Don't Blink

Jack Frost met other guardians and legends over his three hundred years' experience. Alone he may had been, he always kept crossing paths with a guardian angel name Delaney. Their friendship is debatable, but what happens to her when Pitch Black comes into interest of both Winter Spirit and Angel.

Set during ROTG's

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but Delaney and Rafe so far.

Chapter 1

Don't blink. Don't even blink. Blink and you'll miss them. They are fast, faster than you can believe. Don't turn your back, don't look away, and DON'T blink. Because if you do; you'll never get a chance to see a guardian angel who protect you from sudden death.

You might have heard of them, but they aren't the messengers of god or an archangel. They are the protectors of the world, children in particular and they only live to save a life. No one knows how a guardian Angel became to be except for one person, the man in the moon. He may have participated in creating these beings that appear human with silver wings. Although they are invisible to the human eye unless you believe in them or the moment death comes knocking on your door. They could manifest from the corner of your eye and to keep track of the angel is by not blinking.

Delaney was one of those guardian angels, and she was the protector of the children who reach adolescent stages in life until she decides her fate. Her form wasn't heavenly divine or a renaissances statue that literature describe of those of her kind. In fact, her skin was fair, warmth under her skin as her hair was bobbed in countless layers of chocolate brown. What gave her away of being human were her eyes of starburst of different shades of grey, so acute it was like peeking into ones soul. Another reason was her wings, sharp silver wings that could slice through anything when the angel wanted it to be. She appeared like a typical teenager, but actually she was almost a hundred years since the roaring twenties. The world might have changed a lot over time but it didn't stop the angel from her duties.

Delaney smiled as she watched the children play on a Thursday afternoon excited for Easter. Easter was one of her favorable holidays when children go outside and hope to find a decorative egg. Although her fellow brethren would disagree and say Christmases was the most wonderful time of the year; the year they are actually noticed instead of being fairytales or biblical figures. However Delaney enjoyed the spring, the season of birth and growth.

She sat in the tree on high alert. The northern lights appeared across the world which had every Immortal cautious. The Guardians were at meeting, and when they joined together it means the children were endanger. It was ashamed that the angels or at least the Covenant couldn't participate with the Guardians, it was a risk. Guardian angels are a debated being to believe in. If one joins then their ultimate ability of flight shall be clipped after saying the oath. So the angels keep watch and follow behind as a second branch. Delaney was practically curious in what the Guardians are talking about, except she was assign to Burgess. There have been sightings of Pitch Black in the area and the angels always protect the children.

Only last night did Delaney witness a few nightmares roaming around the neighborhood. Balance was top priority, for not everyone could have pleasant dream.

Delaney's POV

I sigh in sympathy for those who had to suffer a terrible nightmare. However nightmares are the only way for children to grow and learned from their fears. A gust of wind blown, that frost was nipping at my nose. I groaned; he's back, the damn winter spirit was back. Wasn't he in Moscow or somewhere in Russia that treasures the bitter cold? Doesn't matter, when the trouble maker is around it was time to get serious. So taking off in midflight and look down the small town in search for the prankster of ice. Now where did frosty go?

A child cry was heard, immediately I was by her side to see if she was okay. It was little Sophia Bennett, poor thing, she must have fell down the icy steps again. I petted her hair where she bumped her head sending soft warmth on the little bump till it was gone. Sophia sniffed rubbing her head feeling a bit better before standing up to play with her dog. I smiled at the little girls energy before seeing the blue spirit chased after Sophia's brother Jamie.

"And here we go," I muttered following Jack Frost.

I sat on a power line to witness the children having a snowball fight after Jack tossed one of those fun balls at Jamie. The winter spirit and I crossed paths a few times, he creating trouble and I had to clean up his damn messed before Mother Nature senses the change. He better not make it snow or else he'll be true to his colors of blue with a hint of black. The snowball fight seemed descent until Cupcake was chasing after the others with a snowman head until the unrespectable happen.

"Are ya gonna stand there and watch, Del?" Jack shouted up.

"Maybe," I called back. "Somebody has to be chaperone around you!"

Jack Frost and I go way back, about fifty years. We just cross paths now and then or just ignore one another. He was snow days and fun time while I'm observation and well the second part was undecided. We Angels chose our faction of being what type of spiritual guide when we turn a century old. There were the grim angels who guide lost souls to a better place, guardians who protect people, and many more. For the near century I've been under the wing of Rafe, a guardian angel who keeps sending me on errands to watch over the children. And when there's snow and children around, Jack Frost is at play. On few occasion we would chat, talk about our adventures so far or the annoyance he makes. Sometimes I have to remind him that Bunnymund is still not pleased about blizzard of sixty-eight, especially when it was on Easter Sunday. Jack waved me down which I obliged with caution.

"Aren't you supposed to be in Russia?" I asked.

"Felt homesick," Jack replied with a grin.

Of course, since Burgess was where he was born when the man in the moon created him. I sighed, "Just don't do anything reckless."

Jack grin turned into a Cheshire grin that showed trouble. Before I could stop him, he chased after Jamie and created an Ice ramp. I cursed taking off after Jack and Jamie on a wild goose chase through town, making sure the kid doesn't break his neck. Jack was enjoying himself, creating a slick of ice through streets not realizing the damage he was making. So far a moving truck almost tumbled, causing a large orange sofa to fall out. Stands of small trinkets tumble down, cars almost colliding, and a whole lot of things. It wasn't until Jack created another ramp, which Jamie went flying into the air onward to the towns' founders' statute. Quickly swooping over the boy to make a down past breeze, pushing the kid into snow pile instead of the base of the statue.

