued.

"Oh, yeah." Jack said sarcastically. "I loved being shoved in a sack and tossed through a magic portal."

"Oh! Good!" The Russian said. "That was my idea! You know Bunny, obviously."

"Obviously." Jack agreed.

"And the Tooth Fairy," he introduced someone... I think.

"Hello, Jack!" The female voice spoke. "I've heard a lot about you. And your teeth!"

"What?" Jack's voice said. "My what?"

"Open up!" she said excitedly. "Are they really as white as they say? Yes!" She gasped. "Oh, they really do sparkle like freshly fallen snow!"

I think I heard tiny high-pitched voices sigh... or swoon.

"Girls! Pull yourselves together!" the female ordered. "Let's not disgrace the uniform."

"And Sandman," he continued introducing people. "Sandy? Sandy? Wake up!"

"Hey!" Jack interrupted. "Anyone wanna tell me why I'm here?" There was jingling in the background. "Eh, eh, that's not helping but thanks little man." A pause and then, "I've must've done something really bad to get you four together. Wai- I'm I on the naughty list?"

"Ha! On naughty list?" the Russian guy took this as a joke. "You hold record. But, no matter. We overlook. Now, we are wiping clean the slate."

This Russian dude talks a lot, so we're going to call him RD from now on.

"How come?" Jack sounded suspicious.

"Ah! Good question!" a familiar male Australian voice said.

"How come?" RD said. "I tell you 'how come'! Because now, you are Guardian!" he said dramatically.

Celebration music played for about 15 seconds before a large scary-sounding cracking noise stopped the music.

"What makes you think I wanna be a Guardian?" Jack countered.

There was a boom of laughter. "Of course you do." RD sounded as if this was obvious. "Music!"

The music started up again, but when Jack said, "No music!" it died down, and there was a metal clanking on the floor noise.

"This is all very flattering but, uh," Jack continued. "you don't want me. You're all hard work and deadlines. And I'm all snowballs and fun times. I'm not a Guardian."

"That's exactly what I said." the Australian voice agreed.

"Jack," the female said. "I don't think you understand what it is we do. Each of those lights is a child."

"A child who believes." RD added. "And good or bad, naughty or nice, we protect them."

"Ah, ah!"

"Tooth," he said. "Fingers out of mouth."

"Oh, sorry." she sounded embarrassed. "They're beautiful."

"Okay, no more wishy-washy. Pitch is out there doing who-knows-what!"

"You mean," Jack said this through a chuckle. "the Bogeyman?"

"Yes!" RD said. "When Pitch threatens us, he threatens them as well."

"All the more reason to pick someone more qualified." Jack really didn't want this gig.

"Pick? You think we pick? No." RD was still trying to convince him. "You were chosen. Like, we were all chosen, by Man in Moon."

"What?" this seemed to grab Jack's attention.

"Last night, Jack, he chose you." a soft voice supported RD.

"Mate." We're going to call the Australian AG and the female AF, 'cause I am not going to keep up with accents.

"The Man in the Moon, he talks to you?" Jack's voice was on curiosity, which a hint of excitement.

"Yes," RD said. "You see, you cannot say 'no' in this destiny."

"Why-why wouldn't he tell me this himself?" Jack sounded betrayed. "After 300 years, this is his answer? To spend eternity like you guys, cooped up in some hideout thinking of new ways to bribe kids? No, no. That's not for me! No offence."

"How-how is that not offensive?" AG was offended. "You know what I think? I think we just dodged a bullet. I mean, what does this clown know about bringing joy to children?"

"Uh, you ever hear of a snow day?" Jack said. "I know it's no hard boiled egg, but kids like what I do."

"Yeah, but none of them believe in you, do they? You see, you're invisible, mate. It's like you don't even exist."

FA gasped and said, "Bunny! Enough."

"No," Jack said. "The Kangaroo's right."

"What?" AG sounded even more offended then before. Shocker. "The what? What did he call me? I'm not a kangaroo, mate."

"Oh!" Jack faked shock. "And this whole time I thought you were. If you're not a kangaroo, what are you?"

"I'm a bunny." AG said. "The Easter Bunny. People believe in me."

And I swear, shit was about to get real. There was a long pause, a small tap, and RD said, "Jack, walk with me."

The voices got smaller and smaller, inaudible. I tried to process what I just heard. So far, what I know is that some random-ass people kidnapped Jack are trying to persuade-slash-force Jack into becoming a "Guardian," whatever that is. And apparently the Man in the Moon chooses them, which made Jack even more pissed off than before. Maybe they were BFFs and then someone was betrayed and everything went to hell or something, I don't know! This all sounded like some sort of prank.

