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Show Me That Glasgow Smile	By : LuciferDragon Category: +M through R > Rise of the Guardians Views: 1540 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Rise of the Guardians stuff, and I make no money from writing this story. Purely for fun.

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13.
Even after Hessian left them to calm their hearts, he still had trouble believing she was there.
She fiddled with her fingers. “Well, say something. You’re making me nervous.”
“My dad said you were attacked.” His heart still hammered against his chest. He licked his lips, his eyes darting around her body, assessing any damage. “What happened?”
She picked at her nails, shifting her weight nervously. “I was at Kristy’s. Just walking home like I normally do. Then this… woman stopped me. Asian looking. And then she opened her mouth…” she flinched, “opened her mouth so much farther than physically possible. She pulled out-“
“Scissors?”
She looked at him, startled. “What the fuck did you piss off, Drago?”
He put his hands in his hair. “Fuck… I told you. I wasn’t trying to be dramatic. Chloe, I wasn’t lying when I said I worked around the dangerous spectrum of belief.”
She nodded. “I don’t care. I just want to know what’s going on. I’m scared.”
“I know. I’ve been reading it since I walked through the door.” He approached her. “This thing, it also tried to kill my mom.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “Why? Drago, what is this thing?”
He sighed. “Ah, from what we know, it’s something from Japanese lore. They call it a kuchisake-onna, slit-mouthed woman. She usually targets men, but once they get away she just resets. My dad actually offed her and depleted her powers.”
She frowned. “Then shouldn’t it be going after him?”
“I don’t think so. I was the one to interact with her and spring her trap. If anything, Dad is a side thought.”
“You said he killed her. How is she still around?”
“We don’t know. There isn’t much known about the creature. We know how to deter her, but not how to stop her completely. Not yet, anyway.”
“Yet?”
“Yeah, I know someone who is researching it.”
She stepped up to him. “Drago, your birthday is in two days. You don’t have much more time to figure this out.” She play-punched his chest. “Don’t make me waste all this German training, okay?”
He let out a soft laugh. “Yeah. Okay.” He stepped back. “Knowing my mom’s horse, he’ll be hovering nearby. Otherwise I’d stay longer.”
“I’ll be alright. I think.” She looked around the den. “I mean, it’s like any other living room I’ve seen. I just need to ignore the fact I’m suddenly in Italy and in a lair underground with my boyfriend’s spooky family.”
His laugh was louder this time. “Just wait until you formally meet Evilyn. She’s usually in here first.”
“I’ll manage. Hey, Drago?”
“Yeah?”
“Your family… seems nice.”
He smiled. “I’ll see you at sundown. Or sunrise in your time, really.” He opened the door and jumped as Hessian snorted on the other side. “Stop eavesdropping, you pain in the ass!”
Chloe laughed behind her hand as Drago closed behind him, still yelling at the horse. She looked around, trying to steady her heart. “It’s okay. It’s fine. It’s… so strangely normal.”
When Drago first began telling her stories of his family, she imagined them quite differently. When he told her about his mother, she hadn’t envisioned the woman she had met. She hadn’t expected her to look so… young. He had told her that his mother had been killed at the age of twenty, but Chloe hadn’t expected her to still look it, to look barely older than she was. He had told her of the dark patches of skin on his mother’s face, giving her skull markings, but she hadn’t imagined how well it would contrast with her ashen skin. She had expected bone-white flesh, like a painted sugar skull.
His father was an entirely different story. He was just as intimidating as Drago had said. There was no denying that his reputation preceded him. Chloe knew it was wise to stay clear of him, at least for the time being. She was still mortal, and had succumbed to the Nightmares like any other child had. Drago had said he was loyal to those he found worthy of it, but it took time. She understood to tread carefully in his home.
She looked around the den, taking in all the small details. Possessions gathered through what had to have been centuries. Her fingers slipped down spines of books both paperback and bound in hard covers. Even some so old they were bound in weakening leather. Other small things littered shelves, including the ones in a center console. She knelt in front of the flatscreen, looking at the sides of more spines on those shelves. She amused herself with the titles, seeing a large collection of Disney cassette tapes, both in cases and sleeves. The disk collection was more expansive but still a large portion of titles were Disney. There was no mistaking that children had grown up in that home.
