New Guardian- Chapter 33

(Guardians)

"Frostbite, I swear, I'm going to rip your," Bunny proceeded to call Jack about 20 different names that Jack didn't even know existed. "Are you done Kangaroo?" Bunny's ears drew against his head, "I'm not a Kangaroo." North looked from Jack to Bunny, "Not to interrupt, but Jack, we found where Kristeen is being held."

(Phoenix)

The three of us had arrived at a three-story house. The third story was only on half of the second story though. Mr. Jones took my bag and showed me a room which they said was going to be mine.

"Well we'll let you change. We thought it would be nice to get you some more things to be your own, then go out to eat." I nodded and the Jones left. The snow had melted, so I went and changed into a black bennie, jeans and a pale grey long-sleeve anyway.

I was curious to see what was on the third level. I crept to the stairs and up to the third level door.I tried the handle, seeing it not locked, I opened the door. I peaked in. I was surprised, it was completely empty. There wasn't even a piece of paper. Confused, I went to the first level where the Jones were waiting.

"Are you ready?" Mrs. Jones had a soft, sweet voice matching her looks. Her dirty blond hair accented her soft features. Mr. Jones was almost the opposite. He had almost black hair and sharp features. Alone, the two looked nice, but together they looked amazing.

I nodded and followed them to their car. It was a Chevy, I think it was a SUV type, but I wasn't very good at telling the difference between cars. "So, where do you want to go to first?" Mr. Jones was driving. I thought for a second, "The book store, I guess."

When we got to the book store, I headed straight to the mythology section. I wouldn't admit it, but I was looking for anything to relate to the guardians. I found a book on greek mythology which also included a little Mesopotamian and Norse. I smiled to myself, I knew I wasn't going to find anything that involved the Guardians, but I kept the book with me just because.

I jumped when I heard a voice behind me, "Into Greek mythology, now are we?" I turned to see Pitch, my dad leaning against one of the pillars by me. "Dad, what're you doing here?" I hissed quietly. I didn't want to be heard, knowing that it would be really uncomfortable for me to try to explain.

He looked hurt, "Can't a father come and check up on his daughter?" I rolled my eyes. Pitch knew it wasn't a good time to 'come check up' on me, but he did anyway.

I started to walk to the drawing books. The Jones were waiting by the register, but I was worried that someone I didn't know would hear me talking to Pitch. I put the mythology book in my basket.

I didn't really need a drawing book, I knew how to draw, but I just wanted to hint to the Jones that I liked to draw. I grabbed The Art of Drawing Dragons Mythological Beasts and Fantasy Creatures by Michael Dobrzycki (Collector's Series) and put it in my basket also.

"Oh, so now I'm getting the silent treatment?" Pitch walked next to me as I wondered further into the store. "I'm not ignoring you, I'm just not replying to you," I grabbed the Percy Jackson, Narnia, and Lost Hero series. I roamed around, not replying to my father's questions or comments. He had to know that I had gotten adopted, he had to.

By the time I was done and everything was rung up, it was almost 200 dollars. Neither of the Jones questioned why I had gotten so much. "So, where to next?" Mr. Jones asked helping me to load the bags into the trunk. I was debating between getting clothes, paints, sketch pads, or some CDs. I also wanted to get some of the products that the people on Face Off, on the Syfy channel, used to make the mask and costumes in the different challenges, but I doubted that they would get me any since it was VERY expensive stuff.

"We could go get food," I was quiet, but not so quiet that they couldn't hear me. The Jones' looked at each other then nodded, "Okay. So where do you want to eat?" I tried to think of somewhere I havent eaten for years. Then the perfect resterant came to mind, "BJ's?" Again the Jones' nodded.

I LOVED their Bazookies. Bazookies were basicly a scoop of ice cream over a huge, almost the size of a bottom tear of a 3 tear cake, cookie. Plus, if my dad came to 'check up on me' again then I could act like my phone was ringing and go outside.

When we got there, I felt a cold breeze. It wasn't from inside the resturant. "Phoneix!" There was a hushed whisper. Great, him also. I motioned him to make the wind blow my hat away. Jack nodded and did so.

"Oh," I acted surprised and went after it. "Jack! What're you doing here," I hissed quietly as I grabbed my hat from him. He was leaning against the building wall, giving it some frost.

He looked slightly hurt, "Well fine, I'll just go." I knew I was regretting leaving the guardians, but nothing I could do now. He started to fly off when I grabbed his wrist.

"That's not what I meant," I pulled him into a hug and kissed him on the cheek. His face was bright red, and I turned to see Pitch glaring at Jack. "Okay, have to go in a minute, so you guys need to hurry and tell me why you're here."

"Death-" Jack was cut off by a very angry Easter Bunny jumping out of a hole.

"Frost! You agreed not to tell! We have it under control!" His green eyes flashed to me for a breef second before they were glaring at Jack.

"BUNNY! JACK! We need you now!" North's voice came from the other side of the parking lot.

"Gotta go," Bunny yanked Jack with him and Pitch followed.