But what I did know is that there's no way in my right mind that I' going to leave Jack alone with these crazies. I may be only human, but I'd do anything to keep the people I love safe. Even if it meant paying the ultimate sacrifice. Even if it meant I had to die in the slowest and most painful kind of way.

Deciding that my old ugly shoes made way too much squeaky noises, I slipped them off, my socks coming afterward. I slyly and quietly jumped to the first column, only using the balls of my feet. I pointlessly looked behind me, and headed to the door to be left. And felt rough hair. On my bare pale arms. On my cheek.

I tilted my head up to find an overgrown... thing with gray hair covering every inch of its body except its eyes. It had a white Chinese mustache, and its eyebrows were angled down in outrage.

Oh. Shit.

My arms were 3 millimeters from popping out of my sockets from behind me. That was the least of my problems, though. I could hardly breathe in clean air into my lungs 'cause of the rag on my nose and mouth infested with toxins. My vision was fuzzy, and the chemicals were messing with my brain. I am so busted, was the only thought that my brain could comprehend.

A minute or so later, I felt my arms come loose and the rag come off as I was roughly shoved to the floor. I wheezed in fresh air by the mouthful, my body recuperating itself swiftly thanks to the oxygen. My hair was the barrier separating me and my surroundings

A sound in the background of the ringing in my ears, a sound that perked my interest sounded something like, "Who is this? What happened?" English, clearly. But coated in a heavy accent, one that I couldn't recognized, and it was pretty deep. It also easily penetrated through the sound of chaos. Why was there chaos?

"What do you mean she was sneaking around?" the accent said again, insulted, raged, and aghast all at once. "What does she want? Why now?"

The cloud in my head wasn't clearing fast enough.

"Wait, wait, wait. She sneaked in here? Do you know how long I've been trying to sneak in here? This is so cool! Hold on, I've gotta find out how she did it." another voice said. This one wasn't like the other one though. It was sweet and thick, joyful and alive, soothing my worries as if it was magic. It was familiar too.

Jack's. I remember. Everything.

"Are you mad, mate? We don't know who she's working for!" A pause. "What's your name?" the same person spat. The question was for me.

I said nothing.

"Oh, for the love of baby Nightmares everywhere!"

Something shot out, grabbed a fistful of my shirt, and yanked me up so my upper spine arched briefly yet painfully and my feet were dangling.

What I saw was just flat out weird. First, there was this little floating midget with literally gold sand for hair that was pointing up and his robe-like thingy he was wearing. Second there was this... lady that looked like she was the tightest jumpsuit, but instead of fabric, she was covered in scales. Or feathers. Speaking of which, feathers on her head which I guess replaced hair were also sticking up, and she had wings. At least her face (well, except for her forehead and nose) looked human. There were tiny versions of herself with long beaks around her. Third, there was burly man with a long white beard and bushy eyebrows. He was wearing a red shirt with tattoos that had "Naughty" and "Nice" on his forearms, a belt, and black pants. He was surrounded by creatures almost as tall as him like the one that caught me, and at his feet were little gnome-like... things. What held me was that damn rabbit back in the alley.

The overgrown rabbit's face went from pissed and frustrated to confused to stunned in half a second flat. He dropped me like I was covered in chewed up gum and stepped back a good distance. My knees hit the floor, agony shooting up my body. I pursed my lips in and screamed in my mouth.

"Why'd you do that?!" I heard Jack say.

"Stay back!" the burly guy shouted, his arm out protecting his friends. A sword somehow ended up in his hand, the cool sharp tip of it pointing at my throat. The soreness forgotten, I just looked around in shock. My breath sped up, my heart skipped a beat. My stomach knotted, making me sick. Tears stung my eyes, daring to spill out and show how truly frightened I was. Did I see something I wasn't supposed to? Was he going to kill me? He was, the anger in his eyes were more obvious than the first letter of the alphabet being A. I'll never see Florida again. Never see my friends or Dad... Dad. Oh God, what would he do? If I die it'll break him. I was his only family left. If I die...

Jack ducked under the burly guy's arm and pushed the sword out of harm's way. "What the hell is wrong with you guys?!" he exclaimed, but didn't wait for anyone's answer. He frowned deeply, but worry was clear in his expression. He held out his hand to help me up, but I just stared at it like it was covered in poisonous slime, and he seriously wanted me to touch it.

