Jack sat there in shock, staring at the woman who provoked his fears greater than the day before. "Oh, where are my manners? My name is Elsa, Elsa Black. First twin of Pitch Black's twin daughters," She said, smoothly but sly like.

However, the moment she spoke Jack was stunned in a whole different way. Her voice sounded like red wine running through a deep, rich man's throat to Jack's ears. He realized it was his turn to talk to the nightmare & shakingly he said,"H-hello, I'm Jack Fros-"

He couldn't finish for she burst into a fit of laughter causing him to involuntarily jump. "What's so funny?," he thought. "DUDE! YOUR VOICE!," Elsa laughed, not being able to contain herself. She soon caught on to his confused expression & calmed just a bit,"What the hell is wrong with your voice?! You sound like you just got into puberty in the body of a college man!!"

Jack's blood suddenly rushed to his head, causing it to turn red in embarrassment. He was about turn away, done with the day already, when the now calm Elsa stopped him. "Look, I'm sorry for embarrassing you & making fun of your voice. I should know better being practically future queen of darkness, I say that jokingly. I'm sorry I scared ya too."

Jack hesitated before slightly whispering, "It's okay."

Elsa sighed & sat up in her seat. She studied the boy's features, forcing time to stop so she could look longer. His blinks & heart beat slowed to a stop as well as everyone else's. She sighed at his appearance; white as snow hair & skin, soft pink colored lips that pouted slightly for the moment, his icy blue orbs staring off out into the distance of the window ahead of his seat row, long, well-built torso, legs that looked to never end, & in all of this his posture remained straight & prince like. His face was that of a determined business man yet remained kind & friendly, even when pouting. His clothes fit his body as though they were made just for him, however what are the odds of doubting that. She allowed time to come back slowly, watching his eyes close gently & mouth open partially to begin filling his lungs with air.

She realized that she should probably let the humans return to their normal time, seeing as to she was the only one she allowed to move as normal. She let go of time, watching as his features were brought back to life again as well as the noise behind them. 

"So," he cleared his throat. "Sorry if this sounds selfish & concided, but just out of wonder: do you know who I am?" "Of course, you are the son of my father's enemy. Therefore my soon to be official enemy."

Jack slowly nodded his head & then suddenly perked up noting her "soon to be" sentence. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that we will see what unfolds between us but as for now, stay on my good side. We'll like you, if that's not drastic enough."

"We?," Jack gulped.

"Poor human; we, as in the voices in my head," Elsa stated looking directly into his eyes.

"Uhh... the- the voices?," Jack questioned.

"Yes, the voices. Now hush up, class is starting," Elsa replied.

The rest of the class went by as a breeze for Elsa but the slowest hours Jack had ever encountered.

First off, what did she mean by the voices? Secondly, what were she & her other two family members doing attending public school this late? Third off, what were the reasons for their causes of all their first day's ruckus? Lastly, why was he suddenly so intrigued by them all after only encountering one officially?

He kept finding himself wondering about the mysterious beauty behind him & if he could, he would just stare at the nightmare all day. But then thoughts of his current crush, Cindy, & soon to be girlfriend rushed into his head & he forced Elsa out, or at least tried.

Jack had made sure to spend the rest of his day with Cindy accompanying him & tried to block Elsa & the other two out of his mind... whoever they really were.

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Elsa sat quietly staring out the small window in her room, not caring for the massive ones, sitting on her wooden chair. From a first glance, people could've mistaken her for a wax figure of the girl or better yet a doll.

Such a perfectly imperfect doll of Elsa Black sitting on a wooden chair in the girl's room. Hair tucked neatly, clothes all dark fashioned, & posture very improper when out of an event.

However on the inside of her mind, Elsa was a bloody, bruised, scratched, burned, ghostly figure & pathetic excuse of a Black.

"I'm worth nothing & I never will be, she will take the throne & I know so," Elsa whispered blankly to herself.

Okay so first of all.... How do y'all like the book cover change? Heart it or nah? Secondly this chapter is yet again unedited. Thirdly, things are still all haywire so I am completely unaware of when are the next  specific updates. Lastly, I'm sorry for keeping this chapter super short Dark Angels! Any questions or comments please tell me/notify me! Thanx♤ 1/27/17