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Church of Bones	By : LuciferDragon Category: +M through R > Rise of the Guardians Views: 1334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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16.
I don't think Jessica was expecting the woman waiting for us downstairs. Stories depicted Mrs. Claus as plump, white haired, wore glasses, and an overall kind woman. She was viewed as always supplying her husband with sweets with a smile on her face.
I have no idea where the stories started or how, but that was not Clara. Not even close. Clara North was a femme fatale if I had ever seen one. She could hold her own in a fight, as was proven by the two Viking swords hooked to her belts. They were not for decoration. The woman was thin, same as me, even thinner I would think. I could never really tell. Any time I saw her, just as now, she always had tight black pants, a white blouse, and a red corset. That, and ass kicker boots. There were no other ways to describe such things. She kept her blonde hair tied back, which only made her blue eyes more intense.
She was Scandinavian alright, through and through. Which part I had no idea, and never bothered to find out. I still didn't know much about her besides the fact she could hold her own, and she was not someone to cross.
I liked her.
As we approached her she held herself with such power, her arms crossed over her chest. She could put Pitch to shame in the smug grin department. "Very nice to see you Mrs. Claus. I see the cookie diet is treating you well."
Clara showed a bit of teeth in her grin. "As is your diet of shadows, sex, and sin." She stalked over to us, her boots clacking against the wood floors. "Why is a human in my husband's domain?" she asked in genuine interest, circling us both.
I frowned. "Come now, Clara. The girl is ready to burst, and she's in trouble. I can't very well leave her on her own. Besides, it wasn't my idea to bring her here."
Clara chuckled and stood in front of us again, eyes on Jessica, though she spoke to me. "Your Boogeyman thinks much if he believes he is still welcome here after what he did last year."
I rolled my eyes as I remembered the rogue ghosts he had let loose in the pole, leftovers from Halloween. "He can be a child at times, I know. It was all in good fun. They were harmless."
"I found one in my panty drawer."
"Still harmless." Her gaze turned to me and I crossed my own arms. "Cut the act, Clara. You wouldn't have entertained Drago for so long if you were still cross with his father."
Clara's grin returned. "You know me too well." She shrugged and looked back to Jessica. "What is your name, girl?"
"J-Jessica Burns, ma'am." Her wide eyes gave her away her mood so easily. "Allow me to say I never thought you looked like this."
"Most don't. Hence why I allow illustrations of me to be painted to look like fat cow, feeding my husband cookies until he is ready to burst."
I grinned as well. "But you do that as it is."
"I force real food down his throat first, if he likes it or not. Which reminds me, what are you feeding that man of yours? He's skin and bones."
"He's always skin and bones. You know I don't eat, neither does he." I waved a hand in front of my face. "There are more important matters at hand."
Clara rubbed her chin. "Yes. Necromancer problem. Nikolai did tell me of it before he left last. I'm assuming this girl has something to do with it if you are offering protection."
I nodded. "The child is of the necromancers. He wants it for some reason. The baby can safely be born at any time, from now until the due date. She needs to be kept safe. Jessica doesn't know anything of why the revenants are roaming the cities though."
"And where are the others?"
"We split up hours ago, North, Tooth, Sandy, and Bunny taking to the campus, and Jack, Pitch, and myself surveyed a party since we're the only three that could be seen by most of the inhabitants. I'm not sure where the others are, but last I saw of Pitch he was driving his fists into the necromancer's face."
"Feisty as always. Well then. If we're to have Jessica as a guest, I shall have a place made for her to stay in the village."
"Actually," Jessica said, finding her voice, "I'd like to know about Jamie. Is he alright?"
Clara looked surprised for a moment. "Yes, Jamie is fine. I can take you to him if you like."
The girl nodded. "Yes, I'd like that very much."
Clara looked to me first. "I'll be back. Don't go far."
I only smiled. "I can't anyway. I'll wait." I watched them venture to the elevator, Clara talking to Jessica the whole way. As they entered it, Drago came off, a plate of cookies in his hand. I frowned. "How many of those have you had?"