My eyes blurred. Black surrounded the edges of my vision and closed in by the second, white spots waltzed here and there. My sight cleared. Then everything looked foreign to me. I didn't understand anything. I didn't understand why I was on the floor, I didn't understand why my wrists hurt, and I didn't understand what I was doing here.

A cold shiver crawled up my spine, and my thoughts became coherent. He did that to my mother. He's the reason she's dead. My father. He. Will. Pay. He won't get off easily. Not like the last 5 years.

I locked eyes with angelic-faced boy. His eyes were ice blue, his hair was white, his skin was paler than mine. Something tugged at my gut. He was scared. For me?

"Alex?" he whispered. The tug became stronger, but I ignored it. The angelic face was alien to me now. I knew nothing of him. I did not know him. I do not care for him.

I scrambled to my feet, turned on my heel, and ran off in the opposite direction, information coming to me because of my new state. A little voice telling me what I need to know.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I absorbed the new knowledge. Why did he do it? Did he not love her? If not, why kill her? Why not just leave her, broken but alive?

Fear not, the voice in my head said. He'll pay. He'll get what he deserves. Now, here's what you need to know...

I stared hard at the air, manipulating the particles just like I was instructed to make a portal.

A portal designed for me and my kind. One that will not make me physically was a glow, the outline of the portal roughly my size was a blinding white, the inside a swirl of dark purple and black. I stepped into the abyss, leaving the beautiful voice of the angelic boy behind. It took but a moment to get out, another emptiness taking me.

But this time, I smelled the familiar saltiness of the sea, humid warm air wrapped around like a blanket, I heard waves crashing onto the shore, and I felt squishiness underneath my boots. Islamorada. I was home.

My clothes had somehow changed. Instead of a blue t-shirt, I had on a leather sleeveless shirt that reached to the parting of my ribs. Black jeans took the place of my camouflage pants. Knee high boots were over my used-to-be-bare feet. I now wore leather skin tight gloves, also black.

My eyes adjusted to the darkness: I saw sand, an ocean, several things fit for a teenage beach party, and palm trees in rows separating nature from civilization.
It was empty... well, almost.

"Hello? Who's there?" A faintly familiar voice shouted. Irritation bubbling up, I let out a stiff sigh, turned sharply. And scowled when I saw what I saw. Tucker Evans. My primary school teacher from kindergarten to third grade. A real son of a bitch.

He was an ebony skin colored, 6'3" guy with black curly hair and an attitude that made me want to kick him day in and day out.

In kindergarten, he forced me to wear an old itchy sweater that wasn't even mine, and said nothing of an apology when another classmate admitted it was his. All through first and second grade, he'd force me to answer questions that were on subjects we haven't learned, he'd say my good grades out loud and then accuse me of being too smart and not letting other kids learn or just accuse me of plain old cheating. In third grade, anytime I even leaned out of line, he'd punish me by sitting out of recess, sitting and staring at a wall, hit me with a ruler in front of the class, etc. Then, right before I moved, he acted like we were buddies for life and nothing had happened. What kind of nerve?
So yeah, son of a bitch.

"Alexandria?" He identified me.
Anger boiled in my veins as I remembered everything he's ever done, on top of the anger that had already builder up because of my father. He didn't just torture me all those years, he did it to my friends: Kimmy and Chinito [pronounced chee-nee-to], and countless other children. He was a bad person. He did not deserve to breathe the air in the same atmosphere of this planet as me. He did not deserve to live.

I was literally in front of him in a second. Faster than he ever thought possible. Faster than I've ever thought possible.

"Hello, Tucker." I smiled sweetly. Then dropped the act. "Goodbye, Tucker." Before he could blink, I placed my hands on either sides of his face and pushed left. A sickening sound of bones cracking, guaranteeing instant death, was music to my ears. His lifeless body collapsed to the sand, empty eyes fixated on point blank.

A jolt of excitement ran up my body, the feeling of killing a human being left me hungry for more. Killing a human being brought me to a high, a high that I never wanted to come down from. And there was only one way that would ever happen.
I'll do it. I loved this feeling. This buzz, this happiness, this relief and satisfaction. And I'll do whatever to make sure it stays. And plus, it wasn't like I'd be killing innocent people, it'll be people who unfairly treat others. Bad people like Tucker Evans. Yes, I'll be doing the world a favor by ridding it of this kind of cruelty.

There was a sound behind me, and what I saw made my stomach knot and twist. A sick feeling spread over me.

It was the angelic boy. He was here.