"JACK!" I yelled glaring at the winter spirit who sat on the statue arms crossed.

"What, the kid is fine." Jack said happily.

"Did you guys see that?" Jamie asked standing up, jumping around full of adrenaline. "That was amazing!"

I sighed, giving Jack a warning look as we watch the kid ramble on his wild ride until….an orange couch collided into him. Everyone winced on collision, praying the boy was alright, when he jumped up holding a tooth. I sighed in relief that the kid was okay, didn't want to report to Rafe that a nine year old Jamie Bennett got a broken arm after experiencing a life threatening joy ride from Jack Frost. The winter spirit leaned forward and groaned as the kids talked about the tooth fairy.

"Oh no, no!" Jack protested following the kids trying to gain their attention. "That wasn't the tooth fairy that was me."

I shook my head at the scene in how selfish Jack could be at times. Couldn't blame him though, three hundred years practically alone with no believers. Heck, even if his name is known on Rankin/Bass Productions in the 1971 animation film musical or a phrase in the Christmas song , "Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire" about Jack Frost nipping on your nose.

"What do I've to do in order to get some attention around here?" Jack asked as a kid past right through him.

"Accept it, Frost," I said which got his attention.

Jack groaned as I landed right next to him. "Why can't they see me?"

"Just be glad no one got seriously hurt," I said crossing my arms.

"Whatever," Jack replied; shoving a hand in his pocket while the other held his staff and started to walk away.

"Hey," I walked beside him attracting my wings. "Be glad that-"

"Yeah right, that I'm somewhat noticed." He interrupted. "That I'm a fictional character in which no one believes in."

"Jack," I sighed rubbing my neck sheepishly. "At least….never mind; try not to cause too much trouble, okay?"

Jack Frost shrugged as he continued his mopping trail. It was hard on him being alone in the world for the past three hundred years. No home, friends, or family other than the wind. I wish there was some way I could help him, but he refuses any help saying that he was a loner. Loner maybe, doesn't stop the desire of attention to which gets ignored.

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When nighttime came I gazed out into the stars watching them like diamonds in the skies. I remembered watching the night sky in hoping to witness a shooting star. Although, I can't recall if that wish was ever true in the past. But I've seen countless shooting stars in this life as an angel. Rafe says that a shooting star is actually a spirit, only the light shines brighter that it covers the spirits formed. It's fascinating how the world we live in is separated from the humans and the legends. It wasn't long before golden sand swirled around in search of sleeping children. I chuckled of spotting the elusive golden sand transformed into dolphins as it swirled around Jack Frost not far off a distances.

"Well, if it isn't a wondering angel," Murmured a dark menacing voice.

I turned around to set eyes of the Boogie man, Pitch Black under the shadows. He was tall, lithe, and dark in appearance: golden yellow eyes, pale gray skin, and glossy black hair curve to the back of his head while wearing a long black robe. My instincts quiver in hesitation as I felt fear all around. This was the first time I ever encounter the lord of darkness. Rafe told stories about the almighty General Kozmotis Pitchiner, and he had led the Golden Age Armies in capturing the Fearlings and Dream Pirates who plagued the Golden Ages. But when the darkages arrived his soul became pitch black and became what a child fears, Pitch Black.

"You must be the newest angel I so heard about?" Pitch murmured. "What's your name again? There is so many of you that I keep on forgetting."

I nodded hesitantly unprepared for the king of darkness other than his nightmares. "Delaney."

"Delaney," he repeated, confirming it to remember. It was stranger how he looked at me not closing his eyes to blink. "Tell me Delaney, what are the angels up to?"

"…..Same old same old," I answered breathing in and out raggedly. "The usual observation and blessings."

Pitch seemed to notice my strange behavior, "Are you afraid of me?"

I scowled, masking my face up showing now trace of emotions, "No."

"Really," he smirked offering his hand. "Want to see something?"

I glared at the hand, curious in what he wanted to show me. Pitch noticed that I won't take his hand but lead the way through the shadows until we appeared in a girl's room. This was Cupcakes room, as the girl slept in her bead with a peaceful dream. From what I could see in the golden sand was her riding on a unicorn. Pitch stood over the girl with a calming appeal, watching the innocent dream.

"Oh, I thought I heard the clipping prances of a Unicorn," Pitch cooed. "What an adorable dream? And look at her, precious child; so cute, so full of hope, and wonder."

I remained silences though cautious in what the boogie man was about to do. Pitch looked at me with a sickening smiled before going back to the girl.

"Why it only needs one thing….a touch of fear," As Pitch tapped his long finger on Cupcakes dream unicorn and turned it into a nightmare. Turning the unicorn into a fearling, a black horse with amber eyes made of black sand. "That never gets old."

"You can't do that?" I hissed stepping forward but black sand restrained me. What the hell? I tried to dust of the black sand with my wings except it fused into the feathers, making the wings heavy.

"Come on, come on," Pitched cooed to the fearling petting its muzzle. "What a pretty little nightmare. Now, I want you to tell the others the wait is over."

"What are you doing?" I demanded. Looking at Cupcake whose face became tensed of the nightmare she was having.

Pitch turned around with a deviant grin, "Oh, it's time for changes. I can't have the angels or Guardians get the best of things."

Before I could possibly protest, Pitch blew black sand in my face. I coughed trying to breathe fresh air but the sand filter my lungs and made my body heavy. The look on Pitch's face said it all as I slumped forward into his arms, everything turning black.