"Not that many." His guilty face said otherwise.
I took the plate from him and put it on the table. "No more sweets. You'll never sleep."
He pouted but did nothing else to argue. Instead he looked at one of the elves as it hopped up on the table and began to lick one of the cookies. "Why are the elves so… basic?"
"Not all creatures are on the same level of intelligence, dear." A portal opened where I had exited, drawing my attention to it. The self proclaimed Big Four— Five now— came first, looking around. Following them, a tied up human was thrown through, landing on the floor with a harsh grunt. Bringing up the rear was Pitch, and the portal closed behind him.
"I thought humans landed on their feet," he said with mock regret. "I'll keep it in mind they don't."
Bunny roughly brought the human to his feet. "Mind leading the way to the holding cell, North?"
"My pleasure," the Russian said, leading Bunny to the elevators.
In the disruption I hadn't noticed the condition of anyone returning. However, Drago had. He grinned and pointed to his father as he sat in one of the chairs. "Cool! Dad got in a fight!"
I stood and looked to Pitch, seeing his lip split wide open and a trickle of blood sitting on his temple. "No, not cool! Don't get any ideas!" I picked up a cloth Drago had taken in with the cookies and brought it to him, clearing off the injuries. I bit my lip and lowered my voice. "It is damn sexy though."
The Boogeyman grinned. "I'll have to keep it in mind to lay men out flat when necessary." He took the cloth from me so he could dab at the injuries himself. "Jason became most compliant when I had a scythe to his throat. Funny how a deadly weapon put to your neck turns you into a whimpering idiot."
He knew he was turning me on and was making it worse. The evil, conniving git would get it eventually. "What did you find out?"
"For one, he's a lackey. An apprentice to someone who has never revealed their name." He dabbed the blood from his lip and tossed the cloth to the table. "He didn't say much, but it was fairly informative."
"It didn't help that you knocked him out," Jack said, tossing his staff back and forth. "Only after you blew out his knee. What about him pissed you off that much?"
He didn't answer. Instead he looked to me. "The girl made it here intact?"
I nodded. "Had a hard time believing, but she's fine now. Clara is taking her to see Jamie. Clara is having a safe home made."
"Out of morbid curiosity, why bring him here?" Jack asked.
Pitch arched a brow. "Bring a necromancer into my home next to the corpses of thousands? Brilliant plan, Frost."
He held his hands up in defense. "We're on the same side again, you know that, right?"
He curled his lip and rolled his eyes.
I looked to Sandy as he signed, "What do we do with him?"
It was a good question. We didn't kill unless… a dire situation rose up. And we didn't exactly have a law system when it came to things like this. There was no judge, jury, and executioner in our world. The only one with the closest amount of that power would have to be Manny. And good luck getting in touch with him. "I'm not sure. Keep him in the cells for now, I suppose. Is there anything else you found out?"
"His orders were to cause mass chaos with his growing powers. For now, from what we can tell, he's cut off from his creations. Meaning they're wandering around without the source keeping them together," Tooth said. "They should whither and fall apart into nothing."
I shook my head. "Typically yes, but there is a surge of energy that builds up to and beyond All Hallows. Things from beyond are more powerful around now. These things could last on their own for another three weeks. They need to be stopped."
"We'll split up," Jack said. "One person per revenant."
"We'll split into twos. Think. These revenants absorb the souls of those they kill, gaining some of their skills. With enough of the same people killed, the revenants could be more deadly." I looked as the others returned with Clara in tow. "Are you up for a zombie hunt?"
Clara stopped, her hands on her hips. "When are we not ready for a fight?"
"We'll start with the four most dangerous ones," I said, looking to each of them. "And then we'll move on to the others. Send one of your helpers to us if you are in trouble or if you have beaten your revenant. We'll meet back here and take care of the other three after. These things must not be allowed to live till Halloween."
North nodded. "It settled. We all meet back here when target is beaten."
Jack smirked and leaned on his staff. "Piece of cake."
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