Bloody Ice

Vincible

Vlad’s P.o.V.

Sleep should be a place for peace, but the last week’s worth of night’s sleep had been far from peaceful. Each night got worse and worse as I awoke with screams, cries, and tears. Tonight’s nightmare was no better as the dark surrounded me again. 

“I love you.” Came the whispers that haunted me. 

“Who are you?” I cried only for the whispers to multiply. 

“Why did you leave?” Was cried beside my ear, sending an odd shiver down my back.

“How could you forget?” Another exclaimed desperately. That voice, always the same, always full of hate and sadness. Then there was light in darkness and a flower made of ice bloomed in front of me, glowing as if the sun shown on each of its facets. It sent a sharp pang through my chest. 

“Hungry? Wanna feed?” Came the voice again and silhouette came forward, only glimpses of white hair and blue cloth. Then all I saw a pale neck and a beating pulse. My stomach rumbled and my fangs shot out of my gums. I groaned and stumbled forward. 

“Yes...please…” I muttered, unable to control myself as I launched at the silhouette and bit into that cold skin. But the blood that splashed over my tongue was searing and irresistable. Something rang so familiar in the act until I didn’t stop when the voice cried out and begged me to stop. It was as if there was a monster inside me, controlling into draining the silhouette. When that sweet, thudding heart stilled, I drew back and dropped the...the corpse I was embracing. The light went up and the body was gone. But the room around me was splattered with blood, dripping from the ceiling, pooling on the floor, under my feet, on my body. I backed away until my back hit the wall and that’s when I woke screaming.

Jack’s P.o.V.

It took me a week to do it, but I had studied every bit of material I could get my hands on in vampires. From what I could establish, he needed my blood but wouldn’t die if he couldn’t get mine in particular. I’d also discovered that my discomfort and struggling urge to not see him was due to being his drudge. Which made my heart hurt, I wanted him so much on my own, but he’d bonded me to him to the point that I could barely function without him. 

I closed the last book and stood up, launching out the window and onto the wind. I told it to take me to Bathory and closed my eyes as I imagined what I would say to him. I love you and I’m sorry were likely to be the first things. They had to be, regardless how he reacted, how he felt. I landed on a snow covered porch outside of Vlad’s house and knocked, brushing frost off of my hoodie and running a hand through my hair. The door opened and there he was, wearing a black hoodie and a pair of jeans. 

“Come on Henry, I wanna get to the Crypt!” He exclaimed over his shoulder and...and just walked through me as if I wasn’t even there. 

“No! No, Vlad! Believe in me! What made you stop believing! I’m still here! Please!” I cried, trying to grab him, desperation permeating my every cell as my heart shattered. The brown haired boy that Vlad called Henry stepped out of the house and his eyes fell on me. I could feel the tears on my face as my every attempt passed through Vlad, my cries going unheard. The Henry kid was watching me and I ran to him, grasping his shoulders and gaining purchase. He...he believed in me. Somehow. 

“Who the hell are you?” He asked and Vlad looked at his friend like he was nuts. 

“I’m...Jack Frost. Please, why did he stop believing? We were together for a whole month...how does he not even realize I exist now?” I cried. The Kid’s eyes widened and he shrugged to Vlad. 

“It’s nothing, Vlad. Just go get in the car. I’ll be there in a sec.” He said and Vlad frowned but nodded, trudging to the car and getting in. “Jack Frost, eh? I don’t know what’s wrong with him, Jack. But if you’ve been together for a month, that explains why he didn’t want to hang out with me in that time. What I don’t understand is, why he’s acting as if he has no memory of the last month. He’s trying to hide it from me, but I’m not an i***t. Plus, I think it’s something a drudge just knows.” Henry said once Vlad had shut the door to the car. I felt a pang of jealousy stab me in the heart. 

“He replaced me...with you…” I muttered, kicking the snow as tears filled my eyes, realizing the worst had been true. 

“Oh, no, no, no. It’s not like that. At all, ick. We’re best friends. He accidentally made me his drudge when we were kids. It was my idea. We were just being stupid. But he does have a new drudge. A girl named Snow. He hasn’t been able to stomach the bagged stuff. He thinks I don’t know that either. But I know. I just wish he wouldn’t lead the girl on, ya know? He’s not straight. He tries to be. But...well, you explain everything. It’s you he wants and misses, even if he cannot remember you. Come on, get in the car too. He needs you near, maybe something will trigger his memory with you around.” He said gently, walking toward the car and opening the back door. Vlad gave him a funny look, but I got in and Henry shut the door for me. 

“What was that all about?” Vlad asked him, frowning.

“I was having an argument with my imaginary friend. But we made up. His name is...Jack Frost.” He said, getting in and starting the car, looking at Vlad out of the corner of his eye. I looked at Vlad. Hoping he would react in someway to my name. But he just shrugged with a laugh and sat back in his seat. 

“Okay, Crazy. Let’s go. I wanna get to the Crypt and have some fun.” He said and I whimpered as his words ripped through my heart like daggers. This was going to be a long night if it was gonna continue on like this.