It was cold...but it burned.

It was like the stinging sensation, all over her back and her legs.

She couldn't move, like she was being restrained. Maybe she was just frozen?

Darkness...she couldn't see anything but darkness...just like the day she woke up.

But why is she awake now? Shouldn't she be dead?

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Lilly P.O.V
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Am I dead? Again? Is this what it's like to float in mid air? Not being able to move or see anything?

I couldn't remember last time...I could only remember waking up...it felt oddly familiar.

"I know you're awake."

A voice dug it's way through my ears, but it seemed so echoed I couldn't hear where it was from.

Who knows I'm awake? Am I awake? I don't feel like I'm awake. This feeling... there's something wrong.

"You can't fool me..."

There it was again, that same voice. It felt like nails going down a chalk board. I couldn't stand it...but who is it?

"Come on, my flower."

I felt my chest tighten at those words. Those words...I know them....but who says them?

Why is this so hard to remember?

"Lillyana."

It was as if my name was a trigger. I felt a breath enter my lungs, the first time in what feels like is forever.

Then another...

And another...

It's like I forgot how to breath.

My eyes snapped open, feeling stronger with every breath I took.

But what I saw...I wish I didn't see.

Two white eyes staring in front of me, taunting me with those golden flecks in them. Everything else was a blur...except those eyes...They're hauntingly beautiful. If you can really say that about him.

"Finally!" He smirked, tapping my nose with his cold, dead finger, "You've officially come to."

My eyes began to focus on everything else around the room, not that there was much there.

Just rocks, more rocks and...rotting corpses...all my senses kicked in. That smell, it made me want to throw up. Cover my mouth but, I can't...

My hand is stuck.

A small bit of panic over took me as I looked up, noticing that my hand was surrounded in a mix of nightmare sand and decay. Completely covering my hand, and part way down my arm.

All I did was look back at those eyes in panic.

"Not even a little fight?" He taunted, pacing around the room in front of me, "How unusual."

I finally spoke up, "Let me go."

A small chuckle escaped him, "Why would I do that when it took me this long to actually catch you?"

I still felt so weak, and I remembered why. I looked down at my chest, taking in the sight of the almost melted ice. But it left traces of burns on my skin where it had already disapparearwd.

I could feel it when ever I moved. It hurt, it burnt.

"Well, I guess I should thank that little ice Imp for leaving you for dead."

I felt that sentence in my heart, with the memory of our fight flooding back to me. Right down to the specific details and the look in his eye. That look was terrifying.

He won't come for me, he's not going to protect me here. Will the Guardians? I doubt it... they may have taken Frost's side.

He called me a monster...but I'm not. I don't know what he thought I did, but I didn't do it. I didn't kill anyone.

"They'll come for me." I manage to spit out, knowing that I don't think I'd be able to do it by myself.

The smile on Deaths face was mixed of malice and poison, "Oh I sure hope so. But when they get here, it'll be too late. You won't want to leave."

He signals me with his finger to come to him. Is he stupid? I'm stuck to the wall?

I felt myself lift off the ground, and began floating through the air by my arms.

With as much strength as I could, I fought against it but it did nothing. Absolutely nothing. I'm weak.

With a deep breath I began to burn. Trying to ignore a flame anywhere on me. I screamed.

I could feel my skin heating up, but all I got was a sharp reminder that skin is having problems with its temperature.

Tears were in the corner of my eyes. What else can I do here?

"Oh stop fretting," Death says looking at me with a smirk, "You'll ruin your skin more than that Frost Boy already did." I caught his sideways glance at me, "But I can fix you."

"I don't need you!" I spat, snarling at him.

I felt my beast inside begin to rumble. Is this the time I use her? No. Not now.

He rolled his eyes, "Oh no, not need," he stepped closer to me, face only inches from mine, "But want."

I felt sick when he moved forward. The moment his lips touched mine it felt like decay. There was no burning passion, just death. A dead love.

He pulled away, a smirk on his face. "Just wait for a moment. Soon you'll understand,"

I felt my beast in my stomach. She wants out, she wants to rip him to shreds. But I don't think I'd be able to control her on the way back in.

Death began to tisk at me, "Don't worry, I'll let that beast out for you."

I had to shut my eyes, it was the only thing I could do to control the pain. She wanted out. But I can't let her out!

"Aarrgggghhhh!" I growl, before opening my eyes and feeling that one was different.

Pitch walked in, tossing something to Death, who brought it over to me. "Oh she's really fighting to get out this time. I remember the last time I saw those eyes."

He held a mirror in his hand, and held it up to my face. I had a yellow wolf's eye, and one regular green one.

I snarled at him, "Let me go!" I felt myself roaring at him, angry and confused.

Pitch made his way over to Death, placing a hand on his shoulder, "It's time."