When she looked up, a triptych picture frame caught her eye. Two portrait photos balanced a single horizontal shot. The long photo seemed to be taken somewhere in the lair, during a Halloween party. She felt her heart beat erratically as she realized it was of everyone Drago told her about. North and his wife Clara had gender swapped that night, and she was amazed at how not-like Mrs. Claus Clara really was. Her Santa costume looked like she would be ready to kick you in the throat if you looked at her funny. Bunny pulled off Crocodile Dundee amazingly well, though he was glaring at a boy who had to be Jack in a bunny suit. Her eyes continued right, passing over Toothiana who just put on a ridiculous pink tooth fairy outfit and Sandy in a sand-made cowboy outfit. At the very end, Drago’s parents stood, and she let out an amused breath of a laugh at the Gomez and Morticia costumes. She moved her eyes to the picture next to it.
“Who are you?”
She jumped and took a step back, almost stumbling over the sectional. A little girl stood in a long nightdress, holding a black-stuffed bear tight in her grip. Her ashy skin and yellow eyes gave her away immediately. “You must be Evilyn. I’m Chloe.”
Evilyn beamed at her. “You’re the one Drago talks about!”
Chloe nodded. “And he talks about you all the time too.”
She stopped being cautious and ran up to her, letting Chloe see a small, sandy dark horse perched on her head. “How did you get here?”
“Your mom and dad found me.” She wasn’t sure how much the child knew, and so kept it as PG as possible. “I was in a bit of trouble, and they thought I would be safer here with them and your brother.”
“Oh.” She followed her previous gaze, to the pictures. “They’re really good at protecting people. When they have to. Otherwise…” She held her bear to her face and made growling noises.
Chloe laughed. “I kind of figured that.”
Evilyn pointed to the picture on the right. “They said that was after my brother was born.” She pointed left. “And that was a special day. Mommy said it was after her and Daddy got back together.”
On the right, their father was sitting by the corner of the sectional, while their mother sat on the arm. Drago in the picture looked barely a month old, being held by his mother. On the left was the two of them in a cove somewhere, with her riding on his back. Chloe was still processing how normal and… happy the two supposed evil creatures of the night looked.
“Chloe, is everyone okay?”
She frowned as she watched the girl sit by the collection of movies. “Of course, Evilyn. Why wouldn’t they be?”
“You’re scared. I can’t tell what of, but I know you are.” She pulled out a disk and turned on a console. “Drago is, too.”
She turned her full attention to the girl now. Drago had told her that his sister hadn’t shown any abilities so far. “You can feel my fear.”
She nodded, still getting her movie ready. “And Mommy’s globe lit up somewhere. It stayed on. When Daddy is out, the lights only blink.”
Chloe sat on the couch to steady her legs. “We’re all okay.” She tried to turn the girl’s attention off the subject. It wasn’t one she wanted open. Especially not with a girl barely eight-years-old. “What are you putting on, Evilyn?”
“One of my brother’s favorites.”
She wasn’t sure what to do for a moment as the television turned on. Drago mostly enjoyed horror movies. Horror was what Evilyn’s family literally survived on. Was Evilyn even allowed to watch such things? Her nerves seized as the title screen came on, but relaxed instantly when she realized what it was. Then, confusion sank in.
“Mommy said she used to sing with him when they watched this.” The girl giggled and pulled her legs into her nightgown, the sand horse still perched on her head. “They even danced like they do in the movie.”
“When did he like this?”
“When he was my age. Mommy said it was his favorite for a long time. Until he got older, and Daddy’s favorites took over.”
She let out a hum, listening to the opening music and introduction. “I never would have guessed he liked Sleeping Beauty the most.” She could only imagine him as a child, dancing along with his mother while she sang to him. “I’m sure that was quite a sight.”
“I try to get him to do it with me, but he always says no. That he’s too old for it.”
“Does he now?”
“Yeah. He’s a buttface.”
Chloe laughed and Evilyn gave a sheepish smile, as if she had just cursed for real and gotten away with it. “Yes, he can be a buttface sometimes.” She watched the movie, remembering the scenes so easily. “But that’s why girls team up against the buttface.”
Evilyn giggled. “I like you, Chloe.” She pulled the horse off her head, putting it on her lap.
Chloe let them fall silent then, and she laid out on the sectional. Her eyes slowly became blurred. Try as she might, she couldn’t keep them open. Too much had happened to her at once, and exhaustion soon took over.
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