"Alex," his equally beautiful voice said. His face went from relief to shock. "what just happened? One minute you were helpless on the floor, the next you jump into thin air and..." He saw the corpse of my old teacher, fear spreading over him. It was clear that he was trying to convince himself it wasn't my doing. Though, that'll be hard since I was looming over the body, fists balled up, rage still in my expression.

Should I kill him next? No. He hasn't proved himself unworthy yet.

Turning towards the lights of the city, I started walking off to plan my tactic for revenge. The annihilation filled me up like lightning had hit me, but in a good way. I was energized. I felt like I could run an ultra marathon and not break a sweat. My senses were on on hyper alert.

I heard more voices along with the boy's behind me, but who was I to eavesdrop on their chit chat? I didn't care. So I kept walking and strategizing.

But I realized too late that I should have been paying attention. I felt a blast of a cold wind, heard cracking ice, and felt a chill crawl up my spine all in the same second. Something at ice temperature with a fetid scent wrapped itself around my body. Everything went black, but not before a single, simple thought snapped me back to my old self.

Jack.

She surprises me. Everyday. It's usually in a good way.

Like when she saw me in the park that first time. I was so confused because no one could ever see me before. I nearly let her slip through my fingers. I flinched at the thought. When I finally processed what was happening, she was already backing away. I was so scared of losing her. I mean, I'm sure any normal Spirit would've been if someone finally believed in them. But I was frightened on a whole other level.

When she saw me, it felt like she lifted a weight that I suffocating under. I was finally able to breathe again, seeing her beautiful face in that beautiful frame of her hair. Her gorgeous violet eyes made me melt, which I guess is ironic, considering I'm Old Man Winter.

And when I realized she could see me, my dead body blossomed with life. I didn't wanted to scare her off by telling her what I really am, so I didn't want to touch her, even though every cell in my body was begging me to. When she grabbed my wrist, electricity pulsed from her hand. I loved the feeling. I wanted more. But I was paralyzed with confusion. Even if someone believes in a Spirit, they shouldn't be able to touch us.

When she smiled, warmth spread through my frozen heart. When she cooked, and her eyes lit up, the world can't help but stop and stare. When she kissed me, when she showed her love for me, I completely gave in. I loved the heat of her soft lips. I loved the taste. I loved the tingling sensation she left behind.

She enjoyed helping people. She was smart, talented, kind, selfless... I have never seen anything more beautiful in my 300 years. Nothing can compare.

Which is why when Bunnymund dropped her and North held a sword at her throat, I nearly had a heart attack.

Alex was not dangerous. She didn't even look even close.

So why would they freak out like that?

When I saw her on the floor, alarmed and vulnerable, I wanted nothing more than wrap my arms around her and protect her, telling her everything would be alright.

Something pulled me back though. When our eyes met, something changed in them. They glowed neon purple. But that wasn't it. She was angry. No, that word is too light. She was pissed, infuriated, enraged. Not at me. I could see that. But they glowed with bloodlust.

She wasn't herself. This beautiful girl in front of me wasn't my Alex.

She got up reluctantly, then ran away in the opposite direction. Faster than humanly possible.

"Alex!" I shouted, chasing her. "Alexandria!" Nothing. She ignored me.

I saw a blinding white outline, then an abyss. Was that a portal?! She shouldn't be able to do that. Then again, she shouldn't be able to run that fast.

She stepped through, the portal closing before I could get within 20 feet. She was gone.

I stood there frozen, staring at the wall where she disappeared through.

"What the hell is wrong with you guys!?_" I snapped at the Guardians. If they hadn't pointed that sword at her, she my not have flipped the switch to psycho mode.

"What's wrong with us? What's wrong with you, Frostbite?!" Bunnymund spat. "Do you NOT know what she is? She shouldn't be alive! We could've all have been killed!"

"What are you talking about? I know Alex. She wouldn't hurt a fly, much less you." But I remembered her expression.

"Bunny, calm down." Tooth tried to sooth him, but he shrugged her off.

"She's a Shadow!" This time North spoke. North. "Of course she would've hurt us."

"A what?" They were talking gibberish at this point. All of them were frowning. They hate her for no reason. They don't know her.

"A Shadow." Tooth explained. She was the most collected of the four. "See, we thought we could make, uh, some sort of being to help the other Spirits. So we did. She looked human, but she had flawless memory, she was obedient, kind-hearted, gentle and too beautiful to be mortal. Her eyes were a deep violet. Her name was Aida.

"So, sometime in her seventeenth year, her eyes changed to a more intense color. She was able to move at incredible speeds. She became twitchy and angry. We knew something was wrong, but we had assumed it was just a phase of some sort.

"While Aida went on on errand, she slipped, and she murdered someone. It was by accident of course, but then, her eyes changed again. There was silver near the pupil, and she was never the same again. She was strong, she was clever, she could make her own portals, and she was sneaky. She went on killing sprees. Wiping out whole villages, at times. She liked it, Jack. She enjoyed taking lives." Tooth was close to tears.

"We had to stop her," North continued. "but she disappeared before we could. She made more of her. Families were formed. Shadows, we called them, because they moved with times. They made the little ones kill, so they could be at stronger state early. If it remains dormant long, they get bloodlust at seventeen. They lived with humans, blending in. They aged, lived life, and died like mortals. But desire to kill was always there. The killings slowed, but never stopped. They knew how hide, so we had hard time finding them.

"Murder toll rose, we knew it was them, and we took opportunity. We finished what we started. It was a nasty fight, they knew how to defends themselves. We won, and there was no need to worry about Shadows anymore."

"Except now," Bunnymund added.

"I don't know how it happened." North agreed. "Shadows can only mate with their own kind. And Aida alone knew how to literally make more of herself, she's long gone."

Silence crept as I processed what I just heard.

No, Alex isn't this... this monster. But there was no denying what I saw. Something wasn't adding up though...

"What's the real reason you made the orginial Shadow?" I asked.

"Jack," Tooth said. "we told you-"

"No," I interrupted whatever excuse was about to escape her lips. "Tell me the truth."

A picture of a severely wounded arm appeared on top of Sandy's head. He had an arrow pointing at the liquid oozing out of the injuries.

"Their blood?" There's something I wasn't expecting.

"A very powerful thing." Tooth said. "It can power any machinery better than electricity. If a mortal consumes it, it can give them enough energy to literally run a thousand miles without becoming fatigue, and heal any injury or disease. If a Spirit consumes it, their magic becomes enhanced. If you prepare it properly, a Spirit can drink a potion that'll give them twice the magic of all the other Spirits combined."

"Do they have a kryptonite?" I blurted out.

Bunnymund narrowed his eyes but said, "Ailanthus altissima. Tree of Heaven. Makes sense if you ask me, evil demons, they are. They get close to it, smell knocks 'em right out. They touch it, it leaves a nasty burn that lasts awhile. They drink the liquid form, there done. Dead. Gone. Passed on. Whatever you wanna call it."

I stared at the floor for a moment before I figured out my next move. With my staff balanced in my hand, I started pacing. "I need a portal." I said.

"What are you doing, Frostbite?"

"I'm going to find Alex." I said.

"She could be anywhere!" Bunny yelled. "How would you know where to start?"

"Oh, I know where she is." I said confidently.

I'm not going to let her become something she's not. Heck, she might be mortal, and these people might have their facts wrong. Didn't they say Shadows moved with the times? Alex isn't a murderer. She's good. She would never take a life. I'm not going to lose hope in her.

I told them to go to Islamorada. I stepped through first.

When I got to the other side, I immediately started sweating. It was so damn hot! How could anyone live in this temperature? I don't even wanna know how high it can rise during the day.

We were at a beach. I could smell the salt of the ocean, and I could feel sand in between my toes. It was like snow, if snow was grainy. There was moonlight illuminating the night.

My heart lifted when I see her. Her porcelain skin, her dark hair, her slender figure... and her neon purple eyes with glowing silver around the pupil.

No. That can't be right. They're dark violet.

That's when I saw a body at her feet. A man who's head was bent too far at one side, his body motionless. Not even the small rise and fall of shallow breathing. That's when I saw her giddy face.

No. No, no, no, no, no, no... No! She couldn't have killed someone. This isn't right, nothing's right. She wouldn't do this. Not her. Anyone but her.

But the evidence, something I couldn't deny, was right there, mocking me.

And for the first time, I had doubt in Alexandria Hale.

That's it for Chapter 3, hopefully I'll post again a LOT sooner...

So, as an I'm-sorry-and-please-forgive-me present, I'm going to post the first chapter of the 1712 version

See, I was orginially

She surprises me. Everyday. It's usually in a good way.

Like when she saw me in the park that first time. I was so confused because no one could ever see me before. I nearly let her slip through my fingers. I flinched at the thought. When I finally processed what was happening, shewas already backing away. I was so scared of losing her. I mean, I'm sure any normal Spirit would've been if someone finally believed in them. But I was frightened on a whole other level.